The work goes on, the cause endures, the hope still lives, and the dream shall never die.
Friday, April 30, 2010
What am I Reading
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Chaand Ke Saath
kitane gam the jo tere gam ke bahaane nikale
fasl-e-gul aayi phir ik baar asiran-e-wafa
apane hi kuun ke dariya mein nahaane nikale
dil ne ik int se taamir kiya taajamahal
tuune ik baat kahi laakh fasaane nikale
dasht-e-tanahaayi-e-hijraan mein khada sochata huun
haay kya log mera saath nibhaane nikale
...
JAGJIT SINGH
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Afghanistan: Exit Strategy Needed
The story of Colonel Chris Kolenda, of Omaha, Nebraska, is instructive. Kolenda, a West Point graduate with the sharp-eyed, comforting manner of a family physician, commanded the 1st Squadron of the 91st Cavalry from May 2007 to July 2008 in northeastern Afghanistan, on the border with Pakistan. When Kolenda’s 800-soldier battalion arrived, armed violence was endemic. Coalition headquarters in Kabul blamed a Pakistan-based insurgency. “The conventional wisdom was wrong,” Kolenda told me. “Almost all of the insurgents were locals who fought for a whole variety of reasons: they were disgusted with ISAF, as well as the government in Kabul; their fathers had fought the Soviets and now the sons were fighting the new foreigners.”Allow me to interpret: Afghanistan is not a banana republic; it is not a Haiti or a Panama where overwhelming force can be applied simplistically. It is politically fractious, geographically far and culturally alien to the West. Without the will, money and manpower for an extended, neo-colonial stay, the war is lost. Just as it was lost by Alexander the Great, the British, the Russians (who were next door to Afghanistan), and now the (other side of the world) U.S. led coalition.Then there was the “psychodrama of interethnic and clan frictions,” abetted by the fractured mountainous landscape. The area was populated by Nuristanis, Kohistanis, and Pashtuns, all of whom harbored disdain for the Gujars, migrant farm workers from over the border, who, in their eyes, were “not real Afghans.” (So much for the argument that there is no Afghan national identity.) The Nuristanis, in turn, were divided into the Kata, Kom, Kushtowz, and Wai clans. The Kom were split into hostile and well-armed groups whose current divisions stemmed from the war against the Soviets in the 1980s, when some of the Kom backed the radical forces of Gulbuddin Hekmatyar, known as the HIG, or Hezb-i-Islami-Gulbuddin, and other Kom sub-clans were loyal to the moderate National Islamic Front of Afghanistan. The Kata, meanwhile, were generally loyal to the Lashkar-e-Taiba (“Army of the Righteous”), which carried out major attacks against India from bases in Pakistan. The Pashtuns themselves were divided in some cases, on account of blood feuds, into five elements.
Kolenda apologized to me for “getting down in the weeds,” but explained that until he’d learned who was who, and who was fighting whom, his battalion couldn’t make progress and escape the cycle of ferocious firefights that had characterized the first three months of its deployment. “People were often giving us tips about bad guys who weren’t really bad guys, but simply people from another faction with whom the tipster had a score to settle.”
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Seth's Red Converse Shoes
Friday, April 09, 2010
RePost: Names I Love
Names like: Jhumpa Lahiri, Anjali Holstein, Nadja Salerno-Sonnenberg, Koyalee Chanda (Emmy award winning director of Blue's Clues) Jurgen Goth and Jian Gomeshi.
I'm not quite sure why some names just stick with me like old friends. Does anyone else have these same associations with names of people that you know of, but don't really know?
And the best name of all? Why, Tarah (Star) Noor (Light) Paryani (Pari or fairy).
Friday, April 02, 2010
Thoughts From the Sixth Floor
Sunnybrook Hospital's standard of service delivery is miles ahead of Toronto East General's.
Why are the orderlies, on average, more pleasant than the nurses? Is this due to their lower professional status within the hospital or due to the general difference in gender between the two professions?
All the relatives on this floor seem to be swimming in their own ocean of worries.
There is the smell of death coming from the room across the hall...then again, it is Passover, right?
Why do the doctor always seem to be moving on before you have time to even formulate a question or two? They tell you things you have never heard before; they explain all the alternatives; but never let you wonder about which course would be the right one...almost as if the "right" decision will be made for you. You are ancillary.
There is a Swiss Chalet, a Tim Horton's, a cafereria and gift shops; there are TVs, beds and laundry facilities; doctors and pharmacies close at hand. Maids to make up the room and people to push you to the next department. Free, clean clothing for the asking. Pools, I'm sure, in the physio area and lots of rooms with nice views. Why would anyone want to leave this place?