Heal the world with free medicine

December 5, 2008

There are people around the world who face extreme adversity and oppression.

They think only of survival. These people have almost nothing to live for, and yet they live. Their will is their strongest asset.

Their goal is simply to live. One wonders why they have such simple or straightforward goals.

Maybe it is because they cannot dream of anything more.

Despite crippling disease, widespread poverty, and lawlessness, they push themselves to exist.

Some of the privileged people in the world care to help them, but most would simply turn a blind eye.

My goal is to help those people; the ones whom the world castes away like decomposed food.

My ultimate goal is to build a large chain of free hospitals around the world, so that those who are always on the short end of the stick can still get treatment for some of the chronic diseases.

I am quite aware that this chain of hospital will be a heavy financial burden in itself, but the needs of the many should come before the needs of the one.

When I was young, I thought everyone in the world was the same.

I believed that we all had a place we could call home, a mother and a father, a good education.

I thought every child had a warm bed to sleep in and could wake up to a bright new day.

I thought the worst ailment you could possibly endure was a cold, and one sip of Tylenol would make it all better.

Sadly, I now know the world is a much darker place.

There are areas of the world where a ‘doctor’ is a mythical being said to descend upon mortals with a healing light.

These areas are some of the most impoverished places on Earth; places where a young girl must work twenty hours a day to bring her family one loaf of bread;

Where a boy must wake up early every morning to make sure his sister is still there.

In a place like this, the streets speak volumes about the dire situation of its inhabitants.

Here, people with Polio feel like an outcast, afraid to make contact with anyone else.

Having just one free hospital in a place like this would drastically alter the conditions of the area, and the social behavior.

Obviously, I cannot run this hospital alone. I will need an armada of people whose selflessness transcends their narcissism.

Their work will be mostly volunteered; this is why they need to understand my cause, so that they know what they are investing their time in.

The hospitals will be built all around the world, offering any kind of treatment needed.

Any person will be able to walk in and get treated, free of charge.

I can only hope the world is as willing to help itself as I am.

Thank you.

Kanish Arhant-Sudhir

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Home is Where the Heart Is

December 5, 2008

I have, literally, stayed in places around the world, from foreign Australia, to exotic India, to beautiful Paris, to the tropical Caribbean, and, of course, San Jose, California.

However, the place I call home, the place that draws me in like a magnet, coagulating in harmony with my very soul; is none other than New York City.
Ever since the first moment I stepped onto New York ‘soil’, I was fascinated by the heartbeat of the city.

I love everything about it, even the people.

The way the buildings tower over the residents in Manhattan, creating a somewhat urban picturesque scene, drew me in.

It created a sense of closeness and cluster, which I had absolutely no problem with.

The modernity of the city is another thing I adore. The very essence of the city, its people, its attitude, its culture; are all what make it great.

My favorite part of New York City is Manhattan, by far.

Sure, the bourgeoisie attitude and feel of the richer parts is what most people like, but I am partial to the real Manhattan, the street side; where people know who they are and what the world is really like.

To me, this is where the pulse of the city lies, where people from all over the world come together to rush to work on time, or to catch a flight to a meeting.

I think New York City holds the entire world in one big ‘apple’, so to speak. In other words, ideas from across the globe come together in New York City.

You can find anyone or anything you need on one island. For example, when I was in Manhattan in winter of 2007, I stayed there for one week.

During the course of that week, we had the opportunity to eat or way across the world, with such cuisines as Thai, Afghan, Moroccan, Nigerian, and, obviously, a traditional New York City diner.

Another aspect of New York that I truly enjoy is its people. A one week stint in Brooklyn is enough to make anyone reshape their image of the world.

The people in New York City are varied greatly, from the hard working single-moms who struggle to make ends meet, to the upper-class Cadillac-drivers who don’t give two hoots about the people around them.

It is interesting how both of these extremes somehow coexist in one city.

The people of New York City are unlike any other, in that most of them have mainly one goal: to get through the day.

I like the New York folk because they are a hard-headed bunch, but they know their ideals and they know the difference between right and wrong.

Additionally, the design of the city is another detail I admire. New York City is composed of five districts: Queens, Manhattan, Brooklyn, The Bronx, and Staten Island.

These districts are interconnected by various highways and bridges, making travel from one island to another easy. Knowing these roads is the key to getting around.

The varied architecture of New York is an interesting concept.

On one island, you have sprawling areas of gargantuan skyscrapers reaching out up to the heavens;

While on a neighboring island, you have domestic areas like houses and apartments, similar to the kind you might picture when you hear the word ‘suburb’.

The architecture of New York City is yet another example of polar opposite coexisting in one amazing city.

New York City is definitely the place I call home. The heartbeat of the city echoes my own, and I wish to live there one day, at least for a few years, to satisfy my craving for the ‘Concrete Jungle’.

Thank you.

Kanish Arhant-Sudhir

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A Mother’s plea for justice

December 3, 2008

It is a fact that Truth is always the casualty in war and election.

The Iraq war is no exception to that reality.

Iraq war is a concoction of truth, lies, deception, betrayal, promise, deceit, turmoil, chaos and catastrophe with a possible glimpse of hope in the horizon.

The prosecutors of war are all safe because they conscientiously carried out their duty in the comfort zone of Washington as legislators and representatives of their constituency by authorizing the illegal invasion of Iraq.

Despite being the signatory to a well masqueraded mission that is partially responsible for our current economic recession…

Some legislators were fortunate enough to aim for the highest office on land in the recent Presidential election.

While, others even managed to secure prime positions in the new administration as a reward for their judgment or the lack thereof in sponsoring the ill-scripted wild adventure with special effects titled “Shock and Awe ” not barring mature content like “Abu Ghraib” -Kodak moments.

How did it affect the foot soldiers often, the scapegoats of such operation authorized and executed by the executive and the legislative branch in Washington?

Let us review the chilling facts presented by a traumatized mother, terrified young bride and an innocent, beautiful baby unbeknownst to the uncertainties ahead in her life.

Given the length and volume of this material, please refer to the following blogpost "The Republic’s Verdict" for detailed analysis and further comments.

Meanwhile, please take a moment and read the letter from the distressed family to help you decide whether you want to make any donations towards the legal crisis, they are currently dealing with.

If you choose to make any donations, please send them to:

Help Marine Sergeant Larry Hutchins Legal Fund

United American Patriots, P.O.Box 96565, Washington D.C. 20090-6565

Thank you.

Padmini Arhant
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