Three Cups of Tea vs. India's $2000 car

I accidentally knock off the first cup of tea when I attended a book club meeting in the public library one day. I heard the giggling behind me while I rudely walked out the the room after knowing the meaning and the mission of the book and simply told those attendees about China's change is not providing the romantic sentimental pity as this book writer addressed in inviting attention.

Frustrated with those ideal and naive young minds, which in deed is so difficult for me in such short period of time explain the desire of change need to be in what kind of formation in order to became a positive input to the mission of Three Cups of Tea.

India became the second largest nation in Asia after China seeking solution to change their status of poverty; gradually I read the news seeing younger generation professionals joined the team of changing work by produce US$2000 car in replacing the motorcycle in India.

The reason to cause the change in China is caused by USA Americans job market in discriminating Chinese American, that drive many of Chinese due to jobless to go back to China working in their professional fields and gradually change this big country from staying in long term poverty. In contrasting to Chinese American's unfortunates, India American having better opportunities in USA, they waited until seeing the rapidly changes in China, then thinking and changing their traditional mindset of staying in USA enjoying their good life in this developed country.

Change in 21 century need to be happened from inside by professionals not by actors or actress working on emotional stimulation; even though some of people in entertainment field has contribute works in getting attention of what region or country look like, which the way of change in deed is different from 18 century a pretty British heroin style of calling for help in Africa or India. I am very surprised the young generation of American in 21 century still play this kind of 18 century drama for revolution of change. Helplessly they returned me with their young giggling without be able to understand what I am talking about.

18 century style of fund raising still working on these young minds in this country. I felt lonely and in the meantime despise about those cancer running festivals and these kinds of Three Cups of Tea event. Giggling is the only reaction these romantic fundraising people to show their understanding about what I said.

I don't know who should pity whom; anyway, anyway that will not be my business.

Talented Poet using their talent flirt with young women

Nick Owen's Poetry and Pictures says:

A Shared Vision

When I am gone
And burned to dust

My ghost will call you to this Cornish cliff
To stand where I 've been standingOn
earth below the sky
Facing out the fierce wind
Watching the clouds roll by

And if my spirit hovers in the air
Like Heathcliffe's Cathy
Love beyond repair
hen let my earthly presence be more kind
I'll leave a token of myself behind

This headland is a favourite place
For wand'ring members of our island race
The ancients built no castles here
Attempting to protect us all from fear
But modern folk have left us look-out posts
Their benches mark our loving for the coast

Legacies for when we pass away
Testaments
To another glorious day

I want to leave, for you, a seat
Your visions here will make my life complete

For yours shall be the eyes that I once had
And if the tears flow
And you feel sad
I'll hold you here with arms so strong
To let you know I'm with you all along

You'll know this place that I once knew
And for a while
Your flickering love
May burn anew

But what shall be
My metamorphosis?
I beg you, guide me into gnosis

What material am I to be
To stand against the tempest and the sea?

There are so many benches on this shore
Will mine be a special one
Or just one more?

This one is concrete, this one stone
I have not found one yet that's made of bone.

This one is wood
It has some life
It's springy, yielding
Like a husband
Or a wife

But like a lover's heart
It breaks
Or slowly rots
As the painting flakes

The concrete slowly crumbles into dust
Its arteries of steel exposed to rust

So maybe my abode should be of stone
But hard rock slabs
Transmit
A deathly undertone

I do not want my seat to feel so cold
I have some tenderness left to unfold

And shall I be for you a single chair
So I possess you, Holding you
Exactly here

Or shall I be a little seat for two
Accepting a new love
Oh so close to you

Or shall I stretch myself for three
So you recall me with your family

the poem remains unfinished.

The world's cheapest car US$2000 in India.

Hurray for India ! US$2000 for a new car to get rid of motocycle and air pollution.

The no-frills vehicle cost 100,000 rupees (US$2,000 dollars) for the basic model, will get India's middle-class urban population off motocycle usage and the air pulltion that generated by it. The links is provided for the orginal article on Yahoo.

So many developing countries can not do, India became the first country acting up to solve their own problems comparing to China and many of countries in Asia.