Monday, January 27, 2014

A post for all the Goddesses

I can't remember the last time I read a non-fiction book cover to cover in 2 days! "Goddesses: Mysteries of the Feminine Divine" was one of those books that once you start reading is so hard to put down. When I heard that Joseph Campbell's book on Goddesses was available I didn't think
twice and got it right away. I've read his Power of Myth, Hero with a thousand faces and have always felt he should have done the same for the heroines of Mythology. Now someone finally pieced together his lectures and writings and put out this volume which is a must read at least according to me.

As a modern, so-called liberated woman with a feminist bent of mind, I constantly juggle different roles throughout the day. My choice of career has also put me in a setting where i am always in the minority w.r.t my gender and have to negotiate work spaces that are often male dominated. To add on top of that, I was brought up in a patriarchal culture (India) and although born a Hindu and very familiar with the goddesses of the indian pantheon, i felt most of them were seen as consorts to the men in power, mostly role models for a domestic life (except for Kali of course) that left me wanting.

East or in the West women are now at exciting crossroads. I read somewhere that in the next decade 800M women are going to enter the formal economy as wage earners for the first time - majority from the so-called emerging markets! Everyone is touting the "She-economy". On the one hand, individual achievement of women is lauded and many barriers have been broken, but on the other our biological and social instinct still reigns supreme. In a non-scientific experiment i scanned through the facebook feeds of my women friends to see what topics they write about and this seemed to confirm the fact that biology and society trumps! No wonder Katniss Everdeen resonated with millions of women and girls who are looking for an alternative mythology.

How do we women (and men) find our footing in these times? What is the role of the goddess? Is it primarily biological - the giver of life? Hasn't the Goddess also been the symbol of transformation throughout history? Hasn't she also been a muse, the inspiration for creativity? You will find the answers in this book.

Campbell traces the origins of the Goddess mythology and how it differs from plantation tribes (that are feminine) and herding/warring tribes (which are more masculine). What happened when these two groups of people met? How did one mythology overtake or incorporate the other? I personally liked the section of the book where he compares the Illiad and the Odyssey and how you could view the former as masculine and the latter as feminine. He draws on all religions and shows us how these myths are universal.

It was sheer joy to read this book. At many times in my life i have had to move from one role to another and in most of these transformations i have learned something about myself, grown through that experience although some of these were very difficult circumstances. Luckily i am also married to a person who has been with me through these circumstances and has not shied away from his own transformations either. It also happened that this weekend we finished watching the final movie of the Linklater trilogy "Before Midnight". Celine struggling with motherhood, her career, reaching her 40s, feeling like not having any time for her own passions - i felt like telling her pick up a copy of "Goddesses" and let Joseph Campbell guide you through the myths of the goddesses who were and will always be.

And no this is not a self-help book, and this is certainly not a  Sheryl Sandberg "lean in". JC doesn't have all the answers, but he thinks that today's Goddesses will find a way out and write their own myths. In his own words.....

"The challenge of the moment—and there are many who are meeting it, accepting it, and responding to it, in the way not of men but of women—the challenge is to flower as individuals, neither as biological archetypes nor as personalities imitative of the male. And, to repeat, there are no models in our mythology for an individual woman’s quest. Nor is there any model for the male in marriage to an individuated female. We are in this thing together and have to work it out together"

Monday, January 13, 2014

Three Generation of one-time liars

My maiden attempt to tell a funny story in verse. Some of it happened as is, and for the rest I've taken poetic license

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“Mama I’ve lied” she cried
"I know I’ve been bad
Didn't want to make you sad
Throwing out my report card
As my grades weren't up to par
Now I know I have no recourse
As you have an inside source
And as my plans went bust
Didn’t want to lose your trust"

“Mama I’ve lied” she cried
Braced herself for the bumpy ride
There she stood a figure so sorry
But all that she got was....
A hug and a story!


Now, now, dear. Don't fret my baby
Argus with hundred eyes, I maybe
But this wise mom was a child once
Who did things best fit for a dunce
"Papa I've lied" I had cried
I know I've been bad
Didn't want to make you mad
To your numerous warnings, i paid no heed
Ambling along alleys, caught up in greed
Like a pirate on rampage hunting for gold
Looking for treasures on streets so cold
Lost in the labyrinth, when darkness came down
Until I was found with tears streaming down


"Papa I've lied" I cried
Braced myself for the bumpy ride
There I stood a figure so sorry
But all that I got was ...
A hug and a story!

Now now dear, don't fret my baby
Theseus in a labyrinth I maybe
But this wise man was a child once
Who did things best fit for a dunce
To dad's numerous warnings, I paid no heed
Ambling along orchards, caught up in greed
Craving for blueberries, that tasted like manna
Dived under a fence, stole and did a runner
Feasted on them till i could take no more
Washed the stains off, till my tongue was sore
'til the news reached him embellished like a story

And there I stood a figure so sorry
But all that I got was....
No hugs, no stories, and no dinner too
Just plain old tirade and a smack or two
Since then no berries and no lies for me
This is my message for you from me

So you see my dear, we've all been there
Three generation of one-time liars
Terrible at lying although we were
At least we got a story to share

Thursday, January 9, 2014

Not ready to accept defeat .... yet

It has been 4 years since i started the OBOC project, and i am still only a little more than half way through. Since then as it has been kindly pointed out, I realized a number of others have been doing the same thing, and recently Ann Morgan did 197 books in 1 year while, just like me, holding a full time job! Kudos to her, and her idea of getting books from readers around the world. I have exclusively relied on the public library system here in the US which is pretty amazing, still not complete.

It calls for a special kind of discipline to be doing a project like this and frankly I don't seem to have it. I have often gotten bored, felt stifled by the project, experienced withdrawal symptoms from not reading my favorite authors and picked up a number of other books, including children's literature which was a goldmine that i stumbled upon thanks to my 8 year old, instead of focusing exclusively on OBOC. So, should I give up? I thought about it long and hard for about 5 mins and concluded, no. I am doing mainly for exposing myself to literature and culture from around the world. This can be a lifetime quest, so what's another year to OBOC :)

On that note, just wrapped up "How to get filthy rich in Rising Asia" by Mohsin Hamid the brilliant and funny writer from Pakistan. His Reluctant fundamentalist had received rave reviews, but I decided to pick up this one as i was intrigued by the concept of a Self Help Book, a category that i absolutely loathe. Although not set in any particular country in Asia, it is self-evident that he is inspired by Pakistan and for me, the setting could have just as well been in any town in India. Written in second person and structured like a self help book it tells the rags to riches to moderately-comfortable life of the unnamed protagonist who had the small luxury of having moved to the city and receiving basic education - both of which are critical elements for breaking through in the new Asia.

It is a very colorful account that captures the excitement of the burgeoning middle class in Asia and how one breaks the poverty cycle by hook or crook in an attempt to get ahead. Of course this involves a lot of personal sacrifice - time, money, morals, health and love, and our protagonist hasn't a moment of rest or peace until the end arrives.

By not naming any character, or city Mohsin Hamid has created a novel that is representative of the millions in Asia that are trying everyday to break the poverty cycle.If Hamid was trying to make a statement against globalization or marketization I failed to grasp that from the novel. I found myself caught up in the life of our unnamed hero and even when he was selling expired goods or packaging tap water as bottled water, I didn't feel like completely giving up on him. Although I can't condone his actions I can claim to understand him. When corruption is rampant at all levels what is our poor hero to do?

It is a short novel (more a novella) and an easy and quick read, almost a page turner. I think one can expect more exciting works from Mohsin Hamid as he certainly has a pulse on his native Pakistan.