Three Unrelated Gems
Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk
The rain makes running pools in the gutter
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night
And I love the rain.
TWO: Surya Singh’s Oft Stated Hierarchy of Indian Driving Skills.
1: Taxi driver
2: Lorry driver
3: Government bus driver
4: Delhi service long route driver
5: Owner car driver (A privately owned car driven by a personal hired driver)
6: Owner driver (A privately owned car driven by its owner)
7: Owner wife driver (A privately owned car driven by the owner’s wife. Yes, I grasp the sexist nature of the assumption. Thank you very much.)
8: Tuk Tuk Driver (Tuk Tuks are ubiquitous inner city motor powered rickshaws. Tuk Tuk rides are like taking LSD but with greater color, fear, cows, donkeys, and dogs 9: Rich man’s son driver (A privately owned car driven by the owner’s son)
Surya Singh toured my friend Bruce and I around the states of Rajasthan and Gujarat, India for 18 days in October of 2013. He is a wise, proud, and insightful Rajput man. Much of his knowledge derives from his eighteen-year career driving a taxi. Driving in India is like nothing else and nowhere else in the world. Surya Singh became my brother and his kindness and knowledge opened up India beyond anything we could have found on our own.
Not to be confused with the American notion of taxi drivers, Indian Taxi drivers are generally used for touring people around the hazardous world of Indian roads. They are a professional class and take great pride in their positions. “Singhsab,” on more than one occasion would recount the hierarchy of Indian driver’s ability.
Three: Beautiful Souls, by Eyal Press.
“Resistance to authority often begins not with grand gestures carried out in the name of abstract causes but small, modest actions that rarely seem unusual to the people carrying them out.”
Beautiful Souls, by Eyal Press describes the actions and circumstances of individuals who resisted participating in crimes against humanity. It’s an account of why people do or do not have moral courage dissecting some mechanisms allowing and stopping people from committing crimes they know are wrong. Worth a read. Short book, not depressing at all.