Red headed woodpeckers

Wooden poles for us!!
Wooden poles for us!!

On a tree stub

I pose well
I pose well

Red-headed woodpeckers greeted us as we took the way towards the Big Salt Marsh in the Quivira wildlife refuge, Kansas. They were very common and everywhere I saw undulating flight and white wings, it was them. I would have to say my favorite woodpeckers so far.

 Inspirational friends, mythical creatures and ID

Ghouls and friends
Ghouls and friends
To start on a high note, it is good to have friends. However, I do not like stretching high notes to breakpoints and I would like to point out that it may not always be good to have ‘some’ friends, especially if they are in your preferred social network site and make you wonder where real connections have gone or if they ever existed.
 Id used in the title is the Freudian id and is the basis of what we want but often don’t get because of our ego and ‘super’ ego and also happens to be my preferred signature and my correct initial (ID).  Thankfully, I was born long ago and I did not associate life with being the composite of what your statuses state and I resisted till the very end (and will go down resisting) the urge to have a poetic social networked alternate existence. Give me a parallel universe story any day. If it is by Neil Gaiman all the better, but I hear Ishiguro’s new one (The buried giant) also has ogres and Ishiguro’s ogre (or even three words) versus a viral video? No contest. Viruses are bad things. Bad bad things and the day Facebook can cure ebola I will believe in the power of social networking with friends. You need real people, making real connections to do that sort of thing. They may have the  ebola virus inside their left eye for 8 months and watch it turn a different color after fighting off a fatal disease in yourself and others. Now that is  a Facebook status of ‘what’s on your mind’ and correct me if you can, but I don’t think Dr. Ian Crozier had that as a status. If he did, and you think that means anything at all, then only write a status that can compare to that. And by compare, yes, I do mean compete because with FB friends, it is nothing if not a competition.
On the other hand, social networking with acquaintances is ok, that is what I do  (yes, the underlying message that what I do is right is pervading and omnipresent in what happens to be my blog) and I do think that has its good points, like raising funds (much better to research ebola with) or connecting to a writer who you cannot follow around otherwise, but would like to (that is regarded as stalking). That is also how you would bring about Egyptian revolutions using these sites, by connecting to acquaintances (albeit it was short lasting and futile but a good proof of principle). It is true that now you actually know how many children your elementary school class mate has, but since you know that of every classmate you ever had who is on FB, do tell how you remember it. I certainly can’t and emails used to be impersonal communications before, I cannot imagine what a status update is then!!
In short, now you know everything and nothing.
Coming back to competition and inspiring your friends: ‘if she can do it, so can I, it cannot be that hard/ stupid/ thoughtless’. Intrepid focus on the pronoun she, because it is not the female she, just the effeminate pronoun indicating inherent competitiveness and jealousy. That existed before FB and in other contexts this line would continue to say..’and will continue much after it has gone’ but I fear none of the social alter-egos are going anywhere. Perfectly normal for teenagers to want to seek admiration. If one thinks about it though any real inspiration to adults (not including and limited to #shares#tweets) should require hard work. The only thing money cannot buy after all, is inspiration.
Ghouls remain
Ghouls remain
It is not that one can’t get jealous of acquaintances, I do get jealous of what they know and HOW they got to know something. I just think being jealous of acquaintances does not lead to resentment, not even in the effeminate competitive types, maybe.
I don’t know if I will ever be inspiring to anyone, despite my original hopes (especially since I won’t have any friends left after one or more read this). Perish the thought of even wanting.  There are….miles to go before I sleep… and before that, life is not complete and until then, small victories may be bloated and large errors veiled. But maybe, readers are not friends. And inspiring originality is not really ‘inspiration’.
Not that small victories don’t matter either. They just matter to your real friends who should have better things to do than inspire you to be like them and also have learned to handle the natural resentment arising due to the normal levels of jealousy and competition. What we do with our id should have to do with our unique ego, not someone else’s vanity. Also, real friends maybe mythical…
On inspiring vanity
Friend eats friend
 
To then rejoice
 
In what is told
 
They find their voice
– ID
P.S. (long absence from writing/ photo updates is regretted, lost a dear family member)

My city.. is old and new and in between

My city is old and new and in between

In it, I am found and lost and never seen

The colors are cries and the darkness sorrow

Yet we all still hope for a ‘morrow

You must go if you’ve never been

See for yourself, its beauty sheen.

We hide it well, its in our heart we say

As it burns in limelight….my heart I weigh.

I go for sojourns, but never stay…lest

It sees my languor and mourns its best

Who went away fo’ peace, but may never rest…. ID

Impromptu poem for Dilli (Delhi). My city. I am no poet (clearly). But then I call it my graffiti poem. It doesn’t have to true art, it just has to speak the truth (of the creator’s mind) and blend well.

Notice the various Urban necessities blending in these graffitis. These are in Hauz Khas, Delhi, practically a few miles from where I spent a significant part of growing up. My school. My bus used to take a route that hid these from my sight, although they likely didn’t exist back then in this form anyway. This is a posh restaurant area now. I couldn’t have afforded to eat or shop in the Hauz Khas village when I was there in Delhi or if I had stayed. Graffitis are free. This is one part of my Urban life series, one hopes I will remember to keep the series alive! If not. It still is my city.

revolutionary graffiti
The revolutionary
Fire
Burning bright
Pink tank on the wall
Pink tank on the wall, fighting off the blue

More graffiti0 rico


ladder graffiti-2 bike and cycle
 happy new year graffitiMore graffiti0 rico

Fan and power
Fan and power
Trash can blended
Trash can be blended

What Claire Underwood wants, its not cynical…. now I get it, question is.. will she?

robin-wright-short-dark-hair

It is finally clear to me, what Claire wants and who she is. Emphasis on the latter. Anyone not having watched, but plans to watch Season 3 House of Cards (Netflix), please read at your own peril. Although, as far as events fold, it was a much more predictable season than the last. Still wonderful and fulfilling, but not quite. This season is about getting Frank Underwood really elected, and his preparation for the primaries (which he again deals with in an underhanded subversive manner, no surprise there!)

If you are continuing to read, please also read my previous entry post-last season, if you have time.

Since it is clear the season was predictable, I will only delve on and about Claire and some other women in cabinet, because this season was about the women: in politics, in life and in celebration- what there can be of it in politics anyway. But no one can leave the Russian President alone and neither will I.

In the season finale final scene, Claire leaves Francis, and just watching her telling him she was leaving him ( and not going to New Hampshire) has been worth my close allegiance to her character and in case anyone ever wants to leave a US president, that is literally the only way to do it, no questions asked and none pandered to, if asked. Period. No wait, there is another line that I will get to that shattered and rearranged my world for women in politics and on TV into something I will rather watch than a repeat episode of Sherlock (okay, I will watch that later, but still).

As I said previously, Claire has a conscience, she really does. She doesn’t lie, she still doesn’t and if she has ever seemed to manipulate or mangle the truth ( yes she has, many times and she even condoned the murder of Peter Russo, possibly thinking he was likely to OD on his own at some point), it has been to protect her husband’s political career to which she aligns their future and their possibility to make real contributions to this world and its future. That, is what she wants and believes in, not her marriage or her partnership with Francis, I was wrong there. The marriage was meant to ensure that they or she has a way to leave a legacy that impacts the world and yes, in a positive manner. This is where she differs from Francis Underwood, who also needs the marriage to achieve his goal to be really powerful. To leave a legacy, that may or may not be positive in the real sense but is certainly reverberating ( something like Reagan’s legacy), but hey, history books are full of them and Claire doesn’t care about making history. I think, she only cares about the future (even after she is dead)and that is not the same thing.

The Russian president Viktor Petrov, played ALARMINGLY well by Lars Mikkelsen, actually sent me into a agonizing spiral of awe towards him (and his alter ego, Putin). The understanding of foreign affairs, foreigner’s psyche- which so depends on understanding the culture and history of different regions and races, that he is portrayed to have, is admirable. The extent to which he can be offensive without being ‘officially’ or rather ‘politically’ offensive, like kissing the first lady on her lips after singing in an after-dinner-drinks-semi-formal (nothing can be casual in the White House between a Russian and an American president, or as such, in the White house at all).  It was considered a gaffe, but not an insult (although, it was one but only Claire and Francis knew that it was and they couldn’t do a thing). That level of in-depth knowledge of a foreign culture (alright, American culture isn’t that hard)  that intricacies are understood in taut social scenes, is what is expected of an international player and exceedingly hard to attain. I doubt most American presidents get even close (imagine George Bush II understanding Russian, Iraqi, Or even hispanic culture), even if I do appreciate that a lot of times their hands are tied ( the delusion of power with hands shackled, as Frank remarks in one episode). After all, Putin wages war he can potentially win. Viktor also understands what his countrymen want, and he gives them the spectacle with which they would consider him a strong leader as he underhandedly bargains for the real deals.The LGBT rights’ issue in Russia and their oppression, along with a nice cameo by the Pussy Riots was the focus of a couple of episodes and led to THE drastic show down, or should I call it face-off, between Francis and Claire. I don’t think it is unlikely that homosexuality is perceived as a sin by a large number of Russians, especially the religious. The nice touch is that Viktor claims that he himself does not care and loves his gay nephew like a son. He is a politician with big game in his mind and within his sight and to hell with the rest of the world. In that he is not so different from Frank.

Claire is also a politician and a diplomat. Even though it is more of a natural flair than an acquired skill in her case, in my mind that makes her innately prone to cynicism but she doesn’t entirely succumb to it. I think people who are naturally good at something still have the option of overruling what is expected of them in a situation in favor of their gut feelings. While people who acquire the skills following years of experience and endeavor are less likely to ignore their training. Towards her political goals she can make small sacrifices: that is why it seems that she doesn’t truly feel for what appeared to be her aims, previously, she has accepted muchly watered down versions of what she started out wanting, although in this season it is shown she really wanted the position of an U.N. ambassador. It is the scale that is important. Clean water project in an African nation, small; UN ambassador bigger; being first lady again- even bigger. However, being an ineffective one, with little to show for as her opinions get ignored or trampled upon by the President- her husband. Who she had anticipated influencing in the real world sense, is not what she had bargained her soul for.

Anyone that doubts that good politicians can have a conscience can take any example from history. Every one of them made bargains, all good ones believed in diplomacy and probably signed off deals where they perceived a larger good was at stake. take Gandhi, the partitioning of India. One can only hope that the best politicians and diplomats have this larger vision that protects the world and its weak. It maybe what Claire is. She certainly does not take kindly to Frank’s subversion of actual appreciation and recognition of a social activist for who he readily made her resign from her position, but would not give him real credit even after he dies and refuses special pardon ( and freedom from Russian prison). Frank tries to patronize her by saying he should never have made her the UN ambassador ( as she lacked the properly ornate background which would have got her nominated in usual circumstances) after she spits on the Russian president’s face, not literally, but even better! To that she retorts, being utterly disillusioned of what she thought the Presidency had been all about  ‘And I should never have made you president’. Robin Wright at her best. Claire Underwood at her mightiest.

Will she stand against her husband and support another candidate? Like Jackie Sharp (another prolific politician and diplomat) who also refused to be cowered down by Frank’s condescending, priggish attitude towards her because he thought he could get away with, under the auspices of the potential ticket for Vice Presidency.  She didn’t want to be under his thumb: ‘the dog that rolls over and does a trick’, to his bidding, and decides to support his opponent in the primaries: Heather Dunbar. Dunbar is the Solicitor general and far too moral and ethical for a politician, but also stupendously rich where she can afford to be all of that and still run campaigns. Despite being a good politician, Jackie chose to give away a good deal without any assurance of a cabinet position should Dunbar win. It is more important to be look at yourself in the mirror and not be ashamed. Jackie won’t be.

A very female dominated season and I am all for that. I wouldn’t vote for Hillary Clinton though, even if I could. Not a feminist, I am not, as I keep telling my friends. Although, I would vote for Dunbar, Jackie or of course Claire.  Not Hillary. It is the difference in personality that I perceive, not just between reel and real. She and Claire may want the same thing. But I am only interested to see if Claire gets what she wants. Hillary likely will and then, I will be happy about the shackled power. Until next season!

City lights and highlights

New york city, the city I profess to dislike, yet find myself in about once a year on average since I moved to the US.

The city is where I have met many of my true, long lost or long-term friends in the U.S or taken them with me for a visit. I do not like its much celebrated food other than the fact that there is always something to eat. Nor its crowds: tourists do not make for a nice city. I do like the anonymity it affords and the sense of security in large numbers (even if it is false). And I have had people being kind to me there, despite the bad rap the city and its people get. Whether it was to tell us which train to take on the subway, as the garbled announcement told us the one we wanted to take was either not running or not stopping or didn’t really even exist, or a city bus driver stopping middle of the road seeing three of us running helter-skelter towards the bus stop he had already left behind. The former a charming old gentlemen who said he was Italian, but had been taking the subway for 72 years in NYC (so he knew what the announcement meant or maybe had inside information). I remember looking back to say thank you as me and my mom got off , the twinkle in his eyes was anything but distant or cold.

I blame it on the non-New yorkers (who are not OF the city, the city which still has its soul in the Central park or in Soho and is finding itself anew in Brooklyn).. the ones that don’t make eye contact and don’t hesitate to take the coffee or cab you ordered. And please avoid Wall street on all accounts. Next to the Statu(t)e of liberty, which is only an eye sore, that place is only a bunch of sores dedicating themselves to make their presence felt in the country.

MOMA has my favorite painting by Van Gogh. My favorite art deco building: the Chrysler is also in the city. If I am the only one wearing color in the city, heck, they can handle it! Even so, I have never been to a broadway show or off-broadway theater which have to the city’s prime attraction ( which just means I will likely be back again).

This year I was in the city again and just wanted to share some photos taken from my iPhone. My friend of 15 yrs (yes, we are that old now), was visiting and obviously had to be taken to the city of broken dreams.. or dreams, depending on who you are.

I am glad we went. Until next time..

Chrysler building
Chrysler building
Speciality art
Speciality art

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Central park
Central park
columbus circle opposite
Opposite columbus circle
Fifth avenue
Fifth avenue
Times square
Times square
Bryant park and the Empire state
Bryant park and the Empire state
Chrysler at night
Chrysler at night