The Whole Earth Catalog

The Whole Earth Catalog was published by Stewart Brand from 1968 to 1972, with the purpose of creating a catalog of everything. His intent, in his own words' was to provide education and access to tools, so a reader could find his own inspiration, shape his own environment, and share his adventure with whoever is interested'. Steve Jobs called it the 'google' of his time. Kevin Kelly called it a blogosphere of user-generated content. The phrase 'Stay Hungry, Stay Foolish' was the farewell message placed on the back cover of the last issue in 1974. 

The website gives pdf versions of most of their publications. 

Take control of your stress

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She doesn't age

Promise yourself.... To live in faith

To be so strong that nothing
can disturb your peace of mind.

To talk health, happiness, and prosperity
to every person you meet.

To make all your friends feel
that there is something in them

To look at the sunny side of everything
and make your optimism come true.

To think only the best, to work only for the best,
and to expect only the best.

To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others
as you are about your own.

To forget the mistakes of the past
and press on to the greater achievements of the future.

To wear a cheerful countenance at all times
and give every living creature you meet a smile.

To give so much time to the improvement of yourself
that you have no time to criticize others.

To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear,
and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.

To think well of yourself and to proclaim this fact to the world,
not in loud words but great deeds.

To live in faith that the whole world is on your side
so long as you are true to the best that is in you.

- Christian Larsen 

Have less and Enjoy more by Graham Hill

A radical viewpoint from Graham Hill, who writes in the New York Times, about living a simple life. The point he makes about de-cluttering our lives is not outrageous. Some of the drastic scaling down may sound. 

He talks about material stuff and how it ended up running his life, or a lot of it. He says 'The things I consumed ended up consuming me.' 

He queries aptly 'What exactly are we storing away in the boxes we cart from place to place?'  

'Intuitively, we know that the best stuff in life isn’t stuff at all, and that relationships, experiences and meaningful work are the staples of a happy life.' 

'After a certain point, material objects have a tendency to crowd out the emotional needs they are meant to support.Often, material objects take up mental as well as physical space.' 

He summarises 'I sleep better knowing I’m not using more resources than I need. I have less — and enjoy more. My space is small. My life is big.' 

Link to original article 

Levels of belief in God by Richard Dawkins

Richard Dawkins states the following levels of belief in God from 1-7: 

1-Strong Theist: I do not question the existence of God, I KNOW he exists.

2-De-facto Theist: I cannot know for certain but I strongly believe in God and I live my life on the assumption that he is there.

3-Weak Theist: I am very uncertain, but I am inclined to believe in God.

4-Pure Agnostic: God’s existence and non-existence are exactly equiprobable.

5-Weak Atheist: I do not know whether God exists but I’m inclined to be skeptical.

6-De-facto Atheist: I cannot know for certain but I think God is very improbable and I live my life under the assumption that he is not there.

7-Strong Atheist: I am 100% sure that there is no God.

Noam Chomsky about the US and India

Noam Chomsky about the US 

• In the United States almost nobody knows anything about the outside world — people don’t know where France is. India would be some word that they might have heard in school in passing. It is a very insular society.
• One good thing about this country is that there is very little state repression, no censorship, so they can speak out what they can. On the other hand, the internalisation of doctrine here is just overwhelming, that is, with the intellectual community in the universities. 
• And it is partly a reflection of the freedom, I think. You get an impression that everything is free and open because there are debates that are visible: the Democrats are debating the Republicans, and the press does its share of condemning. 
• But what people don’t see — and the seeming openness of the debate conceals it — is that it is all within a very narrow framework. And you can’t go even a millimetre outside that framework. In fact, it is even taught in journalism schools here as the concept of ‘objectivity’ — that means describing honestly what’s going on inside that framework and if there is something outside, then no, that is subjective.

Noam Chomsy about India 

• What is really striking to me about India is the indifference of privileged sectors to the misery of others. People don’t look, they put themselves in a bubble and then don’t see it. 
• There is a lot of talk about how India is slated to be a major power, and I can’t believe it, with all its internal problems. 

Open on cricket

Akshay Sawai says in Open "Gavaskar’s passivity on issues in which he has a stake is unbecoming of his stature. It is his failing to address the inconvenient truths" and "Popularity cannot be the lone yardstick of the health of a sport; credibility is important too". 

“Being ambitious is not particularly suspicious behaviour, especially for capable men,” says senior cricket writer Gulu Ezekiel when speaking of Jagmohan Dalmiya. 

Home Space - malls in India

Home Space

Malls in India offer expats a disturbing comfort of familiarity

By Michael Edison Hayden, Open 

The Oberoi, situated in the Goregaon East neighbourhood on the southeast corner of where Film City road meets a flyover (and conveniently tucked right next door to my current flat), is a simultaneously beautiful and horrible mirage— a purified monument to capitalist escapism. 

If I’m fed up with being an expat, a writer, or simply being shaken down by taxiwalas, I can always count on the Oberoi’s cool, synthetic interior to erase my mind, and suck me into its delightful mind-melting core.

If you have never visited the Oberoi, it could best be described as a large air-conditioned cube of glass. Inside this cube, you will find four floors of shops, the top of which boasts a somewhat undisciplined looking food court, a thali place, an Indo-Chinese place, a movie theatre, a bookstore and a Pizza Hut that inexplicably purports itself to be a legitimate dine-in Italian restaurant. In short, every big city neighbourhood in India has something similar today— but this one is mine.

When I first moved to this country and lived in the chaotic Delhi suburb of Haryana’s Gurgaon, the MGF mall (the cleaner one of two malls that straddle the MG Road Metro stop) served a similar purpose. I would feel homesick at Thanksgiving or Christmas, check in to the MGF, buy tickets to the most inane Hollywood blockbuster I could find, perhaps something directed by Michael Bay, suck a soda, and then ride the Yellow Line back to the Guru Dronacharya stop, thoughtless and amused.

Malls are carefully designed to be this seductive. And in almost every meaningful way, I ought to represent the last line of defence against their very existence. Politically and spiritually, they offend me greatly. 

When Starbucks opened at the Oberoi Mall a few months ago, and lines stretched around the corner, I felt like I ought to somehow vomit sheets of blood across the floor in order to scare people away from it. For one thing, Starbucks is reportedly paying its Indian employees very small wages. For another, its coffee tastes like liquid cardboard. But now that the lines have subsided, and Starbucks is no more special than McDonald’s, I have my precious Oberoi back. I still don’t buy coffee there, but I don’t have to. Like everything else in the mall, I see its neon logo and feel comfortably numb.

The late French cultural theorist Jean Baudrillard said of shopping malls that they synthesise “all consumer activities, not least of which are shopping, flirting with objects, idle wandering, and all the permutations of these”.

As I am a frugal person, and detest spending money on things that will not get me drunk, only flirting with objects and idle wandering should appeal to me in this case. But it doesn’t seem like enough to explain my fixation with the Oberoi. And while I occasionally went to malls in America (the Roosevelt Field Mall in Long Island near where I grew up comes to mind, as does the Coralville Mall in Iowa where I did my Masters), it is here in India that I noticed these places forming an integral part of my perverse psyche.

The reason for that is twofold: 1) I miss my home country, and 2) I take pleasure in watching future Indian history unfolding in real time. (Even if that future history strikes me as a distinctly bad one.)

As depressing as this might sound to you, a shopping mall is the closest approximation to my own country as I can find on foreign soil. Like the many Indians who congregate around stores called ‘Subzi Mandi Cash n’ Carry’ in Edison, New Jersey, thrusting bags of Parle-G biscuits into the air like small trophies, I too desire a material connection to my place of origin. And what could be more American than sipping a Coke through a red-and-white straw while staring at a poster of some starlet’s airbrushed cleavage? The answer, sadly, is not very much.

The first indoor shopping mall was probably created in Cleveland, Ohio, and the entire mall ‘culture’ (if we can use that word in this context with any degree of seriousness) was arguably created in every American suburb from Orange County, California, to Vienna, Virginia. It used to be that that culture was met face to face with an equally powerful, antagonistic, American subculture of serious-minded artists and thinkers, but through the years, I worry more and more that that battle has been lost. It’s not that an alternative to multiplex, fast food ‘culture’ doesn’t exist in America, it’s just that it no longer offers any real hope of supplanting its rival. Maybe one day, America will simply extend a dome over itself, pump in some air-conditioning, and call it a night.

But regarding India: a lot has been made in the last decade of India’s burgeoning middle-class, and nowhere is it more apparent than in its popular shopping malls. The first time I waited behind two aunties paralysed at the foot of a moving escalator, I was sure that these good sisters had mistakenly taken too much bhang. But upon further examination, I realised that these women had never seen an escalator before in their lives. Now I’m accustomed to witnessing this same occurrence at least once every other week. Someone, having never experienced an escalator, stands at the foot of it, stares down its forbidding slope, paralysed with terror, and doesn’t know what to do. As a person who grew up riding escalators shortly after I could crawl, the effect the sight has on me is always both heartwarming and surreal.

But as an American who is highly critical of my own country’s failures, I can’t help but be saddened as I wonder where that escalator really leads India. A friend of mine from New York recently visited me here, and although I’m pretty sure he was mostly charmed by his stay, he still vocalised the truism that my brain softly repeats to itself every day, “Every place in the world is the same now, anyway”, shortly after visiting the Oberoi Mall.

India adds its distinct touches to the American capitalist experience, of course. The fast food chaat stalls are proof of that, as are the plastic Diwali lamps that are brought out front in early November. The life-size Shah Rukh Khan watch ads claim a completely independent dependence on the lives of celebrities, and the ice-cream stands are built to replicate the unique experience of Mumbai street vendors, while providing a decreased risk of catching amoebiasis. But in the end, these things are only a commodification of human life in this country. And life as a commodityvdoes not technically exist. It’s simply a representation of our desire for a break from the hurdles of daily life, and our awe-inspiring fear of a thing bigger and more powerful than us—money.

Even as I write these pessimistic words, I am already planning my next visit to the Oberoi Mall. I can’t help it. I’ll be there tomorrow, if not sooner, allowing its inherent numbness to wash over me like gentle rainwater. So, if you ever go shopping in Goregaon East, and you see a firang wearing big glasses, drifting aimlessly down an escalator, sipping a soda, or perhaps even editing a story while eating dahi puri, feel free to tap me on the shoulder to say ‘hello’.

Just don’t expect me to wake up.

http://www.openthemagazine.com/article/arts-letters/home-space

IT Act, POTA, cricket, Rajesh Parameswaran and Robert Frost

Interesting reads 

From Open Magazine 

About India's Information Technology Act - Under the IT Rules of 2011, a provision called ‘intermediary liability’ holds website owners legally responsible for content on their website. Thus, YouTube is responsible for knocking off pirated movie clips and Facebook for deleting status updates that are defamatory or communally inflammatory.

Offline, intermediary liability does not apply so strictly. A mobile network owner isn’t held responsible if two of its users plan a terror attack in a conversation on its mobile network, and a car maker is not accountable for drunken driving. Online, however, it’s a different story. India’s infotech law, like most such laws across the world, holds websites responsible for offensive content.

About POTA - Special criminal laws are a reward that the State gives the police for its incompetence. The trick is to keep making the alleged crime more and more terrifying so that the initial action is not questioned. 

About cricket - Cricket in India  is a game run by private clubs. If some players decide it is profitable to throw a no-ball at an appointed time, it is between them and the BCCI. Let the BCCI file a case of cheating or breach of contract and invite the police in to investigate.

Writer Rajesh Parameswaran on writing 

One of the challenges of writing a short story is there is really very little margin. Everything has to be to a purpose. If there is a line or a paragraph that is not part of the machinery of the narrative, there’s no space for it, typically, in a short story. Whereas a novel is a much bigger tapestry and you can have different worlds within the world, you can take digressions and then come back to the main path. That has been very freeing and exciting.

It takes less time to fail at a short story than it does at a novel. So if you want to fail a lot and fail quickly, as they say, then you can do that with a short story in quick succession. To me, that was reassuring. I did end up spending years and years at it, but I think the idea of spending six years on a novel and failing, at the time was, to be honest, more than I was willing to risk.

For me, writer’s block just takes the form of compulsive internet surfing, and I don’t know what writer’s block means outside of compulsive internet surfing. I think you have to give yourself the time and space to really focus on what you’re working on, and if, given that, [you’re] still unable to write, then maybe there’s just no need to write. Why force yourself? Go and do something else. Maybe writer’s block is just a sign to take some time off.

Robert Frost said in an interview when somebody asked him, “So what does this poem mean?” and he responded, “So you want me to say it worse?”

Take life in your stride!

Bahukutumbi Raman, former head of the RAW passed away yesterday, after battling cancer. He was known for his candour and determined optimism. 

He said in his memoir 

"Throughout my 26 years in the Research and Analysis Wing (R&AW), India’s external intelligence agency, I was known as a man with a poker face. 

As someone, who showed no emotions or passion on his face or in his words. 
As someone, who led a robot-like existence, working from 8 in the morning till 9-30 in the night — seven days a week, 365 days in a year. 
As someone, who took life in its stride." 

In his talk at the Intelligence Summit in 2007, he struck a positive note while he said 

"Nothing demoralises terrorists more in the long-term than the sight of a state, which keeps growing from strength to strength despite their worst acts of terrorism." 

He defined International jihadi terrorism as revanchist in character, medieval in its objectives and modern in its methods of operation. 

He added that it wants to avenge through mass killings the imaginary wrongs which, according to it, were done to the Muslims of the world over the ages by the rest of the world. It is not a clash between civilisations. It is a clash between savagery and civilisation.

What you ache for!

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing. 

We don't always know what makes us happy. We know, instead, what we think should. We are baffled and confused when our attempts at happiness fail. We are mute when it comes to naming accurately our own preferences, delights, gifts, talents. The voice of our original self is often muffled, overwhelmed, even strangled, by the voices of other people's expectations. The tongue of the original self is the language of the heart. 

Explain it to a six-year old

If you can't explain it to a six-year old, then you haven't understood it yourself! 

Read this a while back, and it reminded me of a line from 'Philadelphia', where Denzel Washington, a lawyer, tells his witnesses, 'explain this to me like I'm a four-year old'. 

This is so appropriate for our times now. People take great pleasure in elaborating and complicating, ranting away in detail. In many ways, it is reflective of your personality and your ability; personality because it tells you whether you want to communicate clearly or not; ability because it tells you whether you know it or not. 

Winston Churchill, at the start of World War II had asked his chief of staff to summarise the military preparedness of England, in a single page. He knew the power of brevity, of being to the point. And he knew that they would come up with a detailed report that will fill pages but won't convey anything. 

Aren't all of our consultant or experts' reports drafted that way now? Not committing to a point of view. Because they are not sure. They try to cover up their inefficiencies with detailing. And presenting it as if it's an expert's view. And not being able to understand it easily is the key. 

Sometimes the guy who's ranting seems to be enjoying it, at your expense. Like in 'Jab We Met', Shahid tells a lawyer, 'Aap kitna bolte ho yaar, bahut mazaa aata hoga na?'. 

A six-year old will not listen to you for more than a few minutes, and that is all that one page can allow you. We should all try to limit our communication, especially those that seek a decision, to one page and 5 minutes! Let that be our benchmark! 

Facebook Like button

A University of Cambridge study says a person's traits  can be accurately predicted from monitoring their 'like' preferences on Facebook. Liking 'The Colbert Report' was a strong predictor of high intelligence and 'Harley-Davidson' a strong predictor of low intelligence. 


Cambridge University researcher David Stillwell said “Your likes may be saying more about you than you realize,” he said.

Facebook launched its like button in 2009. It has  since become ubiquitous and used across media. Roughly 2.7 billion new likes are hit on the site every day 

The University has used this pool of data to come up with this. This provides a study base for market research and learning consumer preferences. This is so because facebook users represent the new generation of consumers.