The Deficit, actually

The Deficit, actually
 Three hurt after Houston boy, 6, brings gun to school......Two six-year-old boys, including the one who brought in the gun, and a five-year-old girl were injured, all in the feet....

...A US air traffic controller has been suspended for watching a film when he was supposed to be monitoring aircraft, in the wake of a series of reports of controllers sleeping at work....

These two  lines caught my eye as I scrolled  through the news headlines.  Are these stories related,may be. I feel  they simply fall in that long drawn out deficit we have now, a deficit to delay an immediacy , that entitlement colored impulse with a tinge of  disdain for innate or otherwise imposed rules---that guiding pull some call a moral sense.
Let us review it from a different angle, the forgotten angle lost in the shock value that the media go for. A six yr old child  had access to a gun(no shock of that in the news), he had dared to take it to school,managed to stuff it somewhere to have that in school.  He too, like all the shows he probably watch ...those  that inflates the greatness of show-biz, show off in the school cafeteria ,a big public setting...the thrill of others shock value by his actions is not lost to him. Then the unexpected turn ...he gets hurt,now he is in the news....really!

The US air traffic controller,  happened to be fired ,because he got caught...similar behavior, more controlled. He may feel entitled to that behavior,I guess. Unlike his colleuges who fell asleep, my sympathy is not wasted here. On an aside note,wouldn't it be wonderful to have assigned " nap breaks for all sleeplost employees all around"  -gratifying and kind would describe it...
We have a national debt that keep on growing.  The wrestling parties(republicans or democrats) cannot find a compromise, because  America has a ballooning great entitlement as its identity .
There is a lot more internal  debt that  grows in our souls as we scuttle to keep our accountability under wraps.May be it is time we took a long hard look within ,each of us , just to figure out if there is ...may be room for, say  a slight improvement...just a hope , that is all.

into fiction

into fiction
I have been re-reading the book, Nairobi to Shenzen,  the act of re- reading a book gives it a different glow and slant.It appears that each time there is a shift in a character's behaviors, you kind of see yet more nuances, wether intended or not. The first time around it was a quick read, with a  mantle of troubles, of lives, and such. I have come to the point where  time tears apart lives, shredding  all seccure feelings in its wake. It is un-canny that this seem to occur,wether in a book or in real lives at that point of a day when most people are at their deepest in sleep .That is when  the violent gets active . Since then, I have closely heard and recalled similarities. May be there is something to that hour between 3 am and 4 am.May be it has to do with Melatonin level differences in the two groups of people, may be the greivences of life seem to come to spill over into an explosive state at that time for the aggressor. The sad part is there is no escape for the victim at that time...you wake up confused and can't even put a pre-planned avoidance or escape into a coherent act. If this is all a correlate of Melatonin cycle, then it is like you are from two differing worlds, with such a differences in your hormone systems, as well.-ie. all systems--adrenaline, insulins, sugars ...all on different planes. Probably the SupraChiasmatic Nucleus's inherant oscillations determins our lives, only it is not just my SCN, but those of others .
As a child my fear of monsters and such were for that witching hour.The scary stories by those around you did not help. Thank god they were not gory, like those doing the circuits in the American childhood now. The owls hooted around that time and all scary stories collapsed into that pre dawn time. The night dwellers(rakshsas)were out preying on unsuspecting sleeping forms of day beings...all portrayed as good or bad,no grey zones there . I guess the awareness of danger lurking in the dark,with dark forms prowling , be they ghostly or real always  crests in that pre-dawn hour. It is easier to accept the night prowlers in the animal world as the natural order you come to understand.The morning brings the visual ,sometimes even good food,-chicken or duck.There is a certain safety when it is clear and  natural  to you.
But in your adult  home, it collapses you into a frozen being , immobile awaiting execution, to be re-done over and over...There again the real victims are the children who carry a lifelong burden, hardening their weight with each step.

U N staff --tragic casuality

UN staff killed during protest in northern Afghanistan....

At least seven foreign UN workers have been killed after protesters stormed a UN compound in the Afghan city of Mazar-e Sharif.....

The compound was set alight as hundreds protested over the burning of the Koran in a US church last month........

TheUnited States stands apart from many other Western democracies in priding itself on a near absolute commitment to allowing freedom of speech.
protest....suddenly turned violent
 Thus go the shocking headlines,  side notes and pundits opinions ,ongoing.
The forgotten  part is lives are lost. Many  embers are kindled to burn , fanned by non-leaders who want to play leader.What do they care? Of course there are the willing lean to's who have either sold their humanness , or are incapable of  rationality who become followers.
Some think extreme ideas and view points score them points with one god or another. Until the time when majority of mankind  obtain a concience transplant , that can sustain compassion  within them, these atrocities are bound to continue.The question is what do these religious zelots carry in place of their souls.

Autism--a language lost in translation?

Autism--a language lost in translation?
My first encounter with an autistic person had  bewildered me.My thoughts of that time is too blurry for recall. It could have been confusion on my part, for what I thought were actions with no purpose; a script to a play I did not understand. Locked in  is probably  another way to describe, eventhough that would not be accurate,but close. This being autism awareness month, I figure there are many efforts to help, and understand. Over time, I have come to understand that each person with a diagnosis of autism, has their own personality , not to forget that there is a wide array of severity...differing gradations and colors to the specteum .Differing events , a lot more than on average,is stress ful. The difficulty is not knowing what, or when in the past a thorn of stress really pierced into that mind.. To discount each individualist actions, to just group them to a diagnosis or catogory is to forget the individual, yet plays in to the biases we have assimilated over our time . To reassess our thoughts and ideas, especially as they do not fit a mold is after all necessary for progress, in the real sense.
I for one is trying now to understand the nuances of a languge locked away,long forgotten to be recovered, focusing on the person, who may feel just as stuck as I am. Still we connect, just that it is at different planes, sometimes parellal ones. Every little meeting point beyond the stuck , brings with it a sense of hope .