Srinigar, in the Kashmir region of northern India, sits on a big, shallow lake at the edge of the Himalayas. Most ‘hotels’ are houseboats, reachable only by hand-paddled gondolas. Central Srinigar is like a cross between Venice Italy and a Louisiana bayou.
The history of the houseboats is a quirky rule dating back to the 1800s when the area was a British colony: the Brits were prohibited from owning property, but were free to float a fancy boat on the lake.
India’s westernmost state is home to 60 million people and a handful of endangered Asiatic Wild Ass. Gujarat is the birthplace of both Mahatma Gandhi and current Indian Prime Minister Modi. One morning I was at a massive flower market in Ahmedabad, set up on the edge of a busy highway. Across the street was a billboard of Modi posing with Donald and Melania Trump. I looked up from the flower market to see a couple of camel-drawn carts making their way through the rush hour traffic jam. A very ‘India’ sight. My visit to Gujarat wasn’t quite as fast-paced as my time in Kerala, so I had plenty of time to think about the important Hindu principle of Karma.
EVEN IF you don’t know much about Hinduism, you’ve probably heard of “karma.” Karma means that every action has a consequence. Your good deeds and hard work will eventually be rewarded. And your bad acts will somehow come back to haunt you. The universe will even things out.
We all know the phrase, “What goes around comes around.” That’s karma in a blunt nutshell. Lots of English-language sayings describe some sort of karma (mostly the “bad” side): Paybacks are hell. Chickens come home to roost. He got a taste of his own medicine. What’s good for the goose is good for the gander. If you live by the sword, you’ll die by the sword. You reap what you sow. She had that coming. That’s gonna bite you in the ass. An eye for an eye. Karma’s a bitch.
The word “karma” is Hindu but the concept is universal. Even the Golden Rule — arguably the most important moral principle for everyone from Jesus to Kant – is essentially a corollary of Karma: “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” It’s a nice way of saying you should “dish out” only what you’re ready to “take.”
Hindus don’t necessarily think the gods are purposely or actively trying to punish or reward you, though. Karma is like gravity or physics: an inevitable law of nature. Even Newton’s Third Law of Motion sounds oddly like karma: For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. Nothing personal.
Hindus believe in an immortal soul with multiple earthly reincarnations, and they believe that the effects of karma can stretch beyond your current life. A person can experience the consequences of his acts – good or bad karma – even in his next life. This means that if something bad happens to you, it may be because of something bad you did in a prior life. Other faiths (like Christianity) struggle to explain why bad things happen to good people — why a benevolent and all-powerful god allows innocent people to suffer from illness, injury, hunger, and handicaps. Hinduism solves that philosophical dilemma: the person may have bad karma carried over from a prior life. It may sound a little brutal to imagine karma chasing us down even after we die, but that’s not so different from many Christian and Muslim beliefs about heaven and hell: Your acts in this life will be rewarded or punished in a later one.
People who research American political philosophy find that liberals generally place greater focus than conservatives on equality and on “caring” (the prevention of suffering). Conservatives, on the other hand, tend to place more emphasis on loyalty and on “proportionality.” Proportionality here refers to a belief that outcomes and consequences should be “proportional” to actions and behaviors – that good behavior and hard work should be rewarded, while bad behavior may rightly be punished. Which, of course, sounds a lot like karma. These different moral principles all sound good, but things get interesting when the themes conflict with one another. An emphasis on equality or on the prevention of suffering will often conflict with the karma-like proportionality principle: If good behavior and hard work are rewarded and bad or lazy behavior is punished, people will no longer be “equal” and some will literally suffer from the consequences of their actions and decisions.
The Hindu belief in an inevitable karma that spans multiple lifetimes takes the concept of personal responsibility to its extreme. Your present condition is the product of your own past acts and decisions, in this life or in prior ones. You made yourself what you are. Whatever good fortune or bad luck you experience, you caused it yourself either in this or a prior life. This view partly underlies India’s traditional caste system. To the Hindus, wherever you find yourself in the socio-economic hierarchy of the caste system—even at the time of your birth – you caused that yourself. If you’re unhappy with your life, only you and karma are to blame — and karma doesn’t have a complaint department.
Maybe the belief in karma is why so many of the Indians I encountered seemed so pleasant, happy, and content. Whether or not you actually believe in karma, there’s a lot to be said for people who do: People who believe there’s no sense complaining about whatever life brings you. People who believe that the way to a better world is to be good, do good, and work hard. Those are folks you’d want to hang out with, even if they live halfway around the world.
One of these two “step wells” near Ahmedabad was next to a Sun Temple. They’re religious sites but also functional: you walk down to the level of the water table and scoop out water.
Just south of my hometown of Vian, Oklahoma, is Sequoyah Wildlife Refuge. Each fall (and spring) the wheatfields of the refuge are swarmed by tens of thousands of wild geese, migrating toward friendlier climates. My dad drove me through the Refuge while I was home for Thanksgiving.
There is a two-lane road through the middle of the Refuge. On the west side, hunting (geese) is legal and popular; on the east side hunting is not allowed. When you drive down that road, you can see thousands of geese on the east side — often just 40 yards or so from the road — but none on the west side. Even the flight patterns of the huge swarms that come in and out carefully stay on the safe side. Like me, the geese are not as dumb as they look.
The www.stevecreek.com website (a photographer from the area) often has pictures (better than mine!) from the Refuge.
I spent two weeks in November attending a Spanish language school in Playa Flamingo, Costa Rica. DON’T ask or expect me to bust out any espanol — YET. I’ll need another dose.
Here are a few pictures of some of my friends and classmates surfing at Tamarindo Beach (and some random beach bum types. It may be difficult to discern which are which.)
There’s a town in Costa Rica that’s famous for its pottery (ceramicas). The story is that these families have been making it there for 500 years or so, using pretty much the same materials, designs and methods. I met a guy named (disappointingly) “Willy,” who demonstrated his craft. I wound up flying home with seven pieces of pottery in my luggage. Amusingly, I also wound up giving a multimedia show-and-tell presentation (in Spanish, of course) to the entire school, describing my visit to Guaitil .
Here are some random Costa Rican sunsets from the trip.
I’ve watched OU play the Longhorns at least a dozen times. But it’s always in Dallas, so I’d never been to a game in Austin. By happy coincidence, I was in Austin to go to a reception at the law school honoring Robin Gibbs (the founder of my law firm) on the night before a UT/Texas Tech game. Robin had tickets galore, so I got to see my first Longhorn ballgame in Austin. Actually the most striking thing about it was how eerily similar it was to games in Norman — just change the colors.
Notice my hideous orange costume — I was undercover and/or trying to be at least modestly gracious to my burnt orange hosts, who somehow love their ‘horns every bit as much as we love the Sooners (Reminds me of the Police song from the 1980s — “The Russians Love Their Children, Too”.). The “couple” in the stands is a friend and Gibbs & Bruns partner Jeff Kubin, with his sister Jennifer. The happy family pics are the Reasoners; the pretty girl in the picture with me is my goddaughter, Olivia Reasoner. By the way, the Longhorns won the game easily; but the Texas Tech band killed the Orange band.
