Outsourcing is a hot concept these days, with companies and individuals trying to cut costs by sending work abroad. So many services are being outsourced, from telemarketing to website design to Internet scamming.
But silly me, I really thought there was a limit to what could be outsourced. Apparently not. Some students in America, for example, are being tutored by math and science teachers in India. Yes, you can now sit in front of a computer and have the very knowledgeable Mr. Balasubramaniam explain to you, in simple language, how to send money to India.
He will also teach you skills you may need in college, such as how to add and subtract without using your fingers and toes. And the best part is, if you don't complete his assignments, he can't send his ruler through the Internet to smack your hand. Corporal punishment doesn't work too well online.
The idea of a teacher and student being on different continents is nothing short of amazing. And it can offer lots of "new" benefits. Imagine a New Guinean woman getting a degree from a New York university with help from a New Delhi tutor. Soon she'd have a new job, a new car and many new friends.
If having a teacher abroad seems terrific to you, what about having a doctor abroad? Yes, even healthcare is being outsourced these days.
Patient in America: "Dr. Pham, can you see me? I'm not sure if this web camera is working properly."
Doctor in Thailand: "Yes, Mrs. Jones, I can see you. You have a very nice tan."
Patient: "Oops, I must be pointing the camera at Fifi. She's my Golden Retriever."
Doctor: "A very pretty dog indeed. And she's wearing a very nice dress."
Patient: "Oh, I think you're looking at me now. Anyway, Doctor, since you're a very busy man, let me get to my problem. For the last week or so, my butt has been hurting like the dickens. Here, let me point the camera at it."
Doctor: "Oh my. That looks really bad. How long have you had those spots?"
Patient: "Spots? Oh, you must be looking at my polka dot panty. You had me worried for a moment."
Thankfully, doctors aren't trying to examine patients through the Internet -- at least not yet. But something just as phenomenal is happening: many westerners are flying as far as Thailand and India for treatment -- and it doesn't involve inhaling something. Even with the cost of a plane ticket, they're saving a bundle, while being treated at state-of-the-art hospitals designed to attract foreign patients, hospitals with whirlpools.
Patient: "Dr. Pham, are you sure I can go home now? Don't you want to examine me for the next few weeks or so?"
Doctor: "I just examined you for the 88th time, Mrs. Jones, and everything looks spotless."
Some enterprising folks are combining tourism with cosmetic surgery. They stay at a plush resort while recovering from surgery, getting their spirits lifted along with their faces.
One British woman even traveled abroad to give birth. "When I gave birth in London, I had to leave the hospital the very same day," she said. "Here in India, because of the low costs, I can stay until my baby goes off to college."
I've read only one of his books, but John Grisham is among my favorite authors. That's because my 67-year-old mom, who hardly reads anything but religious books, recently discovered Grisham and absolutely loves his novels. Next to Billy Graham, he is THE MAN.
She appreciates Grisham's simple language and riveting plot. She has so much trouble putting his books down, I worry that she'll forget to take her medication. If she collapses, the ambulance staff would have to wrestle Grisham's book out of her hands. "The Firm" would have to be extricated from "The Infirm."
I tried to get my mom to read a critically acclaimed book by an East Indian author, but she refused. "Indian writers use too many big words," she said. She wanted to keep her nose in a novel, not the dictionary.
Though Grisham's books have entertained millions, the critics sometimes rip them for lacking literary quality. Grisham may never go down as one of the great authors of our time, but after seeing how much pleasure he has brought my mom, all I can say to the critics is this: You try to do better.
And if you can't, stop bashing Grisham. Because if you don't, you may get a visit from my angry mom. She'll set you straight. After she's through with you, the only thing you'll be criticizing is the size of your hospital bill.
It's so easy to be a critic. It's much harder to actually do something, especially since you have to put up with some annoying people: critics.
I was reminded of this recently when I visited a county agricultural fair and watched the Fair Queen contest. One of the contestants had a learning disability and wasn't as graceful or articulate as some of the others. But her courage was touching and inspiring. I was disappointed to see a group of girls snickering every time she walked on stage. Perhaps they could have done better, but they apparently didn't have the guts to try. They were as close to being Fair Queens as some other contestants at the fair -- the ones in the goat show. The goats weren't too articulate, but they were definitely more graceful.
The next evening, I watched my friend Ami compete in the karaoke contest. "Karaoke" is a Japanese word meaning "I'm going to try to sing, so please stuff a rice cake in your ears!"
About 30 singers competed in the karaoke contest. All were amateurs, which means they don't get paid to sing, though I would have gladly paid a few of them NOT to sing.
Some seemed really professional as they belted out their songs, while others should have just been belted.
One man sounded like a young John Denver, while another sounded like an old John Deere tractor.
One woman tried to imitate the Backstreet Boys, but sounded more like Backstreet Noise.
But it's so easy to be a critic.
That's why I didn't laugh, I didn't snicker. I just listened and applauded. I knew that I couldn't have done better. I wouldn't be Master P -- I'd be Disaster D.
If I had started singing, the entire audience would have run away. Even my mother, if she were there, would have dashed off.
She'd be racing home to begin the next John Grisham novel.
I was a child in Kenya when the Chinese leader Mao Tse-tung died and I cried for an entire week. That's how long they cancelled all the TV shows.
When it came to making people feel sad, the government sure knew how to do it. They even played gloomy music on TV and radio, and made me fear that they'd soon come around to confiscate all my toys.
Death really shouldn't be so unpleasant. Perhaps more countries should learn from India. When a top leader dies, the government tries to comfort children in the best way possible: They cancel school. If you see a bunch of kids at the amusement park on a school day, try not to disturb them. They're probably in mourning. Hey, you grieve in your way, let them grieve in theirs.
If children can be so distraught over the death of a prominent politician, imagine their despair at losing someone they've actually heard of. It's important for teachers to keep that in mind. If Bobby just lost a relative, you can lessen his suffering instantly by giving him the day off school. But if you really want him to feel better, why not give him a few extra points on the final exam?
I've had an exam postponed because of a relative's death, but my teachers never gave me extra points, so hardhearted were they. British teachers seem to be more caring. As reported by the French Press Agency (AFP), students taking a GSCE or A-level exam in England can be awarded a maximum of five extra percent if they recently lost a parent or close family member, four percent for a more distant relative. Four percent may not seem like a lot, but it could lighten a student's misery, especially the misery of a 'D.'
Johnny: "I'm so lucky. My uncle died and left me his stamp collection."
Bobby: "That's nothing. My uncle died and left me a 'C.'"
When it comes to these pre-college exams, timing has never been more important.
Mother: "Bobby, I heard you visited Uncle Wilbur in the hospital and he's taken a turn for the worse. What did you say to him?"
Bobby: "I just told him that if he's going to die, I'd really appreciate it if he didn't wait too long. My exam is this Friday."
A relative's death can hurt your preparation for an exam, but so can the loss of a pet. That's why the official exam guidelines, as composed by England's Joint Council for Qualification, allow you to get two extra percent if your pet dies on exam day, one point if it dies the day before. Now you know why Rover, the old and sickly mutt, is suddenly the most popular dog at the animal shelter. If he doesn't pass the test, at least you will. Of course, there are easier ways to get those points.
Teacher: "Johnny, you say that Humphrey died on the morning of the exam. Who's Humphrey?"
Johnny: "Uh ... Humphrey is my goldfish. He died by accident. Yes, I accidentally flushed him down the toilet."
Some students will settle for two points, others will try hard for five.
Mother: "My son is a genius. He's going to do well on his A-level exams."
Friend: "Really? How can you be so sure?"
Mother: "Well, just look at the brilliant names he picked for his pets. He calls his dog 'Uncle Wilbur' and his cat 'Aunt Judy.'"
I've been looking through an interesting book called "The Book of Questions," in which Dr. Gregory Stock poses more than 400 questions that help you explore your values, morals and beliefs. Some are fairly simple questions that you already know the answers to, such as "Do you ever spit or pick your nose in public?" Others are questions that really test your values, such as "Would you be willing to reduce your life expectancy by twenty years to become Oprah's dog?"
I changed the last question slightly, but I haven't changed any of the following. I'm just going to answer them:
Question: If you were at a friend's house for Thanksgiving dinner and you found a dead cockroach in your salad, what would you do?
Answer: I'd do the only ethical and moral thing: pick up the cockroach discreetly and toss it onto my friend's plate. That way, I won't embarrass my friend and I'd also be doing what all religions teach us to do: share.
Q: If you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living?
A: Yes, I would give up exercise, eat more junk food and smoke five packs a day. I might even cheat on my wife, knowing that I won't die for another year.
Q: What do you most strive for in your life: accomplishment, security, love, power, excitement, knowledge or something else?
A: I used to strive for many things, but now that I have two young children, I strive for only two things: peace and quiet.
Q: If you had to spend the next two years inside a small but fully provisioned Antarctic shelter with one other person, whom would you like to have with you?
A: Halle Berry, of course. I would have picked my wife, but I don't want to be selfish: Who would take care of our children?
Q: If you were to die this evening with no opportunity to communicate with anyone, what would you most regret not having told someone?
A: I would regret not having told my wife and children that I truly love and appreciate my car and they'd better not touch it.
Q: For $20,000 would you go for three months without washing, brushing your teeth or using deodorant?
A: Yes, I would. But how much are you going to pay the neighbors?
Q: Would you be willing to give up sex for one year if you knew it would give you a much deeper sense of peace than you have now?
A: No, but I'd be willing to give up peace for a year.
Q: Your house, containing everything you own, catches fire. After saving your loved ones and pets, you have time to safely make a final dash to save any one item. What would it be?
A: That's easy: my Indian passport. If there's anything worse than watching your house on fire, it's spending a day at the Indian embassy. A friend of mine walked in with a full head of hair and walked out with a bald spot. I really felt bad for her.
Q: If you could use a voodoo doll to hurt anyone you chose, would you?
A: I can't think of any particular person I'd want to hurt. But I'd definitely take the doll with me the next time I go to the embassy
It may not come as a surprise to you, but the British aren't laughing as much as they used to. It's truly a sad state of affairs, considering the British have long been on the forefront of laughter, giving us such comedic geniuses as P.G. Wodehouse, Douglas Adams, and Mr. Bean. And let's not forget the mischievous Benny Hill, who put his talented hands into hundreds, perhaps thousands, of skirts. I mean, skits.
Hill would be rolling in his grave if he saw the recent laughter study, conducted by the cruise company Ocean Village. It found that Britons are laughing an average of only six minutes a day, which, by sheer coincidence, is also the amount of time they spend reading about Charles and Camilla.
Of course, six minutes may seem like a lot, especially if you work at the immigration office, where even smiling is forbidden. But Britons laughed three times as much in the 1950s, a healthy 18 minutes a day, according to Amanda Bate of Ocean Village. They laughed at home, they laughed at work, they even laughed at the proctologist's office. "Stop it, Dr. Bhatt! That tickles!"
"The findings of this study show a worrying trend towards glumness," Bate told the French Press Agency. Indeed, on special occasions in London, you may even spot Queen Elizabeth leading children in a popular song: "If you're glum and you know it, clap your hands!"
The study showed that about 40 percent of Britons don't even get one belly laugh a day on average.
London woman: "What's a belly laugh? Can't say I've heard of it."
Husband: "It's what Americans do. They see someone with a big belly and they laugh at them."
So why are the British not laughing much? It depends on whom you ask.
American comedian: "I'm not surprised the Brits aren't laughing. Have you ever watched a British comedy? LOL! Laughing out little."
British comedian: "Well, have you ever watched an American comedy? LOL! Leaving out laughter."
American: "Oh, get real, man. Even our politicians are funnier than yours."
Briton: "That's true, old chap. George Bush has a funnier face than Tony Blair."
Ask a historian about the laughter decline and her theory will be slightly different: "The British used to laugh a lot, but that was during the days of the British Empire, when they controlled the world. When they found diamonds in South Africa, they laughed. When they found gold in Southern Rhodesia, they laughed. When they found Gandhi organizing non-violent resistance in India, they really laughed."
But the Ocean Village study suggests other reasons for the laughter decline, including concerns about money and relationships. Lack of money can certainly affect the amount of laughter in your life. Have you seen how much the Seinfeld DVD costs? Tickets to a Jerry Seinfeld stand-up show are so expensive, you'll have to charge them to American Express. But you'll be following the wisdom of the day: Laugh now, cry later.
As Bate points out, "Laughter is an essential ingredient of a healthy, happy life and is one of the most effective and immediate antidotes to stress and tension -- it really is the best medicine." That's why it's important for other countries to share their laughter secrets with Britain:
America: "Don't make people have to go to the circus to see clowns. Give them their own TV shows."
Spain: "Let the bulls run through the streets. Then visit the hospital and laugh at all the idiots."
India: "Elect movie stars to public office. They'll entertain you every day, without making you buy a ticket."
If you're a sports fan, you've probably marveled at a variety of accomplishments, such as Phil Jackson's nine NBA titles, Tiger Woods' nine major championships, and David Beckham's nine stunning tattoos.
But if you really want to be impressed, check out what Percy and Florence Arrowsmith have accomplished: 80 years of marriage.
That's a tremendous feat, especially when most Hollywood marriages crumble before the ink has dried on the prenuptial agreement. As one actor said, "Eighty years of marriage! Wow! I'd be happy with 80 days of marriage."
As reported by the Associated Press, the Arrowsmiths, of Hereford, England, tied the knot on June 1, 1925. It was such a long time ago that their wedding picture was etched on the wall of a cave. Florence wore lambskin; Percy a fig leaf. He also had a bow, though he left his arrows at home.
Percy, now 105, and Florence, 100, have set two Guinness World Records: Longest marriage for a living couple and oldest aggregate age for a married couple. As one athlete said, "That's amazing. Two world records and they've never even touched steroids."
I can't even imagine being married 80 years. I got married in my mid-20s, somewhat late in life, so I'd be happy to enjoy 40 years of marital bliss, preferably with the same woman.
According to the AP article, the Arrowsmiths say the key to a long marriage is to never take an argument to bed. They always kiss and hold hands before falling asleep. I've heard many old couples say this, but it's hard to put into practice, at least for me. I've often wanted to hold my wife's hand after an argument, but our bed and couch are too far apart. Perhaps I need a nine-foot pole.
I've been married for quite sometime, but I've already learned some keys to a lasting marriage:
---Have a poor memory: This may seem like a bad thing, especially if you can't remember your wedding anniversary or where you put the darn Viagra. But it's also a major benefit, the sole reason many marriages survive. When people ask me if I ever fight with my wife, I can honestly say, "I don't remember the last time we screamed at each other." Unfortunately, my seven-year-old daughter has a sharp memory: "It was this morning, Daddy, during breakfast. Don't you remember? You complained about the eggs and Mom said, 'If you don't shut up, you're not getting any tonight.' And I asked why you'd want eggs at night."
---Say you're sorry: No matter who's at fault, you shouldn't hesitate to say you're sorry. Take, for example, an Indian couple named Raj and Rani. Whenever Raj makes a mistake, Rani says she's sorry.
Raj: "Whoops. Looks like I forgot to pay our electric bill again. We just got a shut-off notice."
Rani: "Oh, Raj! I'm really sorry you're so careless. And I'm also sorry I married you."
---Try to grow together: This is perhaps the best piece of advice I've received. My wife and I have grown so much together. I'm especially proud of the peas and tomatoes.
---Show your love in various ways: I show my love by making tea so my wife doesn't have to, by doing the dishes so my wife doesn't have to, and by keeping up with the latest football news so my wife doesn't have to.