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The Meaning of Shantiwallah

§ October 18th, 2010 § Filed under writing § Tagged , § 5 Comments

I’ve had this incarnation of my blog since 2006 and nobody has ever asked me what the name means until this past month (September 2010), which I find quite interesting.  I wonder what conclusions people have drawn. It’s basically a word I stitched together myself from two Hindi words, shanti*, meaning peace, and wallah (or wala or walla) meaning a person who sells or peddles something. For example, a chaiwallah is a person who sells chai/tea. But translating it word for word to peace peddler doesn’t fully capture what I mean.

I believe a lot of what makes up our being comes from the people we come into contact with. Every day we see others doing things and then make a decision to either adapt or reject the behavior or value. Sometimes the decision is conscious on our part and sometimes it is unconscious. Sometimes the actions or behavior of the people we see are conscious, and sometimes not. I’ve been fortunate enough to meet many people who have inspired and affected me positively. It may be surprising that many of these people, including my heroes, are just normal people trying to do their thing in the world. They are people whose effect on me has been occasionally subtle yet always profound. Here are a few examples:

My mentor who showed me that the skills I’ve been learning my whole life can actually be put to good use outside of the classroom as well as inside. He showed me exactly what I was looking for and changed my life’s direction without even knowing it.

Korean parents who give up their personal life and live apart from each other to bring their kids to New Zealand just so they can get an education that will put them a step higher.

My Samoan literacy students who live in basic conditions away from their families indefinitely so that they can send little brothers and sisters to school back home.

Close friends who have their own dramas, but would drop everything to help me out if I needed it.

A Japanese professor I met who went to live with an elderly man in northern Australia who was the last speaker of his language. The Japanese professor learned the language from him and, after the man died, taught it back to the next generation in order to keep the language alive.

Countless people who have either been examples to me or helped me directly with changing my livelihood to writing for  no personal gain whatsoever.

My teenage Tongan student who resisted the pressure of joining a local gang in order to play alongside Samoans (who would’ve been in the rival gang) in a rugby team (This is the thing that fascinates me about sport in general, even though I don’t play or even watch much of it).

Witnessing positive actions such as these is like being handed a cup of chai from the chaiwallah. With tea, you take it and drink it. The spices nourish your body and the caffeine sharpens your awareness. By the same token, the “wares” handed to me by these accidental shantiwallahs nourish my mind and open my eyes. So, what is the meaning of shantiwallah? It’s really about how I see people as teachers and all the amazing lessons I’ve learnt and continue to learn from them.

*Shanti can also mean ‘slowly’ as in the popular Indian phrase “Shanti, shanti” .When someone says this to you, they are basically saying “Slow it down. It’ll happen when it happens”, or “chill out”. Incidentally, this is my Flickrname and I thought about using it for my blog name, but it was already taken.

Graduation Day

§ July 6th, 2010 § Filed under writing § Tagged , , , § 6 Comments

Just a little taste. You know you want to!

So, here we are on WordPress. My blog has grown up.  It was born in Japan on Blogger at a time when I didn’t really like how WordPress worked, but now it seems all the action is going on over here. Sorry Blogger! I know you’ve served us well, my blog and I, and I know you are trying to change, but it was time for us to move on. It’s time for Shantiwallah to graduate to her own space.

This has been no easy feat. Although I have no background in webbuilding, it was suggested to me that I take up my own server.  Sure, I thought. How hard can it be? I’ve always wanted to learn more about that and I can just learn as I go. Incidentally, this is how I do a lot of things. If I want to do something, I can be pretty stubborn. It doesn’t matter if I know how or not, if I want to do it, somehow my rationality goes out the door. Love is much better than rationale. When you love an idea, you go at it full force and problems can just seem like little challenges. But when you head into something rationally, it’s like you are saying, “Well, I probably can’t do this, but I’ll see how it goes.”. That’s not to say I can’t be rational about other things, important things. And that’s not to say I didn’t want to give up on moving my blogs to my own server about 600 times when it took much longer than I imagined it would and I couldn’t find the coding where I could change this colour or that (still working on that!). Yes, a bit of rationality would have helped me to keep my blogs going while I learned all I needed to know about coding and the like. But that would’ve taken forever! I don’t have forever. I want to be able to plug something in the back of my head and learn to fly a helicopter in seconds like they did in the Matrix. I’m an all or nothing girl. The perfectionist in me really wanted everything just so, but the writer in me just wanted to get on with things. So, after what seems like eons, I’m writing again on Shantiwallah and I can adjust the little niggles as I learn. The amazing transforming blog! Watch this space! Thar she blows! Well, OK, let’s not liken my blog to Moby Dick.

So, I’m posting this with a little piece of something delicious to try to entice back my abused and neglected readers. I’ve thought about you and I’ve missed you. I promise! If I could actually send you a real cake so you could feel the sugar high and have the need to scrape chocolate from your teeth, I would.