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DOCTOR AND THE ARTIST YOU MEET THOSE YOU NEED TO MEET Stop looking for them! admonished my Meskwakia teacher, “dr” Brown. You don’t need to search, they will cross your…
Yesterday I was watching a TED talk video from the director of the Harvard Project , which had followed a cohort of people in Boston, including Harvard College students 1938,…
BORN IN CUBA, RAISED IN MIAMI, FIRST DEGREE FROM UNIVERSITY OF MIAMI, THE SECOND ONE, A DOCTORATE IN PSYCHOLOGY, FROM YALE SHE IS A CUBAN-AMERICAN, PRESIDENT OF ONE OF THE…
BUENOS AIRES IN COCHIN I used to feel so elated walking along the streets of Palermo, listening with intent, long faded footsteps of Jorge Luis Borges. BA and its culture…
I was more than happy to be a guest lecturer at the invitationn of the head of the programme at the Sacred Heart College in Cochin. Meeting the Principal of…
The sun was setting as I drove into the village where the Blue House is located. One main road and at the end of the main road is the school…
THE CHRONIC STRESS OF POVERTY It is way past 7pm, and I have just returned to the Blue House after a day at a Medical Clinic, in an isolated part…
If I had travelled the eight hours on an Etihad Airways flight, then taken the train to the centre of town, checked into a Hilton Hotel and then went to…
CROSS CULTURAL BUSINESS MANAGEMENT: ZHENG HE/CHENG HO AND THE ART OF COLLABORATION A good friend of mine is doing a course on Cross Cultural Business Management at a well-known university…
THE EXHILARATION AT FERNANDO BOTERO MUSEUM IN CANDELARIA, BOGOTA… WHICH PART OF OUR BRAIN DOES GET STIMULATED? Bogota has that vague familiarity as one drives through, the ochre colours of…
A YOUNG INDIAN WOMAN GOES OFF TO THE UNIVERSITY: FAMILY AND FRIENDS SAY FAREWELL I attended a ceremony of farewell to a young Indian Woman who was going off to…
TENDERNESS WITHOUT BORDERS. Ternura sin Fronteras No puedo vivir sin ternura One cannot live without tenderness Pablo Neruda once wrote Sabre acariciar las neuvas flores por que tu me ensenaste…