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OVERCOMING THAT A... AN... ANG... ANGER

Yoga and Anger Management by  Arun Goel

Almost all of us experience anger at some point or the other.

Rather than get into a monologue of why anger occurs, I will try to touch upon why we should overcome it and how it can be done.

WHERE IS GUADALUPE ISLAND?

Guadalupe Island (Isla Guadalupe), Mexico Remote Mexican Island, an Oceanic Wonder!

Guadalupe Island lies 150 miles offshore of the Pacific coast of Mexico, roughly south of San Diego and WNW of Punta Eugenia on the Baja California peninsula.

This large 98 square mile, 22 mile long island is environmentally isolated, surrounded as it is by deep water, some of which attains depths of 12,000' between the island and the mainland.

See
http://www.gygis.com/guadalupe_island.html

Isla Guadalupe Website
 

GUADALUPE, a remote Mexican island
in the Pacific, is not to be confused with the
much less environmentally preserved île de la
GUADELOUPE, in the French Caribbean!

 

 

GUADELOUPE COLOMBO vs. TRINIDAD CURRY

TRINIDAD'S  CURRY STYLE

If Guadeloupe's Colombo is a brand of curry mixture, then you will be
pleased  to learn that the Trinidadians have done the same many years
ago.

In the nineteenth century we did not attempt to recreate any of the Indian styles of curry, for the simple reason that it was not possible. The Indians can use more than a dozen ingredients to grind their masala, we in the Caribbean were cut off from the full spice supply. So we improvised and developed a style of curry based on just a few ingredients centred around turmeric, and voila! Trinidad curry.

INDENTURESHIP DREAMS

Indentureship Dreams- my ancestral scene!!

T'was a long, long journey across the Kala Pani,
Churning sea and chilling breeze amazed our jahajies.

Food was rationed and everyone given a small portion,
Days were long & sad, nights filled with dreams in anticipation.

Alas!! many died from a lack of clean drinking water,
Their relatives will never know of this horrible torture.

Land ahead!!, land ahead!! came the scream from the tired sailors,
Behold!! the majesty of the promised land ripe for new labourers.

Slowly stepping on the land, hungry and tired but happy!!
The wonderful names of jahajies were recorded in a jiffy.

Their new homes were a mystery--barracoons aplenty,
This tiny living space was indeed a pioneer's misery.

Days were long and hard, early morning toil in the fields began,
They were not spared the whip, by the overseer a cruel man.

Their hands were blistered and their backs beaten by the Sun,
Ordinary humans could not this job have done.

Their labour resulted in the wealth of the British Empire,
Little was given to them by the greedy colonial masters.

Sun and rain attack their countenance,
Stealing their beautiful, youthful radiance.

The life we live today is their gift of love and sacrifice,
They came to a hostile land and paid this awesome price.

Jahajies zindabad!!, zindabad!! zindabad!! forever,
Zindabad !! eternal gratitude for your great fervor.

Khem Harrinarine.
- by permission.

YOGA - NATURE PROVIDES... QUOI DE PLUS NATUREL?

UN "COULIE" EN GUYANE

TROUVAILLES
de Guy Stéhlé :

Un coulie en Guyane

Dans "Voyage d'exploration à l'intérieur des Guyanes" par le docteur Jules CREVAUX, médecin de première classe de la marine française (1876-1877), on trouve mention, pages 368 et 376, du sort d'un jeune "coulie" que le médecin avait pris en charge.

Voici des extraits : "(A Cayenne) On me donne l'ordre de faire partie d'une commission chargée de visiter un convoi de coulies, c'est- à-dire de travailleurs arrivant des Indes sur un navire anglais."

(Une épidémie de typhus sévissant à bord, le docteur Crévoux renvoie la commission, reste seul sur le navire anglais puis fait transporter les malades sur l'Ilet de la Mère, dans un ancien pénitencier presque désaffecté, et y reste soigner les malades.

Il adopte un jeune coulie qui chasse, pour améliorer son ordinaire, des iguanes et des sarrigues) "Ce futur compagnon de voyage, inscrit sur la liste des immigrants sous le nom de SABABODI ou SABA, avait un goût très prononcé pour la chasse (...).

Après douze jours, l'épidémie s'étant complètement arrêtée par le simple effet du transbordement des passagers, le médecin de la santé vint m'annoncer que j'avais la libre pratique. Ce n'est pas sans plaisir que je revins à Cayenne.

Le lendemain, les coulies transportés à terre sont groupés par lots de trois ou quatre personnes et adjugés aux agriculteurs et industriels de la colonie. J'obtiens des autorités que le jeune SABABODI ne soit pas compris dans cette répartition.

Cet enfant m'est confié contre la somme de cent trente sept francs pour une période de cinq années.

Les conditions de l'administration portent en outre que j'aurai à le nourrir et à lui donner cinq francs par mois jusqu'au moment où il sera adulte." (Plus tard, lors d'une expédition chez les Bonis, il se voit forcé par manque de nourriture, de se séparer d'une partie de l'équipe dont "mon pauvre petit SABABODI qui est d'ailleurs gravement malade") "

Le lendemain, je me mets en route avec un seul canot et quatre hommes.

SABA, que j'ai fait transporter sur la plage, sur le dos d'un indien Emerillon qui chassait près de là, verse des torrents de larmes en me quittant.

Forcé par les circonstances de l'abandonner, je lui remets des lettres pour mes collègues, le recommandant à leurs bons soins; ils se chargeront de le remettre sur pied et il restera à leur service jusqu'à mon retour."

Source :
http://www.ghcaraibe.org/bul/ghc061/p1082.html

avec nos remerciements.

 

MY INDIAN ARRIVAL DAY, INDIAN WEDDINGS IN GUYANA

Shri Ramautar Ji.

Photo courtesy Nanda Sahadeo.

MY INDIAN ARRIVAL DAY as told by Nanda.

Pranaam.

Today in honor of this special day, my Mata Ji and I decided to spend our day in a special way.

We first went to give sweets to some children whose home was destroyed by fire a few years ago. Then we went to visit an elder --Sri Ramoutar Ji. Sri Ramoutar Ji was born on 2nd January 1915. His Pita Ji --Sri Somai Ji came from India.

Sri Ramautar Ji was born at Mon Repos Estate and lived in a small flat bush house as a little boy. Sri Ramoutar Ji  went to school--what he refered to as the English Church School (The Anglican School). He said the teachers( they were mostly Blacks) used to come around and ensure that the small children attend school. He stop attending school at 14 years when his Mata Ji fell sick. He had to now help out his Pita Ji.He joined the Creole Gang whose job was to throw manure on the cane, when he got a little older, he joined the Weeding Gang then later the he started to Cut and Drop then later Cut and Load cane.

He worked and saved until he was able to buy land--what was called "beds" and started to plant rice.

MEMOIRE : MARTINIQUE OUBLIEUSE?

Le 06 Mai 1853, les premiers Indiens arrivaient en
Martinique  : un pan de l'histoire occulté...

Martiniquaise d'origine indienne,  Christiane
SACARABANI était dans l'urgence de l'ecriture pour
honorer ses ancêtres.

"L'INDIEN AU SANG NOIR " :
"L'INDIEN AU SANG NOIR " :
un droit de mémoire romancé,
auto-édité en 2003,
et réedité en 2004.

LIFE STORY BY S. LACHMANSINGH ONLINE

My Journey :
A Memoir by Hector S. Lachmansingh

White Sunday preachers converting slave descendents on a Caribbean plantation.
An Indian man and a Chinese woman can also be seen among the workers.

My Journey is the story of the major events in the early years of my life in Guyana, formerly British Guiana.

It outlines the hardships which my parents and grandparents overcame to provide for their families. Their roots are traced to Bihar and Uttar Pradesh in India.

I was one of the fortunate students to attend high school. At that time less than 5% of all students received a secondary education. My parents, my oldest brother and two sisters never had the opportunity.

My Journey brings me to Guelph, Ontario where I spent six interesting years at Ontario Agricultural College. Most of my working years were spent at Erin District High School. Those were busy and exciting years.

Unfortunately, ill health forced me to retire prematurely.

My Memoir is a story of people who have influenced my life and to whom I am deeply indebted.

To my relatives and friends, I hope you will enjoy reading My Journey as much as I have enjoyed writing it. If there are any errors or omissions, I am responsible and do apologize.

Table of Contents :

Preface, Acknowledgements, Introduction

  1. My Village
  2. My Mother
  3. My Mother's Ancestors
  4. My Father
  5. My Father’s Ancestors
  6. A Tribute To My Teacher
  7. Central High School
  8. Christmas In Guyana
  9. Leaving Home
10. Ontario Agricultural College
11. Summer Jobs
12. Mr. Bowman
13. Chickie
14. Mistaken Identity
15. Erin District High School
16. Edward De Raney
17. Cricket Games I Always Will Remember
18. A Scary Experience
19. My Family

Acknowledgments.

My Journey took three years to complete. I am deeply grateful to my wife Lucy and children Ramon and Sandya for their encouragement and support. They offered constructive suggestions. I wish to thank Sandya for the countless hours she spent typing this story.

About six months ago, I was at a stand still. It was a relief when I happened to meet Ine Schepers-Molijn. She volunteered to read and edit my draft copies. She provided encouragement and has been a source of inspiration. I do appreciate her help.

I would also like to thank Emerson Lall for his helpful suggestions.

As always, my friend Khalid Khokhar helped in the organization, layout and printing of My Journey. His suggestions and advice were most helpful. I am most grateful to Khalid.

TO READSCOVER THIS WONDERFUL MEMOIR

by Hector S. Lachmansingh
CLICK HERE !