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Swimming with Anahita ,the fish princess.

Went swimming for two consequtive afternoons with my niece. Learnt three new techniques.Hopefully I will be able to follow it through before I leave for UK.
My niece is going through her interviews for her colleges.She has appeared for two interviews and got through both.Our admissions were strictly based on board results.Interesting times this.
Meanwhile the heat in Delhi is terrifying.The day after I had to go for my paper submission I caught the heat.What would you expect flying in from 9 degree with sweaters and blankets to 43 degrees .I did not loiter in the heat outside nevertheless was bedridden on lots of fluid and pampering from my sister.
I took all of thirty six hours to recover.In the meantime I could have brief chats with Sheba,enroute to Lalitpur, Muani,Divya.....
I am also enjoying the crispness of the language in 'Times'magazine and going through droves of it in these uncertain times.
The world seems so fragile in every which ways. The rhetorics across the border is getting shriller by day,Kim Jon Un seems to be on a trip of its own.Listening to CNN one would think Democrats were saints or superhuman never having any negative news about them and yet always on a high horse with opinions about everything, actually just one thing.I had never followed American politics this closely before so it has been a revelation indeed.
Somethings in the world are getting so predictable that you don't need extra senses to predict who will get the mtv movie awards in different categories. I remember walking with Joy in the corridors of Oxford university centre for South Asian studies. Looking at the topics being researched where thousands of dollars were being spent as fellowships. To a missionary doctor only too familiar with the deprivation that exists in our world, it seemed like a total waste of money.I asked Joy,'What is the use of all this research?How does it make the world a better place?She found it highly amusing and said,"It's about ideas and selling them."For me it was difficult to digest.But world's best institution runs for that very cause so there must be some meaning to those rhetorics in the leather bound books.Of course, to prove and study that christian missionaries were a part of a greater agenda of the Crown to colonise India and the world ....will make
for a great legacy we will leave behind for the future generation.That may be the only idea they will buy???

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