My carpentry skills?

Kampitie Pergola

(Cross posted on the Seventh Heaven Blog for Mumbai Cathedralites.)

Not having published the final outcome of my front porch carpentry effort, many of you have cast serious doubts about my carpentry skills. I many not have the talent of my wife in creativity, I can design and create mathematically designed objects - small ones.

I will now educate those who query that aspect of my life!

I learnt to use wood, hammer, nails, saw, screw driver, screws, drills (hand variety), pliers and other simple carpentry tools while at Cathedral School, Mumbai. Many thanks to our carpentry master, Mr. G. M. Hazarnis, who guided us with simple tasks for 12 and 13 years olds. Although we had only one class per week in our lower years, it was fun, but I learnt to do things with my hands.

Later, when I was at the National College of Rubber Technology, I studied engineering drawing and also did work in a metal workshop, learning to use the lathe, welding machine, and other simple engineering tools.

When I had my first paid job at the Rubber and Plastics Research Association of Great Britain (RAPRA), I was fortunate to have to work alongside an architect studying about plastics and rubber in building, while I was looking at the durability of plastics in building. Ken Taylor is an outstanding individual as he could visualise things and create them with simple tools, without going through the process of putting them on paper. As he was a bachelor, he used to drop in at home. He and I would have brain-storming sessions with lots of wild ideas flying around. As much as he learnt about plastics from me, I learnt much about architecture from him, which helped me lecture to architects about Plastics in Building, a hot topic of those days.

In 1969, when I returned to India, we needed furniture. As carpenters were cheaper by the dozen, I was not put to the test. However, I followed Annikki's instructions and created the furniture of her liking on to paper and helped the carpenter to turn them into our unique furniture.

Many years later those skills helped me visualise design and create objects in the air and the drawing board, but I did not have much opportunity to physically create anything.

So it was only after we moved to Kampitie after the demise of Annikki's father that I had the need to use those talents. (He was a carpenter by profession, and hence I did not interfere with his work so long as he was alive.)



The first job was a porch over the rear entrance to the house. The snow used to make that entrance most difficult to use in winter. I designed and made a simple covering which has now stood the test of adverse weather conditions for the last 6 years.

When Annikki re-made the greenhouse, I did not do much except install a plastic roof.

 

Then Annikki wanted a cover over the bathtub, the centre-piece of the Kampitie garden. I designed the structure and erected it and my Thai friend, Unnop Khungrai, gave it the finishing touch of cutting and putting up the Thai design decorative effect.

And now to the cover over the front porch so as to protect Mika from the rain and snow, as it is his smoking patch.



Once Annikki acquired the waste wood from our neighbours, and having a large structural section from Joanna's garden, which was destined for the rubbish dump, I designed and set up what I think is a satisfactory protective cover, which looks nice and executes its purpose.

Life is one of learning and I can say that right from my school days, even the very simple things that I was exposed to has helped me do what is required in life in as simple a way as required. That is what life is about.

Thank you Mr. G. M. Hazarnis, my instructor at the National College (a person of Czech origin whose name I forget), my good friend, Ken Taylor, my late father-in-law, Matti Reinikka (who would have been 91 yesterday had he been alive), and above all, my dear wife who has implicit faith that I will execute her commands satisfactorily, even though I may serious doubts till the last screw has been put into place!

Blooming Midsummer Rose

(Cross posted on the Oulu CHAFF Blog.)

We have something in our garden that is called the Midsummer Rose, which starts to bloom on Midsummer Day, plus or minus a couple of days. Midsummer Day, as usual, the 21st of June, was last Thursday.



I was watching the rose bushed very carefully and although there were several buds just ready to open, there were NO blooms visible.

Today, Saturday the 23rd is when we are celebrating Midsummer Day. It is the fashion in Finland to celebrate it over the closest weekend after the 21st of June.

I went around the garden in the morning and did not see any rose in bloom.

Later in the afternoon, Annikki and I were lazing in the garden arguing about the amount of Vitamin D were were each generating while exposing ourselves to the sun, when I told her that I had not yet seen a Midsummer Rose.





She excitedly took me to the bottom of the garden, where, hidden by a lot of rose bush leaves was a solitary rose in full bloom. Nature had not failed - it was just my lack of trust in nature!

The fusion festival at Vaala was an event planned for today.

Vaala is located about 90 km from Oulu driving south east. It is at the top of the Oulu järvi (Lake) and is a very small town.





One of our regular CHAFF Participants, a Finn, Jarmo Suomela, and his friend from Thailand, Siam, have bought a restaurant, Ravintola Janoinen Hauki, in Vaala town centre. It serves pizzas, fast foods, Thai food and Finnish food, and is also a popular bar and Karaoke Centre in the evenings.

When Jarmo suggested he organise a Midsummer Market for Midsummer Day, the Thai Community in Oulu responded positively.

They went there to set up a morning of Thai culture and selling some great art work, Thai food, clothes from Thailand, trinkets from Thailand, and to perform a whole set of Thai cultural programmes of song and dance.

As it is just an hour from Oulu, I decided to pay a quick visit just to show our support for Jarmo's venture.





I arrived at 10 am and the crowd was just starting to arrive.

I had a cup of tea on the house, bought and ate three spring rolls and had a plate of delicious Salmon Soup, the most traditional of Finnish Midsummer offerings. I watched the two little girls, Kwan (7) and Pupe (14) do a great Thai dance.

Just as the Thai ladies were preparing to do their number, I had to leave as I had to get back to Oulu to help Annikki get her mother out of bed for the daily routine.

I can certainly recommend this restaurant in Vaala.

I heard later that the festival was a success. Maybe this will become a traditional event in Vaala in the years ahead.

Can anyone give me an authorative account on how the human body accepts Vitamin D, especially the difference between darkies, like me, and light skinned people, as Annikki.

May resolve a major health discussion conflict! :-)

You Mallus are so quick!

I had a reply from Malayalees in every continent about the Thai sweet which we also make in Kerala, India. The fastest came from a Mallu in Helsinki, Mathew, even before I went to bed last night.

Thanks Mathew, I slept in peace.

The name of the sweet is Achappam.

When I looked through the recipe books by Mrs. K. M. Mathew, I found it in all the three editions of her book called Kerala Cookery, also known as Nandan Pachakarama (1st edition in 1985, 2nd edition in 1986 and the 3rd edition in 1992) and also in her "The Family Cook Book" published in 1987.

The late Mrs. K.M. Mathew admiring the White Chocolate Wedding Cake and decorated with fresh red roses made by Annikki for our niece's wedding in 1999. Annikki is standing behind our aunt.

The recipe and method of making Achappam is described below:

ACHAPPAM

Ingredients:
1/2 kg fine raw rice flour
2 cups grated coconut
2 eggs
2 dsp sugar
2 tsp gingelly seeds (sesame seeds)
a little salt
1/2 tsp vanilla essence
Oil for frying.

Method:
1. Extract the milk from the grated coconut and mix the maida (fine raw rice flour) with it.
2. Whisk the eggs stiff and add the batter with the sugar, gingelly seeds, essence and salt. Use less sugar as otherwise the batter will stick to the sides of the mould.
3. Take a small portion of the batter in a small vessel. Put the ACHAPPAM mould in very hot oil kept on the fire.
4. Dip 3/4 of the mould into the batter when the mould is very hot and then dip into the hot oil. The achappam will fall off into the oil by itself. Turn it over. When fried, drain the oil by putting the achappam on paper. When cool store in bottles.

Now-a-days things are much easier in that ready coconut milk is available from a tin and you can buy the fine rice flour from the shops. But there is a great deal of skill in making it exactly to my taste, just as my aunt did! ;-)

However, no one has provided an explanation of why Thai Cooking Culture is so close to the Kerala Cooking Culture.

Ethnically we are very different - but somewhere the lines of culture have crossed. In which direction? I am fascinated by this discovery, as in Oulu, with Annikki so preoccupied, to enjoy a taste of near Kerala style spicy food, I have to go to The Pailin Thai Restaurant!

Rice, Green Curry, Red Curry, .......

I finished the last of the "achappams" already before going to bed last night.

Yummy yum,
They are in my tum!

Help me PLEASE, before I go crazy!

Yesterday I went to the Thai Pailin Restaurant. The owners offered me a "sweet" with my tea, which they called "a traditional THAI sweet".







The look, the feel, the texture, the taste - all drove me crazy. This used to be one of my favourite crunchy sweets when I was in Kerala. But for the life of me I could not remember what it was called - Dementia?

I rushed home carrying a bag full of these delicious crunchy flower-shaped sweets and went to browse through all the books of the late Mrs. K. M. Mathew (Annammakochamma) on Annikki's book shelves - and I could not find it mentioned.

Not an appam, not a dosai, not a wada, not a jamuun, not a rasgoola, not a jilebee, not a ..... - What is it?

For a day, while taking regular bites into this delicacy, I have been trying to recall the name of this item. ( I have almost finished the stock my friends gave me!)

Anyone out there to put me out of my misery - PLEASE?

I have noticed that Thai cooking is very close to Kerala cooking in that they use a fair amount of coconut milk in their curries and they also use a lot of chillies. They have several sweets which are close to what Annammakocochamma used to turn out for weddings. Comments on the possible reason for this?

Memory sends me into splits of laughter

Yesterday was shopping day. We were looking for a mattress for Mika's bed. The present one has the springs popping out and a cavity in the centre.

The best place to find one is one of the flea markets. I drove up to one which is part of a row of shops. I found a parking place in front of the shop right next to the flea market. We both got out and I walked back to the flea market door. Annikki got out and walked directly into the next door shop, a baby and children's store!

That sent me into splits of laughter as I watched her looking at me in wonderment, not even realising what she had done.

She asked me what had caused my mirth.

I told her that at that moment she reminded me of my mother, who would tell her driver where she wanted to go. When he parked the car, she would walk into the first shop door she encountered. She trusted that her driver was a magician capable of parking directly adjacent to her destination. On Commercial Street, Bangalore, this is a near impossibility!

On Commercial Street it did not matter as she knew every shopkeeper and she was usually greeted with great enthusiasm wherever she walked in!

One of the last pictures of my father - taken in 1992.

The reason was she had been spoilt by my dad during our life in Bombay. He would always find a parking place exactly where she wanted to go. She would go into the shop and come out walking directly into the car, while my dad sat in the car doing the daily crossword puzzle in the newspaper or some other mundane thing, like working on some maths problem, to keep himself occupied. He did not enjoy going in to do the shopping!


My mother with her grandkids, Joanna and Mika, in 1983.

Many fond memories of my mother flooded back. It gave me goose pimples to remember her in her lighter moods - and this was one I really enjoyed.

Condolences and tributes to my "Third Cousin"

I did not realise how widespread my readership was. My estimate of 120000 seems unrealistic considering from the so many unrelated corners I get email.

When I blooged the obituary of my "Third Cousin", I received emails from people I had never heard of before and do not know from Adam and Eve! There were condolence messages, tributes, thanks for blogging that information and even from Malayala Manorama for providing the data and photograph about the late Professor John Jacob. The Manorama ran this important obituary of the great grandson of the Founder of the paper, K. I. Varughese Mappillai, who had succeeded in the rough world out there!

Members of John's extended family provided me with this wonderful picture of the late John with his wife, Elizabeth, and their daughter, Neha. A truly touching photograph.



They also provided me with a few photographs, which sort of gives me a almost complete set of this wonderful family.



Kneeling from the left:
Ashish, Salome's son
Anjali, Premi's daughter
Tusheeta, Sarah's daughter
Ashika, Salome's daughter
Tabita, Sarah's daughter
Ishan, Salome's son

Standing from left:
Jacob, Salome's husband
Ranjit, Omana's eldest son
Abraham, Sarah's wife
Roy, Premi's husband
Late John, Omana's youngest son
Ashvin, Premi's son

Sitting from the left:
Salome, Omana's youngest daughter
Achama, Ranjit's wife
Sarah, Omana's middle daughter
Premi, Omana's eldest daughter

What beautiful and most unusual names - Ashika, Ishan, Tusheeta, Tabeeta,....!



In addition to the people listed above, these additional persons are in the second group photograph:

Ashok - Omana's middle son - Sitting front row, extreme left
Geetha - Ashok's wife - Standing, middle row, extreme left
Sneha - Ashok's daughter - Standing middle row - the tiny one, second from the right
Sushil - Ashok's son - Standing last row, second from the right
Karun - Ranjit's son - Standing last row, extreme right

Above all, there was this touching tribute to John from someone I do not know!

I was a classmate of John's in the PhD program at Northwestern. A kinder, gentler person did not exist. The last e-mail I received from him was also very sweet and thoughtful. My heart goes out to his wife and daughter.

Our heart goes out to all those who are feeling the deep pain of the passing of John!

Sands of Oulu

Annikki's sister, Anneli, is here with us in Oulu for a short holiday of a few days. As she was cycling back from the city yesterday, she saw a very unusual building site, right near the city centre, which is about 2 kilometres from the sea.



The top layer of the building site had been removed. Just less than a metre below the top surface was absolutely pristine sea sand.



Annikki, while digging to put in foundations for some of her creations, has noted this in the Kampitie garden, but it has been usually a little deeper. We have used some of this sand.

To see a whole building site covered with this beautiful fine sand, so fine that even a light wind had created a wavy seashore design, to all of us, seemed most unusual!




In the meantime, I completed the construction and painting of the wooden frame the porch over the front entrance.(The above pictures are before the porch cover was painted.)

Only a roof has to be installed and I am debating a lot of possibilities. Remember, this has been created out of waste wood - and this time it was a throw-away from the neighbour and from Joanna's garden!

Even though I say it myself, I rather like the construction, which was put up with just a little bit of help from Annikki!

Recycling is our MOTTO!

Demise of my "Third Cousin"

In today's world where one hardly knows one's first cousin, it may seem strange for me to blog the passing of my third cousin.



John Jacob was the Associate Professor in Accounting at the College of Business and Administration, University of Colorado at Boulder University of Colarado, Denver. John was the great grandson of the late K. I. Varughese Mappillai (KIVM), the founder of the Malayala Manorama. K. V. Eapen, son of KIVM was too young to run the newspaper and that responsibility fell on my grandfather, Kandathil Cherian Mammen Mappillai, (KCMM) who was the eldest son of the eldest brother of K. I. Varghese Mappillai, K. I. Cherian. (See below for details.)

Many people have asked me why it was that that John's grandfather K. V. Eapen did not take over the running of the Malayala Manorama, and how was it that KCMM took over its running. In this I must quote directly from the Autobiography of KCMM, "Reminiscences" published in English in 1980 (Page 90).

"........, I was assisting Varughese Mappillai in conducting the Malayala Manorama. He had left the entire job of running the newspaper on my shoulders a few years prior to his demise, owing to his ill-health and had retired to Thiruvalla. Up to his demise, the renumeration he received from Malayala Manorama was only Rs. 40/- an amount which was hardly enough to meet his expenses.

When Varughese Mappillai passed away, the question arose as to who should succeed him as the manager and editor of the paper. As his son, K. V. Eapen was only a youth the idea of his being entrusted with the task did not arise. Eapen Vakil and Mathulla Mappillai toyed with the idea of having a go at it. One thing was sure: whoever took over charge, would not be able to manage the paper without my assistance and co-operation. As for me, I could not forgo my job in the school since the financial position of Malayala Manorama was not sound enough to entertain such a proposition. Meanwhile since my brother K.C. Eapen who had just passed his B. A. expressed his desire to join Manorama the others naturally withdrew their claims and he took over charge as the manager of Malayala Manorama.

I had explained to John this part of the history as he had wanted to know why his father had not taken over the Malayala Manorama.

John passed away on Friday 8th June in Denver, Colarado after a massive heart attack.

The last email we had from John was thanking Annikki, my wife, for her desktop calendar of cakes which he said would proudly adorn his desk for the whole year.

from John Jacob
to Jacob Matthan
subject Thank you

Dear Sushilchayan and Anniki,

Thank you for the lovely desk calendar you sent. It is beautiful and will adorn my desk for the rest of the year.

Annikki, you are a very talented person.

Take care,

John

John and I had been in regular correspondence for many years. He was a devout Christian.

From my records, his wife is Elizabeth, and his daughter, Neha, who was born in 1990 and is now just 17. It is such a tragedy to lose a husband and a father, at such a young age.

John's mother, Omena, is the daughter of K. V. Eapen. K. V. Eapen was my grandfather's first cousin, making his mother, Omena, my mother's second cousin. John, Sarah and Ranjeet, are my third cousins.

John's father is M. C. Jacob who is the son of M. A. Chacko. I am not sure of much details of that side of John's family.

John's brother, Ranjeet George Jacob, was with me in St. Stephen's Coillege and is now retired and lives in Madras.

John's funeral will be on Wednesday the 13th of June 2007 in Denver, Colorado.

I think I should give the CV of John as obtained from the web site of the University.

CV of the Late Associate Professor John Jacob
College of Business and Administration
University of Colorado at Boulder
Campus Box 419
Boulder, Colorado 80309-0419

Education:
Ph.D., Accounting & Information Systems, Northwestern University, 1995
Post-graduate Diploma in Business Management, Xavier Labour Relations Institute, Jamshedpur, India, 1981
B.Tech., Indian Institute of Technology, Madras, India, 1979

Professional Experience:
Academic Experience:
University of Colorado at Boulder, Associate Professor, 2000 - present.
University of Colorado at Denver, Assistant Professor, 1994 - 2000.
Northwestern University, Teaching Assistant 1993 - 1994.

Industry Experience:
Balmer Lawrie & Co., Calcutta, India, 1981-89

Publications:
"The Use of Accounting Flexibility to Reduce Labor Renegotiation Costs and Manage Earnings," (Co-authored with Julia D'Souza and K. Ramesh). Forthcoming in the Journal of Accounting and Economics.
"Electric Utility Stranded Costs: Valuation and Disclosure Issues" (Co-authored with Julia D'Souza). Forthcoming in the Journal of Accounting Research.
"Nuclear Decommissioning Costs: The Impact of Recoverability Risk on Valuation," (Co-authored with Julia D'Souza and Naomi Soderstrom), Journal of Accounting and Economics Vol. 29, (2000) 207-230.
"Autocorrelation Structure of Forecast Errors from Time-Series Models: Implications for Post-Earnings Announcement Drift Studies," (Co-authored with Thomas Lys and Jowell Sabino), Journal of Accounting and Economics Vol. 28, (2000) 329-358.
"Why Firms Issue Targeted Stock" (Co-authored with Julia D'Souza), Journal of Financial Economics Vol. 56, (2000) 459-483.
"Meltdown- or Not? - For Utilities (Co-authored with Julia D'Souza, Naomi Soderstrom and Carol Panchula), Journal of Accountancy, March 2000.
"Expertise in the Forecasting Performance of Security Analysts." (Co-authored with Thomas Lys and Margaret Neale), Journal of Accounting and Economics, Vol. 28 (1999) 51-82.
"Discussion of ' Do Security Analysts Improve Their Performance with Experience ?'" Journal of Accounting Research.(Supplement 1997), 159-165.
"Taxes and Transfer Pricing: Income Shifting and the Volume of Intra-Firm Transfers," Journal of Accounting Research, Autumn 1996, 301-312.

Working Papers:
"Determinants and Implications of the Auto-Correlation in Analysts' Forecast Errors." (Co-authored with Thomas Lys). Under review at the Journal of Accounting, Auditing and Finance.
Estimating Autocorrelation Coefficients in Small Samples, (Co-authored with Thomas Lys and Jowell Sabino).

Instructional Cases:
Trident Utility: Accounting for Nuclear Decommissioning Costs. (Co-authored with Julia D'Souza and Naomi Soderstrom), Journal of Accounting Education Vol. 18 (2000) 157-169.

Conference Presentations:
"Taxes and Transfer-Pricing: Income Shifting and the Volume of Intra-Firm Transfers," was presented at the annual meeting of the American Accounting Association, 1995.
"Expertise in the Forecasting Performance of Security Analysts." was presented by my co-author at the annual meeting of the American Accounting Association, 1997.
" Electric Utility Stranded Costs: Valuation and Disclosure Issues," was presented by my co-author at the annual meeting of the American Accounting Association, 1998 and at the fourth annual conference on contemporary accounting issues, Taipei, Taiwan, 1998.
"Nuclear Decommissioning Costs: The Impact of Recoverability Risk on Valuation," was presented at the annual meeting of the American Accounting Association, 1999.
"Accounting Flexibility and Income Management: The Case of OPEB Obligation Recognition" was presented at the annual meeting of the American Accounting Association, 2000.

Grants:
Recipient of $5,000 research grant (jointly with Prof. Naomi Soderstrom) from the Colorado Society of Certified Public Accountants in 1997 to study the accounting for nuclear decommissioning costs.

Other Indicators of Scholarship:
Recipient (jointly with co-author Julia D'Souza) of best paper award at the fourth annual conference on contemporary accounting issues, Taipei, Taiwan, 1998 for "Electric Utility Stranded Costs: Valuation and Disclosure Issues."
Qualified for the National Science Talent Scholarship awarded by the Government of India.
Fellowship from Northwestern University, 1989-92.

I have conveyed the information to Malayala Manorama who will be publishing the details for those in Kerala to read.

I have conveyed condolences to his wife Elizabeth and daughter, Neha, through Tusheeta David, daughter of John's sister, Sarah, who was kind enough to let me know of this sad news.

May his good soul rest in peace,

Apple Blossoms, Cherry Blossoms

Annikki has been wanting a cherry tree in the Kampitie garden for as long as I can remember. I have been resisting this is it is not OUR garden, but belongs to the inheritors of the estate of her father, Matti Reinikka.

Only because Annikki and I have been looking after her mother, Matti's widow, Hilja, who has the right of residence in Kampitie, do we have the right to enjoy this garden. Over the last 6 years Annikki has turned from a dump into one of the most beautiful suburban gardens in Oulu, if not Finland.



When the apple blossoms appeared in our neighbour's garden, as they have three beautiful old apple trees, the urge to get the cherry tree grew stronger, making me to finally capitulate.



The apple blossoms in the neighbour's garden have been enjoyed by us from every corner as we look out of the Kampitie garden.



Before I could say "blossoms" the cherry tree was firmly planted in the Kampitie garden.

The garden is blooming all over and Annikki's creativity grows by leaps and bounds each day.



The new smoking zone for Mika is a pavilion with the old steps to the front door as a flower stand as the background.



The "Green Door" has acquired two new security guards!

It is sheer pleasure to walk around this garden early morning and then again in the evening. During the hot summer day one can lie next to the pond or on the beach sand, depending on what mood you happen to be in.

Every visit turns up new feelings.

Now, I am on a new project to create a cover over the front steps. Although I am not much of a carpenter, I have designed a cover using using recycled materials and will have the cover up by the end of this week. So stay tuned for pictures of my next carpentry exploit! :-)

How does 6.8=27.2? How does this affect Global Warming?

New maths today is very popular. So when I tell you that when 6.8 = 27.2, we have much to fear from Global warming!

Every Tuesday is a water immersion physiotherapy session for our son, Mika. For over seven years I have been taking him every Tuesday for this session.

Normally, I call him from his room at 13:15. I pick up his bag containing his towel, shorts and swimsuit and wait in the car for him. He comes down at 13:30 and I drive him for his session and then wait around in town till he finishes his session and drive him back by 15:15.

Last Tuesday was a little different as Annikki's mother, Hilja, was still at home. Annikki wanted me to rush back after dropping Mika to help her take her mother from her bed to the toilet and lift her from the chair. Hilja is heavy and the lifting gear can be used in some places, but there are others where I have to lift her bodily, something Annikki cannot do.

Last Tuesday, I had to fill petrol in the car. As I am now mainly on the scooter, just after calling Mika, I rushed off to fill some petrol and rushed back. Mika was waiting. I rushed upstairs, picked up his sports bag and drove him to town, to his session.

As he got out of the car and lifted his bag, he realised that there was nothing in it. He decided to wait till I rushed home.

When I told Annikki, she was in panic and rushed upstairs, picked up the missing items, and gave them to me. I stuffed them in the bag and rushed back to give the bag to a waiting Mika.

Then I drove back home to help Annikki.

A tragic looking wife was waiting at the door for me. By mistake she had given me a black underwear instead of Mika's black swimming trunks.

I grabbed the trunks, and rushed back to the swimming pool. I found Mika having a shower. I dropped off the trunks next to his bag and then rushed back home to help Annikki.

At 15:00 hours, I went back to pick up Mika.

On Tuesday, the 3.4 km one-way trip from the home to the physiotherapy centre was done at total of eight times, instead of the normal two. Hence, instead of a mere 6.8 km, I drove 27.2 km, pumping out harmful carbon emissions and detrimentally affecting Global Warming.

Although this has happened only once in the last seven years, the comedy of errors was not very funny, either for the environment or for Mika!

I am glad that I am on a scooter these days as I am claiming back most of that consumption with my scooting around on a more economic form of transport!

Dangerous situation of VIOLATION

(Cross-posted on all my MAJOR BLOGS.)

A few weeks ago, I received an email from my good young friend, Soda, that he had TAGGED me and the email had a line implying that if I did not join this TAGGED network, my friendship with him would be in question!

Is Soda your friend?

Please respond or Soda may think you said no :(

When I get emails which border on being emotional blackmailed, I usually investigate a little deeper. When I went through the process of joining the TAGGED network, and it came to a particular stage, whoosh, I closed the link.

The process of registration was asking me to reveal, to TAGGED, my email password.

This is a sure recipe for your entire security on the Internet and your personal computer to be fully compromised. Once you part with your password to such an organisation, the robot can enter your personal email INBOX, your ARCHIVES, your ADDRESS BOOK and data mine all your sensitive information, which could even be your credit card details.

I sent a reply to SODA:

Hi Soda,

Tagged is asking for my Password when filling in details - which I cannot give. Be careful about this site!

Jacob

I few days later I had a similar request from a Cathedralite friend.

I replied him this:

Dear Adil,

Tagged is asking for passwords.

Quite dangerous.

Use LinkedIn, much better. Do you want to be in that Contact Manager?

Regards

Jacob

To which he replied:

I merely answered one tag message, filled a form in and I now see that this thing has gone to my entire address book ! Quite horrified. Any idea how I can undue this Tag business? Sorry, I truly didnt mean to Tag everyone, except the guy who tagged me! Help !!

Adil

He was in panic and I replied to him:

That was why they asked for your email address AND Password.

Dangerous situation.

Don't know how you get out of it except by directly communicating with them.

Stay away from anything that asks for YOUR password to register - you are in for some tough times!

Regards

Jacob

Since then I have had similar request from many friends who had compromised their system. Then came this from the Cathedralite daughter of another Cathedralite friend:

Hi,

Thanks for this mail - its really weird as I didnt tag anyone. Will check my system for a virus.

Thanks for letting me know,

Kind regards,

Dimple

Remember, this is not a virus, but a violation of your secrecy which you permitted by giving your password when you were emotionally blackmailed. Take action NOW before you are compromised on some other front.

My suggestion is that you bombard them with questions and demand restitution for compromising your email secrecy!

These are the CONTACT details for TAGGED:

CONTACT

Email support@tagged.com with site related questions or complications.

Company Information: info@tagged.com
Business Partnerships: business@tagged.com
All Other Inquiries: inquiry@tagged.com

web Address: http://corp.tagged.com/

Tagged Inc
P.O. Box 193152
San Francisco, CA 94119-3152

Do not violate Rule 1 of the Internet - never give YOUR PASSWORD to ANYONE!

Petrol prices and its impact on moblity

(Cross-posted on my Cathedralite Seventh Heaven Blog.)

A few weeks ago Cathedralite 69er Prakash Thadani sent me an email in which he requested everyone to observe a "No Petrol Day" on 22nd May 2007 as a protest against the price in India in comparison to neighbouring countries:

Petrol Prices
Pakistan Rs 17 per litre
Malaysia Rs 18 per litre
India Rs. 48 per litre

Prakash was a bit surprised to learn the price in Finland € 1.370 per litre which works out at over Rs. 75 per litre.

Over 70% 0f the price of petrol in Europe is taxes collected by the Government.

These taxes are used for several purposes, including maintaining the roads, plus other environmentally sound policies. The Oil Companies do make substantial profits, but not to the extent as in the USA.

I have been boycotting several multinationals including several oil companies for many years. But the reason has not been just price gouging but more important issues as the illegal invasion and occupation of Iraq, the ignoring of reality by denying that Climate Change was due to burning of fossil fuels, etc.

This year I have started using a petrol scooter which consumes considerably less petrol than our car. I get 50 km per litre as against 7 km per litre in our car.

Only when Annikki has to go out or when I have to use the trailer or take Mika for his Physiotherapy, do I use the car.

I have saved a considerable amount of money. The more important reason is that using a scooter in Oulu has considerably extended my flexibility and saved me a lot of time!


Anil's Electric Scooter.

I would love to get the Electric Scooter, given to me by Anil Anathakrishnan, working again. Anil is the brilliant electric vehicle designer from Bangalore. I am sure that I will do so, again, probably this summer.

Anil launched the Electric Scooter in India.I understand it was priced too high to have made an impact.

That was certainly not Anil's decision. He was of the opinion that anyone wanting to buy one of his electric scooters should be able to draw the required money from an ATM!

A second "bad experience" at PRISMA

PRISMA is one of the Big Three retail outlets in Finland.

A few weeks ago, while I was checking out at PRISMA in Limingantulli, Oulu, I used the BONUS Card which is in Annikki's name, as mine is old and does not swipe clean. The details on both cards are the same, except that one is in Annikki's name and the other is in mine.

The rather officious young lad at the check out counter was adamant that I could not use Annikki's card. Rather than have an unnecessary argument, I went home, picked up my card and then came and checked out my shopping.

This was a total lack of understanding of customer service. This is not a case of trying to take something from someone!

Why would I give my earned points to someone else?

I made a complaint, but it did no good as the boy was still doing the same thing a few days later.

Last week, Hilja's (Annikki's mother) old refrigerator gave up the ghost. Luckily, she was in the Old People's Home so we had some time to sort things out and find a suitable replacement. We found what the call an Jenkki (Yankee?) refrigerator at PRISMA for a reasonable price of €299.

As this is Hilja's fridge, Anniikki contacted the person who manages Hilja's finances, the Public Guardian working for the City of Oulu. On Monday, at about 15:30, she got the OK to go and buy the one we had seen. The Public Guardian informed the Office of PRISMA that we would be coming to get the fridge and that the bill could be sent to her.

By 16:00 hours we reached PRISMA. We went directly to the Home Equipment Department counter where there were a couple of young shop assistants manning it.

Annikki explained the situation. They seemed totally disinterested with what we, the customer, wanted to be done. The attitude was as if we had come there to commit fraud and steal a fridge. The language used by them was most unladylike or ungentlemanly. They refused to call the controlling office concerned, refused to look in their files if there was an agreement between the City Department concerned with this transaction, they refused to give me a telephone directory and the situation was only getting worse by the minute.

I have encountered bad service many times, but this was the rudest that Annikki and I had ever encountered.

I went quickly to the main counter to get a copy of the Oulu City Telephone Directory. There was a queue there for service. By the time I dialed the number, the officers had already left the office, maybe a couple of minutes earlier.

I went back and told Annikki that it was not worth wasting time there as the behaviour of these two counter people was absolutely obnoxious.

Annikki was prepared to take the custom to another shop, But, I said I would handle it MY WAY.

This morning I went directly to the City Public Guardian who looks after Hilja's money matters. I got a letter authorising me to buy the refrigerator and to forward the bill to be sent to her. Then I went to the same PRISMA and asked to see the supervisor.

As I am clearer in explaining problems in English, I asked to see a supervisor who understood English. One appeared and I explained the situation. It was apparent my English was not getting through, so I reverted to Finnish and I then got a reaction.

We decided to go and complete the deal while I told him in greater detail that it was not the fact that we did not get the refrigerator yesterday that mattered, but it was the sttitude and language used by the shop assistants that had made us angry.

When we went to counter, he wanted to get hold of the Agreement between the City of Oulu and PRISMA about forwarding bills. He could not find it. He called to his assistant - and the same (lady?) shop assistant appeared.

Within a few seconds she produced the paper she had said she had no knowledge of the previous day.

I waited patiently till the paper work was finished, not saying a word. It was obvious that she was avoiding looking at me.

Finally, once all the papers and bills were ready, she needed my signature.

I put my driving license in front of her and asked her to look at it and verify whether the person authorised to buy the refrigerator was in fact me. She was forced to pick up my driving license and then look at me. I....

I spoke strongly and let her have a piece of my mind. I told her that in my 23 years in Finland and as a customer of PRISMA, I had never experienced such bad behaviour as we had experienced at her and her colleagues hands the previous day.

One customer, whom she had been dealing with just then, cut in on hearing me to tell me that this lady was dong a fine job today.

I lashed back that yesterday was another day and told her what Annikki and I had really felt when we had been publicly humiliated by this lady shop assistant and her colleague for just wanting to buy a refrigerator.

At the moment, the shop assistant broke down and started to cry.

I did not, even at that moment, show any sympathy. I told her to cry all she wanted, as that was what she had made an innocent customer do the previous day!

I am not a vindictive person. But when there is arrogant and rude behaviour without cause, the only way to show the person concerned what they do to others can happen to them.

I will do it to ensure no one else is humiliated in future like we were.

First Kampitie Apple Blossom

There is no apple tree in the Kampitie garden.

Our neighbour has a few. One overhangs into the Kampitie garden.

Every year all their trees have a glorious cover of Apple Blossoms which we enjoy.

This year, the first Apple Blossom appeared on our side of the fence.



(Sorry, but this is all my old camera can do. But let me tell you the Apple Blossom is truly glorious! It changes by the day. In just a week or so, the entire tree will be a wonderful sight.)

Be warned or die

(Cross-posted on all my major blogs.)

One of my alumni friends sent me this post which I think is very important.


Coke cans stacked in a warehouse.
Not all warehouses are so clean and tidy!

Leptospirosis -- VERY IMPORTANT PLEASE READ

This incident happened recently in North Texas.

A woman went boating one Sunday, taking with her some cans of coke which she put into the refrigerator of the boat. On Monday she was taken to the hospital and placed in the Intensive Care Unit. She died on Wednesday.

The autopsy concluded she died of Leptospirosis. This was traced to the can of coke she drank from, not using a glass. Tests showed that the can was infected by dried rat urine and hence the disease Leptospirosis.

Rat urine contains toxic and dangerous substances. It is highly recommended to thoroughly wash the upper part of Soda cans before drinking out of them. The cans are typically stocked in warehouses and transported straight to the shops without being cleaned.

A study at NYCU showed that the tops of soda cans are more contaminated than public toilets (i.e).. full of germs and bacteria. So wash them with water before putting them to the mouth to avoid any kind of fatal accident.

Same goes for the envelopes, do not lick it.

I do not know how many times I have drunk directly from cans. I have been lucky but may not be next time.

In an article which appeared in an English online paper Milton Keynes Citizen dated 22nd May 2007Rat infestations on the increase this was stated:

Among the 70 diseases that rats are known to carry are cholera, typhus, bubonic plague and leptospirosis, a bacterial illness spread by their urine contaminating water or food.

Leptospirosis is also known to infect anglers who can come in contact with rats' urine when fishing on the riverbank.

Council environmental health officer Simon Teesdale warned that bird feeding is one of the top causes for attracting rats to residential properties.

I am not an angler, so I need not worry about that. Annikki is planning on feeding the beautiful birds that visit our garden. We will now follow rules that will endure that no rats come to eat at the same bird house.



My thanks to my good friend 55er Bunny Rao of the Cathedral and John Connon School, Mumbai, for sending me this message. He may have saved many a life, including mine, with this one.

Part 2: Why do I do the things I do?

(Cross-posted on all my major blogs.)

The reaction to the first part of this blog title was so overwhelming that I thought I would share another of my very simplistic theories with you.

This blog entry covers the subject of physical and mental endurance.


Beautiful Rauma.

Two scooters belonging to my friends had to be delivered to Rauma, a lovely small town in south Finland. In the normal course I would have just booked them in a truck service and sent them on.

Not having done a long distance drive since 2003, when I drove 1300 km to Helsinki and back the same day, I wondered whether I could repeat part of this by driving to Rauma and back the same day - a total distance of 1100 km up and down.

When I told Annikki my plan, she said I was crazy. She tried to talk me out of this foolhardy mission. But my mental make-up was such that I knew I had to do this trip.



I loaded the scooters onto the trailer. Just as I was tying them down as firmly as I could, my Zambian friend, Kamutaza Tembo, turned up. He did the job of tying both the scooters down as tight as he could.

It looked as if we had done a good job.

Friday was a busy day. We had been invited to dinner by Indu and Asheesh, an Indian couple newly settled in Oulu. Their 4-year old son, Karthik, is a real whiz kid. I get on famously with him.

Indu and Asheesh decided we would dine at the Indian Cuisine, the new Indian Restaurant in Oulu. The owner, Michelle, was there to look after us. She produced an absolutely great meal. For the first time in the last 10 years we had tandoori chicken which tasted as much as tandoori chicken from Moti Mahal on Chandini Chowk in New Delhi.

After this meal, eaten slowly and enjoyed till the last mouthful, Indu and Asheesh suggested we visit their new home. Indu has done a wonderful job with this flat, bright and airy and really home-like. We chatted and finished with ice cream. I had to drag Annikki away, as I planned to leave at sunrise, about 3:30 am.

When we got home, I go a shock.

Annikki said she would also accompany me on this long journey! Although grateful to have her company, I was wondering how she would last this journey, as I had no intention of stopping halfway!

She has not done such an arduous journey in the last 15 years.

I had a shower and hit the sack. I was tired when I went to bed, but I was up, fresh as a daisy, at 3:30 am. As it was raining I decided to wait till it got a bit brighter. I let Annikki sleep while I got all the paperwork for the trip ready. Just as I was going to fill the petrol at 4 am, I told her that she should be ready in about half an hour.

As soon as I hit the first bump on the road, I realised that the scooters would give me trouble en route. After filling the petrol, I thought of a great idea and put the spare tyre between the two scooters, wedging it in tight. I then re-tightened all the ropes. When I tested it driving home, I was sure that for the most part there would be no damage en route.

I was home by 4:30 and we were able to get on the road by 4:45.

We took a route which is non-traditional. Although driving slowly because of the load in the trailer, we made good time. We stopped at a petrol station for a cup of tea. I stopped another 3 times to ensure the ropes were tightened. By 12 noon we were in Rauma.

After unloading the scooters, we dropped in to see our friends, Padma and Mika. It was Mika's birthday so we had a piece of cake and some great Indian tea. We had to refuse the meal that Padma had cooked for us as Annikki and I had eaten crisps all the journey down to Rauma.



Kannan is moving to a new flat at the end of the month. We went to see his nice new apartment. Then we drove to a lovely restaurant, HR-Kala in Olkiluoto, which specialises in Fish.

The lunch, two pieces of beautifully smoked salmon, a large fish cutlet and sliced gravey salmon served with freshly cut vegetables was superb.



HR stands for the name of the fisherman, Hannu. He has two boats, a 5 metre and a 10 metre one. He fishes in the waters of Olkiluoto and sells his fish at the Rauma market. He and his wife run this great fish restaurant.





We had this delicious early dinner. By 4 pm we set on our way back, Kannan taking the trouble to put us on the highweay.

We took another route, the main road between Rauma and Oulu, but we discovered it was a ghastly mistake.

This route is lined with camera speed checkers. I am not averse to camera speed checkers, but in the Swedish-speaking section in Finland, the Police have deliberately placed the cameras in a way to catch offenders by creating them.

The cameras are set up in one speed zone (say 100 kmph). Then, all of a sudden, one hits a speed limit change sign (say to 80 kmph) and even before one has the chance to reduce one's speed to the new speed, less than 50 metres away, they have placed the camera.

In other parts of Finland the cameras are at least 200 metres after a speed change sign.

Keeping the cameras so close to the speed change sign, has one hitting the brakes, causing the cars behind you to focus on why you are braking, and then they too realise they are being forced to brake to reduce the speed dramatically to avoid being caught for speeding.

This is catastrophic and causes a great deal of mental anguish while driving.

The whole object of this exercise is to trick drivers into a mistake and then they get caught for speeding.

It was close to 11:30 at night that we were on the last stretch home. I had been driving well within the speed limit, but as the last 5 minutes were ahead of us and we were on a motorway, I told Annikki we would be home in 5 minutes and I speeded up.

Just as we were pulling of the highway I saw the Police car behind me. I pulled up, knowing my mistake instantly.

With a trailer one is limited top a speed of 80 kmph. I had been at 110 kmph. I knew I was going to be fined. The Policemen were courteous and sympathetic, but I got my dose of the correct medicine!

Because if this slight deviation from the routine we got home just before midnight.

The entire day for me was from 3:30 am till midnight: 20+ hours approximately, in which I had driven 1155 km. The real pick-me-ups on the way had been three extra strong cups of tea, two lie-downs of about 5 minutes each to rest the eyes and limbs, and a couple of stops to fill petrol and stretch my legs.

After a quick sauna, I hit the sack at a quarter past midnight and I was asleep in less than a minute. I slept like a lamb till 9 am, five hours longer than normal, but on waking up I felt on top of the world.

The moral of this story is quite simple.

Test your endurance capacity regularly as you grow older. It is important that you know where your body stands. Any weak links will be shown up immediately when stressed to the limit. Then, you can work to correct the problems.

My weak link is that when driving for a long spell, I get an ache at the knees. Stopping and walking around for a couple of minutes eases this ache completely for the next couple of hours.

I must find out the reason for this. That was the only problem I had during this 1155 km 20 hour drive day. Mental agility and reactions were as perfect as when I used to drive like this in my younger days.

Annikki also lasted through this trip without any problems. We mid-60ers can claim to be in a reasonably sound condition as our bodies have spoken!

Censorship in Oulu by 65 Degrees North?

(Cross-posted on the Oulu Chaff Blog.)

I was approached by a teacher (Mr. Eric Mwai from Kenya) from the Oulu International School with a strange request.

Eric had written an article about the inauguration of 3 schools in Oulu who will cater to "the English speaking, Anglophile Finns and Foreigners community in Oulu", under the broad label of "International".

Eric submitted it to the Oulu City run online web site, 65 Degrees North. (You can read here our coverage of the event on the web.)

65 Degrees North published "his submission". To his horror, Eric found that the version printed had little resemblance to what he had submitted.

Eric wrote to the Editor asking him/her that the edited version should be removed from the web site. It was removed.

Eric found he had not saved a copy of the 65 Degrees North edited version. He asked me if there was any way I could find him a copy.

Snapshot from the Internet of the "edited version"
of the article submitted by Eric Mwai.

Although I am a complete computer idiot, there a couple of things that I do know. "Hey Presto" - within a minute I had sent him the text of the "edited version"! (See above for a screen image from the internet of the page! Click on the picture to see a larger image.)

When I read through the two versions, I was astounded with the liberties the Editor of 65 Degrees North had taken with Eric's submission.

Either the Editor has a personal agenda in running 65 Degrees North or the Editor feels all powerful in rewriting articles by authors based on his/her interpretation of events!

In order for you to judge the situation, I am including the two versions below, the one in BOLD ITALICS, being the Editor's version of Eric's article which is interspersed with Eric's original submission. [Spelling mistakes and punctuation errors in the 65 Degrees North version (a sign of bead editing) have been corrected by me!]

Oulu International School Celebrates New Finnish Links
Written by Erik Mwai
Monday, 21 May 2007

Oulu International School, Oulun Lyseo Upper Secondary School IB Diploma programme and Leinonpuisto school have started their co-existence in the newly built and renovated campus at Kasarmintie 4 in Myllytulli suburb.

Oulu International School, Oulun Lyseo IB and Leinnonpuisto schools have begun a co-operation initiative and celebrated in an inauguration ceremony this week attended by a senior Finnish politician.

The three schools held their inauguration ceremony in colourful celebration on 4th May 2007 officiated by the former minister of defence, former UN Special envoy for Human Rights in Bosnia and Herzegovina, Republic of Croatia and Federal Republic of Yugoslavia and presidential candidate in 1994 and 2000 Ms Elizabeth Rehn. The choice of Ms. Rehn as the guest of honour can be explained through her extensive experience in international affairs and her minority status as a Swedish speaker in Finland. What cannot be easily explained was the chosen theme of Finnish Kalevala epic for the ceremony.

The newly co-operating schools are now housed in a renovated campus at Kasarmintie 4 in the Oulu suburb of Myllytulli. The opening ceremony was attended by Elizabeth Rehn, the former Finnish Defence Minister who came second in the 1994 Presidential Election, standing for the Swedish People's Party. 'The choice of Elisabth Rehn as the guest of honour can be explained through her extensive experience in international affairs and her minority status as a Swedish speaker in Finland,' claimed one of the teachers.

Kalevala epic poems are very national in many ways. They have been used through generations to unite and inspire Finnish nationalism and identity. The epic poems role in Finnish national identity in magical, like sampo! So then, why would Oulu International school staff members agree to this very Finnish theme? Is it not alienating the non-Finns or is it "doing as Romans do while in Rome?"

The theme of the opening ceremony was the Finnish Kalevala. 'Kalevala epic poems are very national in many ways. They have been used through generations to unite and inspire Finnish nationalism and identity,'said one of the teachers. He admitted it might seem 'alienating' to 'Non-Finns' but apparently there was a good reason for the choice.

'Though Kalevala is a Finnish; creation myths and epics are similar around the world,' Also, 'those who choose to leave their countries accept that they become representatives of their country of origin and students of the ways of the country that hosts them. Therefore, knowing Kalevala epic poems would do no harm to international students!'

These are important questions for Oulu International School, Oulu City and Finland in general. Oulu City Innovation strategy 2007-2013 includes an internationalism and aims and attracting non-Finns to come and do business in Oulu. In order to attract the international investors and experts, structures like an International school are necessary. Internationalism is vital for Oulu as a city and the school plays an important role in making it possible. On the national level, discussions are held every now and then on how foreigners are received in Finland, how they adapt if they do and what roles are they expected to adopt.

According to a school press release, the co-operating schools have a vital role to play in Oulu City Council's strategy of attracting more international people. However, the school emphasised that 'Oulu International School wishes to be part of the community and not an isolated school for foreigners. Cooperating with other schools like Lyseo Lukio, Leinnonpuisto, pre-schools, Myllytulli Comprehensive School and other institutions makes it possible to be, and feel like part on the community.'

There are three ways foreigners can live in country that they were not born in. One, assimilate and try to act and behave like their hosts as much as possible, two, integrate meaning that they maintain their cultural practices but try to co-operate and interact with the hosts as smoothly as possible and three, isolate themselves as much as possible from the locals. These three methods are not entirely dependent on the foreigners but they can be triggered, supported or encouraged by the hosts however, in most cases most of the responsibility lies on the individual.

So then, was the Kalevala theme aimed at assimilating or isolating the international students? Definitely not! Though Kalevala is Finnish, creation myths and epics are similar around the world. The students made the point throughout their presentations. Secondly, those who choose to leave their countries accept that they become representatives of their country of origins and learners of the ways of the country that hosts them. Therefore, knowing Kalevala epic poems would do no harm to international students. On the contrary, they can compare it with epics from other countries of their interest.

Oulu International School wishes to be part of the community and not an isolated school for foreigners. Cooperating with other schools like Oulun Lyseo Upper Secondary, Leinonpuisto, pre-schools, Myllytulli comprehensive School and other institutions makes it possible to be, and feel like part on the community. The school should be one of the venues and avenues that foreigners and other minorities meet the Finns and begin to build bridges. If someone watching the students presentations asks what is Kalevala, that makes a good start.

According to the school, the new co-operation can allow foreigners and other minorities meet the Finns and begin to build bridges.'One of the teachers felt that the Kalevala themed ceremony might seem strange but knowing about the Finnish epic would certainly be a good way for foreigners to come together with Finns.

Ask yourself:

1. Is there any relation between the article authored by Eric Mwai and the one put up (and subsequently removed) on the web site 65 Degreees North by the Editor of this site?


2. What was the purpose behind this mutilation?

65 Degrees North has no space restriction, so that could not be the "Motive"!

If 65 Degrees North intends to run its Editorial Policy based on what is the "Hidden Agenda of the City of Oulu" mainly "Positive Image Creation" or of the Editor of the Web Site, it would be better that the journal does not ask independent-minded authors to write for it!


©Photographer: Eijas Sallinen/Kaleva

As you know, Annikki and I stand for "Free Speech" and are willing to stand up in Public and shout for it.

Maybe the Editor of 65 Degrees North can answer us about this "censorship policy" being adopted by the City of Oulu Web Journal run with "tax-payers (read as Eric's, Annikki's and my) money"!

We will certainly publish any reply (most probably SILENCE) - UNEDITED!

A genuine "Finnish" misunderstanding by me...

(Cross-posted on my major blogs.

When I was told by Ville Suomi that we would have two visitors from the Palam Rural Centre in India, I believed that they were from New Delhi, assuming Palam to be related to the Palam Airport.



However, when I went to the chappal making demo on Tuesday noon, I saw a humble "moochi" sitting on the floor making a sandal using his traditional skills.

Daniel Jesudasan, and his boss Benjamin Sundarkumar, are from Tirupur in Tamilnadu.

The real name of the organisation should be Paalam. Paalam mean "bridge" in both Tamil and Malayalam.

Tirupur is the major textile centre of India producing undergarments and t-Shirts by the millions and these can be found in even the most exclusive of shops around the world.

Daniel is a humble cobbler, having learnt the profession from his uncle over 30 years ago. In the period since, he estimated that he has made over 50000 sandals plus a variety of different products as leather bags, key ring holders, and many other leather products. His wife and his children have also been part of his professional activity.


Range of fragrant soaps "literally" lovingly hand-packaged in beautiful hand-made paper cartons from the Paalam Rural Centre.

Benjamin Sundarkumar is the Secretary of the Paalam Rural Centre, which is a cooperative of around 130 families, who are working to create an honest and good life for themselves and their children. They are producing leather products and also about 30 different fragrant soaps at their facility. They now intend to diversify into liquid soaps and shampoos.

Over the last 30 years the cooperative, started by a Swedish pastor, has taken legs of its own and has become part of the Fair Trade worldwide programme. (After Oulu, Daniel and Benjamin were on their way to Sweden so see this 80 year old pastor, now living in retirement in Stockholm.)


Kati Hjerp of Juuttiputiikki introduces the visitors from India.

In an evening programme at the WALDA Youth Centre, Benjamin said that the prices they received from the Fair Trade programme was certainly "fair" and had helped the cooperative to develop itself. The small profit had been wisely invested in improving the livelihood of the families that form the cooperative.

Impressive was the Primary School which was equipped with computers and which they hope, with further improvement in profits and help from a few friends, that they can develop into a High School.


Daniel and Benjamin at the Tropical Botanical Greenhouse.

On Thursday, I took the two of them for a tour of the city of Oulu, showing them the Oulu University Central Hospital, the Medipolis area, the Technopolis area, the University of Oulu including the fascinating Botanical Gardens and the Zoological Museum, and then a trip to the Oulu Nallikari Beach including a visit to our friends at the Children's Park.


The first ground bloom flowers in Kampitie.


View of the Kampitie garden.


View of the Kampitie garden.


View of the Kampitie garden.


Annikki's new experiment this year - peat bricks as a border.

After this I took them home to meet Annikki and view the Kampitie garden, which today is a splendour bathed in much colour.

We had a delicious Indian meal at the Indian Cuisine Restaurant. Then, I dropped them off at Juuttiputiikki, where Daniel was once again going to demonstrate his artisan skills to a much larger audience than on Tuesday.

During our conversations, many serious thoughts struck me.

Firstly, with the children of the now cooperative members being educated presently in modern facilities, it is most likely that the artisan skills of Daniel and his friends will not be passed on to the next generation to follow. It is, therefore, imperative to develop their cooperative in a manner that does not drive these educated children away from their roots and homes as they are forced to seek employment in the metropolitan cities.

Secondly, I felt that as water is a scarce resource in Tirupur, when making their liquid soaps for export, it would be far wiser for them to export the liquid soapconcentrates, and market these concentrates in the Fair Trade outlets, just as Juuttiputiikki is doing of products from many other producers of liquid soaps and shampoos.

Thirdly, the cooperative should cooperate with Universities and other organisations to ensure that the water scarcity which plagues their region is solved using modern scientific methods. Otherwise the entire region, which today depends on fast depleting groundwater, will be led to total ruination!

And finally, the manufacturing facilities are truly primitive, but yet they produce a great range of products suitable for the elite of the western world. Here, I am caught in a dilemma as to what to say. If I say that the facilities should be modernised, it will take away the glamour of the humble way of life of these people. But if they do not modernise, their competivity will be lost and they could grind to a halt in the not too distant future.

The primitivity is what impresses me, YET depresses me. To think that India, with its explosion on the world economy, still has such manufacturing primitivity is extremely hard for me to accept.

Having spent many years with Annikki in villages around Karnataka - I know this is a reality. Maybe someone will help me clarify my thinking!