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Friday, June 6, 2014

Driving Trip to Florida

Driving Trip to Florida

Cherry Blossoms in Maryland.

This past April, when Zina had a two-week vacation from her school, we decided to spend some of that time taking a trip to Florida. We left New York on April 12^th,which was a Saturday, and headed to Maryland, where we would spend the first night at our friend Sumitra’s house. The next day, Sumitra, her husband Keshab and her 85-year-old Mother got into the car with us. Radhika’s Mitini (best friend), Pancha Maya, was also with us, making us seven in the car. Before continuing further south to Florida, we visited the cherry blossoms in bloom in Maryland, and then we crossed Washington DC. We had made an appointment to have tea with the President, of course, but to my disappointment he was not available, having other things apparently higher on his priority list than having tea with us.

That night, Sunday the 13^th, we spent in a nice motel in Georgia. Everything along the road in Georgia was pretty to look at and the next day, leaving Georgia behind, we drove many hours until we reached Orlando. We decided to skip Disney World since everyone in the car was old except Zina, and she had already been there once anyway, six years ago. So we continued on to the home of Radhika’s cousin Sunny, who lives two or three hours from Orlando at 4743 NW 82nd Ave., Lauderhill, FL 33351. Sunny lives with her mother, her husband and their two little boys. They also have three dogs, in three varied sizes, the littlest one making all the noise. Sunny kept them in the bedroom, and her mother made a big dinner for us. We spent the night there, and then the next day we drove all the way down to Palm Beach.

At the entrance of Disney World, Orlando, FL.

In Palm Beach we took a little sightseeing trip on a boat, with the captain very busy showing everyone the houses belonging to all the famous actresses and actors and basketball stars and Cuban singers. He pointed out one that had belonged to Elizabeth Taylor and another belonging to Jackie Chan, and we were told that those islands are strictly exclusive to the people who own those palaces, and to visit, one needs a special invitation from a resident. Some of the homes pay taxes of $10,000 a month, and one particular house had 80 palm trees imported from Africa planted around his yard, each one costing $10,000. People were living in heaven on earth in this place in these trophy houses, some of them for just one week a year while spending the rest of the time elsewhere, making movies or doing whatever else they do. Then we drove around looking at all the fabulous gardens and houses in this unimaginable paradise. Everything was green and lush on every road.

We also took a noisy boat ride through the Everglades. It was full of birds and crocodiles and all kinds of plants and weeds. The boat held 15 or 20 people, and we went speeding through the swamp with the motor up above the roof. The blades couldn’t be beneath the boat because the giant weeds in the water would jam them in no time, and with the motor over our heads, the boat just glided over the water. When it stopped, crocodiles would come towards us trying to sniff us out, but then the boat would move again so as not to give the crock a chance to grab anybody, thankfully. They look very weird, the crocks did, with their always-wanting- something-to-eat expression—and given the chance it would definitely grab someone, and that person would be eaten. It was a package tour, and towards the end of the program they had a crocodile show in an enclosure. There were quite a few crocodiles in this place, where a young man and woman gave demonstrations. These were all crocks that had been captured from people’s back yards rather than the wild—crocks who had attacked pets, etc. They were stray crocodiles, we were told, picked up from the road and from yards. The man explained things about them while woman climbed onto the crocks and played with them. She could put her chin at the tip of the crock’s snout and terrible open mouth, fearlessly. The crock was held inert under her weight. I took some pictures of that moment. It’s not something I would ever try myself without becoming an expert. The woman would also tempt the crock by putting her hand right near its mouth and then snatch it away just as the crock snapped at her. It was an extraordinary thing to see.

Daredevil Demonstration with Crocodile. Everglades, Fl.

Back at Sunny’s house, we spent another night after a grocery shopping. Her mother, Radhika and Sumitra made dumplings for dinner, which was delicious. The next day we bid farewell to Sunny and her family and headed back North. We spent the night near Orlando. From there, on April 18^th, we drove many hours back Maryland, arriving at Sumitra and Keshab’s house at almost midnight, and spent the night there.

With Sunny’s family at her residence. Lauderhill, Fl.

April 19th we drove back to New York, Zina, Radhika and myself. Before making the trip to Florida I had thought, Oh, boy this will be an adventure. And as they say, curiosity killed the cat and satisfaction brought it back. It’s a good place, Florida, overall. I would imagine it would be a nice place to live. But you do have floods and hurricanes to worry about. I would have liked to visit Key West, but it was a little too far. I think it would be interesting to go back there some time, to see where Ernest Hemingway, Tennessee Williams and Harold Stevenson all spent time. I would definitely visit Florida again, but as for living, I have to say that I’m happy where I am, in New York. And even through hurricane Sandy and a few blackouts, we’ve been very lucky that our house has never been affected.

On May 14^th, I attended the submission of one million signatures to the Secretary General Ban Ki Moon at United Nations, gathered as part of a campaign to declare Lumbini, Nepal the birthplace of the Buddha. The UNESCO World Heritage Site has already declared Lumbini, Nepal as his birthplace, but the signatures were intended to remind people that Buddha was born in Nepal and achieved his enlightenment in India, since some school textbooks have mistakenly printed India as his birthplace. As printed on the World Heritage web site:

“Siddhartha Gautama, the Lord Buddha, was born in 623 B.C. in the famous gardens of Lumbini, which soon became a place of pilgrimage. Among the pilgrims was the Indian emperor Ashoka, who erected one of his commemorative pillars there. The site is now being developed as a Buddhist pilgrimage centre, where the archaeological remains associated with the birth of the Lord Buddha form a central feature.”

Few years earlier, a handful of people started a campaign to collect signatures to reinforce information about Buddha’s birthplace and further spread it around the globe, an effort spearheaded by Prem Guragain.

May 14^th saw a very colorful group of people with Nepali flags and some wearing Nepali dress gathered with news media personnel in front of the United Nations on the occasion of the Buddha’s birthday. It was a full moon day. According to the legend, Buddha was born on a full moon day on 623 B.C. He also achieved enlightenment on a full moon day and died on a full moon day, which makes full moon day very sacred in Buddhism.

The event was reported on in the Himalayan Times:

http://www.thehimalayantimes.com/

Nepalese people with Nepali flags in front of UN building on the occasion of Buddha Jayanti for the campaign to submit a million signatures to Secretary General Mr. Ban Ki Moon. May 14th 2014. New York NY.

Indra Tamang

06/06/2014

Friday, April 11, 2014

NEPALI PRIME MINISTER WINS THE DISTINCTION OF THE POOREST WORLD LEADER

NEPALI PRIME MINISTER WINS THE DISTINCTION OF THE POOREST WORLD LEADER

Prime Minister Sushil Koirala arriving at JFK airport, NY.

Not long ago, I posted a blog piece about Prime Minister Sushil Koirala, soon after he was elected. Now he’s in the world news again for having edged out José Mujica, the president of Uruguay, for the title of Poorest World Leader.

Both leaders are admired for their frugality and known for being truly concerned about the welfare of ordinary people. But even though President Mujica is reported to sometimes work without wearing any shoes, he does own a very old Volkswagen Beetle, which in 2010 had a value of $1,900. Prime Minister Koirala owns no car and his only property of any value are three mobile phones, one of which doesn’t work. His rejection of his own inheritance in favor of living a life of austerity and public service is considered the exception rather than the rule, since not many politicians anywhere appear to have an interest in following his example, or that of President Mujica.

The Himalayan Times, however, posted a different kind of article about one of Prime Minister Koirala’s activities in Kathmandu yesterday: the inauguration of a five-day Mahatma Gandhi Story Telling in the capitol, organized by the Mahendra Narayan Nidhi Memorial Foundation. During his inauguration, PM Koirala spoke of Gandhi’s commitment to non-violence and peace. He stressed that movements of non-violence would bring about positive social and political changes, and praised the many people of Nepal who have chosen to follow that path as well.

Official Nepalese Government Document of PM Koirala’s Property:

http://opmcm.gov.np

If you want to find out about other Nepalese Politician’s Properties click link below:

http://www.opmcm.gov.np/np/property/

Indra Tamang

04/11/2014

On the Passing of Leee Black Childers

On the Passing of Leee Black Childers

Leee Black Childers posing in NYC. 1990.

I don’t remember exactly when I met Leee, but it had to be soon after I came to America, which was in 1974. In 1976, Charles had a show called POSTCARDS TO CHARLES HENRI FORD at the Iolas Gallery at 52 East 57^th Street. Leee was the person who took the photograph for the invitation. In the years to come I took several portraits of him, and he was a frequent visitor to the Dakota. Very often he came for tea by himself, just to sit and talk. He also sometimes brought punk groups with him to meet Charles, and if memory serves, I think he brought Marianne Faithful to visit one day.

In the 1990s, Charles took portraits of Leee as part of a photography series he made using projection. He rented a big loft on Greene Street for that purpose, and he’d ask whoever was coming to sit for him to bring slides along—their own work or something they liked—images which he would project onto the person and then photograph them. I think Leee brought slides of models he had photographed. After Charles photographed him, he gave him the contact sheets and the negatives so he could have prints made and Leee never returned them. So there are photos that Charles took of Leee, at least one or two contact sheets, somewhere in Leee’s archives. I just hope that all of his work will be preserved, by someone somewhere. You assume that it will be, but it’s not unusual for a person’s whole archive to end up in a dumpster. I hope his work will be preserved in a good place.

Leee Black Childers. 1995.

For a while, Charles and I saw a lot of him, and I’m quite sure we ran into him at Studio 54. I don’t remember him going around with a camera there. I think he mostly photographed people in the studio with his Hasselblad. That’s not the kind of camera you use to shoot on the street or in a club. I believe he used the Hasselblad to collect a lot of his stars back then, although I could be wrong about that.

At some point after 1980, Leee went to London for some years, and eventually he came back to New York and began all over again. He would take photographs of celebrities and up-and-comers both. I remember running into him at the Limelight one night. Charles and I sat down with him and a blonde lady, who he introduced as his wife. He was a character. I remember running into him on 57^th Street one day—I don’t recall now whether it was before or after Charles passed, but I ran into him on the street and he was wearing two completely different shoes on his feet. One foot with one colored shoe and the other with another. Since that I’ve wondered about what it signified. I’m sure he did it on purpose and I still wonder: what was the significance of that? I’d like to ask him, but now he’s gone.

I wish I had seen more of Leee. Charles liked him very much and I did too. We enjoyed his outgoing, friendly personality. It was through Andy Warhol that we came to know him. Meeting Andy and the Warhol crowd was how Leee got his first opportunities to photograph all those people that he did, and in the collection Charles kept of postcards sent to him over the years is one from Leee: a portrait he took of Jackie Curtis posing as if ‘waiting for someone,’ you know, the way I used to see girls ‘waiting for someone’ along 42^nd Street.

Today I dug up the old invitation to Charles’s show at Iolas—a postcard—with the photo Leee made of a crowd of people, including Ruth Ford, Ned Rorem, Holly Woodlawn, Charles, myself and quite a few others, and the message: “Having wonderful time—wish you were here! Charles Henri.”

Invitation card for "Postcard to Charles Henri Ford" show that used photo by Leee Black Childers. 1976.

Quite a few of the people in that photo are still with us, but it feels like many of the people we knew in the ‘70s, ‘80s and ‘90s have been dying like flies lately. It was always wonderful to be in Leee’s company, and although we hadn’t been in touch for some time, I was very sorry to learn that he passed away. I will keep him in my memory.

Leee Black Childers at Charles’ Apt at Dakota. 1979.

LEEE BLACK CHILDERS

July 24, 1945 – April 6, 2014

May he rest in peace

Indra Tamang

04/11/2014

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

ON THE PASSING OF SHIRLEY TEMPLE

ON THE PASSING OF SHIRLEY TEMPLE

Shirley Temple in her childhood as an child star.

Recently, I received an email from my dear friend Daniel Haber, who lives in Nepal, telling me how sad he was to learn that Shirley Temple had died. He wrote that she was his favorite child actor, and that she made many people happy with her cute dancing and dimples during the depths of the Great Depression. “I lit a butter lamp for her at the Great Boudhnath Stupa here,” he wrote, “and prayed that in her next life that she’ll make others happy in the Dharma and to become free from repeated births in Samsara.” He went on to tell me that on the Valentine’s Day in the English class he teaches, he taught his students to sing a line from “Everyday’s a Holiday When I’m with You,” one of his favorite Shirley Temple songs.

Until I came to the United States in 1974, I had never heard of Shirley Temple. But I remember seeing her on TV in my early years here, and I liked her. She was such a cute little girl, and I saw quite a lot of her old movies. The only thing I knew about her in later years was that she became the ambassador to the Czech Republic, which is of course very impressive. I would imagine that it must have helped her in her diplomatic affairs to be able to remind people of who she was. Because I think everyone, all over the world, likes Shirley Temple if they know her.

When I made a blog post on February 10^th this year for Charles’s 106^th birthday, I didn’t know that Shirley Temple had died on that day. There was a little coincidence that she passed away on the date that Charles was born, and she died in Woodside, California, while I live in Woodside, Queens.

I’ve been lucky to have gotten to meet many interesting people; actors and writers and all kinds of characters, but I never got to meet Shirley Temple Black, and I think I would have liked to, very much. It seems that she never did anything in her life that wasn’t somehow good. Her earthly presence will surely be missed.

Shirley Temple Black
April 23, 1928 – February 10, 2014

Indra Tamang

02/18/2014

CONGRATULATING THE NEW PRIME MINISTER OF NEPAL

Dinner hosted to honor present PM of Nepal Mr. Sushil Koirala at my resident Woodside, NY.

As everyone has heard by now, this month the Nepalese parliament finally elected a new Prime Minister, ending the political standoff that had dragged on for years. The new Prime Minister is Sushil Koirala, a man I’ve written about before (Blogpost July 2010), and whom I have the privilege to be acquainted with.

In the article that NEW YORK TIMES published on February 10^th, he was described as an unsmiling man who gives dour speeches, but the Times also reported: “In his youth, he took acting lessons in hopes of becoming an overseas movie star. King Mahendra’s coup in 1960 dashed Mr. Koirala’s acting dreams, and he spent the next 16 years in political exile in India.”

Having been in the position to have known a number of actors and some very well (Ruth Ford, for example), I think it is interesting the way that actors often turn to politics. When I think about it, some acting skills probably come in handy to be a politician. It’s no coincidence that with the global issues we face, leaders of nations are often referred to as Actors on the World Stage. In the New York Times article, political commentator Kanak Mani Dixit remarked, “Koirala is going to have to gather all of his skills to persuade his partners to stick with him in governance and constitution writing.”

I’m well known for not following politics closely, nor for giving many opinions about politics, but it’s impossible for me to ignore this big event, in part for personal reasons. In June 28th 2010, I was unexpectedly honored by Janasamparka Tayari Samiti USA, and Mr. Koirala, the acting President of the Nepal Congress Party at the time, was the chief guest of the program. (Approximately two years later he became the official president of that party). I had met him several times before in New York, having been involved in all the programs hosted to honor him, and I’ve written about how very polite, sincere and understanding I found him to be. He was always so friendly and accessible to everyone, and now he probably won’t be able to be so accessible for security reasons, and that is very understandable.

Program held by Janasamparka Tayari Samiti, USA. June 28th 2010. From left: Ms. Mridula Koirala, Radhika Tamang, Indra Tamang, His Excellency Gyan Chandra Acharya (Ambassador to UN at the time), Present Nepalese PM Mr. Sushil Koirala, Mr. Khagendra GC.

On the day that I was being given the honor, I felt slightly uncomfortable at the notion of being in the spotlight, with a “why me?” ringing in my head. But in giving me the honor, Mr. Koirala managed to make me feel both humble and important, and all of the misgivings I’d had about being publicly honored suddenly vanished. He has a gift for making others feel confident and self-assured, the way he effortlessly made me feel that day. He was anything but unsmiling and dour as the New York Times article described him. He was rather warm and charming and his good will was contagious.

So, while it is true that I don’t like to give political opinions one way or another in general, I do think that the gift Mr. Koirala has for empowering others with his humility and sincerity will go a long way, along with his true desire for democracy and equality, to achieving what Kanak Mani Dixit said in the Times that he will need in order to succeed. If anyone can persuade others to stick with him in governance, and govern in a way that is just and balanced, it is Sushil Koirala. And as the Prime Minister of Nepal, he is now officially an actor on the World Stage.

I wish him the best of luck in all of his endeavors, good health and heartfelt congratulations. May God give him strength to lead and govern in the best interest of the whole country.

Monday, February 10, 2014

101, Like a Fever

101, Like a Fever

Charles Henri Ford. Crete, Greece. Summer 1980. Photo by: Indra Tamang

It has been a century plus six years since Charles Henri Ford was born in Mississippi on February 10^th, 1908. If he were still alive, he would probably call himself “101,” like a fever, because he always claimed that his birth year was 1913, erasing five years off his age. Both Charles and Ruth liked to give themselves a little discount on age, in order (they thought) to appear younger. But as much as he might not like to admit it, Charles’s true age today would be 106, not 101.

His windows in the Dakota still look down over the park and everything is the same, while at the same time, all is different. His rooms are full of boxes filled with letters, papers and art. Reading some of his letters, many of them sent to his sister Ruth, reminds me just how full and exceptional a life Charles led. And reading the letters makes me feel he is still here, and that everyone he mentioned in those letters is still here too, because in the letters they are forever still here and living life as he described it. Charles was always doing so much that the way he lived could have been called “feverish,” with all that he was creating and observing. But it was the kind of fever that feels very good, like flying.

From one letter that Charles wrote to Ruth from Paris in 1931, these quotes:

“Jean Cocteau I haven’t met because he’s ill most of the time from smoking opium. And he’s recovering from a typhoid attack he got in Toulon this summer.”

“Djuna’s ‘A Little Girl Tells a Story to A Lady’ is in her book of shortstories, A NIGHT AMONG THE HORSES, and is the favorite one of mine. I told her what you said about it being about a lady with a little idiot daughter and she said you were very clever.”

“Day before yesterday Jacques Bossard (you will like him) had me to lunch and begged me to go on a small house party at his father’s chateau in Brittany. But I refused because it’s just too far (10 hours on the train) and I have had enough traveling for some time to come.”

“The last word from Miss Stein was that she would return to Paris late in October.”

His letters are full of such thoughts and bits of news. He wrote to Ruth many, many letters over his long life, all of which Ruth kept.

In honor of his birthday, I want to announce a little series of chapbooks I plan to make containing writings and artwork by Charles. You’ll hear more about that in time. For now, I want to wish him a very good rest after his long fever of a life, lived to the fullest. As Charles said in that letter, “My dear, I could write more but I want to get this off on the next boat and the maid is waiting to take it out before it’s too late.”

Charles Henri Ford

10 February 1908 - September 27, 2002

-Indra Tamang

02/10/2014

Thursday, December 12, 2013

Nelson Mandela and Nepal

Not many people affect the entire world in a great and positive way, but Nelson Mandela was surely one of very few people who did in recent years. Nepal is far from South Africa, but his influence was no less resonant there as this article makes clear.

The following article posted on Ibtimes by Gopi Chandra Kharel has tried to link connection of Nelson Mandela with Nepal, a country 5725 miles away from South Africa, and show how he have influenced Nepalese people and leaders.

Please click the link below to read the article.

www.ibtimes.co.in

R.I.P. Nelson Mandela
18 July 1918 – 5 December 2013

-Indra Tamang

12/12/2013