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That's how long I was on a concall about bylaws of an organization of which I'm part of the leadership. My region disagrees rather strongly with proposed changes to the bylaws and it took nearly three hours to push through the questions generated by the proposed changes. The follow-up discussions from the call are thought-provoking. While I hope for democratic change, I also fear our clarion call may go largely unheeded.

Fourth of July in Delhi

Monsoon is here, letting loose its fury on the Fourth of July, just as the Embassy party was heating up. Alas, we huddled on the terrace, sopping wet, only to be kicked out by staffers who threatened us with black outs unless we left of our own accord. Cool temps ensued and Delhi is once again bearable.


May I know Thee more clearly, love Thee more dearly, and follow Thee more nearly, day by day. - Saint Richard of Chichester Obedience to the call of Christ nearly always costs everything to two people - the one who is called, and the one who loves that one. - Oswald Chambers


During a physician visit yesterday, I picked up the questionnaire pictured. If I followed the instructions of this manual, I would visit my physician and get medicated. On the other hand, 110+ degree heat may have something to do with loss of interest in running outside, increased frustrations, feeling drained, feeling worthless, and inability to concentrate. Maybe, just maybe.

lovely days in delhi

praise God that the past few days have been a return to living life out loud in delhi . here's the round-up. Thur: i joined some of the AIF Fellows for qawali (traditional music performance shown at left) at the Hazrat Nizamuddin Dargah which occurs every thursday evening and has been on my "must see" list for a few years. behind the singers shown seated, there is a room with a screen of chiseled marble. a woman's shrieks caught my attention towards the end of the performance. the woman clawed the marble screen as she screamed and convulsed, her long hair flying as she whipped her head from side to side. dargahs are meant to be safe places for struggling women to let loose their proverbial (or very real) demons. the dargah was a massive convolution of people from various countries and religions (many devotees came to pay homage to the Sufi saint, Nizamuddin , enshrined there). we removed our shoes at the entrance and followed a labyrinthine marble path