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No Hurry No Worry

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The Beginning

This is how it happened, a long time ago.  Once upon a time, I was working in Silicon Valley.  The days were long and the nights were restless.  One weekend, I decided to take a trip towards Big Sur, California, by the pacific coast highway.  It is truly one of the most spectacular places on the planet.  The pristine air, crashing waves, seagulls, greenery and beautiful surroundings will soothe any nerves.  Felt like paradise.

There I saw an RV parked in a picnic spot.  An old couple was sitting in vintage chairs, reclining comfortably, wearing sun hats. On the back of the chairs were these words – on one “No Hurry”, and on the other  “No Worry”.  I can visualize it even now, almost 20 years later.  My heart had almost stopped.  Really? Is that possible? May be someday.  Little did I know at the time that one day this memory will would out to be a life changing experience.

Well, that someday arrived in late 2016.  I left high-tech and I and my wife moved back to Janesville, Wisconsin.  It was like déjà vu.

I had attended University of Wisconsin for eight years from 1984 to 1992.  I had also met my wife there in 1990.  We got married there a year later in 1991.  Internet was just born.  There wasn’t even a web browser yet.  The first web browser Mosaic was developed at University of Illinois – Urbana Champaign in 1994.  The internet gold rush was about to begin.  I had just graduated two years ago with an MBA in Decision Support Systems.  A lot of stuff was beginning to happen in Silicon Valley.  Even the first web browser inventor Marc Andreesen was moving there near Stanford University.  That’s where the future was for someone like me.  So, we moved there in 1996, after a little sojourn in Colorado.  California was great for 20 years.  But, seasons change.  Now it was time for slowing down and No Hurry No Worry.

Janesville is comparatively a small hamlet of 68,000 people, as compared to Bay Area’s millions, eight lane highways in each direction, traffic jams, long commutes, and not to mention stratospheric prices.  Janesville is easy.  It brought back old memories as well.  We hardly even get on highways.  The nearest big city is Madison, which is about 40 miles away.  It has been rated several times as number one on the list of best places to live in America.  We often go there to shop at Costco and to get away from small town some times.  We take the back roads and state highway 14 to get there.  It took some time to get used to the slow pace.  But now it feels peaceful, though a little boring at times.

We have wonderful neighbors and a beautiful backyard.  I have set up my vegetables and herbs garden here.  I was born and raised in big cities.  I had lived all my life in such places until now.  I didn’t even know that carrots are root crops and grow below ground.  It was all new to me and I was loving it !  

It took me at least two seasons to get the hang of it.  But now I grow all kinds of wonderful vegetables and herbs.  All kinds.  I grow long sweet Italian peppers.  One of them turned out to be nearly 14 inches long, see blog post for pics, and a tomato weighed over a pound.  

In my first season, my garden didn’t have a fence.   My tomatoes, carrots, zucchini, and peppers were growing nicely.  I was really excited.  Then one day we went out in the morning.  When we came back a few hours later, and my garden was gone!  I was shocked.  What happened.  Didn’t know what to think.  I was really upset.  My neighbor came by and immediately knew.  He said one word, deer.

We live by a creek.  Apparently, some deer had crossed over and had a nice breakfast.  Well, that was that.  A few days later, I researched, and thought through.  Then I went over to Menards, got some fence posts, fencing, gate and whatever else was needed.  Then I put up the fence.  Did everything myself.  It turned out really  well.  It was such a joy to work with my hands and successfully finish it.  It gave me immense satisfaction.  It has been up for four seasons now and working out very well.  We haven’t had a deer incident since.   

Wisconsin is spectacularly beautiful state.  We have so many lakes and rivers.  There is lush greenery everywhere.  Our City of Janesville is actually called the garden city.  Our own backyard runs into a city park and makes it look much larger than it actually is.  But there is only one problem – winter.  It starts getting cold here in November.  It has sometimes snowed as early as October, but not often.  Then the winter lingers on often through March.  Many people from Wisconsin go to Florida and other warmer places for winter. We call them snowbirds!

But Florida is not for me.  Too humid and too many mosquitoes.  So, I thought through and decided to start coming to India in winters, especially the beaches in Kerala. I have been coming to Varkala, a small seaside city in Kerala, for short visits for many years. Now, that I am retired, I can perhaps spend more time there. Enjoy the beautiful views, the sea breeze, lovely sunsets, great food, and making new friends from somewhere in the world, every year.

My Mind’s Closet

There is so much we know that we don’t even know that we know,

We start learning as soon as we are born. We learn to recognize people, learn a language, and so many things we observe and experience. As time goes by, the utility of many learnings becomes irrelevant, and they automatically get filed away – in a mental closet. They are never lost. They sit forever in that closet in the mind. There is a lot that is in there, but we rarely ever open it to see what is there, because a need doesn’t arise

I suddenly thought about it yesterday. I took a peak in the closet, and saw many gems. The learnings from my childhood. Lessons from my grandma. Wisdom of the Vedas from from Dharma classes in the middle school, home remedies used at home for various ailments like headache or common cold.

And so much more. Our culture, history, values, ethics, morality, social norms, codes of conduct, respect for elders.

I felt happy and sad at the same time. Happy because all that is still there in the hidden closet, and sad because the world has changed so much that much of that beauty, norms and wisdom seem to have disappeared. But, again, it is not. All of it is still there. At least within me. If I choose to take it out of that closet.

Our lives were profound in the early ages. But as time has progressed, they have become mundane – and we don’t even know it. In early days, there were Leonardo da Vinci, Galileo, Aristotle, and the Rishis and Seers in India who wrote Veda and scriptures on papyrus. They must have invented the papyrus as well and writing for this purpose – to preserve the centuries of learning and knowledge for the future ages.

Even before the writing was invented, the knowledge was passed to the next generation through oral tradition. Human mind has infinite capacity to store knowledge. In the Vedas, ancient Hindu scriptures, it uses a phrase – Ahm Brahmand, I am the Universe. What it means is that I, myself, am a tiny but inseparable part of the Universe. Therefore, I am the universe. We do not need to seek it outside of ourselves. If we explore within ourselves, all we need is right there.

The Rishis or scholars of the early ages studied this phenomenon and concluded that the whole universe is created from five elements – earth, water, fire, air and ether. It includes all living and non living things. All life and all matter. An early periodic table of elements. They also concluded that everything in the universe is inseparably linked and related to each other. It is also co-dependent. We can all choose to help each other, or destroy each other.

Lately, humanity has taken a destructive path. Nature provides sustenance for humanity. In return, humanity has a responsibility to protect nature – in its own self interest. But, it is clearly evident from the climate change that we are hurting nature, and as a result experiencing increasingly more natural disasters every year, and hurting ourselves.

Human mind still has the same capacity. Times have proven that. But we now choose to employ it differently. People who created computer memory chips that can store a library on something the size of a thumbnail, or Steve Jobs who was no less than modern day Leonardo da Vinci and created things that all living human beings use today. Or people who create weapons that can vaporize the entire universe in an instant are not less gifted. Human mind needs to invent and create. That is its given nature.

But, somehow, it has gotten misdirected. The road not taken, that it has taken, is taking us to the oblivion. That’s the way I see it, but don’t know what’s the answer.

As an old phrase is often used to describe close resembling relationships, “Chip off the old block”, we all are chips off the same old block – a big block, this universe! We are the universe. Whenever we hurt even a tiniest part of this universe, we in fact, inadvertently are hurting ourselves.

I still do have the faith in humanity and the creative potential of human mind and imagination. I have no doubt that we will solve all these issues one day and make this world better again. But, I don’t know when that may happen. I may not be around to see it. Perhaps, all that I am saying today will survive, if only in my own mind’s closet.

Democracy Paradox – Divide to Rule

In the backdrop of current elections in the United States, my thoughts took me to another time and place.  Also, the talk of mass deportations reminded me of another mass migration and displacement of people to a country next door, in another era. History does seem to repeat itself.

India got its independence from Britain in 1947.  The father of the Indian Independence movement was Mahatma Gandhi, who had learned the lessons of intolerance the hard way.  He had personally experienced terrible prejudices, which inspired him to launch the freedom of India movement.  His goals and objectives were truly noble, three of which were – freedom through non-violence, a secular India for all religions, and no personal interest in power for himself.

Gandhi was the spiritual leader of the movement, but the political power lay in other hands, notably two: Jawahar Lal  Nehru, leader of the Indian National Congress, and Mohammed Ali Jinnah, leader of the Muslim League.

Before the Independence, India had two major religious constituencies, Hindus, which were in majority, and Muslims who were a small but significant minority.  India’s population at the time was around 390 million, comprised of approximately 74% Hindus, 24% Muslims, and 2% Christians.

The terms for Independence of India were being negotiated among three parties – the outgoing British, Indian National Congress, and Muslim League.  The leader of Muslim League wanted an independent nation for Muslims, carved out of new India.  

Gandhi wanted to avoid the partition of country at any cost.  He made every possible effort to prevent that outcome.  He even offered Jinnah to be the first prime minister of newly Independent India.   But Jinnah did not budge.  He wanted a separate nation for Muslims only, and that’s what he got – a brand new Pakistan, made up of Muslim majority areas in the Northwest and Eastern parts of India.

Everything was happening too fast.  British were in a hurry to leave, after being there  for over 300 years since 1608.  There were no plans for a systematic withdrawal.  After it was decided that India will be divided, maps were hastily drawn to mark boundaries of the two countries.  It is said that Sir Cyril Radcliffe drew the partition map of India overnight, over a few drinks of scotch whisky.

Maps were so haphazard that they split many communities apart, who were living harmoniously side-by-side for generations.  Neighbors became enemies.

Gandhi was completely distraught.  He couldn’t fathom what was happening, nor could he stop it.  So, he did the next best thing possible.  He proclaimed that any Muslims who wanted to stay in India were welcome to do so.  But Jinnah declared that Pakistan will be for Muslims only.

At the time of Independence on August 15, 1947, around 15-18 million people migrated  from one side to the other.  Nearly all Hindus came towards India, and around two-third Muslims left for the newly designated Pakistan. Some Hindus in Pakistan did not want to move, but were forced to leave.  Few even converted to Islam to be able to stay where they were. 

The population of undivided India in 1947 was around 390 million.  After the partition, there were 330 million people in India, and 60 million in the newly formed Pakistan, nearly equal divided between West and East Pakistan, which would later become Bangladesh.  It is significant to note that nearly 35 million Muslims chose to remain in independent India.

There was widespread violence during the post-partition migration and displacement in two countries. Over a million people were killed on both sides, both Hindus and Muslims.  

It was probably the greatest violent tragedy of our times, next only to the Jewish holocaust.

I do not see any distinction between what happened in India then, and what is going on today in various parts of the world.  

Large number of people have died and been displaced in the wars in the Middle East in recent years.  Either side can offer reasons and justifications, but no solutions.  Gandhi had once said, “an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind”.  This is what seems to be happening in the world today.

Conflicts and wars have become huge industries.  There is more global investment in the world in developing increasingly powerful instruments of war, than solving human problems such as environmental issues or dealing with looming water and energy crises.

In the meantime, simple and innocent people keep suffering and dying, but rich and powerful keep getting richer and more powerful.  Power and greed prevails over humanity.  

I believe that people anywhere and everywhere mostly want to live in peace and harmony.  Why wouldn’t they? Does anyone prefers chaos and agony over peace.  But what real choice do people have?  Systems are locked in, and people are destined to just have to live in them.  

I can only set my own personal morals.  Live in peace.  Don’t intentionally hurt anyone else.  But, if I do, inadvertently, I beg forgiveness.

Conclusion 

India, a unified country, was split apart and divided in to two. Millions of people died, suffered, and are still suffering.  The heartache of them cannot be quantified.  The ones who left families and loved ones on the other side, still grieve for their homes, culture, neighbors, and loved ones lost and left behind.  

Were there any winners? It doesn’t seem so.  Jinnah, the architect of the partition of India, died of cancer a year after the creation of Pakistan.  Today, there are more Muslims in India than there were when Pakistan was created.

Since India was divided, the two countries have fought four wars.  Neighbors against each other.  Thousands have died.  Significant resources are spent continually on each side for border security and control.  There was no such cost when the countries were together.

Muslim culture is very rich.  I am a Hindu by birth.  But I love Urdu poetry, Muslim arts, and  great architecture that gave us treasures like Taj Mahal.  But now, only hatred and conflicts prevails for each other on both sides.

Some wars have been necessary in history, but most have been wars of choice, especially since World War II.  There are no winners in such wars.  Only temporary wins for some politicians, and continuing misery for the people caught between the egos and self interest of the few.

Humanity should be able to find a better way to live and coexist in peace and harmony. I like to have that hope.

Thank you.

I Am American, Thank You!

The other day, I was sitting in Mocha Moment, the cafe on the other side of town. There are hardly any good cafes in this city to hang out. I have had a long affinity with cafes. They have played an important role in my life. Mocha Moment is probably the only place here that serves this purpose. So, once in a while, I go there and hang out.

This day, I was just sitting there on a table by the window. Another person I had run in to there some time ago, Richard Wunder, saw me and came by. He sat down and we started having a nice conversation. Richard is an artist, in his early 80’s and with a broad outlook. We enjoy each other’s company. We never plan our meetings; they always happen per chance, once in a while, when I stop by at Mocha to pickup some coffee beans.

This afternoon, we were just sitting, and a man popped up from nowhere. He bent down and put his face, almost next to mine, and started talking in rapid fire. Are you an Indian? Are you Patel. (He didn’t even say it right, with emphasis on wrong syllables). I knew a Patel. Oh, they are something else. He owned a motel. His son works at a gas station. Oh, Indians are smart. And on and on he went. I couldn’t get a word in. His body language was sending a different message. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore.

I said – noooo! I am NOT a Patel. I am not a frog either. I see a broad horizon, beyond my pond. He didn’t get it. What would be the point. The damage was already done. As it has happened at many other times in the past. It hurts.

We immigrants work so hard to be a part of America like anyone else. Our American was not given to us. We were not born with it. We have worked very hard to earn it. It is an immense labor of love. We appreciate it, value it, and do everything we can to preserve it. We want nothing more than be regarded and accepted, like anyone else. But, alas, the skin color, and accent, comes in the way.

I came to America over 40 years ago, which is longer than more than half of America’s population today. I have been a citizen for over 28 years. My gestation period was much longer as well. Way over nine months. I have been preparing, studying, and learning about America for nearly 20 years, before I came here. Also, I did not come here for a bigger paycheck, or to escape any atrocities in India. India is a fine country, with centuries of culture and wisdom. It is the birth place of Buddhism, Yoga, Ayurveda, and much more.

I came here because I truly wanted to experience a wider world. Different cultures. I really appreciated American values and concepts of freedom, dignity, and anything is possible if you try ethos. In comparison, the studies show that more than half the school children today don’t even know who JFK was, and some can’t even recall Abraham Lincoln.

I came here in 1984, as a foreign student. As such, I had to pay out of state tuition, which was more than twice as much. Also, as a foreign student, I was not eligible for any student loans, financial aid, scholarships, or grants. I was not even allowed to work, with one exception. I could work on campus, at minimum wage, which was $3.35 per hour at the time. Even there, there was a limit of 20 hours per week.

I had come with about $23,000 in savings. But, with the high tuition and living expenses, that money was running out fast. The tuition was capped at 12 credits. Above that, additional classes didn’t cost more. So, I took on extra credits as well, to be able to save money and graduate as quickly as possible. I was doing 18 credit. Still, I could see problems ahead. My money would soon run out.

So, I decided to seek advice and find help. I wrote a letter to the Chancellor, Dr. James O’Connor, describing my situation and predicament. A few days later, his secretary, Susan, called and said that Dr. Connor wanted to see me. I went to his office, quite nervous. We met. He did not ask me anything. I still remember that meeting very vividly.

As soon as I entered his office, he smiled and asked me to sit down. The first words that he spoke were, “Anil, here is what we are going to do”:

  • We will wave your out of state tuition, with retroactive effect. Meaning, I will have to pay in-state tuition only. It also meant that the additional out-of-state portion that I had paid in the past three semesters will be reverted back to me, and applied towards the following semesters.
  • Next, that his secretary has already arranged work for me at the university store. I am to go and see John Hapka, the store manager, the same afternoon.

He wished me good luck and let me go. I was overwhelmed, overjoyed, and relieved. All of a sudden, my problems were solved. But, this was only the beginning, as I will find out a few months later.

I went to see John Hapka. A thoroughly delightful, pipe smoking, man. He put me to work right away. My first job was to go to different buildings and take inventory of the furniture. Count chairs and desks in the class rooms, furniture and lamps in the offices, and write the counts on the clip board. Some residence halls were getting renovated and items were being marked for sale. Student desks for $3, chairs for $2, and dressers for $5. I bought one myself, and still have it! I did a lot of tagging. John and I became good friends as well.

This humble beginning led to many other successes. A few months later, I got another call from Dr. Connor’s office. Susan, his secretary, wanted to see me. I went over there. She said, “Our graduate student who was managing the computer in our office, has suddenly left. He has transferred to Madison. Dr. Connor wants you to take his place, and manage the database”. She said, I don’t even know how to turn it on, and what is in there.

I didn’t know how to respond. I said, I don’t know anything about the computers or databases. She said, this is a university. Learn it! There are professors. I have already called Professor so and so. You go and see him. He will tell you what to do. And, by the way, we pay $8.75 an hour, more than twice of what I was getting at store, at $3.35 an hour.

I figured out, It was Dr. Connor’s way of helping me, while preserving my dignity.

It was 1986. PC’s were just emerging and computer applications came with very extensive manuals. The database program Dr. Connor’s office was using was called dBase III. I met the professor and he guided me through. I went to the library and checked out several manuals. I spent the entire weekend in the computer lab and figured out the basics of dBase III. I could launch the program, open the database file, view the records, select reports, and print them out. That’s what Susan, Dr. Connor’s secretary wanted to do. I was all excited. I couldn’t wait to go to her office on Monday morning and show what I had learned.

So, I went to Dr. Connor’s office on Monday morning and told Susan that I have figured it out. She said, ok. Turn it on. Those days, computers did not have graphic interface. They were analog. When you turned them on, a blue screen appeared on the monitor, with a blinking white dot on bottom left. It used to be called DOT Prompt. We had to type in commands, and press enter. If the command was correct, expected response appeared.

I turned on the computer. Dot prompt came. My hand was probably shaking. I carefully entered the command, and pressed enter. Those, days computers did not respond instantly; they took a few milliseconds. To me, that day, it was an eternity. Finally, screen lit up, and started scrolling with student records, row after row. Susan was watching over my shoulder. She jumped up, and screamed. You have done it! Didn’t I tell you, you can!

It is hard to describe my feeling. I felt great. That experience changed the trajectory of my career. Many good things happened after that. I was planning on doing my MBA in Marketing. I changed my major to Information Technology.

I got several other opportunities as well at UW-Whitewater. They had recently started a minority affairs department, and wanted to create a Uniform Minority Information System database (UMIS). They had also hired a new vice chancellor for the program, Dr. Roger Pulliam. I got a call from Dr. Pulliam. He wanted me to come and see him. He said, he wants me to develop the database for this new program. Dr. Connor has already cleared it. I will get whatever resources I need.

He gave me an independent office, the equipment needed, and also assigned two students to work with me. My office was twice the size of my professors. Our program was very successful. It helped us in keeping track of minority students success, and planning help and interventions as needed. We generated reports that went all the way to Washington DC to justify continued support of the program.

I graduated in time in 1992, with two degrees, a Bachelor’s in Marketing, and an MBA in Information Technology. Since I was not eligible for any loans, I came away with two degrees and zero debt. The hard work had paid off.

My final feather in the cap at UW was when I was offered a job as Information Specialist at UW-System, Madison, in the office of the university president at Bascom Hill. I took up that job soon after completing my MBA program and worked there for a year until leaving Wisconsin the following year.

The point is that America is a wonderful country. Help comes along when you need it, and if you are sincere. Also, you can succeed, if you are committed and willing to work hard towards your goal.

I had already gotten married an year ago, in 1991, to a woman from Janesville. She used to say, I married you because I believed you will take me away from Wisconsin. So, after graduation, I asked her, where do you want to go? She said, Colorado. I have always liked the mountains. I said OK.

We packed our bags and left for Denver on June 6, 1993. I didn’t have any job lined up, or anything. But, I had a lot of confidence and hope.

I found my first job within two months in Denver, at US West, the baby bell providing phone service to fourteen western states. Again, long stories, but I did well in my career.

People liked me and admired my work. But, I still felt being treated differently, sometimes nice different, and, at other times, otherwise. It was still hard to find assimilation, and true acceptance.

In 1996, we moved to California and lived there for twenty years. It was a different experience. There was a lot more diversity there. With the internet explosion, America needed a lot of skilled computer people, instantly, which we could not produce here, fast enough. India provided them. Many came here. They were accepted and respected.

When I joined PeopleSoft in the Silicon Valley, in 1997, there were only two Indians in the company. By the time I left there in 2005, there were hundreds. They did not take away jobs from Americans. We still had a huge shortage of skilled computer workers, and there still is, today.

I retired in 2015. The technology was changing rapidly. I was 62 years old. The next oldest person in the company was twenty years younger than me, at 42. I simply didn’t have the energy. In high tech industry, burn out rate is very high. You work on a global clock. If you can’t put in 14 hours a day, you can’t survive.

Even after retirement, the pressure was still there. I was still breathing the same air. Recruiters still called. I had a lot of experience, but no gas in the tank. It was hard to ignore the temptations. So, we decided to leave Silicon Valley and came back to Wisconsin in October 2016. We shipped the stuff here, and took a long five day road trip, from Redwood City, California to Janesville, Wisconsin. No more manic Mondays.

But, It has not been easy. I had forgotten being treated different, but it comes to fore here every so often. People still ask me here, where are you from. I hear the question, but it is the tone that matters. Sometimes, what I hear is not, where are you from, but, why are you here? To that tone, I answer, I am from this planet. Where are you from? They get surprised, and go silent.

I encourage curiosity, because it is a virtue. I am very curious myself. If I find other curious people, we are kindred souls. We can engage in curious discussions and learn from each other. I enjoy the conversations and companionship. But, prejudice is something else. It hurts.

Every religion professes that there is only one God, and he has created everything. All of us. He created this earth, mountains, oceans, land, and all creatures. What he certainly did not create were boundaries, silos, and nations, which also come and go. Then, how come, some people are treated as children of a lesser God? Isn’t that short sighted, and an insult to our creator as well. I, carefully, use the word short sighted, because history is evidence that creation of silos and nations has not solve any problems. It has only created wars, misery, unhappiness, and diminished human experience.

I have earned my America. It was not given to me. I did not inherit it. I was not born to it. I have really earned it, the hard way.

The biggest tragedy of the human experience is that we are born free, but are immediately tagged and put in to cages. We have a skin color, a country, a religion, a language, a social class, and more. This becomes our destiny. Most humans spend their entire lives in their cages. Some try to break free, and succeed. Many don’t. Nonetheless, it is a struggle. It is not easy. Doesn’t have to be this way, but that’s the way it is.

America is a great country. It is my country, it is your country. It is my home, it is your home. It is BIG. Please don’t make it small !

Thank you!

I, Me, and Myself

No one is ever really, truly, completely, lonely. We always have ourselves. A voice inside of us keeps talking to us – all the time.

Sometimes it’s a whisper – do this, do that; Or, don’t do this, don’t do that.

Sometimes it’s an echo of whatever we are feeling – I am sad, I am angry, something bad happened today. The incident keeps playing over and over again in our head, in a loop.

And, sometimes it is a reasoned dialogue. The other me, inside me, talks to me. It tries to make sense of things. It asks reasonable questions. It answers my questions, gives me suggestions, helps me solve my problems. If I have been thinking of buying something that I can’t really afford, it asks me, do I really need this?

These discussions can take place anytime. But, with me, they happen more at night, when I am asleep, in deep thoughts, in a dream state. I discovered this, years ago, when I was working in the high tech industry in California.

Sometimes, I worked on a really knotty problem and the solution just won’t come. No matter how hard I tried, discussed with my colleagues, dug into manuals, documentation, etc.

Then, totally frustrated and tired, I went to sleep. Deep in my sleep, the subconscious went to work. And a solution emerged. At times, completely different than what I was thinking earlier. A new approach. And it worked. It has happened to me enough times that now I totally trust in the subconscious – my other-self, inside me.

This is not a new, or unique, phenomenon. We all have this capacity. It is inherent in all of us. The problem is, we do not try to organize our own thoughts. We are not even aware that it can be done. This is well documented now with modern research. Even Einstein had explored it. New techniques for mind management and control such as hypnosis have emerged. Calming practices such as meditation and mindfulness have existed for centuries.

Our mind is like an unkempt garage or a basement, overflowing with stuff. We have been hoarding stuff in there forever and have never tried to organize it. Some of it is useful, even precious, but most doesn’t have much value. It is junk and clutter. It even smells bad and impacts our health, but we don’t make an effort to clean that garage or basement. The good news is that it can be done – cleaned, sorted, and organized.

We are our own best friends. And we need to treat ourselves as such. Often, we don’t. We have heard the saying many times, so and so is his or her own worst enemy. Many a times, that so and so, is me.

This comes from lack of introspection and letting our mind wander. If we make an effort, we can give our mind directions and stop wandering, change course as necessary.

Then, we can start expanding our circle. From inside out. First we improve our relationship with ourselves. This will make us happier. Others can see that as well. Happiness grows and spreads organically. If we are happy, we can make others happy. Happiness is like a perfume that permeates the environment around us. And, it helps with the loneliness problem as well. When others can smell that happy perfume, they want to get close to it.

This is not to minimize or undermine the loneliness problem. I know it only too well. But, it is also a fact that we can’t force other people into our lives. We have to find our own coping strategies.

Life is, what it is. If we are by ourselves, we have to make the best of it. Mind engagement is the key. With positive thinking, being proactive, creative, and keeping busy, we can do better.

Every man is an ocean, but very few take the time or courage to explore their own depths. Those few who do, sometimes find hidden treasures. But most just float on the surface their entire lives and don’t know what they are missing. What could have been…

I always try to remember that I may not have everything I want – but glass is always at least half full! That’s not too bad at all.

My 71st Birthday

Today is my birthday. I have completed 71 years. Every year, it is a time of reflection for me. Lately, it has also been a time for gratitude, to all those who have helped me on this journey and provided many happy and blissful moments.

It is a time of forgiveness, to both myself and others for any perceived wrongs done to me. Any moments of life should not be wasted on such emotions. After all, we all are human and don’t do everything right all the time.

Going forward, it is time for downsizing. Letting go of many unnecessary desires. Most likely, I have already experienced everything exotic that I wanted to enjoy; such as eating at French Laundry. If it happens again, It will only be a repeat. If not, I have already experienced it! So many don’t get to have that. It is also a time to let go of any resentments.

It is time to focus on being in nature, and becoming one with it. That’s essentially who we are. I enjoy gardening. I am happy when the vegetables and herbs in my garden are healthy. Because, they keep me healthy.

It is time to give back, in whichever way I can. Most important of which is sharing the life lessons I have learned.

I have been fortunate to have experienced two distinct cultures. Being born in India and having lived there the first 30 years, I learned a lot about the ancient wisdom of our ancestors. Growing up, all this knowledge was imbued in us to draw upon when needed. I have also read from our scriptures Vedas, Yoga, and Ayurveda. This has been of tremendous help in recent years to stay both physically and spiritually healthy.

All of this has been playing in my consciousness lately, and I want to share it with the world. Towards this goal, I am developing presentations at senior centers and elsewhere. People often ask me about India and especially Indian food. But very few, even Indians, really understand it. I am planning workshops to describe Indian food and how it emerged from spices as being medicines. Everyone these days knows about Turmeric, but there is so much more. There is so much in this world to share with each other. That’s what helps in bringing us closer together.

Finally, I am developing a book on American Values which have defined my life in the last forty years. I plan on releasing it on Amazon KDP platform within next two weeks. We the immigrants come here with cherished dreams. And to achieve that, we must learn and appreciate American Values, instead of taking everything for granted.
So, my dear friends and family, wish me luck. And I most sincerely wish you all a very happy life.

The Gathering Place

On Monday, September 9, 2024, Ginny went to Menards to pick up some household items. There she met a started talking. Ginny told her how we had moved away from here in 1993 and were gone for over 20 years. We had returned almost eight years ago in 2016 and were still not quite settled. We hardly have any friends here and hardly know anybody. Since we are retired, there are not many opportunities to meet new people.

This lady told Ginny about The Gathering Place in Milton, about seven miles from our home. The way she described it, it sounded really interesting. They are housed in a beautiful building with nice backyard and have over 700 members. They keep a busy calendar, and have a lot of activities. They even have writers group that meets every Wednesday. When she heard that, she was really excited. She couldn’t wait to get home and tell me about it.

When she described this place to me, I was really curious. It seemed promising. We decided to go and check it out. We had things to do for the next few days. Three days later, on Friday the 13th, 2024, we went over there. I immediately liked it. The building and environment did not like a typical and drab senior center. This place was beautiful, spacious and lively. There are many sitting areas and several small groups were sitting here and there. One nice lady gave us a tour of the facility. We had a nice conversation with these ladies. I told them that I have done a lot of work in happiness are and that I am in the process of developing some happiness workshops. I also told them of my interest in yoga and cooking. They were quite intrigued and told me that their program’s coordinator will get in touch with me. We promised to come back again in a few days. Writers group was scheduled to meet on coming Wednesday, in five days.

Three days later, on Monday, 9/16th, Goli, their program coordinator called me. I had a very nice long conversation with her. I could sense that she was also intrigued with me and wanted to know more. She invited me to come and visit in two days on Wednesday, 9/18th and check out the writers group.

I dutifully went there on next Wednesday and met the writers group. There were about twenty people there. Most in there mid to late 70’s. Four of them stepped up to the podium and read from their memoirs. One gentleman remembered when the electricity had arrived on their farm in mid 1950’s. He had written a piece about and titled it, When the Farm Got Electrified. He read a few pages from this memoir. It was beautiful. Another lady wrote about a single room school that she, or her mother had attended. How the boys used to pull pranks and bully the girls. Very poignant. Some things never seem to change. Another woman read a beautiful poem. When everyone was done, I was also couldn’t hold my excitement and found the nerve to get up and say a few words about something I had experienced just the evening before. I expressed my thoughts on how do writers write, how does writing happen. It was very well received. I felt quite happy. I had enjoyed this first visit very much.

Afterwords, Goli, the programs coordinator invited me to her office to discuss my programs for seniors ideas. We had a wonderful meeting. Goli has asked me to visit again on the 24th. A Swedish professor from UW-Madison is coming to talk about Hegge, a Swedish practice of happiness. I am looking forward to it.

Coffee and Computers

Coffee, Computers and the Internet: How They Have Changed Our Lives and the World

Coffee and Computers

The Indian Coffee House

I started writing a story about my life long romance with coffee. Soon, computers came into it. It couldn’t be helped. So, this is a story about both. Take your pick. This story evolves as the worlds of coffee and computers have evolved over the past 50 plus years.

My romance with coffee began in 1967 when I was 14 years old. I lived in old Delhi, about a mile away from the Connaught Place in New Delhi. I lived on the periphery of these two cities which were like conjoined twins, but with very different personalities. There was a place called the Indian Coffee House in the very heart of Connaught Place. This is where this story begins.

For many years, I visited this Indian Coffee House almost every day and it literally shaped my life. I can say with absolute certainty that my life would not have been what it is if this coffee house did not exist. This place has a fascinating history. It was opened in 1955 and located in literally the very heart of New Delhi in Connaught Place, which itself is designed as a circle with an inner and an outer ring. It’s a wheel and spokes design with six roads emanating from its center, hexagonally, in both directions. At the very center is a park with a radial road around it. Indian Coffee House was situated at the inner edge of one spoke and right across from the park. The road to its right was Parliament Street, which led to the Parliament, about a mile away; and the road to its left was Janpath that housed many upscale shops and a cottage industries emporium selling arts and crafts artifacts from all Indian States. This road also led to the India Gate and Rajpath, leading to the Rashtrapati Bhavan, the presidential palace.

This coffee house was the fulcrum of Indian life. People from all walks walked through this place every day, some many times, in between their other activities. Some lingered there all day long from opening till close. Many luminaries including no less than nine prime ministers, union ministers, lesser politicians of all stripes, intellectuals, journalists, artists, students, foreign tourists from all over the world, and even the bus loads of hippies looking like Beatles came there in VW vans in late 60’s to early 70’s. The flower children, as they were called.

Some of them were adventurers, some were tourists, and some simply confused young people, weary of the draft and disenchanted with the ongoing Vietnam war. Many others were exploring spirituality, yoga, Hare Krishna, OSHO and movements of many other flavors in vogue at the time. Many were simply trying to figure out what they wanted to do with their lives, just as I was. Charles A. Reich explored this phenomenon in his 1979 book, The Greening of America. It attempts to explain the counterculture of the 1960s, their values, and why so many young people were doing what they were doing, including rock n roll, drugs, and fascination with the east, especially India.

As an impressionable young kid, I absorbed a variety of experiences from hanging out at this coffee house and meeting lots of people from all over with different perspectives – social, political, intellectual, cultural, and even global. This would make me the man that I will become in future. Needless to say, that I do not know of any other person from the community where I was born and where my home was who turned out to be like me. Home was a place where I went to sleep at night. I lived and grew up somewhere else, and my real life was shaping and happening there.

In 1971, I entered Hindu College. This happened after an interlude of three years in which I had to drop out of school due to a glitch in the system. One had to be 16 years of age to take the Higher Secondary, or pre-college exam. I was only 14 when I reached that point, so I could not take that exam. There were other factors as well that kept me out for another year. So, in a way, I attended Indian Coffee House for three years. As it turned out, I got some very valuable real-life education and experiences there.

Hindu College was and remains one of the best and most prestigious institutions in Delhi University. I loved my years there. I was on the debating teams. Several of my fellow students grew up to be future business and political leaders of India. Shashi Tharoor across the street was at St. Stephen’s College is one of them. He went on to become a diplomat at the UN, a Union Minister, and is now a Member of Parliament. Hardeep Puri from Hindu is a Union Minister now and several others gained prominent positions in industries, arts, and other areas. All of them frequented Indian Coffee House regularly.

Mumbai 1977 – 1982

Nariman Point

In 1977, I left Delhi and moved to Bombay, now Mumbai. There I worked at Lintas, a premier advertising agency. It was a really fancy place and was a gateway to Bollywood for many. They started here as models for advertising commercials and many found a breakthrough into movies. Lintas had beautiful offices in Express Towers at Nariman Point. My own office had a window overlooking the rooftop swimming pool of the 5-star Oberoi Hotel and the Arabian Sea beyond. Those were the heady days. In the evenings, we went over to the Shamiana coffee shop at another iconic hotel at the Gateway of India, the Taj Mahal.

At Shamiana, they served a South Indian brew they called the South Indian Brahmin Coffee. I don’t know what it had got to do with Brahmins, but the taste was exquisite and still lingers in my mouth even 50 years later. I have been coming back to south India for many years now, but somehow not been able to find quite the same taste. Perhaps, it is just my nostalgia that won’t let go!

Coffee Dens of the World

My love of coffee has taken me to diverse coffee dens all over the world. I have been to coffee houses in Saudi Arabia, Cairo, Morocco, Istanbul, Paris, London, Rome, Vienna, and Berlin. All of these places are steeped in culture, traditions, and history. The coffee preparation and consumption ways vary as well.

Coffee was first discovered in Ethiopia in the 15th century. From there, it was brought to Yemen a few decades later. To this day, Yemen Mokha (or Mocha), remains my favorite. But it is hard to find these days due to war and political turmoil in Yemen. Coffee was originally used by Muslim Sufis to help in concentration. So, it is said. It was served in villages and by Bedouins in deserts of Africa and Arabia as a welcome gesture and hospitality drink to the visitors. In early 80’s, I spent some time in the Middle East. I visited many Kehwah and Hookah shops in Saudi Arabia, Casablanca, and Istanbul. In each place coffee is brewed differently. People in African and Arabian villages still roast their beans in clay pots or aluminum pans over open wood fire or coals and hand grind it in stone mills. Then it is brewed in traditional vessels.

Coffee came to the Europe a century later than Arabia. It was brought to Hungary by Turks in 1526 when they invaded the country. From there, it quickly found its way to Vienna, then to Paris and other parts of Europe. Many iconic cafes emerged in major European cities, especially Paris and Vienna.

Cafe de Flore still remains the most well-known cafes in the world. It has had an outsized influence on many social institutions and culture. It is said that French Revolution may not have happened if there were no Cafes in Paris. True or not, it highlights their importance in history.

Cafes were breeding grounds and workshops of thinkers, philosophers, writers, artists, politicians, radicals, and even revolutionaries. Cafe de Flore, and its adjacent Les Deux Magots in Paris were in a class of their own. Many historical figures of the time including Hemingway, James Joyce, Andre Breton, Jean-Paul Sartre, Picasso, and many more were regulars and found a home and community there. It was also a hub of expatriate writers and artists from all over the world. Many a literary career began there. A popular coffee brewing method, the French Press was also invented in Paris in 1852 by Jacques-Victor Delforge.

Coffee is now prepared and consumed in many different ways in different parts of the world. Methods range from simple drip to French Press, AeroPress, Chemex, Pour Over (my favorite), Siphon. Pods, Capsules and others.

At the extreme end, there are sophisticated machines that can precisely control every aspect of coffee making including coffee grounds measured in microns, moisture, calcium content of water, precise temperature, relative humidity and even compensate for the air breeze flowing around the coffee machine, and produce the ultimate cup. These machines cost thousands of dollars.

Coffee Comes to America

This brings me to the most significant coffee revolution in its history and modern times. The seeds of this revolution were planted in 1966. Alfred Peet came to the United States from the Netherlands in 1955. He was 35 years old. He loved his coffee, but couldn’t find it here. Coffee in America was really bad back then. America did not have a coffee culture, whereas Europe had it there for more than a hundred years. Peet missed it. Badly!

So, Peet decided to introduce ‘real’ coffee to America. He opened Peet’s Coffee store on April 1, 1966 at 2124 Vine Street, Berkeley, California. He only sold high quality coffee and beans. The venture was an immediate success. There was a ready and eagerly awaiting clientele for something like this. The famous University of California – Berkeley was literally next door, a few blocks away, with thousands of students and an upscale sophisticated community. Peet could have easily expanded, but he was not interested. He was more passionate about coffee than coffee business. The store still exists and is a famous landmark. I spent 20 years in California Bay Area and used to visit this place often.

Around the same time in 1969 or so, three students from the nearby University of San Francisco started coming around to Peet’s Coffee. They were originally from Seattle and saw a potential of starting a similar high quality coffee beans store there. They discussed the idea with Peet and he agreed to help them. Peet taught them all about coffee.

Jerry Baldwin, Zev Siegl, and Gordon Bowker, the three students, went back to Seattle, Washington, and opened their first coffee store at 2000 Western Avenue, on March 30, 1971. They named it Starbucks.

Five years later, in 1976, they moved the store to its now famous location at 1912 Pike Place, Seattle. For the first few years, they bought their green beans from Peet, but in 1973, Peet stopped selling them beans and trained their own roastmaster Jim Reynolds instead. Now, the three musketeers were truly on their own.

A few more years went by. In early 1980’s Peet indicated that he wanted to retire. In 1984, Starbucks purchased Peet’s Coffee business altogether. It took them some time to absorb it and open a few more stores. By 1986, there were six coffee stores operating under Starbucks name. All in Seattle. They had also started selling espresso by then. All stores were doing very well. The three former college students had come a long way and were very happy.

Howard Schultz Dreams Big

Howard Schultz
Howard Schultz, the president of Starbucks Coffee Co., says high quality has gained loyal customer base. July 1988 photo by Gilbert Arias, Seattle P-I

In 1982, Starbucks had hired Howard Schultz as Marketing Director. He visited Italy for the first time in 1983 on a buying trip. He was fascinated by the coffee culture there. He imagined huge opportunities to do the same in USA. When he came back from the Italy trip, he prepared a big presentation to Starbucks owners about huge growth opportunities. But the owners were not interested. They were happy with what they had. They did not want to expand. Howard was very frustrated. Every day that went by was a risk of losing to someone else. So, after a while, Schultz parted ways and went out on his own. He started another cafe nearby in 1985. He called it Il Giornale. It was successful, but Howard had big ideas. Really BIG!

Starbucks Revolution – That Almost Didn’t Happen

The opportunity came in 1986. It began with a sputter, and how it finally happened is fascinating. Starbucks probably would not be what it is today if William H. Gates Sr., father of Microsoft founder Bill Gates did not help Howard Schultz to acquire it.

In 1987, the founder of Starbucks, Jerry Baldwin, was looking to sell the six stores company for $3.8 million. They offered an exclusive deal to Schultz and gave him 90 days to raise the money. Schultz was obviously ecstatic. But in the next two months he had been able to raise only half the money.

In the meanwhile, some other forces were working in the background against him. One of the investors from his current venture from Il Giornale had reached out to Jerry Baldwin and made a counter offer of $4 million cash. Schultz was shocked and panicked. He knew who had made the offer. It was one of the three big business titans in Seattle at the time, one of whom had invested in Il Giornale, and tasted the potential.

At that time, one of Schultz friends and attorney Scott Greenberg mentioned that he might be able to help. Greenberg knew Bill Gates Sr., who was a towering figure in Seattle, both in person and stature. He was six-foot-seven and a force to be reckoned with. He listened to the entire story and told Schultz, “We are going to take a walk.” Schultz heart was racing. He said, “Where?” He said, ‘We are going to see the man’. They went to see the competitive buyer, the titan. Bill Gates Sr walked into this person’s office and said to him: ‘you should be ashamed of yourself that you’re going to steal this kid’s dream. It is not going to happen. You and I both know this is not going to happen.’ “With in 10 minutes, he told him to stand down, we’re walking out of this office and this kid’s buying this company,” That’s just what happened. In August 1987, Schultz bought Starbucks for $3.8 million. End of story. Or, is it? Turned out, it was just the beginning.

On October 19, 1987, the first Starbucks outside of Seattle opened in Chicago. At that time, I was a student at the University of Wisconsin, about 100 miles from the Chicago Starbucks. A few weeks later, I, along with a group of my friends, went to see this Starbucks. I still remember my first foamy coffee there, called Cafe Latte.

Starbucks Grows Big

The rest is history, as they say. Chicago still holds the distinction of having the largest, four stories high, Starbucks in the world. It is located on Michigan Avenue, also referred to as The Magnificent Mile. The store is operated under their exclusive line called – Starbucks Reserve Roastery. The centerpiece of this store is a 56-foot steel cask, the company’s tallest, where coffee beans go to rest and de-gas after being roasted. It is a beautiful sculptural blend of form and function.

As of March 2023, Starbucks was operating over 38,000 stores and serving over 10 million customers a day in 84 countries. It had an annual revenue of over $32 Billion, as of 2023. Starbucks has announced that it plans to double this number worldwide, enter new countries, and further expand product lines.

The Third Wave

The Starbucks success spawned many other coffee brands and chains all over the world. In the United States, other brands that took off include Gloria Jeans, The Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf, Lavazza, Blue Bottle, Philz, Allegro, Collectivo, Slumptown, Counter Culture, Third Wave, and others. They serve many more millions of customers every day, everywhere.

This revolution is continuing. The next level of coffee shops, beyond Starbucks and Costa Cafes layer, are beginning to emerge. They are like the micro-breweries of the beer industry. They are also referred to as The Third Wave. These artisan shops are taking coffee passions to a new level, from obscure specialty farms beans to precise roasting, brewing, and the ultimate cup.

There is another important element to note here. It is somewhat sad as well. In spite of enormous success of Starbucks and other chains, the people who make it all possible, the coffee growers all over the world, have not benefited in equal measure, or anywhere close to it. Starbucks buys about 800 million pounds (360 million kilograms) of coffee from farmers all over the world. It spends about $960 million on buying green beans, and pays about $1.2 per pound, ($2.65 per kilogram), or just about 3% of total revenue. One would hope that coffee growers would do better.

As of 2023, there were approximately 25 million families involved in coffee growing and production all over the world, producing roughly 10.4 million tons (10,400 kilograms tons) of coffee per year.

The Dawn of a New Age: Computers, Internet, and Web

As enormously successful Starbucks and coffee story is as a business, however, there is another subtle fact that is often overlooked that made the coffee revolution possible and so pervasive in our lives. It was the convergence of several forces that were changing and homogenizing the lifestyle of an entire new generation all over the world. These were computers, internet, web, social media, online shopping, offshore sourcing, foreign workers insourcing, and globalization of an entire new generation worldwide. This generation was living and working the same way everywhere, and coffee shops became a big part of their lives.

The new way was replacing the old institutions. United States is a perfect example. There, the shopping malls, once the hub of life, and downtowns are dying or decaying, whereas online institutions are thriving.  In 2023, many stores closed doors on Market Street in San Francisco due to lack of business and vandalism.  San Francisco Center, an upscale multistory shopping mall shut down as well.  The area now looks like a ghost town and is saddled with homeless people in makeshift tents.  This would have been unthinkable a few years ago.  The reasons for this are many and complex.  But a key aspect is changing lifestyle of the new generation and their purchasing habits.

Microsoft and Apple were founded around the same time in 1975 and 1976. Steve Jobs and Bill Gates were both working on moving beyond Atari 800 and Commodore 64, the two 8-bit home computers at the time, introduced at the 1982 Winter Consumer Electronics Show.  But two companies had different focus.  Microsoft was working on developing computer operating systems that will be licensed to computer manufacturers and software applications like word processor, spreadsheet, presentations, and database management.  Apple had a different approach. Jobs wanted to control the entire range of their products from end to end including computers, operating system, and software applications.  They did not want to license their technology to others.  These different approaches will have significant impact on the company’s future. 

In 1985, Steve Jobs was forced out of Apple, due to disagreement with its CEO at the time John Scully.  Both wanted to take company in different directions.  Jobs left and founded NeXT Inc. The name NeXT probably had dual connotations. It was next generation of computers and/or a next gig for Steve Jobs, after Apple Computers. NeXT was designed as a diskless computer.  Jobs vision was that in future all computing will be networked. No one else saw this happening and its huge potential that will permeate every aspect of human life on the planet. Internet had not yet emerged. How correct he was!  It is happening now and we call it cloud computing.

In 2007, when he was once again at the helm at Apple, Jobs changed the company name from Apple Computers to just Apple Inc.  It was a strategic move and emphasized that Apple was a consumer electronics company and not just a computer company.  We all know the results.  The company was reborn and has become world’s most valuable company by selling iPhones, iPads, Watches and other devices.

In 1981, IBM released its first personal computer called IBM PC (model 5150) on August 12, 1981. This became the de facto PC standard, produced later by many companies. They are still called PC, decades later.

Apple 1 was first released on April 1, 1976. However, the first Macintosh with a built-screen, GUI interface, and mouse for navigation did not arrive until 1984. These two inventions – GUI, and mouse – probably had the biggest impact on computers industry, until the arrival of the internet a few years later.

Internet is Born

internet

The internet was started in the 1960’s as a government research project in the United States.  In the beginning, computers were large clunky machines, and there was no standard way for them to share information and talk with each other.   This was a huge limitation and led to the formation of ARPANET (Advanced Research Projects Agency Network). This will later evolve in to what is now called internet, and the development of a standard protocol for all diverse computers to be able to connect and work with each other.  This protocol was called TCP/IP. TCP/IP stands for Transmission Control Protocol/Internet Protocol and is a suite of communication protocols used to interconnect network devices on the internet. It was on January 1, 1983 and this date is considered the official birthday of the internet.

Internet dawned slowly in the world around 1990. But it grew fast. Really fast! In the beginning, there was no easy way to access the internet. People had no idea what to do with it beyond the academics who exchanged research papers and collaborated with each other. Even that was very tedious. There was no bandwidth. The modems were crawling slow with the original ones with a speed of just 64 kbps. When 256 kbps modems came around, they were marketed as blazing fast!

Even computers were very slow. They didn’t even have a hard disk! Data was stored on flexible floppy disks that had to be inserted in one or two available slots on the computers. The largest disks could hold a maximum of 1.2 megabyte of data. The maximum installed RAM was one megabyte for a long time.

There was no GUI interface. One still had to type commands on dot prompts to do anything. Then lines scrolled down painfully slowly. Sometimes, everything on screen suddenly disappeared!  It was called, “Blue Screen of Death”.

It was still magical though. No one had seen anything better yet beyond the typewriters. The first computer applications to emerge were word processors, followed by spreadsheets and database applications. In early 90’s, if one knew how to use Lotus 123, a spreadsheet software, and dBase lll, a database application, one could write their own ticket in corporate America.

By mid 90’s, computers had penetrated the corporate world completely. All Fortune 500 companies had internet presence. Things were moving very fast. Search engines started popping up. Yahoo was the first one, way before Google. Online America, a categorized information search application came next. There were message boards. Email came around. First email service that people could sign up for was Hotmail, launched by Sabeer Bhatia, an Indian entrepreneur, in 1996.

Google, Facebook, LinkedIn, Amazon, social media, and e-commerce had not arrived yet. But it won’t be long. Seems like all these apps were waiting for one door to open. An easy-to-use web browser with visual interface, a mouse, and network bandwidth. All of that happened within months to a couple of years.

World Wide Web

Tim Berners-Lee
Tim Berners-Lee

The World Wide Web system, later simply called just Web, was invented at CERN in Switzerland by Tim Berners-Lee in 1989. But hardly anyone knew about it beyond the academics.

In 1993, a student named Marc Andreesen at the University of Illinois Urbana-Champagne created a user-friendly web browser called Mosaic. This was the true beginning of the internet revolution. Soon enough, Mosaic became Netscape, then Mozilla Firefox. Both Microsoft and Apple released their own browsers. Then internet just seemed to explode overnight. The invention of the web browser made it possible for the world to access the world wide web with ease, and everything else that came after it. This literally was the door that opened the Web to the World.

There was another phenomenon emerging to coincide with the two – A New Generation. Literally. These 20 somethings were ready to change the world. Some of these 20 somethings had already started it and more will come.

Internet vs Web

People often do not make a distinction between the internet and the web and think they are the same thing. In reality they are two completely different things. Internet is just a network of computers, millions and billions of them, connected to each other.  Whereas, web is the actual content that we see on the screens, or web pages.  Another way of describing this distinction is to think of internet as a network of roads, without any vehicles on it. The vehicles travel on the network of roads and get from one place to another.  Similarly, information travels on interconnected network of computers and from computer to computer.

All the information on the internet is collected in distinct pages.  Each of these pages have a unique identification address. It is called URL. These unique URLs hyperlinked and connected with each other create distinct websites and their content. And all of these pieces of information residing on the internet are collectively called the web or World Wide Web of information as it was originally called.

Internet Pioneers

These names include: Tim Berners-Lee (WEB), Marc Andreesen (Web Browser Mosaic), Jerry Yang (Yahoo Search Engine], Larry Page, Sergey Brin (Google Search Engine), Sabeer Bhatia (Hotmail), Peter Thiel (PayPal), Jack Dorsey (Twitter), Jeff Bezos (Amazon), Mark Zuckerberg (facebook).