Saturday, August 16, 2014

The jyotish astrological analysis of Robin Williams' death


I took a look at Robin Williams birthchart through the jyotish system of astrology today (note this is not the same system as the horoscope people read in the newspapers, which is sun sign based astrology.) There is really nothing surprising about his suicide once you see the chart.

Williams has a formation that’s common for celebrities: His Moon is with Rahu, in lagna, or ascendant. Rahu signifies great fame, glamor, and also electrical lights and methods of communications. Together with Moon, it often signifies mental illness as well. Rahu matures, or shows its full strength, at age 42. Actress Catherina Zeta Jones, who came out saying she had bipolar manic-depression at 42, is one of many other celebrities who manifest this. In South Asia, actress Manisha Koirala came down with cancer at age 42—since lagna or First House is the house of the self and body, Rahu and Moon can also show itself through bodily illness.
When Rahu is placed in House 1, Ketu falls in House 7, the house of marriage and relationship (Rahu and Ketu are always 7 houses away from each other). Ketu is a signifier for detachment and separation. Often the spouse can be “different,” or the partners remain together but separated by one factor or another. Ketu can often lead to a feeling of separation and alienation from marriage partners but also other relationships. The only solution to Ketu’s isolation and alienation is spirituality. Ketu shows its full power at 48--for everyone, not just celebrities.

 Take Brad Pitt, who has a number of planets with his Ketu. At 48, when his Ketu matured, you could see him physically moving away from his marriage partner and children. But it appears he still took advice from his psychic (the spiritual life becomes heightened.) Johnny Depp, whose Moon is with Ketu, separated from Vanessa Paradis at age 48. Most painfully, Tom Cruise, who has the classic celebrity placement of Rahu in 1 and Ketu in 7, faced a painful divorce from Katie Holmes at age 48. Cruise had not just Ketu, but also Saturn, in the house of marriage-and Saturn commonly denotes grief. Cruise separated when Saturn was exalted, which only happens once every thirty years, so his grief was magnified to great extremes. 

Not all Rahu in 1, Ketu in 7 people kill themselves, of course. Other factors have to be at work. In Williams’ case:

11.  Maraka (killer) House Two, has Jupiter in it: In June, Jupiter, his killer planet, became exalted in Cancer, which rules his house of ill health.

22.  Maraka (killer) House Seven, has Ketu in it: On July 12, Ketu moved to Pisces, his second house, to align with natal Jupiter. 

33. Saturn, which was the depositor of his lagna or the  self, is in House Eight, mrityu bhava/house of death: jyotish astrologers commonly look for the cause of death in house 8th. In Williams’ case, the significator for the self lies in 8th house, meaning there was a high likelihood the self would become the cause of death. Saturn is not just getting an aspect from Mars, a violent planet, from House Five, but also an aspect from Jupiter, his functional killer. Saturn is also exalted, meaning its showing its fullest power in 30 years.

44.   To top it off, Rahu also moved to Virgo, his Mrityu Bhava, on June 12th. House Eight has Saturn and Rahu together when he died: Saturn/Rahu is thought to bring about suicide. Rahu brings the kind of sudden violent death that Williams experienced. 

Often after a high profile Hollywood death, there appears to be a lot of discourse around how selfish the actor was to kill themselves. Their addictions and mental illnesses are cited as causes of selfishness. But through the lenses of jyotish astrology, you can often see the extreme fame and talent are often the same planets that can cause mental illness, addictions and the like at certain points in life. I should stress that not all people end up dead from addictions and suicides. There has to be other factors at work to create that possibility. 

Often the only way to control Saturn’s grief, and Rahu/Ketu’s abrupt termination, is to focus on spirituality to bring the mind in balance. And the classic Hindu/Buddhist solution—do good deeds to clean up your karma. Often by detaching from the Self to the Other, the ego lessens and so does its pain. Take Pran, Bollywood’s beloved villain who lived to be 93. Pran had Moon, Rahu and Mars in lagna, in Libra. Mars signifies violence, but his was only on the screen. He apparently had people lining up outside his house  even till the end, and he would try to help all people. Nobody was turned away.  Social work can lengthen your life! His Saturn is retrograde in Eleventh House, which also signifies friends and networks. Saturn is very auspicious for Libra. 

Saturn in Eighth House, interestingly, could also have led to a long life. But then Williams would have had to have led a humdrum, ordinary life in order to escape the excitements of Rahu, which he lived to the full.

Saturday, May 17, 2014

Do you own a Nook, and read in Spanish? If so, download my play!

And in case you own a Nook, here's my play  Maté al padre de mi mejor amiga in the Barnes and Noble website for you to download.

Monday, April 28, 2014

Where does the magic realism come from?




After reading Francisco Goldman’s tribute to Gabriel Garcia Marquez, I wanted to know where the magical realism came from.

So I went to my trusty astrological chart calculator and plugged in: March 6, 1927, Aracataca, Colombia

And this is what I got. 

An Aries moon: Aries is the first sign in the zodiac. People born under Aries are fire. They embody  the start of new things, and they blaze new trails. They can often be great leaders. President Obama is born under an Aries moon as well.

Mars in second house: Second house is the house of speech (and also material wealth). Mars  is the planet of passion and energy. Those with Mars in second house often have powerful, almost militaristic abilities in speech. Mars and Saturn aspect each other. Saturn confers discipline and the ability for hard work to the fiery energy of Mars. Without this combination of Mars and Saturn, no great works come to fruition.

Rahu in third, in Gemini:  Rahu is the planet that rules worldwide fame. Right here, he’s sitting in Gabo’s house of communications. Rahu gets an aspect from Jupiter, the planet of wisdom. Rahu magnifies to extremes. If Jupiter, the planet of good fortune and material prosperity, and Rahu combined in 3rd house of communications, it also means he got filthy rich.

The fifth house of creativity again gets an aspect from Mars, Sun, and Jupiter. These three planets work well together as a trio, and also hint towards a great interest in truth and justice. And the fifth also gets an aspect from Saturn, ensuring discipline to the fiery rush of creativity.

Saturn in eighth in Scorpio: Those with Saturn in eighth house live a long time. Marquez died at 87. Saturn in eighth ends up delving into all the eighth house topics that nobody wants to talk about—death, despair, loneliness, alienation. The fourth from the fourth, ie; eighth house, is also the house of the maternal grandmother. This house obviously had deep impact on Marquez's entire chart--Saturn, as Jyotish astrology says, is the "planet that gives everything." And: "What Saturn gives, nobody can take away."

Exalted Venus and retrograde, "neechbhanga" Mercury in twelfth house in Pisces: And here are the planets that caused him to enter that space of magical realism. The twelfth is the house of dreams and fantasies. Pisces is the watery sign of liberation. In this house, all boundaries are dissolved, and the space of the real and the imagined lose their perceived separateness. Venus, the planet that rules the arts, is exalted in Pisces. The twelfth house is also the house of retreats and sanctuaries—bounded spaces, just like the house that Gabo grew up in. Mercury, the planet of quick wits, is debilitated in Pisces. Debilitation often signals that a planet is super powerful because  it is receiving a “neechbhanga,” or cancellation of debilitation, which leads to the extraordinary facility with words.  Einstein’s Mercury receives a cancellation of debilitation as well. The retrograde energy of Mercury may be what people seize on when they decide the magical realism is “not smart enough”—Mercury is the planet of smartness, and often people whose Mercury is going backwards can appear too simple, on casual encounter.  

 Sun and Jupiter in the eleventh house in Aquarius: Jupiter is the planet of wisdom. The Sun is its friend.  And the Sun confers fame. Both are in the eleventh house of gains (and incidentally, also thought to rule publishing.) Aquarius, ruled by Saturn, also imparts a strict disciplinarian ethos, as well as great interest towards humanitarian philosophy.

Ketu in ninth, in Sagittarius. Ketu is the final and most mysterious planetary force in Jyotish astrology. The ninth is the house of spirituality and philosophy—many philosophical writers have planets placed here. To have Ketu, that planet of ultimate spiritual dissolution, in ninth house of destiny, signals his readiness to enter the world beyond this one.   

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Future books: A historical novel about Nepal

A young man from England who I recently met sent me this email after reading my book:

Sat, Apr 19, 2014
I very much enjoyed reading your short stories in the Prediction. Most of all I liked the historical ones, the Promise and the Prediction. Rana-era Nepal was vividly realised, the characters seemed very true to the period and to their social station, and the synthesis of traditional Sanskritic forms of belief and practice, such as astrology, with modernity -- as represented by democracy and revolution, intruding on the feudal court-politics of the late Ranas -- made for a highly satisfying parable of Nepal's rites of passage through the twentieth century. It occured to me that I've not come across any other examples of Nepali historical fiction, in English at least, and this would be a very fruitful genre for writers to take up. I would love to see you turn your hand to a historical novel, maybe one that features astrology as a major component, since you seem to know a lot about the subject. Is this something you've considered?

And the answer is:
Glad you liked the historical stories. Interesting that it seems to
appeal to a broad range of readers. Usually I get a male/female split
on my stories (men like some stories, women like some stories) but
these two seem to appeal to a universal group of readers. Yes, maybe I
should write a historical novel! One has been
percolating in my mind-its a family saga/Hundred Years of Solitude style
Nepali novel. Obviously astrology would play a big part.
I was just reading a book on Saturn and realize Western astrologers
and philosophers, quite respectable ones too!, have a lot to say about
the subject. Carl Jung and Mircea Eliade being prominent ones.

(Author's belated addendum: I just realized Gabriel Garcia Marquez died on 17th April. Perhaps his spirit was hovering around when I wrote this email. An homage, either way.) 



































Monday, April 14, 2014

List Challenges: "End of the World" in Read the World Proportionally

Once in a while, the Internet sends you a delightful find. 

And none more so than this one, on Nepali New Year's day. "The End of the World" is listed in this incredible list compiled by Ng Yi-Sheng, who decided to compile a list of 100 books that reflects the world as it is, demographically.

The list is available in List Challenges, and it is a list than any author would be honored to find himself/herself in. Not just because its a list of books that I would love to read (all of them), but also because there's a certain sense of comfort and "coming home" to a list that does include the breadth and diversity of the world, as it is. I say this beats any "100 books" list compiled by TIME.

Of course, that's a bit on the self-promotional side, you may say. Well, even if I wasn't on the list, I'd still say it's a better list than any compiled by TIME! Just click on it, you'll see.
In his interesting blog "Around the World in 80 Books!", Ng Yi-Sheng, who appears to be based in Singapore, says:

I recently got ticked off over a "Read the World" list that was still really centred on Western books. Then I started thinking: what if there were a reading list of 100 books that reflected the actual demographics of the world population right now?Behold:19 books from China;
17 from India;
4 from the US;
3 from Indonesia, Brazil and Pakistan;
2 from Nigeria, Bangladesh, Japan and Mexico, and
1 each from the Philippines, Vietnam, Ethiopia, Egypt, Germany, Iran, Turkey, DRC, Thailand, France, UK, Italy, Burma, South Africa, South Korea, Colombia, Spain, Ukraine, Tanzania, Kenya, Argentina, Algeria, Poland, Sudan, Uganda, Canada, Iraq, Morocco, Peru, Uzbekistan, Malaysia, Saudi Arabia, Venezuela, Nepal, Afghanistan, Yemen, North Korea, Ghana, Mozambique, Australia and Taiwan.50 are by men. 49 are by women. 1 is a work of divine revelation. Authors (roughly) reflect the ethnic makeup of their nations.Because if you're gonna read the world, you might as well do it RIGHT.


Friday, April 11, 2014

"The Prediction" in Himalaya

My story "The Prediction" is now out in Himalaya, a journal of the Association of Nepal and Himalaya studies published by Yale University. You can download it here.


Monday, March 03, 2014

"The Prediction": Book Launch at Image Ark Gallery, Patan on March 4th

  Dear Friends: I will be launching my book at the Image Ark Gallery on March 4th at 5pm. Hope to see you there! Here's the poster of the event.

Vedic astrological predictions, wet-nurses, the Internet zeitgeist, tantric goddess worship, love stories that transcend age barriers, Buddhist philosophy, references to Susan Sontag and Walter Benjamin—you can find it all in "The Prediction."

 As to why the nineteenth century world of tantric worship is juxtaposed with the Internet zeitgeist—time, in many ways, is not as linear as we think it is, and all these aspects of lived lives, from belief in tantric goddesses to starving child brides, from childcare workers neglecting their own children to nurture those of the wealthy, to people who pursue astrologers for accurate predictions, can and does co-exist with modern people engaged in the search for material wealth and an elusive spirituality.  So where does all this lead us? This is uncertain, unless like the character in The Best Sand Painting of the Century, it is towards the essence of Buddhist philosophy and practice. 

Books will be on sale after the event.
The Prediction, Sansar Media, Price Rs.325
Discount if you buy a pack of 5 books. Come buy some for your family and friends!

Women's Week events at Image Ark Gallery, March 2-9th

Dear friends! I am launching my book on March 4th at the Image Ark Gallery, Patan, on the occasion of women's week. We will do a short reading, followed by book signings. I would be delighted to see you there.

Here's the Image Ark's address. Its a five minute walk down the tiny alley from the Krishna Temple in Durbar Square:
http://www.image-ark.com/contact/

Understanding-Genderfacebook

How do we define and experience gender?

How does society and culture define gender?


How does gender affect our lives?



From March 2 to March 8, both galleries will hold exhibitions on the
theme: "Understanding Gender".

On March 3, a discussion on "Understanding Gender across generation"
will take place at Artist Proof Gallery.

Sushma Joshi's new book, "The Prediction", will be launched at Image
Ark in the presence of the author, on March 4.

March 5 will see the screening of the movie "Who does she think she
is?" by Director Pamela Tanner Boll, at Image Ark.

A round table on "Being a Woman Artist in Your Part of the World" will
be held at Image Ark on March 7.

And to end this colourful week, on Saturday 8 March, from 11am to 4pm
Image Ark will offer art workshops for children, music and dance
shows, and zumba at Kulimha Tole. And at 5pm, there will be an Award
Ceremony at Artist Proof Gallery, with the support of WAGON. Fathers
will be rewarded for not having made any differences between their
daughters and their sons in terms of education, inheritance, etc.

Organizers: Image Ark & Artist Proof Gallery

Location:
Image Ark (Kulimha Tole, Patan Durbar Square)
Artist Proof Gallery (Jhamsikel)


Dates:

Sunday 2 March, 3pm, Artist Proof Gallery: Opening in the presence of
the artists and members of the jury.

Sunday 2 March, 5pm, Image Ark: Opening in the presence of the artists
and members of the jury.

Monday 3 March, 4.30pm, Artist Proof Gallery: Discussion with all
artists on "Understanding Gender across Generation".

Tuesday 6 March, 5pm, Image Ark: Launching of Sushma Joshi's new book
"Prediction". The author will be reading a selected part of her short
stories and exchange with the audience on her work.
(Sushma Joshi is a Nepali writer and filmmaker based in Kathmandu, Nepal.
End of the World, her previous book of short stories, was long-listed
for the "Frank O'Connor International Short Story Award" in 2009.
Art Matters, her book of essays on contemporary art released in 2008,
was supported by the Alliance Francaise in Kathmandou, and Don
Messerschmidt, Associate Editors at ECS magazine at that time, wrote:
"...the book is inspiring and fun to read".
Her non-fiction reportage has appeared in Utne Reader, Ms. Magazine,
ZNet, Irrawaddy Magazine, Himal South Asia, Bertelsmann Future
Challenges, The Kathmandu Post, Nation Weekly magazine and other
publications. In 2004, she was part of the Nation Weekly Magazine's
staff. Since 1997, Joshi has worked and consulted with international
organizations in the fields of social change and human rights,
including the Harvard School of Public Health (Harvard University),
UNDP, UNICEF, Integrated Center for Mountain Development (ICIMOD),
Chemonics/USAID, Office of the High Commissioner for Human Rights, and
others.)

Wednesday 5, 5pm, Image Ark: Screening of "Who does she think she is"
by Director Pamela Tanner Boll.

Friday 7 March, 5pm, Image Ark: Discussion with Women artists on
"Being a Woman Artist in Your Part of the World".

Saturday 8 March, 11am to 4pm, Image Ark: Party at Kulimha: art
workshops for children, dance performances by Nag's Dance Group, music
with New Generation (who recently opened at the momo mania for Mukti &
Revival), Zumba with The Core Fitness Studio (come dressed for Zumba).

Saturday 8 March, 5pm, Artist Proof Gallery: Award Ceremony, supported
by WAGON, rewarding fathers who have made no differences between their
daughters and their sons in terms of education, inheritance, etc.


Saturday, March 01, 2014

And a small note about reviews that completely miss the point

Ms. Joshi would like to clarify what she thought was self-explanatory but apparently can and has been misinterpreted: a recent media review implies Ms. Joshi's book is all about identity. Ms. Joshi, however, is least interested  in identity--but highly interested in questions of space and time. Especially time. Just a little note to put things in context.

And oh by the way, "aragula" is not a typo but a real word. It refers to a salad green.

"Weird" I think is self-explanatory. Did I write "wierd"? Oh well.

Cheers!

Monday, December 16, 2013

In memory of Mandela: my story in a South Africa journal

issue 6 cover gomori
 Issue 6 of I

I was moved to see all the Mandela memorial events this week.

And it reminded me that I'd had a story published in ITCH, a South African journal, in 2010. So, in his memory and with South Africa on my mind, here's my story titled "The Promised Land."

Wednesday, December 04, 2013

Muncha.com now delivers "The End of the World"


If you'd like to get my book outside of Kathmandu (in Biratnagar, Dharan and four other locations), please order through Muncha.com.

Saturday, November 30, 2013

Twentieth issue of \'Of Nepalese Clay\' launched

PAN Asia: Promoting literature and art, defending freedom of expression 

The twentieth issue of the literary publication 'Of Nepalese Clay' was launched amid a special event on 30th November 2013 at the premises of IACER, Old Baneshwor, Kathmandu. It was  released jointly by Professor Dr. Mohan Lohani, Professor Dr. Padma Devkota, and Professor Dr. Amma Raj Joshi. This issue of the bi-annual literary publication of the Society of Nepali Writers in English (NWEN) contains a collection of poems, short fiction, essays, criticisms and memoirs by noted authors from Nepal, India, Bangladesh, Sri Lanka, Thailand, South Korea, Japan, Slovenia, Australia, Haiti and USA.

With this issue, 'Of Nepalese Clay' marks its thirteenth year of publication. The first issue of the publication was launched in April 2001 and has included significant literary creations over the years, thus becoming one of the longest-standing English literary publications in the country. Along with the regular creative contents, the highlights of the twentieth issue are critical contemplations about literature in English published from Nepal. The 20th issue of ‘Of Nepalese Clay’ was  edited jointly by Bal Bahadur Thapa, Keshab Sigdel and Prakash Subedi. Sigdel and Subedi are also  members of PANAsia Creativity Group.
During the launching programme, different poets and writers, including Basanta Lohani, Laxmi Devi Raj Bhandari, Rabi Thapa, Sewa Bhattarai, Avinashi Poudel, L.B. Chhetri, Chirag Bangdel, and Iswar Kadel, recited their poems and short stories.
'Of Nepalese Clay' is the brainchild of the Society of Nepali Writers in English (NWEN), a writer's forum dedicated to promoting the literary creative writing of Nepali writers writing originally in English. NWEN was conceived on December 9, 2000, and formally registered on February 9, 2001. It was established by a group of writers and academicians as an organized body of Nepali writers writing originally in English to achieve the objectives of creating a sense of national identity through literature, cultural interaction and activities and promoting international understanding and amity through cultural exchanges.
To achieve these objectives, NWEN organizes regular poetry and other literary reading sessions, talks, symposia, writing workshops and competitions. Its most popular feature is the monthly poetry reading session, which takes place on the last Saturday of every English month, in which  poets and audience gather to listen to and savor poetry. In line with its aim of publishing anthologies of creative and critical works in English, apart from its regular biannual literary journal, NWEN has published anthologies of individual authors. Besides this, NWEN also facilitates the publication of poets and writers in English medium journals, magazines, and newspapers.


Contributors to Clay 20
Poems:

Ammaraj Joshi, Anuja Ghimire, Avinashi Paudel, Barun Bajracharya, Basanta Lohani, Bhuwan Thapaliya, Bina Shrestha, Chirag Bangdel, Dan Disney (Australia), Daya Dissanayake (Sri Lanka), Diane Smith (USA), Gopal Prasad Bashyal, Gopi Sapkota, Gregor Preac (Slovenia), Han Soun-Boh (South Korea), Hem Raj Kafle, Himanshu Keshav, Ishwar Prasad Kadel, Jiwan Kshetry, Kaiser Haq (Bangladesh), Keshab Sigdel,
L. B. Chhetri, Laxmi Devi Rajbhandari, Mohammad Nurul Huda (Bangladesh), Niran Khanal, Prakash Mani Dahal, Prakash Subedi, Sachendra Manandhar, Santosh Lamichhane, Saraswoti Lamichhane, Sewa Bhattarai, Shreedhar Lohani, Sunita Lama (India), Toru Kiuchi (Japan), Toshio Kimura (Japan), Vinay Jha, Yew Suhng-Gyou (South Korea), Youe Hansa (South Korea)

Short Stories:
Ajeet Caur (India), Bal Bahadur Thapa, Deepak SJB Rana, Khem K. Aryal, Marie Ange (Haiti/France), Mimi Rana, Prabhassorn Sevikul (Thailand), Prawash Gautam, Rabi Thapa, Sushma Joshi

Essays:
Ananda P. Srestha, Greta Rana, Govinda Raj Bhattarai


Interview:

Samrat Upadhyay


Critical Essays:
Anita Dhungel, Atindra Dahal, Bal Krishna Sharma, Chandra Mani Chapagai, Komal Prasad Phuyal, Krishna Sapkota, Mahesh Paudyal, Mohan Lohani, Nitya Pandey, Padma Devkota, Phatik Prasad Poudyal, Richa Bhattarai, Saguna Shah, Sanjeev Uprety, Sarita Bhattarai


Further information about the Society can be found in http://nwen.org.np/ and http://on.fb.me/194sjzo

Thursday, November 28, 2013

Book review of "The End of the World" in Kitaab.org

My book "The End of the World" reviewed in Kitaab, a portal of literature.

An excerpt from the review:
Another recurring theme is something that cannot be avoided in present-day Nepal: the ten-year Maoist insurgency from 1996-2006, that claimed the lives of thousands of people, particularly in the countryside, and that ultimately contributed to the abolition of Nepal’s monarchy in 2008. The titular story is one of the shortest, and gets to the heart of peoples’ dreams and desires, what they would do if they actually thought the world was ending.

Saturday, November 09, 2013

This is kind of funny: Dhanistha energy

And before I head off, here's a funny little description of females born under the Dhanistha nakshaktra, which was rising as I was born:
"This is a talkative and interesting person,
particularly successful in lecturing and debating.
  • She is capable of writing mystic novels
  • and is good at story telling.
  • She will be happy in domestic life.
She loves nice dresses,
  • especially blue, pink, and purple,
  • and likes curios and antiques."

    • Shil-Ponde. (1939). Hindu Astrology Joytisha-Shastra. p 100

      Not sure about the mystic novels (maybe I should try my hand at them?) but I can vouch I am wearing a pink dress.

      Stay warm on this cold November day! :-)

The Prediction: Watch out for it in the bookstores!

My book The Prediction will be out in two weeks in Nepal. Watch out for it in the bookstores. Here's a sneak-peek of the cover!



Sunday, October 27, 2013

Kitaab review: Hotel Calcutta

I just reviewed "Hotel Calcutta". Read the review on the book portal Kitaab.



You can visit Kitaab here: www.kitaab.org


Saturday, October 19, 2013

The Man Booker prize 2013, and a few Vedic astrological quibbles

I was delighted to see that a book featuring astrology--my favorite topic--won the Man Booker prize. Plus thanks to the judges for selecting a non-commercial publisher. Now we know its not just a prize meant to sell books but also to judge literary excellence.

The Man Booker team may be up on literary excellence but their astrological knowledge leaves something to be desired. For instance, this paragraph from their website:
"Was Eleanor Catton's victory written in the stars? Quite possibly. She was born 28 years ago, "the time that Saturn takes to orbit around the Earth" and an important astrological number, in 1985, the year of New Zealand's only other Man Booker win--Keri Hulme with The Bone People."

Any basic book on astrology would have told the Man Booker weekly roundup writers that Saturn takes 29.5--not 28--years to do its roundabout.

But they were onto to something when they mentioned Saturn--Saturn is exalted in Libra right now, which means it is the strongest it can be in 29.5 years. Eleanor's 10th house of karma, or action (in Western lingo, 'the house of profession") is ruled by Libra, which has Ketu, a mystical sign, in it.

They were also onto something when they mentioned the age 28--but its not Saturn, but Mars, for whom this number is significant. Mars matures to its full power at 28. No surprise Mars is in 8th house with Venus, the significator for the arts. So Eleanor's Mars had a strong hand in her getting this prize. Her Saturn is in 11th house of great gains (and incidentally, also thought to be the one that rules publishing), in the sign Scorpio--Scorpio, of course, is ruled by Mars.The combination of Mars and Saturn is needed for any work of significant achievement-without Mars' passion, and Saturn's dedication, great works never come to fruition.


(Photo courtsey: Man Booker prize website)

Now that you have me started on astrology, here's the full reading: Her Jupiter is debilitated in Capricorn--except not really, because when it is in the lagna, or ascendent, it receives a "neechbhanga", or cancellation of debilitation, that makes it extra powerful. Not to mention the fact it is retrograde as well--making it three times as powerful.

Sun and Mercury, forming a "budha-aditya yoga", or combination for intelligence, is in the 9th house of destiny. As to Rahu in 4th--a restless mind and a troubled home life and trouble with mother, which can of course aid in pushing people towards the solitary act of writing.

Ketu in 10th can often give a career as a priest, or spiritual counselor--but that won't mature till she's 48. So book your tickets to New Zealand in 20 years time, folks. Because your Man Booker author may be leading spiritual writing tours then!

Now for Jhumpa. Born July 11, 1967, the much lauded Ms. Lahiri, surprisingly, has a very similar chart. She is even born in the same town--London--although her London is in the UK whereas Eleanor's London is in Canada. Jhumpa's third house of communications is ruled by Libra, where Saturn is exalted right now. And it has Mars and Ketu in it--showing that very similar planetary forces were at work on her side as well. Her star sign is Leo, by Vedic astrology, and her Moon is with Venus-the significator for the arts. She TOO has the "budha-aditya yoga" (don't get too excited, this is a fairly common yoga since Mercury lies close to the Sun) in the 11th house of gains. Her Mercury is retrograde--and as before, retrograde can make a planet more powerful. Mercury, the planet of quick wits, going backwards, however, can lead to that feeling that the prose coming out of an author with retrograde Mercury is a bit "dull."

The reason why much lauded Ms. Lahiri dropped out of the race is three-fold: first, she is going through something called the Sade Sati, or the seven and a half years of Saturn. Although the Sade Sati ended for Leos on November 14th, 2011, unfortunately for Ms. Lahiri there was a retrogression of Saturn into Virgo right around now. Meaning Saturn's not quite done with exacting his grim course of truth, law and justice yet.

Secondly, her Jupiter is sitting pretty in Cancer, where it is exalted. Exalted Jupiter, although admittedly impressive, is not the same as "neechbhanga" Jupiter. Planets whose debilitation are canceled, as with Ms. Catton's Jupiter, are considered to be even more powerful than exalted ones.

And thirdly, unfortunately for Ms. Lahiri, her Saturn is in 8th house. The good news is that she will have a long life. The bad news is that Saturn in 8th is rarely considered good--the dreaded astamshani, when Saturn transits the 8th house, is considered one of the worst periods of a person's life in Vedic astrology. So to have your natal Saturn there, especially during the time when Saturn is showing its full power, is probably not a good time to be running for the Man Booker prize. And here's the clincher--Saturn hates the Sun, who is his father. Leos, needless to say, are ruled by the Sun.

Did I mention Ms. Catton is a Capricorn by Vedic astrology--and Capricorn, of course, is ruled by Saturn. Capricorn is also where her Jupiter lies, next to the Moon. And right now, Jupiter is receiving a "neechbhanga" not just from being in the ascendent, but has its debilitation twice cancelled because Capricorn's ruler, Saturn, is exalted.

The Man Booker team were right in one way--everything does, ultimately, go back to Saturn.

Thanks for reading, folks--and remember, all of Saturn's lessons are only to take you towards the higher spiritual good. 

(For more on Vedic astrology, you can start off by reading Dr. David Frawley's "Astrology of the Seers." But to fully understand its complicated mathematics and even more complicated calculations, you'd need a good grasp of geometry and arithmetics and possibly trigonometry. See my story "The Prediction" below for more information!)
Was Eleanor Catton's victory written in the stars? Quite possibly. She was born 28 years ago, "the time that Saturn takes to orbit around the Earth" and an important astrological number, in 1985, the year of New Zealand’s only other Man Booker win – Keri Hulme with The Bone People. - See more at: http://www.themanbookerprize.com/feature/weekly-roundup-was-eleanor-cattons-victory-written-stars#sthash.6D65ZW5c.dpuf
Was Eleanor Catton's victory written in the stars? Quite possibly. She was born 28 years ago, "the time that Saturn takes to orbit around the Earth" and an important astrological number, in 1985, the year of New Zealand’s only other Man Booker win – Keri Hulme with The Bone People. - See more at: http://www.themanbookerprize.com/feature/weekly-roundup-was-eleanor-cattons-victory-written-stars#sthash.6D65ZW5c.dpuf
Was Eleanor Catton's victory written in the stars? Quite possibly. She was born 28 years ago, "the time that Saturn takes to orbit around the Earth" and an important astrological number, in 1985, the year of New Zealand’s only other Man Booker win – Keri Hulme with The Bone People. - See more at: http://www.themanbookerprize.com/feature/weekly-roundup-was-eleanor-cattons-victory-written-stars#sthash.6D65ZW5c.dpuf



Tuesday, October 01, 2013

Third Edition of "The End of the World"

Hi readers! Just wanted to let you know the third edition of "The End of the World" is now available in Kathmandu. Tibet BookHouse, which is a two minute walk away from Himalayan Java Coffee Shop in Thamel, has copies. Its on the same side of the street, going down towards Thamel Chowk. Do get a copy when you go to get your coffee!

Thanks for all your support!


Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Loterii: Sushma Joshi – The End Of The World (The Mammoth Book of Apocalyptic SF, 2010)

 
Näide nepaali ulmest ehk siis lugu sellest, kuidas lihtsad nepaallased saavad korraga kaljukindlalt teada, et maailmalõpp saabub homme kell 11. Seda räägitakse televisiooniski. Kui nii, siis nii. Midagi uut siin maailmas, ja kui lõpp käes, siis võib eelnevalt kõhu korralikult heast-paremast täis süüa ja järgmisel päeval tööle või kooli mitte minna. Mis maailmalõpu põhjustab, ei osatagi täpselt öelda, on see siis täistabamuse saanud Jupiteri plahvatuse tagajärjel Maad tabav kosmoseprügi, või siis tegi Nepaali president midagi valesti ja häbistas pöördumatult nepaallasi. Kes teab. Igal juhul, täis kõhuga on mõnusam lõppu kogeda. Ja sellele vastu vaielda ei saa ega oska.
No pole just kivikõva lugu ja ulmeline element pole ehk eesmärk omaette rahvusliku koloriidi kõrval, ent samas päris humoorikas pilguheit sealsesse külaühiskonda ja olupoliitilistesse reaaliatesse.

Click here for Loterii: http://loterii.blogspot.com/2013/08/sushma-joshi-end-of-world-mammoth-book.html

Friday, August 16, 2013

The Lotus Singers, edited by Trevor Carolan: Review by Dani Torres

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Dani Torres reviews
"The Lotus Singers" and my short story "Law and Order":

"In "Law and Order" Bishnu looks out of his window overlooking a garden which is filled with earthly delights.  Literally.  After a failed attempt, and the loss of both his front teeth, at joining the British Gurkha Army (a job which would have offered him both distinction and security), he becomes a policeman in the small community of Naxal.  The recruits are given small living quarters called cells but not very generous helpings at mealtime.  As a matter of fact there are only three ways to supplement their food rations: stealing from the officers' mess, intimidating shopkeepers or hoping your family will send food from home.  Bishnu begins dreaming of food and of the beautiful daughters who live in the house below, combining the vegetables in the garden with the women in the house in rather fanciful combinations.  If only there wasn't a wall keeping him in the police precinct and a wall keeping him out of the garden!"

"End of the World" in Chinese


世界末日




And in case you really feel like reading my story in simplified Chinese, here's the link. I have been assured on good authority that this is a good translation.  

Saturday, August 10, 2013

"Cheese" in Chinese language schools


 My short stories have found their way to school curricula and teaching syllabi worldwide. Below is information about an English speech contest held at St Mary College, a Chinese language school. "Cheese" is discussed by Junior High School students.

Here is the link: http://www.st-mary-college.com/pdf/speechcontest2012.pdf

Thursday, June 06, 2013

First Division, by Sushma Joshi


FIRST DIVISION
SUSHMA JOSHI

The small servant quarters behind the Colonel’s house where Mahesh spent his first night in Kathmandu would be his home for the next nine years.
Life took on a well-known routine from his first morning. From six am to ten am, Mahesh attended the Nandi Ratri School. In the afternoons and evenings, he  shopped for food, gardened, and ran errands. He planted a vegetable garden. He repaired the water pipes when they broke. He took clothes to the drycleaners. He knocked on the doors of the Colonel’s relatives to deliver red and gold invitation cards to marriage and rice-eating ceremonies. A few months later, he learnt to drive the car, and could then he seen around town, driving the red Toyota. He had no time to complain about the hard work he had to do—each morning at dawn, he sat down and forced himself to practice mathematics.
Before long, Mahesh’s humor endeared him to the household. The Colonel’s two daughters demanded he accompany them on every social event. The General’s wife asked him to drive her around. Within half a year, Mahesh became a popular fixture in the household. He didn’t have the status of a family member, but on the other hand he was often taken to festivals and family events to which the Colonel’s two illegitimate sons were not invited to. 
The young boys lived in the Colonel’s household. One was twelve, the other one a year younger. At first, Mahesh couldn’t tell how they were related to the Colonel—the Colonel’s wife ignored their presence, and the servants treated them in turn with glancing disdain or secretive kindness. The two boys attended a modest private school, and the Colonel paid for the tuition-- this much Mahesh knew, because he would himself go with the thousand rupee notes in his hands every month to pay the school. During the evenings, the boys played badminton with the General’s two young daughters. Reshma and Anisha treated the boys with either mild condescion, or show tepid affection. Yet, they were never taken along to the social events the Colonel, his wife, and their two daughters attended almost every day. 
Their mother, a plain-looking Kasai woman, was Reshma and Anisha’s wet nurse when they were born. Then she became pregnant. The Colonel’s wife was hysterical—not only because the woman was older than her, but also because she was the plainest looking woman one could find in the Kathmandu Valley. Insulted, the Colonel’s wife demanded the woman leave. The Colonel resisted, and another son was born within two years. As his wife’s rages got worse, and her female relatives started to pressure the Colonel, he reluctantly agreed to her wishes, and asked his mistress to leave the household. He had provided for her well—rumors said he had bought her land in Gokarna, and she was now married and settled with a man from the surrounding village. The two boys, Janu and Ram,  had remained behind.
The two boys were mischievous young brats who loved to play football with Mahesh whenever he had a moment free. The Colonel paid for private tutors for every subject. One, a tutor for mathematics, was from the faraway district of Khotang. He had a high, reedy voice and wore socks which smelled so powerful that the boys speculated he hadn’t washed them since their purchase. This tutor, tired of the two boys’ practical jokes (they would put eggs underneath the cushion he was about to sit on, or splash him with water as he was walking up the stairs), decided to consider Mahesh his real pupil. Mahesh’s desire to learn set him apart from his two young charges, who thought of his daily visits as opportunities to play practical jokes, and who devised one ingenious trick after another to drive him away. The young tutor promised Mahesh he would pass his SLC exams if he continued to work with diligence for two years.
 Two years after coming down to Kathmandu, Mahesh sat for his SLC exams. It was a few days after his eighteenth birthday, on a spring day filled with a dry and dusty wind. The examination was held in another school, which he had a hard time finding. By the time he reached the testing location, he was sweating profusely with nervousness.
The hall was packed with students who Mahesh didn’t know. He looked down at the desk, scarred with rough-hewn writing. Raju loves Shova. Cigarette=good health. Vote for Vodka! Screw off! F..F..F. O Pet Shop BOY/sex. I hear your voice so, I call your name, heaven’s in my hea… The unfamiliar desk stunned him. The flicker of disorientation and panic increased as he was handed his answer booklet. He opened the fresh notebook, and stared at its empty white expanse. Then he opened the questions sheet. The questions were unfamiliar, they all appeared to be from another world. He couldn’t answer a single one. A boy in the next table saw his stunned expression, and grinned. Then he bent down and started to write furiously with his pen.
Mahesh tried to clear his mind. I know the answer, he told himself.  All those mornings he had gotten up early to struggle with geometry and algebra would be wasted. He would never be able to join the Army if he forgot all he had learned at this crucial hour. Then, as he breathed and rustled the pages in desperation, trying to remember, he saw the girl sitting next to him. Her pencils, eraser and sharpener were aligned in a neat and methodical row. She’d pulled her hair back, and tied it in a simple ponytail. Her shirt was crisp, sky-blue, as if her mother had washed it the day before, and ironed it this morning. Neat navy pleats fell from her hips. She bent her neck forward, and the weight of her hand held the papers in place. Her serene face showed no sign of strain—she was in her element. Mahesh looked at her single-minded concentration, and was reminded of Maya.
Then Mahesh remembered. All the formulas that had vanished from his brain returned. Every single math problem swam back into focus with crystal-clear clarity. The answers came to him with effortless ease. He sent up a silent blessing to his tutor. He remembered all the minutiae of geometrical theorems, all the odd logical twists of algebra, all the numerical details of arithmetic. He didn’t even have to open his pencil box and peek in to see the cheat sheet he had prepared with elaborate care last night—written in minute handwriting, it was all the formulas he had been certain he would forget. The paper was rolled up into a tight scroll and rested inside the little round opening of his pencil sharpener. Later, unrolling the little cork of paper, he would see that the pencil marks had smudged and even if he’d opened them, he wouldn’t have been able to read them anyway.
 Mahesh waited for the results of the examination with restless uncertainty, tinged with great trepidation—an anticipation he had never felt for anything else in his life. Six months later, the results were announced. Students packed the schoolyard. They clustered around the long white sheets of paper pasted to the walls. “What marks did you get?” Prabhu, Mahesh’s best friend, said as he tried to find his name in the long list of names. Mahesh put his finger to the paper, and went down each Thapa till he saw “Mahesh.” He put a straight line next to it and saw: seventy-three percent. Unable to believe this, he looked again. And again. “How much did you get?” Prabhu asked, worried by the silence. Mahesh has failed, he thought.
“Seventy-three percent,” Mahesh answered. A little hush settled around him. For a moment, the fraternal camaraderie gave way to a tense jealousy. Except for one lone genius, nobody else had scored as high in their school. Then Prabhu broke the silence. “Khatarnak, yaar,” said Prabhu, putting his arm around him and hugging him.   
 “Come friends,” Mahesh said, putting his arm around two classmates. “This is a question of luck! Some people get more marks, some less. It’s all a big lottery.” Even as the words came out of his mouth, he knew he was lying. He had worked hard to get these results. His friends had dabbled with their books, but never put in the time and effort to understand each and every page, as he had done. Many of them came from Kathmandu families. Their families owned houses and land. They were not driven by the same imperative. “Lets go get some momo.” The boys forgot their grievances within a few minutes as they sat and ate plates of steaming meat dumplings, laughing at Mahesh’s silly jokes. After a few bottles of beer, they all felt like they had scored in the First Division. 
Afterwards, Mahesh went to a STD booth and called Maya. She would laugh and cry. His parents would invite people to celebrate, he knew.
 The phone lines were busy. For an hour, Mahesh tried, but the phone lines remained engaged.  Mahesh, frustrated, kept on dialing the number. The owner of the communication center said, with sympathy, “Why don’t you give me the number. I will try and call it in the evening, and give Maya the message.”
Mahesh, breathless, ran to the Colonel’s home to show his mentor his mark-sheet. He’d receive high praise, he was certain. Now he could try out for the British Gurkhas. As he entered the cool foyer, breathless and panting, Mahesh was struck by the murmur of voices coming from the Colonel’s living room. The guard at the gate, a stodgy old man, gave him a warning sign—the palm flicked, telling him to go away. Mahesh ignored the old guard. On tiptoe, Mahesh walked toward the wooden door, and pressed himself against it.
“… oversee Kilo Sera 2, General,” one of the voices said with a raspy cough. “You have the military expertise for this one.”
 “Gentlemen, I thank you for the promotion, but I have to defer. I don’t understand why you have chosen me for this task.” This was the Colonel’s voice.
“General,” the other voice replied in a formal tone. “Your previous experience in counter-insurgency in the Indian Army would serve us well.”
So the Colonel had been promoted to a General, Mahesh thought. And what was Kilo Sera 2?
“Alright, gentlemen.” Mahesh heard glasses clinking. “I will take on the task of co-coordinating Kilo Sera 2. Along with others, of course.” 
The door opened, and Mahesh stepped back. The Colonel marched out without a glance to either side. Mahesh looked in and saw the men saluting as he left.
The following Saturday, a grand party took place to celebrate the Colonel’s promotion. Men in military uniform, and women in pretty saris, milled around. The bar overflowed with whiskey and wine. Small burners heated large trays of mutton curry, tandoori chicken, a buttery pulao, three kinds of vegetable dishes, and a side table full of pickles. On a side table, a smiling man in a topi cap handed out sikarni, a thickened yogurt scented with saffron, cinnamon and cardamom. Mahesh had seconds, and then thirds of the delicious sikarni. The server didn’t seemed to mind, so he considered taking a forth portion. The conversation was upbeat, although the edginess that surrounded the men was unmistakable. Men stood in clumps, and the word “Maoist” cropped up often.
“Congratulations on your promotion, General.” Mahesh, satiated with his fourth bowl of sikarni, gave him a salute.
“Thank you, Mahesh. And you on your results. First division, I heard,” the General said. He smiled. This old man already knows I passed my exams in the middle of this busy week, thought Mahesh. The old man, it appeared, knew everything long before ordinary men.
“Thank you, sir.” Mahesh hesitated for a moment, and then blurted out. “I’ve been hearing about Kilo Sera 2. I was wondering what it was, sir.”
The General looked at him. His eyes turned cold, his mouth pursed into a thin line. “Mahesh, you are like a son to me. I know you want to join the British Gurkhas, but in case they don’t select you, you’ll enter the RNA. So learn the first rule of it. Never question a higher officer questions about things you have no business talking about.”
Mahesh stood there, red-faced, while the General moved away. Everywhere he turned, men whispered, sotto voco, Kilo Sera 2, Kilo Sera 2, Kilo Sera 2. But he was not allowed to know about it. He stood there, looking at the elegant women who floated in and out on clouds of chiffon and perfume, and felt a sudden anger in his loneliness. The lovely smiles the young girls gave the officers in new uniforms, the undercurrent of longing, the subtle embraces and flutter of eyelids, the talk of the men that seemed to hint at worlds he’d never be allowed in—all of that was on display for him, encounters he could watch, but never enter into.
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HOW TO GET YOUR SLC RESULTS:
I was informed by a young man who's been very active in the Internet and new technologies world that the SLC results will not be printed in the newspapers this year, but will be available via SMS. There are eight carriers who will publicize the SLC results, and Sparrow SMS is one of them. Here's what he has informed me (and asked me to spread the word):
Like last past three years, this year too, they will be able to view their results directly in their cell phones via SMS. Once the results have been announced, the result can be obtained by typing:
SLC, then a space, then symbol number,  to 5001
More information about Sparrow SMS here.