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3 Modern living roomMinimalistic lines are the obvious influence of traditional Japanese interiors on contemporary spaces.Balance is key in a zen style home.Simplicity. Clutter is not part of the zen philosophy.This is Rurikou-in temple, KyotoSoftness underfoot creates relaxation in a zen room.Ideally, a zen room would be free from peace disturbing electronic devices.This up to date play on zen styles out each simplistic element.Zen dining areas can be formal too.Keep any accent colors uplifting.If you don't have an outdoor garden, you could always incorporate the zen garden ideal within your interior room, using twisted trees and pebbles.minimalist dining tableSliding doors allow the exterior and interior of this Japanese city loft to organically meld one into the other.Bare essential furnishings keep this living space from feeling cramped or cluttered letting the beauty of its wood and white elements reflect and bounce the natural light.Zen meditation room.The backs on these floor seats are a welcome addition.This window seat complete with tea kettle is a zen box.Natural materials are key.Paper paneled doors never fail to evoke an oriental look, install in doubles for balance.A zen room is a place of harmony.Play with natural light.Zen living room


But the book’s lingering quality — its ability to stay under a reader’s skin long after its secrets had been disclosed — hinged on its portrayal of two characters who match wits: one a brilliant physicist-sleuth named Yukawa (also known as Detective Galileo) and the other a criminal with almost unfathomable, monk-like reserves of personal dedication and forbearance.

When it is revealed, a reader’s instinctive response might be to snort and say “Impossible” (which is what the detectives listening to Yukawa do). I even felt a little cheated at first, as if the author had blindsided me by stepping outside the permissible limits of the genre. But further reflection shifted my perception of what was possible and what wasn’t; I began to see the peculiar internal logic of the denouement in light of the personalities and the lifestyles involved, and the crime no longer appeared unfeasible.

The actual writing has some of the functional woodenness that you find in most commercial fiction of this sort — too many references to a character’s eyes “widening in surprise”, for example, or hands gripping a phone tightly when unexpected news is received — but these are tics of the genre, easy enough to ignore up to a point. (Besides, as has often been observed, when Japanese is translated into English, the results can seem a little stilted and over-formal, especially when the reader is from a culture that doesn’t understand why a detective might remove his shoes outside a house before going in to question a murder suspect.)

This book is about a crime born of very deep passion, but with no sudden bursts of action, no explicit violence or dramatic confrontations, it is unnerving in ways that more conventional thrillers are not. And despite the fact that the setting is a homogenous modern city and the characters are in some ways indistinguishable from upper-middle-class people living anywhere in the world, there is something distinctly Japanese about it, something of the deceptive placidity of the filmmaker Ozu or the novelist Ishiguro. There is a sense of a neat and ordered contemporary world with mystical rumblings beneath its surface, reminiscent of the Sheep Man in Haruki Murakami’s novels, hidden in a forgotten corner of a glass-and-steel skyscraper, or a videotape being employed by supernatural forces in Koji Suzuki’s Ring series. Higashino’s book is set in a world of tidy kitchens with coffee-makers and bottled mineral water, of sophisticated dinners and dating parties, but beneath it all is something more primal. The image one is left with at the end is the indelible one of a predatory spider watching quietly, patiently over her web.

Japanese Tea Ceremony

A solemn traditional Japanese tea ceremony conducted with deliberateness.

Beautiful kimono. Oh and, for you all who don’t see the reason for going through “all that trouble,” the tea ceremony is about more than the drinking of tea — and at the same time, it is about less. More about being quiet and meditative, thoughtful and deliberate, graceful and simple. It is about entering a calm, meditative state of mind and momentarily slipping into a more intimate relationship with those present. Not about guzzling tea. Though the tea does have meaning itself. Look it up.



But the amazing part was the absolute calm that pervaded the face of the Japanese airport officials and workers and its contrast with the terrified look on the foreign tourists’ faces. It was almost as if it was a daily routine for the Japanese. One unforgettable image from the ordeal was the person at the currency exchange counter, who in the midst of the violent quake, was calmly imploring me to pick up the money that I had forsaken in my desperate attempt to run out of the airport!  And what more could have been expected  from a people who could not have seen anything worse than Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Contrast this with our own attitudes to disasters when more people die from the panic following the disaster rather than the disaster itself.   

Quiet efficiency

The same stoic efficiency was seen in the distribution of sleeping bags to all the stranded passengers in the airport within no time, and the orderly fashion in which people were herded into queues when train services resumed from the airport the next morning. There was not a sign of chaos. One has to bear in mind that Tokyo city has a mammoth population of 1.3 crore people.

While all public transportation was suspended, what was remarkable was that it, including the express trains, was resumed in less than 24 hours. A tremendous achievement considering the scale of assessment needed to ascertain the damages to tracks and roads. Travelling by train to the city was an experience, for, the city, full of skyscrapers, did not show a single broken windowpane on any of the buildings!  Nor were there any bent electric poles.

http://www.hindu.com/mag/2011/05/01/stories/2011050150180600.htm    Even the most Spartan of contemporary weddings costs not less than Rs. 5,00,000. All of this, you would imagine, should directly translate to more marital bliss than ever before. Unfortunately, this is not quite the case.

Often, the issues are not related to just the minor niggles that are part of any large event. Sometimes jewellery is stolen, lechery is in evidence, passes are made and sexual peccadilloes discovered. The end result is that many couples take this wedding-related baggage into their marriages and, since neither partner is willing to cede ground and since there is rarely any hard evidence to support any of the allegations that generally float around, issues are usually carried forward unresolved and are dredged out again when marital fights turn nasty.

One of the interesting offshoots of globalisation, Internet and television is that Indian cultural mores, far from being threatened by Western influences as many people fear, are becoming more pan-Indian. Nowhere is it more in evidence than in the Indian wedding.

In the final analysis, a wedding should be something that couples remember fondly for many years to come. What makes a wedding special is not how exotic it was or how much it cost but the joy that the couple felt on coming together. I have nothing against big, even obese, weddings. But what everyone needs to remember is that when large events are organised, there are going to be a lot of slip-ups even if you hire an ISO-certified professional to do it for you. So, there’s no sense in personalising and attributing malafide intent to lapses or making a big deal about wedding bloopers. They just need to be taken in one’s stride and laughed over. And most importantly, it should be remembered that special weddings don’t always make special marriages. Only special people do.


“I was out in the heats and one Sreelatha was the winner in the 100m and 200m. I watched her winning from a distance and told myself that I would win the next year,” says Usha. “The 1982 Asian Games champion M.D. Valsamma’s coach gave a statement in the media that if Valsamma had some 15 days training on a synthetic track, she would beat me. I was very interested in the challenge. I kept that paper cutting under my bed and used to read it often,” reveals Usha.  “A lot of top athletes let me down with their statements in the media. Some said I had betrayed the nation. They stoned my house. I used to lock myself in a room. I never used to talk to anybody; I was very, very hurt,” explains Usha. For a girl who put the country before self, who probably lost out on an Olympics medal because she had to run in too many events, it was too much to bear. “That was a period when I hated sport.”

Her parents were her only source of support during those painful days. “When the 1989 New Delhi Asian Championship came, I wanted to win, to be happy once again. I was in good form and for the first time, my sisters came to watch me in an international meet.” She was happy too with the golden haul.

http://www.rediff.com/sports/2000/sep/11usha4.htm  Usha was always a very hard-working and meticulous athlete. She was always confident and optimistic. She rarely got depressed. But I should say that she was very sensitive especially when it came to her abilities. She performed her best always and always wanted to break her own records.


Usually, I do not attempt to qualify the works of my peers. To me, poetry, as well as all other artistic expression be it music, painting, dance or sculpture, is best when it’s consumed and experienced with the open mind of the fool and uninhibited empathy. To disengage and to rationalise, to dissociate and intellectualise is an exercise most of us know all too well. If it swings, it swings. If it rocks, well, then it rocks. Poetry, as all, human endeavour, in my opinion, is an expression that must yield to intention. And wisdom, insight as well as entertainment and a good laugh can be had, and gained everywhere. In the high as well as in the low. However, different from your own perspective, inclination or background it might or might not be.





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