CAROL UNPLUGGED

The Girl Effect

2010-07-21T16:00:00.000-04:00

You’re Fine Just the Way You Are or… Don’t believe the hype

2010-06-16T15:54:00.001-04:00

We tend to measure ourselves based on outside standards. The Media constantly reminds us that we aren’t good enough. We need that new whatsamahoozie that is going to change our lives and make us happy and fulfilled for the rest of our lives.

Add to that the fact our own little poisonous thoughts and we are goners.

· What will the neighbors think?

· What will Everyone say?

The truth is, we are our own severest critics. Three-quarters of our thoughts are negative and we believe them every day over and over again. We create our own hell right here on earth, all by ourselves.

And we are good at it……

· You’re too fat.

· You’re too thin.

· Your clothes aren’t stylish enough.

· Your lipstick isn’t this seasons “it” color.

· Your house is too small.

· Your lawn isn’t pristine.

· Your child is not as advanced at the swingset as your neighbor’s.

· Your car doesn’t plug in.

· Your dog doesn’t fit in a Louis Vuitton shoulder bag.

· You don’t make enough money.

· You should be wearing the 5 inch stilettos. So what if you can’t walk in them.

Do this, not that. Be this, not that.

What about just being ourselves, just the way we are in all of our own personal wonderfulness.

15 Minutes of Fame

2010-05-21T16:09:00.000-04:00

I have done it!
Made it into the Darien Times' Business section with an article titled, Local Performs Life Coaching".
I believe my 15 minutes of fame clock has advanced slightly.

Russell Baker's Famous Wog Essay

2010-04-26T08:28:00.000-04:00

Russell Baker's Sunday column in the New York Times Magazine had mythic popularity in our household when I was growing up. Last week I had lunch with some of my favorite 80 year olds, one of whom had a wog during lunch. Being wonderful people, they demanded an explanation. At their request, I found the original essay. Here it is for your reading pleasure.

Sunday Observer

By Russell Baker

Egg on the Face

While lunching with an extremely vital man some years ago, I was dismayed during the fish course to notice that he had a wog on his chin. For people who have never been in this predicament, I should explain that a wog is a tiny piece of food that has somehow escaped the eater’s mouth and lodged itself on his face.

The chin and the cheeks are where wogs usually settle. The difficulty with them is that the person with a wog on his face can’t see it, but everybody else can. As a result any train of thought that has been running across the table gets derailed as soon as the wog appears.

This is what happened during that lunch. The extremely vital man was talking profound talk – “We live in an age when implications are profound” or something like that – and I was trying to look grave and deep when I noticed the wog on his chin.

Oblivious to the wog, he went on talking deep. It became harder and harder to look him in the eye. My glance kept dropping to his chin. It became terribly important to know what kind of wog it was. If it was a bread wog it might drop away, ending the crisis without a fuss. Bread wogs often do that. So do cake wogs.

This, however, was a fish wog, one of the worst kind. Like egg wogs and oily lettuce-leaf wogs, a fish wog seems to get glued on and nothing removes it but a swipe of the napkin. Now, my question is to the well-mannered public is: What do you do in this situation?

Do you reach across the table and swipe his chin with a napkin? If so, you have to be prepared to say, “Sorry about that, but sometimes my reflexes go haywire.” In which case, he puts you down as an eccentric and never has you to lunch again.

On the other hand you can hardly butt in while he is warning you about the profundity of the implications and say, “Pardon me, but you’ve got a fish wog on your chin.” Or so it seemed to me that day. “Why do you keep staring at my chin?” he asked.

Quick as a whip, I said, “I have never seen a chin with such profound implications.

He was flattered by that and the meal dragged on . Leaving the restaurant he paused at the washroom and came out white with humiliation. “How could you let me sit through an entire meal with a fish wog on my chin?” he whimpered.

The answer is that he was so vital that he awed me. There are some people you can interrupt with “Brush the wog off your chin” without being at all self-conscious, but these are only the dearest of relatives. When social disparity is greater, a wog presents one of society’s gravest problems.

Suppose, for example, that you and a couple of friends – say Kermit and Katz—are invited to eat with the President and the President is talking about the thread to civilization, and suddenly all three of you notice a wog on his cheek.

You and Kermit and Katz – are not going to get much out of the President’s conversation from that moment on, are you? All three of you are going to be too busy thinking, “My God, the President’s got a wog on his cheek? Why doesn’t somebody do something about it?”

Of course, now that I have had long experience with the wog problem, I know you have to deal with each one according to your reading of the victim’s personality. With President Reagan it would probably be easy to say, “Speaking of the threat to civilization, Mr. President, you’ve got a little wog there on your left cheek.”

Ronald Reagan gives you the feeling he would just chuckled and tell you an anecdote about a time when all the Warner brothers attended an Academy Awards show with blintz wogs on their cheeks.

It is more serious if the President is someone like Richard Nixon or Lyndon Johnson. Presidents of their disposition, so uneasy about their personal appearances, might become so irritated they would order the Pentagon to give the wog a whiff of the grape.

In such cases, I’ve had good results from relying on the science of sympathetic body language or, in plainer terms, the monkey-see, monkey-do principle. If the wog victim is someone easily irritated – like Secretary of State Haig, for example -- I do not call verbal attention to the wog. Instead, after noting its location, I look the victim hard in the eye without blinking, then with great deliberation bring my hand to my chin or cheek, matching it to the wog’s location on the victim’s face, and rub it back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.

The great man, wishing to woo you with body language as well as his verbal charms, will in nine case out of 10 raise his own hand subconsciously to the identical spot on his dynamic face and rub the wog away. In most cases he will not even notice it.

If he does, the trick is to begin rubbing other parts – your ear lobes, throat, forehead – parts, which on the victim are wog free. Gingerly, he will test his ear lobes, throat and forehead for more wogs and, finding none, assume that you were not signaling him about his embarrassing wog, but merely suffer from a disgusting compulsion to rub yourself at the table. This will probably improve his day by making him feel superior.

The Crunchy Mobile

2010-04-16T07:08:00.001-04:00

My real live Mom car has been sick and as a result I have been driving the "crunchy mobile". Her crunchiness has almost 160,000 miles on it, is dented on all sides and is a dark blue Subaru wagon, the official car of all things Vermont. Son #2, PJ, has made this car as his own, in his own special way. It smells funny which may be exacerbated by the fact that we can't open the back tailgate and clear out the detritus from PJ's last move. From what we can see, there are musical accessories, old papers, shoes and some clothing. There may even be food, but no one wants to venture back there to really figure it out.

The dashboard is adorned with a chubby, maroon smiling Buddha who grins happily at me through red lights, traffic jams and waits at the train station. Naturally, it brings to mind the famous Imus jingle of my youth.

I don't care if it rains or freezes,
'long as I got my plastic Jesus
hanging on the dashboard of my car.
I can go five hundred miles an hour,
'long as I got the Almighty Power,
hanging on the dashboard of my car.

Does that work for Buddha as well?

I don't understand the rather obscure bumper stickers, but I revel in their uniqueness. No one else has a discrete Sonic Youth sticker carefully centered on their rear bumper. Their Suburbans are covered with dune permits from Nantucket, barely decipherable oval badges from places like OBX, MTK, and ANP and banners announcing their children's sports and college preferences. I have spent hours reading the backs of these cars, trying to figure out how many kids they really have while solving the clue to their vacation destinations. I guarantee, there aren't too many who know Sonic Youth or the famous local politician, Elsie Flemmings, from parts unknown.

Blazoned across the back window of the Subaru is the proud sign, "College of the Atlantic". PJ went to this lovely College on the shores of Bar Harbor, ME for one and a half years. He claimed that there were two kinds of students, Tree Huggers and Mountain People. Not surprisingly the Huggers tended toward crunchiness, a wegan lifestyle and love of all things natural. The Mountain People wore flannels, heavy beards and bright orange vests for their weekend hunting expeditions. I like driving the dichotomy.

A certain level of zen is needed to run this car. Not having the classic automatic beep, beep button to unlock all the car doors simultaneously, the driver is required to insert the key into the lock and unlock the door, the old fashioned way. Naturally this isn't so easy with the Subaru. If you purposefully carry your bulging CVS bags to the car, jam in the key and make an abrupt counter-clockwise turn, the lock won't budge. You get nothing, nadda. At first when this happened, I would race around to the front passenger door, swear, and abruptly open that door with a deft flick of the key and a stressed grunt at the inconvenience.

The wisdom of my son, Charlie, taught me another way to handle the situation. If you approach the driver's side door with a sense of calm and zen, insert the key slowly and gently turn the key counterclockwise, the lock will disengage and the door will open. You must be in a place of peace, to enter the Subaru.

Conversely, if the stick shift is not perfectly centered over the parking "P", the car doesn't start, resulting in panicky moments which can only be resolved by a deep breath and a jab to the shift which miraculously rights the wrong and starts the car.

The Subaru has been a new identity for me. I like the quirkiness, the individuality and the crunchiness. The car has character and staying power.

Spring.

2010-04-10T14:23:00.001-04:00

My Day

2010-04-07T17:25:00.000-04:00

I just had one of those days that really wasn't mine. I did errands. I volunteered. I took care of other people's priorities and left my own in the dust. By the end of the day I find myself collapsed on the back deck, finally enjoying the beauty of the day and the fact that my wireless service actually hits my lounge chair.

Finally I have a chance to check in with myself.

Finally I have a chance to connect with myself.

Finally I have a chance to make my own priorities, however lazy they may seem so that I may recharge and re-energize myself.

As a wise coach has said ...

"Being busy is a great way not to have intimacy with yourself."

Take time.

Weather Blues

2010-03-30T16:09:00.001-04:00

I am getting to the point where the weather is really starting to piss me off.

Two weeks ago we faced the wind storm of the century which romantically started with darkened nights surrounded by flickering candles and ended less gracefully with the indoor temperature colder than the outdoor temperature. Repeated pilgrimages to the Library for heat and wireless, impromptu visits to friends who still had power for meals and showers and chilly 3AM races to the potty, lost their appeal very quickly after four days.

I do have to admit that it was amazing to see how addicted we have become to modern technology. It was strange sitting face to face just talking with no music or announcer in the background. If we had a question about a person, place or thing, Google was not immediately accessible. In fact, my electric toothbrush was losing some of its zing. Another 24 hours and I would have had to take it to the Library for some furtive charging. Unreal.

Now we are suffering from the second day of the deluge. Never have seen that stream so high. Can't believe the lake in that neighbor's backyard. The puddle in the backyard is turning into a pond. Soaking, torrential rain brings dark skies, chilly ankles, frizzy hair and a strong dose of cabin fever not to mention the smell of wet dog. Lots of wet dog.

Tucker loves his basketball

2010-03-26T11:21:00.000-04:00

Hydro Quebec!

2010-03-16T17:59:00.001-04:00

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Tree across Crooked Mile

2010-03-15T16:28:00.000-04:00

Northern Darien looks like a war zone. Downed power lines and fir
trees knocked over like bowling ball ran through town.

Apparently 60,000 households are still without power. Schools closed
again tomorrow.

Multimedia message

2010-03-15T10:40:00.000-04:00

House is 54 degrees. Sleeping under lots and lots of comforters

Uh oh

2010-03-14T10:14:00.001-04:00

Looks like the Starbucks run will be delayed.

Women on the Bridge

2010-03-09T13:51:00.001-05:00

Yesterday, Chris Brandt and I walked the Brooklyn Bridge along with more than a couple hundred women to mark the 100th Anniversary of International Women's Day.

We met at Cadman Plaza, walked across the bridge and met in the part right in front of City Hall.

I have attached a link from CNN's coverage of the event as well as some pictures.

http://edition.cnn.com/2010/WORLD/americas/03/08/world.womens.day/

Elephant Tomb

2010-01-24T09:06:00.000-05:00

Minaret is the site of the emperors favorite elephant. Who won lots of
flights.

More Taj

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Taj at first sight

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Door of the Taj perectly aligned with the door of this pavillion

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Don't drink the water

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Another gateway to the TM

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Taj Mahal

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The gateway to the compound.

Water Buffalo passing the entrance to the Taj Mahal

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On the road to the Taj Mahal

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The Red Fort at Agra

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Double walled fort of far reaching Moghul empire. At it's demise, this
fort was the last piece of Moghul land.

Old Agra

2010-01-24T01:50:00.000-05:00

Back on the buggy.
Lots of white knuckling.
Only lost one person for about 5 minutes.

Old Agra

2010-01-24T01:47:00.000-05:00

Suri tip-toeing through the motor bikes.

Old Agra

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CVS, Duane Reade, Walgreen India style.

Old Agra

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Monkeys waiting for bananas to be tossed up to them.

Old Agra

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Spicearket

Old Agra

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A wider boulevard.

Old Agra

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Power lines and monkeys cross cross overhead.

Old Agra

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Tiny "streets" have enough room for a single line of walkers, an
occaisional honking moped and gutters.

Street Doggies in Old Agra

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Janet on her phone.

2010-01-24T01:19:00.001-05:00

Again and again and again.

Not exactly the CPS horse and buggies

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More wild carriage rides

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We tried not to focus on the wiggliness of the wheels and axles.

We rode through ol Agra on these carriages

2010-01-24T01:14:00.000-05:00

Hair raising would be an adequate description.

Hotel entrance hall

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The Smoking Garden

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The Hotel Monkey

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Kipi and Caroline just hanging out.

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Hanging out by the pool

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Caroline hamming it up

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A lounging area

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Our backyard

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Nanci and a ficus tree

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My bath

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Bright paint covered with sheets of glass. Gorgeous.

The view from my window.

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A foggy view of the Taj

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My room at the Oberoi

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We have arrived!!!

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The Oberoi.
Every room has a view of the Taj Mahal.

Fatehpur Sikri

2010-01-22T05:36:00.000-05:00

Apparently they were big time into elephant fights.

They also executed bad guys by having their heads trampled by
elephants. One of our troop speculated that this is where "capital
punishment" came from.

Ewwwww.

Fatehpur Sikri

2010-01-22T05:33:00.000-05:00

Fatehpur Sikri

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Marg, Caroline and Kipi.

Fatehpur Sikri

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Fatehpur Sikri

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Our tuk tuk

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Our tuk tuk driver

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Drove like a maniac but we got up the hill first.

Only slightly competitive.

Fatehpur Sikri

2010-01-22T05:24:00.000-05:00

Built by the 3rd Mogul emperor, Akbar the Great in 1571, this city/
compumd honors a Sufi saint who blessed his wives and enabled them to
bear three sons.

Indian Puppy

2010-01-22T05:15:00.000-05:00

Lying right in the middle of the sidewalk, a typical Indian dog.

A contrast to Buddy.

Sacred Ground

2010-01-22T01:21:00.000-05:00

Our rest stop midway between Agra and Delhi.

What is this?

2010-01-22T01:20:00.000-05:00

Conjecture is that work of art is a monkey jungle gym.

Have started to see more exotic animals -- camels, monkeys, etc.

Woman with blue

2010-01-22T01:16:00.000-05:00

Cooking on the street through a soggy window.

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Wouldn't pass Health Department examiner.

Wellesley Set.

2010-01-21T23:23:00.000-05:00

Anne and Sarah.

Patty and Sharon

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Caroline, Moi and the temple

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Caroline and Patty

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Hi Mom

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Temple Doors

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Illegal Interior shot

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No shoes.
No socks.
No cameras.
I snuck one shot.

Center of the Sikh religion is a book of poetry and wisdom written by
10 gurus.

Book is kept under wraps under that canopy. There is even an
elaborate room with a richly decorated silk brocad bed where the book
is kept when services are not scheduled.

Three men in front are the musicians and singer/chanter.

Anyone can come in. Sit down. Meditate.

The Sikhs serve 70K meals per day to anyone who wants it. They are
privately funded.

Beautiful details

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Sikh Temple Vista

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The Sikh Temple

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Mom and daughter

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We made good use of our new scarf purchases. There are some who are
reading this who may receive slightly used scaves.

Sharon doing Sikh Chic

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We think his name might be Buddy

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Awwwww.

Getting Sikh Chic

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Peggy looking sharp.

A Question

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Would you buy a car or a magic carpet from thus man?

The Imperial

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The entrance to the Imperial once you get past the security gate which
includes mirror checks on the undercarriage and trunk checks.

The showcase Jag parked at the entrance of the Imperial

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The Welcoming Committee at the Imperial

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Amazimg artwork is everywhere.

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The Imperial

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Our hotel in Delhi

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We have stayed in the most beautiful hotels. This is one of the inside
courtyards at the Imperial.

Cute Puppy

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My sister's cute new puppy.
Don't know the name yet.
Totally different than the dogs and cats roaming around the streets of
India.

Wellesley Reunion in Delhi

2010-01-21T00:16:00.000-05:00

We had a fabulous dinner at Priya Park's home. (Wellesley '88)

The home and art was beautiful. Her five year old son was adorable
although somewhat intimidated by all the women. We met her wonderful
friends and once again had a fabulous evening.

Manushi

2010-01-20T06:54:00.000-05:00

Center for Developing Societies

Madhu Kishwar

Manushi founded in 1978 is a journal on how existing laws in India
fail to address and provide relief to women on issues such as dowry,
child brides, and caste. It aims to seek solutions through societal,
political and economic channels.

Education system doesn't help Indians help India. Curriculum focused
on the issues of the elite. Need to put the focus on women from all
backgrounds -- religions, geographies, financial status, etc. See
issues through the eyes of the marginalized, not from the perceptions
of the elite.

Intense focus on specific groups with specific problems. Better able
to understand what the real issues are -- bottom up vs. top down.
Looking at issues through women's eyes.

Generate immediate response. Women were looking for help. Farmers
movement enabled transfer of land to women as heirs. Recognized that
these farm women needed to be empowered.

Creates strong links to communities by focusing on their issues, e.g.,
Sikhs, Muslems etc.

Victim raped by her father who preyed upon her when she objected to
his advances to her friend. Abuse continued Got pregnant and then was
forced to get an abortion. Her father was a district magistrate so it
was difficult to get retribution from the authorities. She came to
Manushi and is starting to get her dignity back. Proud to stand up for
herself in front of cameras despite social taboos. She is becoming
empowered.

Madhu and her staff have been repeatedly threatened and have faced
false lawsuits.

Police have been no help. Too much corruption

This publication is available online at

www.manushi.in

A Recycler on a cycle

2010-01-20T05:38:00.000-05:00

US Ambassador

2010-01-20T05:04:00.000-05:00

Just met with Ambassador Timothy Roemer, US Ambassador to India.

He reiterated the strategic importance of India and described the
importance of decreasing the proliferation of terrorism and increasing
cooperation between countries to end it.

The economy of India is growing at 8%

30% of eligible women are employed vs. 70% in Thailand.

Priorities include security, education, science, health, technology
transfer and climate issues.

No pictures and a number of security checks.

Carol Cheswick Wilson
Life Coach
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Kiran Bedi Miracle woman

2010-01-20T01:34:00.000-05:00

Dr Kiran Bedi
This Woman is AMAZING

Here are my notes.

Indian Vision Foundation

Career from teacher to first woman in the Police Dept in 1974.

Determined that Police Dept doesn't reach out. Not Reactionary.

Prison reform
Arrest was prevention. Afterward you focus on reformation. First time
applied in India. Have an audience that you can reform. Detention
generates anger, frustration and power (from working out) generates
even more outrage.

Prison became like an asram. Promote inner peace, meditation,
vegetarian dining.
Her book, It's Always Possible, is hailed throughout the world
describes her approach.

Another book. I Dare

Kiranbedi.com

Need to measure how many people you prevent from going to jail.

Traffic management. Huge task.

Two NGOs focused on women, power and children. True measure of a
woman is how much she has given back to women and children. Plant
trees that will Bear fruit for successive generations. Give more than
you take.

Many criminals are drug adicts. Extremely high correltion with drug
adicts and domestic abuse and street violence. Looking for cash.

Education for children. Get them away from rag picking and begging.

TV Judge Judy of India
Adjudicate with volunteers who opened up their issues to the public.
On the Star Channel. Find on YouTube. 114 program taped. All about
teaching legal eights.

Marriage in India is a huge drain on resources. She just got married
at the temple -- no fanfare. Lives in another cityfrim her husband.
Distance is good for their marriage. See each other when they want to.

Towed away Indira Ghandi's car. Larger message. The rule of law begins
at the top.

Corruption is the worst problem in the country. More infomation means
more open society. Started a feedback box in the prison. Checked drug
abuse and corruption dramatically. The lower echelons were petrified
of having their transgression recvealed to their superiors.

Women's movement brought in recognition of crimes against women. Had
been a huge gap between laws and implementation.

2005 Domestic Violence Act. Had been considered a family affair. Not
anymore. Tide is turning.

Indians don't have jury trials. Conflict between mother- in-law and
wives often escalates. Wives often don't understand that since the
mother-in-law owns the house, they aren't entitles to stay in that
house.

Children of incarcerated women stay with their mothers in prison until
the girls are four years old. Runs a daycare center in the prison.
Mother gets taught literacy, children exposed to school and learning.
Breaks the cycle. After 4, gets moved to a residential school.

PMA. Positive mental attitude. Incredible energy. Multitasking.

Acid Victims
Guy has gone nuts. Obsessed with the victim. Action against the
perpetrator must be swift and enforced quickly. Otherwise the victim
keeps on being a victim.

Women need to be educated that the first slap is reported. Anger
escalates. Stop it early. Don't let the frustration and anger grow.

Delhi notes.

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Delhi

Notes from our guide.

16 million population.

India religious distribution
75-80 percent Hindu
16 percent Islam
5 percent Christian

Eating lunch and seeing Old Delhi. Built in 1600's by the 5th Moghul
Emperor Shah Jahan. Moved his capital from Agra to Delhi. Water very
precious. Built huge 5 mile fence with 11 gates to protect the city.

New Delhi 1900's by British.

Ashes of Hindus put in Ghanges. Water is white. (Wonder why.)

Yamamuna River is blue.

Monsoons not what they used to be. Less water. Shorter duration.

Economy with great growth. Why a 42 percent unemployment rate? 70
percent of economy is rural. That number doesn't count those who are
day laborers. Hasn't been a country long enough to build up it's
economy. When the British left, they took all the money.

Motors now run on CNG. No diesel allowed. Delhi had once been ranked
the third most polluted city in the world. Couldn't see the clear blue
sky.

Buses often don't stop. Just have to take a running start. Building a
subway for the past three years.

Taking a rickshaw ride today. Streets are too narrow for cars.

Carol Cheswick Wilson
Life Coach
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DNA Mumbai

2010-01-19T23:12:00.000-05:00

Our visit to Om Creations made a newspaper in Mumbai.

What a trip!

Janet Moore is our fearless leader and I was snapped talking to the people as they worked.

http://www.dnaindia.com/mumbai/report_these-special-girls-refuse-to-lie-low_1336421

I am in Delhi…going to meet the US Ambassador to India for breakfast this AMt

2010-01-19T22:08:00.000-05:00

More smiles

2010-01-19T06:45:00.000-05:00

Joan says hi

2010-01-19T06:44:00.000-05:00

Patty and Marguerite

2010-01-19T06:43:00.000-05:00

Nikky and Sharon

2010-01-19T06:42:00.002-05:00

More beauty shots

2010-01-19T06:42:00.001-05:00

Face shots at the red Fort

2010-01-19T06:41:00.001-05:00