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Is Life Getting Too Complicated?

Is life becoming more and more complicated?  It sure seems like it.

Do you remember the days when telephone service was simple? When a handy person could maintain his own car?  When you could buy things without handling fees, fuel surcharges, and 3 types of tax?  When you didn’t have to program your household appliances?  When service was provided by a real person?  When banks and government filled out their own forms for you?

It seems like there is a growing amount of overhead to my life.  More things that need to be done that weren’t there a few years ago, like negotiating with my telecom providers, programming my thermostat and smart phone, using software to do my taxes, etc.

A few years ago, lamenting my lack of leisure time, I estimated the effort required to conduct my life, adding up all the time required to complete the things that needed to be done (e.g. my job, commuting to work, eating, personal hygiene, sleeping, exercise, food shopping, housecleaning, home maintenance, taxes, and many other necessary activities).  It turned out that my sense that there were not enough hours in the day was correct.  To my dismay, I found that over a year, it wasn’t possible to do everything and get 8 hours of sleep a night.  I was literally running on borrowed time.

Maybe it’s me.  Perhaps the complexity of life hasn’t increased over time.  Perhaps I am just becoming more set in my ways, less adaptable as I age (despite my efforts to resist this trend).  Or perhaps I have too much time on my hands, and my personality is such that I fill all the available time with things that seem important but aren’t.  Or perhaps the vast amount of information made available by the Internet is to blame.  There’s never a shortage of data, analysis, and contradictory opinions to wade through when making a decision these days.  Plenty more opportunities for a second guessing, analysis paralysis, and buyer’s regret.

Perhaps things are, in fact, getting easier but I just keep trying to do more and bigger and better, always at the limits of my capacity.  Perhaps there is a new Parkinson’s Law to be coined here, the notion that people will always fill all their available time with activities to just below their breaking point, and then perpetually struggle to manage the complexity.

Some think that the solution to this problem is to make things even more advanced in order to make them simpler to use.  Apple and Google have both had success with this as has Logitech with their ‘1 remote to rule them all’ (the integrated Harmony remote control). This is fine if things work as they should, but can make things even worse if they don’t.  I spent hours recently trying to recover from a computer virus and several aspects of my life (banking, blogging, etc.) were paralyzed during this time.

I’m not complaining about the many wonders and benefits of modern life.  I use and benefit greatly from computers, the Internet, online banking, digital photography, smart phones (I drafted this article on my iPhone), satellite navigation, the 1000 channel universe, personal video recorders, etc.   I love my remote control.  I’m not a Luddite nor do I especially yearn for days gone by, other than the occasional pang of sentimentality.  For the most part I choose to use new technology and tools voluntarily for the many benefits they provide (though in some cases it is getting very hard or impossible to opt out these days).  What I don’t like is the considerable effort it takes to re-establish my life after a power outage, battery failure, computer crash, data loss, identity theft, major version upgrade, or other intractable problem.  I also dislike the seeming constant overhead of staying current, upgrading, switching to something better, migrating my old stuff, and generally making any decision more complicated than what to eat for dinner.

I wish my live had all the benefits without all the overhead.  I suspect that an ancient Roman might have thought the same about his life.  He may have complained about how his new chariot required more maintenance than his old cart.  Perhaps only the tools have changed, but not the challenge of keeping on top of it all.

Do you think life is getting more complicated?  How do you manage it?

Life and Death in Varanasi

Varanasi is an ancient city and perhaps the holiest city in India for Hindus. It is located at a confluence of the sacred Ganges and several other rivers. All Hindus wish to die in Varanasi to have a chance to end the cycle of reincarnation. If they aren’t lucky enough to die here, those who can afford it want to be cremated in Varanasi and have their ashes cast into the holy Ganges.

For tourists, one of the highlights of a trip to Varanasi is an early morning boat ride along the river to view the ‘ghats’, stepped platforms along the rivers edge where people come to bathe their sins away. There are about eighty ghats in Varanasi stretching for several kilometers along the river. In addition to people bathing, many others come to pray, make offerings, do yoga, wash clothes, hang out, or to sell things to people doing these other things.

We rose at 5 AM and were at the main Dasaswamedh Ghat by 5:30. We negotiated with a boat man for a one hour trip and shared the large rowboat with five people from South Korea. He rowed us up and down the river for an hour as day broke and activity commenced along the bank. The ghats of Varanasi are an unparalleled people watching opportunity. They are lively, bright, and busy places, with people of all ages participating in acts from the most mundane to the most sacred. It provides a rare glimpse into people’s private moments amid a spectacle of colourful pageantry.

There are also two burning ghats in Varanasi where Hindus are cremated. Bodies covered in brightly coloured shiny fabric and flowers are carried through the streets to the rivers edge on bamboo stretchers followed by family members. Diane and I spent an afternoon walking along the ghats and arrived somewhat unexpectedly at Harishchandra Ghat, one of the cremation ghats. We stopped to watch.

The corpses arrive at the river wrapped from head to toe in white cloth shrouds. All the work is done by outcasts called ‘doms’ who are considered unclean by other Hindus. The bodies are immersed in the Ganges before burning, then placed on piles of wood and covered with more wood. Their wrapped heads and feet stick out. Flammable liquid and powders are added, and the fires are lit using a bundle of straw. The shrouds turn brown then black as the fire rises.

There were five different cremations happening on the beach while we sat there. They were all in various stages of immolation. As the fires burned down men in bare feet with green bamboo poles pried the logs to stir the contents. No bones or skin were visible, but there was a lot of smoke and the smell of burning flesh. We sat upwind to avoid breathing it.

Male family members gathered around or sat nearby on the ghat to watch. There were no women in attendance other than Diane. The whole thing seemed very normal. It was surprisingly devoid of emotion. We didn’t see anyone crying.

We watch one corpse being rowed out into the Ganges on the bow of a boat and dumped into the water. This is the fate for those whose families can’t afford the wood required for cremation (each log is weighed to determine the total price). Yes, these bodies are dumped just upstream of the hundreds of people bathing at the ghats down river.

We were encouraged to depart by a man who claimed that we were sitting in a family-only area. He directed us to another area where he would be glad to explain what we are seeing, for a fee of course. Although this was likely a scam, we weren’t sure of the etiquette here, and didn’t want to do anything that might offend, so we decided to move on down the river.

We handled this whole scene surprisingly well. Although it was a bit disturbing, it seemed like a natural part of life here, and so it wasn’t really upsetting to see.

On a remotely related note…

Last night we were walking down a narrow dark alley when we heard a great commotion ahead. Dogs were barking and growling, people yelling, and there was a strange screaming noise. A few meters ahead we upon the scene. An Indian ‘saddhu’ (holy man) dressed in saffron robes was chasing a pack of dogs away from a small monkey that lay on the ground. It wasn’t moving. A man threw a bucket of water on the monkey, which he’d originally brought to throw on the dogs. It remained lifeless. Its monkey brethren were chattering and yelling from above, looking down on their fallen comrade. Eventually the saddhu lifted the dead monkey by the tail and removed it from the alley. The Indian people were cowering, staying back from the scene. We weren’t sure why until we passed by the crowd that had gathered. A monkey threw something down on us, just missing Diane as we scurried through. Even in the crowded lanes of Varanasi’s old city, life can be brutal and short.