The irony of history.

Two very brief, and interesting conversations in two days. 

Yesterday, I answered a call from a 0000000 number. I usually don’t answer these kinds of calls, but thought it may be someone from overseas. The guy was selling healthcare, and started asking me questions. Not wanting to be rude, I told him to call me back with a legit phone number, or give me a callback number. He ignored my requests, and kept persisting with his questions. 

He wanted to know if this was my personal number, and I said it did not matter. Then he asked me if I was from India, and I said yes, still patient and polite. I had no intention of ruining his day by hanging up on him. He asked me some more questions, and I told him, they were irrelevant, unless I knew his official credentials and contact details. 

Then, very abruptly, he said, “Go back to India.” I don’t take these things personally, and smiled to myself, and still not wanting to be rude, said “Sure, I will. Thanks”, not wanting to ruin his day. As I said bye, it occurred to me, that I had wasted a good three minutes of my time trying to ‘not ruin his day’, but he had done it to himself, by his bitterness and bigotry. 

This afternoon, I was loading my car, after shopping at Costco. I asked 'Bob' to help load the case of water, when he saw me struggling with a heavy box, and nimbly lifted it up and placed it in the back. Pointing to the avocados he asked how I use them. “I put them on my toast,” I told him and proceeded to show him how to check if they were ripe. 

"My wife is Mexican," he said, and told me he actually had guacamole and tamales for lunch. My envy must have showed, because he elaborated, “she makes everything at home, from scratch.” We got talking and he said his family heritage was from all over, though mainly Scottish and German, but it also included Indian. 

Then we both said together, “Indian!”, and laughed. 

“You do know, how they got that name, don’t you?” I asked. 

“They were looking for you,” he grinned, and laughingly said, “They thought they found you!” 

They say history is written by the Victorious. It probably is. However, history is often forgotten when convenient, even by the Victorious.  

Veenu Banga
10/17/2018.

An APPLE a day..

The following is from my email archives. It is a true story about my then 81 year old mother who spent part of the summer here with me in 2004. She wrote about her 'adventure' herself, and I later edited and modified it. My Mum had already been featured in the Deccan Herald, I think two years prior to when she wrote this.

An APPLE a day: Adventures of a Hyderabadi Grandma in America.

By Vimla Madan

Once upon a time, East meets West was a phrase often used to describe some exotic meeting of minds or ideas. Today, technology has made the world one big Global Village, and the East West phrase is almost obsolete. We have crossed over to another century. 

Many of us in our twilight years have lived the whole gamut of this transition crossing a cultural divide. We have embraced the New World, and the bounties it offers. We have achieved this without losing our Indian Identity. I am happy to report that I am one such Senior Citizen of Hyderabad. 

Born in 1923 in Lahore, now in Pakistan, I was the fourth child in my middle class family with five children born in quick succession. Our father was an English Teacher who imbibed in us the importance of a good education and a love of reading. Our mother took pride in our love of learning. My older siblings and I completed our Masters Degrees, but the Partition in 1947 cut short our careers, as it played havoc with millions of lives across the Indian subcontinent. That chapter of History changed our Geography. 

Our generation was more than physically displaced and we grew up in a hurry, embracing change as a way of life. Life was about making ends meet. We also learned to be grateful. A lot of social taboos were broken. Society opened up, and strangers became the new friends. 

Women went to work outside the home as an economic necessity. I too joined the Government of India in July 1948, through a special scheme that provided jobs for Highly Qualified Displaced Persons. Office work was challenging, but most of all, it was inspiring. A good job gives more than money. At that period in time it also gave us hope. I supplemented my income by giving private tuition early in the morning, before going to office on my Raleigh Bicycle.

After my marriage in 1952, I lived the classic pressures of a middle class life balancing work and home. I raised two children, as best I knew how, putting them through good academic institutions. After 33 years of service I retired from the Ministry of Defense, in 1981. 

My retirement left me with a void in my life. Suddenly I had time I did not know what to do with. My love of plants and painting came to my rescue. I experimented with colors and different mediums, and started to paint all my own Greeting Cards for festivals and birthdays. The idea was well received by family and friends, and each one made some remark or the other about my handiwork. It encouraged me further and today my paintings have become bigger and bolder. My favorite subject is Lord Ganesh. 

In my spare time, I also started to read a lot. I needed to teach myself about herbs to tend to my patch of potted green. Somewhere along the way, books on self-improvement and alternative medicine stirred my interest and I discovered Chinese Medicine, Accupressure, and Sahaj Yoga.

Soon I had my own routine in retirement. I was always conditioned to be content and appreciative of the blessings we receive. My parents always encouraged us to focus on the positive. My children were married and raising their own families. I devoted my time to regular prayer, meditation, and a routine of gentle exercise and some Yoga. 

On a visit to my daughter in Australia in 1995, I met Bill Mackie (more about that here: http://veenubanga.blogspot.com/2014/09/our-own-platform-9-and-half.html) who said he had warded off a prostrate scare with diet. A kind and learned Australian gentleman, Bill introduced me to Ann Wigmore’s books on Wheat Grass Therapy. I added that to my routine, and noticed the improvement in my general health. This encouraged me to learn more about different alternatives practiced by people of different regions. Since then, I am hooked on reading up about these kinds of natural therapies, and have rejoiced in discovering more and more information about the several alternatives available. I always strive for self-improvement. 

After retirement I was now also travelling a lot internationally. My son took me to different parts of America for a holiday with his family in 1997. We visited the Niagara Falls, and till today I feel the wonder in that great white thunder of the wide waterfall whenever I think about it. We also went to many Amusement Parks in Florida, including Disneyland and Seaworld. 

In 1999 I again went to America for my granddaughter’s College graduation in upstate New York. This must be happiness I thought, I felt emotionally and spiritually complete. I had traveled extensively and seen and learnt so much. Life is good, and I felt that I have come full circle. I thank God for all the opportunities He has provided me to see and experience different parts of the world. It could not get any better. I then felt that I had experienced everything.

Somewhere up there, God must have been laughing. Surely He knew one day I would be sitting here in America typing on an Apple iBook Mac. If God would have told me this even five years ago, I would have laughed back thinking, surely the Lord must be jesting, having a laugh at my expense.

Life continues to surprise and amaze me. I marvel at the ability of the human mind, as it rises to meet the occasion. 

In early May, after casting my Vote for the National Election in Hyderabad; I came to visit my grandson who is working in America. While I was excited about my visit, I was disappointed to be away at this exciting time in Indian politics. Most of all I missed the action of the Elections in India. I wondered how the different political parties were faring in the States, and whom the results were favoring. How many were dethroned, how fast fates were changing. I missed the thrill of the unexpected, and the breaking news. 

The print and broadcast media in America covers our part of the world sporadically and intermittently. It can be frustrating for someone like me who likes to keep up with current affairs. 

My grandson Adi felt my sense of futile agitation and came and put his arms around me, as we both sat on the sofa. Then he dropped this sleek ‘thing’ of smooth white plastic on my lap, with a glowing apple engraved on its cover. It was the Laptop Computer I had seen him use. My grandson told me it operates on a wireless Network in their home. "Nanima" he said, "you can take it into your room and read your newspapers there, even on your bed if you wish!"

"Nanima," he insisted, "let me show you this iBook", as I mentally prepared for myself to learn yet another gizmo, after the Remote control and microwaves and mobile phones and all those conveniences that are a part of our daily lives today.

"This iBook has a Track Pad, and it is really easy", he said. I just looked at Adi, silent disbelief and hesitation written large on my face. "Really" he said, "let me just show you" and he held my index finger and placed it on the open computer with its small keypad. I looked at the small screen and sure enough I saw the cursor move in the direction of my finger. I felt a surge of triumph pass through my body, part magic, and part wonder. In that fleeting moment I tasted a new achievement. I knew I had done it.

While I was Internet savvy to a degree and could browse the web, I struggled with the mouse most times and this took the joy out of my browsing.  The track pad made for easier navigation. Sure enough, I was reading the Hyderabad newspapers on the Internet, including my favorite Times of India and Deccan Herald. I also read news on the BBC website, CNN, Apple News, and some others bookmarked on the Apple browser Safari. Now, I am utterly and completely hooked.

Adi shows no surprise and has also taught me to send e-mail using Yahoo. I think the young just expect it of life, and it is up to us to embrace what life in these hi-tech times has to offer. We must learn from the young, by accepting them, so they accept us as we are. If we open our minds to their points of view, we grow. 

We grow in stature with our own deeds, not by decimating others. I am grateful for all these continued blessings, and thank God that at 81, he has given me all these opportunities. I trust it is so I can go to GOD our Maker, as a better person.

As told to Veenu Banga.

Eternity: Two years on and its sinking in.

Its two years today from the day my mother passed away, gone to be with her beloved mother, father brothers and dear sister. She was the last member of the family unit, (her parents and siblings) that walked the Earth.

As Hindus and Sikhs, we believe in reincarnation. Some say that the souls return to be near their dear ones, and this also facilitates the fulfillment of Karma. So I suppose I believe in reincarnation, being raised in a Sikh household that also followed the Hindu traditions. However, I am not very clear on it, and cannot fathom it reasonably, having has no intimate experience with it.

October 16, in 2015 was on a Friday. It was the 289th day of the year. It was also the Fourth day of the important and prominent Hindu Festival of Navrartri. She observed it religiously. I was not with her that year, and have no idea what she did or did not do that day. She had become quite frail and towards the last of her days she looked quite emaciated. It seems her breathing and pulse both became slow, till she finally breathed her last at some point that evening.

I was in Brussels and could not make it in time for the cremation. To be honest, I could not imagine her being dead, let alone being cremated. It was hard for me to comprehend this loss, even though she was 92, and I should have been prepared for it. My children offered to come with me, but I was very resistant. I could not go and see her empty room. It was a very hard thing for me to accept, because for all practical purposes, I became an orphan that day.

There is nothing remarkable, special or unique in my experience of her passing. People die every day, and someday we all will die. Yet, why is this event hard on us? Why does an adult have denial or other issues with the passing of a parent?  Yet, when they are living, we take them for granted. We forget that the next breath in any life is not guaranteed, that death is the one certainty that is promised, with every life that comes on Earth.

So, here it is. Two years on, I am feeling the grief come on now. I feel her loss, its an eternal loss. What is Eternal? Eternity is where our life ends, and we foolishly think its something for ever. As if we will never die. There is no forever. Missing my mother, the grief, are all part of the journey. As is the momentous joys we had together. I am what she helped me become. A part of her lives in me, a huge part of me is made up of her, by her. Her nurturing ensures she survives in memory. Mine, and all those who loved her, and perhaps many of those she loved. That I suppose is Eternity. When we love, and are in return loved, we create our Eternity.

October 16, 2017.
Copyright Veenu Banga.

The Great Eclipse of 21st August 2017.

The Great Eclipse of August 21, 2017.

When I was growing up in India, I remember the Eclipse was a revered happening. My grandmother covered all the windows in the house, and we stayed indoors as far as possible. I think the day was spent in prayer and loads of charitable giving. In fact, people came shouting in the streets, asking for some, which were freely given, along with rice, lentils, fruits and sometimes offerings even of milk.

In the USA, it's a rage and people are planning to drive a long time, and trips to watch the Great Eclipse have been organized months earlier. The price of Special glasses has gone up 600%, if they add even available retail. Fakes too are now being sold, and authorities advise against buying from unscrupulous sellers.

What do the other cultures feel about the Eclipse?

I think if we watch the Eclipse from a place of humility, and reverence, it can be a Spiritual experience. If during totality as some articles say, you can see the planets, it will be a breathtaking and humbling sight.

We forget that we are sharing this planet with others older and more powerful than ourselves. Even many, many trees are older than us, and will be here still after we are gone. Besides the mountains, the rivers, the oceans, and all life that is sustained within them- the marine life, and plant life and wildlife, etc. There's also the Stars and the planets in the sky, part of Creation, and we who are but barely a Speck of a speck in this Grand design, forget that and desire to control the world, succumbing to pettiness of class, creed and color and the like.

Maybe to use this time, to look inside, unite, be humble, and above be grateful that we were given the opportunity walked this beautiful Earth, where before us tread the greats, including the Son of God, and the many Masters and Saints.

Now the Great Eclipse is come and gone, and life goes on. Many astrological predictions were made, and also many made resolutions for a new start. Lets see, how the dice rolls going forward, where we roll with it, or where we take our selves with our own determination. Or will we succumb to the wonders of the next big event, or the next political news? While all that is magnificent and mighty, stands mute, tall and eternal, we human lose ourselves in our own egoistic chatter.  

Veenu Banga
21st August 2017. 10:14 pm.

Does God pay attention to your Elocution?


Written on February 28, 2016, rediscovered today.


On a recent Facebook post it was suggested that pronunciation of Prayers and Mantras is very important. This was in response to someone who translates Sanskrit and Hindi texts into English. I was moved to write this response.


What are your feelings about my arguments? Open to criticism. Here it is:


"The Lord knows all the languages, especially the language of the heart. Surely he will forgive someone who does not know Sanskrit or cannot read Hindi very well, to mispronounce or to communicate with Him in English.


Having said that, as a lifelong student of the spiritual life, I do understand that Sound is the beginning, the Origin as it were of life as we know it. Sound carries with it vibrations, and even different vibrations have their own sound, that even silence has sound, so the point about pronunciation is important, because pronunciation is essentially Sound.


Furthermore, may I humbly add that the pronunciation and even the words of certain mantras have been altered in various parts of the world, as different regions influence speech.


As an example, Om Mani Padme Hum, which is a popular Buddhist chant, is in my understanding derived from Sanskrit, because the religious branch of Buddhism itself is born of Hinduism. This same chant is taught as Om Mani Beme Hum in some Chinese monasteries.


While correct pronunciation does have a very important place in Prayer and chanting, Understanding of the prayer, or its message is also equally vital, because then communication with the Divine comes from the heart.


In that kind of heartfelt and loving communication with the Divine, nothing is impure, imperfect or contaminated. The act of Shabri offering her bitten into, (pre tasted for sweetness) fruits to Lord Rama comes to mind.


The Lord is all forgiving. Even with ignorance and imperfect speech, we can grow if we are striving to change, to evolve to a higher level. Like Valmiki, who was a dacoit, (until his meeting with the sage Narad muni) and was later credited with writing the Ramayana.


The Lord is all forgiving, it is us humans, including some staunch devotees who are unable to find forgiveness in our hearts.


Prayers and mantras written by the greats such as Adi Sankaracharya, and so many others who preceded and followed him, carry the vibrations of not just the words they wrote, but also the Energy and Vibrations of their devotion. Yet, the very same prayer can answer different requests from different devotees, keeping the integrity of the prayer intact, while expanding its scope. Even abundance and riches have different forms, so the same prayer of abundance can manifest differently.


When the works of these ancient greats and Enlightened Masters are translated into English, they reach a wider audience, penetrating the consciousness of a larger humanity.


The Purpose and the message of these Prayers and Masters is better served by translation into a widely understood language such as English.


Even in the originating motherland of these Slokas, India with its hundreds of dialects and several regional languages, it is English that is the uniting language of the country.


Therefore better mispronounced, than missing out on the living treasures that is in the messages and wisdom of the Indian scriptures, prayers, mantras and Bhajans."


Veenu Banga 28 February 2016.

Mummy 1923-2015

My beautiful mother Vimla Madan, passed away today. Peacefully and disease free at 92. No blood pressure, no heart disease, no diabetes, and not on any medications, not even a vitamin pill, since she was in her late forties I would guess, except the odd homeopathic remedy and daily long and brisk walks, till the last couple of years.

After retiring from over three decades of Government service in the Ministry of Defense in 1980, she fulfilled her desire and travelled all over Indian with her friend Miss Keskar. The two women went all the way to Kanyakumari and she even stopped to visit me in Bombay.

In her 60's she was introduced to Sahaja Yoga and that became her daily routine followed by a long session of Acupressure. She liked to care for her plants, and feed the birds when she could.

It took me several hours to write about her here, and I am doing so at the behest of some of my childhood friends who have inundated me with loving messages.

My mother leaves behind a rich legacy of first and foremost fulfilling her duties, being true her heart, to live to her highest potential, laugh and love and forgive easily. Her good habits, her generosity of spirit will be a hard act to follow.

Mummy was highly educated, obtaining a Master's degree at a time when it was not uncommon for girls to not finish high school. She was extremely accomplished, studied Hindi and French as an adult, because her education was in English and her second language was Urdu. She could knit at the speed of light and wrote even faster.

She loved painting and reading and writing long letters to me, this bequeathing me with a wealth that is beyond riches. At 78, she learned how to use a Mac notebook or 'Apple' computer, so she could read her favorite newspapers, The Times of India and the Deccan Herald. She also wrote emails to me, when she wanted me to know something in a hurry!

I can only hope that I can keep her goodness alive in the way I lead my life, and what I bequeath to my children. Words really fail me, so I'm telling her stories, but they say far too little about her.

Mummy lived a good life, and I think she will want me to celebrate that. She travelled alone till she was 86 years old, coming frequently to visit me first in Australia and in the USA. She has touched many lives and we are all the richer for having been touched by her presence in our lives.

I'll probably have to add to this, Mummy. There is so much of your life to celebrate! Meanwhile I will let you Rest. Rest in eternal Peace. I know you've earned it. I love you, as I always have and forever will. Veenu xoxoxoxo

Copyrighted Veenu Banga 2015.

Homeopathy in India vs the West

India has made Homeopathy its very own. It thrives today in India like in no other place on the planet. The billion plus Indians have held on to this one good thing, even as they let go of several other traditions in the name of modernity.

When I was growing up, India was in its infancy after getting freedom in 1947.  I recall overhearing a conversation about Homeopathy being born out of Ayurveda, and that the protocol was discovered in India. Despite Germany having no colony in India that I am aware of, the myth persisted that Homeopathy was one of the many treasures stolen from India during the 300 years of foreign rule. Homeopathy was so trusted and revered on the subcontinent, including Pakistan and Bangladesh. 

Today, what has to be one of the largest publisher (http://www.bjain.com) of Homeopathy text books, and homeopathic literature, is in India. They collaborate with several Western Homeopaths and the books are a fraction of the cost we pay in the West. 

In fact, when I was in India some months ago, I randomly purchased, among other books, "A Treatise on Diseases of the Skin", by Samuel Lilienthal from a Bhandari's outlet (a CVS/Walgreens type homeopathic chain of stores owned by the manufacturer of the remedies) which sells books as well, besides remedies, kits, homeopathic based cosmetics, hair oils etc, and other related materials like Bach's Flower remedy literature. Again, very inexpensive, affordable even for the locals, and very very busy with a thriving business! 

In the Publisher's note at the beginning of Samuel Lilienthal's "A Treatise on Diseases of the Skin" (who's only known work supposedly, was HOMEOPATHIC THERAPEUTICS) is noted: 

"Did he write any other gem? You will be surprised he did. We were also surprised when we discovered A TREATISE ON DISEASES OF THE SKIN by S. Lilienthal, M.D., in the library of Dana Ullman in California, who himself was unaware of the presence of the book in his library. This copy is Lilienthal's own copy which is interleaved and has additional notes by the author in his open miniature handwriting."

"Dr. Dana Ullman was kind enough to lend this copy to us for reprinting and making this gem available to the lovers of homeopathy. This book is an antique published way back in 1876."

(Dana Ullman who writes for the Huffington Post (www.huffingtonpost.com/dana-ullman/)  has done a lot to advance the cause of homeopathy in the US. When I first arrived in the US in the mid nineties, Dana Ullman's was the only voice of homeopathy that I knew of.)

The publisher's note goes on to explain what a painstaking task it was to decipher Lilienthal's black ink miniature notes (samples of which are published in the book as well) and that task was accomplished by two homeopathic doctors and in-house editors. Despite that, the publisher writes, there are blanks (in the book) which still need filling, and the homeopathic community is invited to communicate their interpretations to the publishers so as to be included in subsequent prints. 

Why do I go to such lengths to explain this? For several reasons. Firstly, one can't help but marvel at the accessibilty of both the remedies and the literature. Secondly, can we even imagine the potential of a chain of homeopathic stores in the USA, operated by the manufacturers, and  devoted only to Homeopathy, like the Bhandari's outlets in India? Thirdly, look at the enthusiasm of the publisher. They obviously know there is a market. Can a population of 1.3 Billion be wrong? 

There are other large-scale manufactures of homeopathic remedies in India, one of which Baksons, even has their own college, (http://www.bakson.net/college/) 

Is it any wonder that in India there are SEVERAL (use of caps justified) self taught 'hobby' practitioners who have a full time job, and coming from all professions, who in the evening hold charitable clinics, and dispense remedies to the ailing poor and not so poor. We even had one such homeopath in our family. My late uncle Sarjit Singh, (who taught himself homeopathy reading the books of his daughter, who graduated from India's prestigious Nehru Homeopathic College) successfully treated their then 14 year old dog, who was struck with Canine Distemper, for which there is no known cure in western medicine. The dog recovered fully and lived an active and long life. 

The more I explore homeopathy, the more surprised I am to find it in so many far off places. There are of course, several Homeopathic schools in India. There is even a school that I know of in Greece, (http://www.vithoulkas.com/en/home.html) and I know this without any complex researching. It is information that just came my way. Just as I discovered my school, right here in Florida,  (http://www.academyofclassicalhomeopathy.com/About_us.html) when I casually enrolled for a webinar presented by Ann Jerome, under the auspices of the National Center for Homeopathy (http://www.nationalcenterforhomeopathy.org) of which Ann happens to be President. 

Why then is there a dearth of homeopathic practitioners at home, here in the USA? We are such a great nation, with the best research facilities in the world. Why are we missing out on this great science? Just imagine the possibilities, if our research potential and homeopathy came together! Indeed it is my sincerest belief that the USA could herald in a New Age, a Medical Revolution of sorts that would be unprecedented in modern history.

Right now, new diseases are rampant and medical bills from serious illness in the family, is the leading cause of bankruptcy in the country.

Why the stigma, the doubt, sometimes even ridicule to something 'scientifically' proven, invented by Hahnemann, who himself was an MD. Homeopathy was subsequently refined by many more physicians and pharmacists, and consequently endorsed and practiced by several MD mainstream doctors, not just in the 1800's but even at the turn of the century, and now too, in the US itself.

In fact, there were several Homeopathic colleges in the USA as well, and homeopathy enjoyed both popularity and repute. In fact, all of the USA, there is only one statue honoring a physician. That statue was dedicated in 1900, by none other than the US President at the time, President William McKinley. The statue is of Dr. Samuel Hahnemann.  Known as The Samuel Hahnemann (1755-1843) Memorial, it is in the nations capitol, Washington DC. You can see it here:  http://www.nlm.nih.gov/hmd/medtour/hahnemann.html

Modern medicine cannot be replaced for its urgent care miracles. Endorsing homeopathy does not mean bashing allopathic care. However, considering the ease of use, ready availability, and most of all the low cost remedies, that make homeopathy an excellent alternative for several common and chronic complaints. In allopathy, the issue is with side effects of drugs, which sometimes far outweigh the risks of the disease.

The Hippocratic Oath to first, "Do no harm", is also better served with homeopathy. The excessive use of antibiotics, steroids, unnecessary surgery and other invasive chemical interventions is avoided, especially in situations where there is no known cure in allopathy, (such as a peri anal abscess or fistula-more about this in a forthcoming post) and known successful treatments in homeopathy.

As discussed in the last post, a very good introduction to homeopathy can be found in "The Journey of a Disease" by Dr. Mohinder Singh Jus, ( http://www.shi.ch ) who practices in Zug, Switzerland. 

Another very good book, is by Dr. Tom Dooley, who first trained as a conventional medical doctor and now practices (http://www.drdooley.net) Homeopathy in California. Dr. Tom Dooley's "Beyond Flat Earth", which he generously offers as a free read in e-book format is our text book for the Foundations of Homeopathy class. http://www.beyondflatearth.com

Homeopathy is an 'all inclusive' protocol, that harms no one, yet can potentially help everyone, including animals and PLANTS! Someone needs to let the world know, and yours truly is enjoying doing it. 

Next time: What are some conditions that homeopathy can cure and for which modern medicine has no satisfactory outcome.