July 1, 2022

Meet my guest writer, Sulekh Jain

By John Guy LaPlante

I have written hundreds of these essays and articles. This is a first for me.

Yes, a first because it will be written by a guest author.  Unprecedented.  He is Sulekh C. Jain, Ph.D. His article is entitled “Highway to Heaven.”

Isn’t that intriguing? I’d love to get onto that highway!

I am publishing it because I’m positive his article will be excitingly provocative to people of open mind and liberal views. And my hunch is that you are one of these.

I don’t call him Dr. Jain. I call him by his first name, Sulekh. He has been my close friend for 43 years.  In fact he calls me Brother John. Yes, Brother John. That is part of his Jainism.

What’s that? Jainism is a very old religion, an elder cousin of Buddhism but different. Definitely much older than Christianity. Most Jains live in India. His family name is Jain. I’m sure you’ve noticed that. But some Jains do not carry the name Jain.

Sulekh is an immigrant to our shores. Here is a quick sketch of him. Well, not that quick because he is so

faceted in so many ways. I doubt you’ve ever met anyone who comes close.

Yes, he was born in Indi, in 1937. He went to university and studied engineering. Long ago he told me that the best students in India in those days became engineers. Those who couldn’t get into the engineering program became medical doctors. How about that?

Another interesting detail is that from high school on, his schooling was in English. Not in Hindi, which is the most widespread of India’s many languages, and which is the one Jains speak. In English because for Science, Math, Engineering, Technicity (that was the right word over there) and Medicine, English has been widely used in India.

He was a top student and was most fortunate, he says, to get a scholarship to study for a Ph.D.  in Mechanical Engineering in England at the University of Birmingham. You’re probably familiar with how England ruled India for many decades. Well, the relationship between the two was still strong.

That ended when the great Mahatma Gandhi gained India’s independence through peaceful determination. Without firing a single bullet! He was opposed to that. That momentous event took place in  1947.

Sulekh and Ravi married in 1961. Interestingly, that was a marriage arranged by his father and hers. “We believe love will come!” Sulekh explained when he saw my eyes open wide when he told me that long ago.

They also had two children, their son Anudeep and daughter Vandana. In 1966 they flew off to strange England together. He was 29.

Not only strange. So different in many ways, a leading one the climate.  Very nasty compared to the balmy temperatures of their upbringing.

The culture shock was exactly that. Very shocking. He wasn’t deterred. He got his Ph.D. in 1969. In less than three years.

Then a good fluke. Right then, through a connection he was accepted to the University of California at Berkeley for a Post-Doc!  That exclamation point is justified. He was 32.

Finally, after all those years of studying, he got his first professional job. That was as a research engineer clear across the country — at the Wyman-Gordon Co. in Worcester, Mass.  He and Ravi and their two kids settled in there.

In its business, Wyman-Gordon is famous around the world.  Its specialty is forging (shaping) metals, especially aerospace metals. It had 5,000 employees back then. Sulekh was in his element.

He rose through the ranks. He was there 12 years. At the end, he was a senior research engineer and the head of a staff of several engineers and support staff. He believes he was the only Indian in the whole of Wyman-Gordon back then.

He and Ravi and the kids became US citizens in 1975.  They were delighted to be here to stay.

During that time, by the way, on the side, he studied business administration at Clark University there in Worcester, earning a master’s degree..

Early in his arrival in the U.S. he became active in Jain affairs. At that time, there were hardly 5,000 Jains in the whole of the U.S. and Canada. Sulekh became a leader.

I met Sulekh in 1976 – 43 years ago. I had been the magazine editor at the Worcester Telegram and Gazette. We had become close friends. That’s a long story, too, and I’ll beg off till another time.

He had been telling me that one day he would take me to India. I’d just laugh. Impossible! Well, in 1989, one day he called from Cincinnati.  At that time he was a senior staff engineer there at General Electric Aircraft Engine Division.

Wowed me. Told me we’d be flying to Delhi, India’s capital, in December. Had made a reservation for me. That’s the most comfortable time there weather-wise. We’d be there seven weeks. I felt I had misunderstood. He had to repeat the whole thing. Wow!

But I was going to say no. We’d be there Christmas and New Year’s, key family holidays. Seven weeks in such a strange place!  It’s my daughter Monique who talked me into going. I’m enormously grateful to her.

By this time, Sulekh was the president of all the Jains here (about 40,000) of a central organization called The Federation of Jain Associations in North America (JAINA).

Sulekh was going to India to meet leading Jains, give a report about Jains here, explain life here, and tighten the relationship. He was going with his wife Ravi. Their two children had started in medical school in Houston.

Must tell you Jains are a tiny minority over there in their native country. Less than one percent of the population of India. But Jains have always played a leading and prominent role in the affairs of the country.

We roamed through a great area of India, north, south, east and west.  Mostly we were driven by a hired chauffeur, five of us crowded in his little sedan, often on narrow and bumpy roads. Once we took a plane to save time.

We’d be two days in this city. Three days in that. In each  Sulekh would give a talk the leading l Jains. Always men, by the way. Sometimes there would be a hundred plus. Sometimes just 50.  It was all in Hindi. I didn’t understand a thing. But he’d mention a key word, such as Wyman-Gordon, or the Worcester Sunday Telegram, so I knew what he was talking about.

By the way, they’d al be sitting cross-legged on the floor. That’s the Indian way.  Impossible for me.  Somehow they’d manage to find a chair for me.

Oh, Jains have always been vegetarians. Very important for you to know that. It’s because they believe in ahimsa, absolute non-violence. Hurt, harm or kill no person, no creature of any kind, big or small, not even a mouse or an ant.  I was a meat eater. But it’s by living with vegetarians day after day, and having to eat like them, that I became interested in vegetarianism. So I have been a vegetarian for years now.

I mentioned how Sulekh and his family experienced culture shock in England. Ditto when the moved to the U.S. Well, I experienced it in India. You would, too. But it was educational, to say the least.

In vegetarianism Sulekh has topped me. He and his family are now vegans. That’s super vegetarianism. The selection of foods is much more limited.  No milk products, for instance. No eggs. But no problem, says he.

I spoke of the high role of Jains in Indian society. Well, I got to meet a justice of the Supreme Court of India because he was a Jain. I got to meet the editor of the Times of India, the most important daily newspaper with the largest circulation, because he was a Jain, and so on.

Of course, we visited the famous Red Fort in Delhi.  And the  Taj Mahal. The monument to Mahatma Gandhi. And many famous Jain historic spot including  a dozen Jain temples, magnificent edifices, unbelievingly beautiful,  often centuries old. The Jains have countless such temples, including striking new ones.

Of course, we saw the sacred cows roaming  the public streets. Saw full-grown elephants being walked through cosmopolitan downtowns. Saw snake charmers playing their flutes and getting their cobras to rise from their baskets and  shift back and forth, their fangs exposed.  This was old stuff to Sulekh and Ravi but so exciting to me.

We visited the country’s most important university where Sulekh knew a professor, a Jain of course. We traveled to the city of Bangalore, which even then was emerging as the capital of the growing digital industry. And met a scientist there, again a Jain. On and on. A fabulous trip.

When we returned, I wrote several articles about it. One was for the leading Jain newspaper in the United States, a report as a non-Jain describing his experiences in India. By the way. Sulekh told me we saw more of India than most of the Jains who had moved to America. Sulekh told me he had heard that good comments about my account.

Well, it so happened that I returned to India a few years later, during my solo Around the World tour. Traveled across the whole wide country, from Madras and Calcutta on the eastern side to Bombay, now called Kolkata, on the western side. By train. Yes, alone. A huge adventure. Had occasion to meet Jains I had made friends with while with Sulekh.

Our friendship has continued these many years. I have visited him in different parts of  the U.S. as he moved from job to job. Became very close to the whole family. For instance, had the pleasure of attending the three-day wedding of his son Anudeep in Houston in 1988. Yes, three days.

If anything, Sulekh’s interest in Jainism has intensified. It has become a passion, and that’s what he himself calls it. Now 82, he is retired, but he devotes his days to Jainism here, involving himself in a wide variety of Jain activities.

Once hardly 5,ooo, as I mentioned, the Jains now number some 140,000 in the U.S. and Canada. Of course, many are second and third generation now. It’s remarkable how highly educated and successful they are as a whole.

Among other things, he has raised funds from wealthy American Jains to fund chairs, professorships and post-docs in Jainism at 16 American universities. They include the Universities of California at Davis, Santa Barbara, Irvine, and Riverside; and at Loyola Mary Mount University and Cal State University at Northridge, and Rice University in Houston.

In  2005, he developed an annual program to send university faculty and graduate students to India, to learn about Jainism and immerse themselves in Jain life. And now high school teachers also. All made possible by dollar grants to cover nearly the whole bill. To date more than 750 men and women have had the experience. A number have published books and papers. Jainism is becoming better known.

More than once I’ve told Sulekh there will be a statue to him here. He has scoffed. It will happen. I am convinced.

In 2016 Sulekh became a published author with his book,  “An Ahimsa Crisis; You Decide!”

It is a remarkable book. He cites instance after instance of how some Jains observe ahimsa in fine ways.

By the way, that’s a word you must know. “Ahimsa” means non-violence. It’s just the opposite of “himsa,” which means violence.  Sadly, here and in India, many profess to be Jains because they are vegetarians but live their  lives by doing just the contrary– cheating in all kinds of outlandish ways out of pure greed.

Sulekh provides documented instances of acts of himsa. An incredible variety.Things that he has witnessed here and in India.  I read his book because I felt I had to out of friendship. I felt it would be abstract. Too philosophical. In fact, dull.  Was I wrong!  I found it hard to put down. And said that in a detailed review of it.

I also felt some Jains must be very angry with him for writing this expose. I still do. If so, it hasn’t crimped his effort.

Now here’s a wonderful thing. He makes a free digital copy of his book available at www.isjs.in. Do download it. You won’t be sorry.  I’ll bet that like me you’ll stay up late reading about these incredibly scandalous goings-on.

Sulekh and Ravi now live in Henderson, a suburb of Las Vegas, largely because of its pleasant year-round climate.

Their son and daughter are now eminently successful medical doctors, Anudeep as a radiologist and Vandana as a radiation oncologist. I’ve known them since they were teen-agers.

I would be remiss if I did not mention  the  powerful influence of Jainism on our American culture.

Here is how it happened.  First, as I explained, Mahatma Gandhi was so influenced by Jainism’s ahimsa that it led him by peaceful means to overthrow British authoritarianism in India and to India’s total independence .

Then, Martin Luther King learned about this core Jain belief as practiced by Gandhi while studying for his doctorate at Boston University, and we know the dramatic wonders that his courageous preaching resulted in.

Sorry that this ‘introduction of Sulekh” has become so lengthy, but I simply had to give you all this detail about him.  So now, do read his remarkable story about a very real highway the likes of which you’ve never heard.

The Highway to Heaven in British Columbia”

By Dr. Sulekh C. Jain

Editorial Note:  Sulekh supplied a number of fascinating photos. Alas, technical difficulties forced a limit of just two, but they’re beauties. They give an idea of the marvels to be seen on The Highway to Heaven.

Three years ago, on an invitation, my wife Ravi nd I went to Vancouver, B.C., Canada, to participate in a three-day consecration ceremony of a new Jain temple there.

One day one of our friends took us to an officially named “Highway to Heaven.” It is a very wide and long street in Richmond; one of the main suburbs of Vancouver.

This street is home to more than a dozen very large, ornate, beautiful and palatial places of worship representing all the major religions of the world; all co-existing in harmony and peace. For me and Ravi it was a very eye and mind-opening tour.

In a world of headlines making us cringe from accounts of ideological extremism exalting the name of God through terror, there is another story of quiet religious harmony that exists right here in this backyard of one of Canada’s largest cities.

Richmond’s straight-and-narrow No. 5 Road, which runs through the agricultural lowlands of British Columbia’s Lower Mainland, has become the auspicious conclave of a thriving multi-faith community.

Richmond, an “ethno burg” of Vancouver, is a city of some 207,500 people.  It is also home to more than 60 mosques, temples, churches and religious schools of all denominations.

No wonder No. 5 Road has adopted the name Highway to Heaven with its many religious sites. The city’s large multicultural population is reflected here, through the diversity of exotic temples and places of worship which all encourage a peaceful coexistence.

Visitors will be fascinated by the cultures, history and architecture that mark the colorful houses of worship. Visitors are welcome to share in the spiritual grace and to experience the compassion and beauty found within each of these faiths.

Some of these houses of worship are big, spectacular and architecturally unique monuments. Many welcome visitors with open arms whether devout or not. It’s a true story of cultural community woven together out of the best values each faith represents.

Yes, the Highway to Heaven’s religious diversity is the result of a City Council rezoning initiative in 1990.

Since then, the faithful from more than 20 religious flocks have populated this three-kilometer stretch of asphalt with their halls of worship

Each place is colorful, rich and mesmerizing. One will feel like being culturally immersed into a unique chapter of Richmond’s myriad community.

Thrangu Monastery & Buddhism

Thrangu Monastery opened its doors in 2010 when it became the sole traditional Buddhist monastery in the Pacific Northwest.

With over 600 members and 20 monks, Thrangu attracts students and intrigued visitors from all over Europe and North America.

Upon entering, you are welcomed by a breathtaking 12-foot-tall, gold-leaded Shakuamuni Buddha. Vegetarian meals are often served after the religious services and visitors are invited to join in.

This monastery is literally next door to the Vedic Cultural Centre, a Hindu spiritual awareness center where a visitor may be offered Indian nuts and treats, and shown around the premises

Ling Yen Mountain & Subramaniya Swamy Temple

Also on our Highway to Heaven, one will find the palatial style Ling Yen Mountain temple, home to two worship halls and more than 40 monks.

Although smaller, the Subramaniya Swamy temple is one of a few places in Richmond that follows the Hindu religion. Here, holy rites include cleansing effigies in rose water and it is believed that prayers are answered instantly.

Visitors are invited to join in every Friday for Karthikeya Pooja; worship and recognition of spiritual growth.

Ram Krishna Mandir & Hindu Culture

Continuing the spiritual journey down the Highway to Heaven is the Hindu Ram Krishna Mandir, in the Vedic Cultural Centre.

As in emblematic Hindu culture, visitors will stride amongst many gods and goddesses adorned in traditional embroidered costumes and garlands.

Sunday morning Hindu worships include lighting of oil lamps, chanting mantras and a sit-down vegetarian meal after the ceremony.

The Vedic Cultural Centre invites the visitors to join in the offered meditation classes, recitals, ceremonies and festivals, all year round.

At the Nanaksar Gurdwara Gursikh Temple, a visitor can tour the Sikhtemple and be treated to free lunch. An all-volunteer full-staffed kitchen continues the Sikh tradition started 550 years ago by the first Guru Nanak of administering to the hungry. There’s always tasty vegetarian comfort food served with a smile and graciousness.

Ling Yen Mountain Temple allows the visitors to stroll through its tranquil and beautiful traditional Chinese gardens of the International Buddhist Society compound. These are spectacular and a must-see.
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A lot of attention has been focused on the Highway to Heaven.

Do these diverse cultures really interact with one another or is it just good press? Like neighbors everywhere, it took time to get to know each other.

Language barriers initially made connections challenging but real bonds have been formed.

Last year, the Highway to Heaven Association — made up of an interfaith council comprised of 20 different religious organizations — created and debuted a 42-foot float in the Steveston Salmon Festival Parade celebrating Canada Day.

Educational initiates have sprouted from this unique medley of theological communities.

Students from the Jewish Day School and the Az-Zahraa Islamic School exchange visits to learn about each other’s faith and have joined together to work on a community program for homelessness.

Need inspiration from negative news overload?

Get into the car and become uplifted through a visit to Richmond’s vibrant multi-faith communities.

They are waiting to welcome you into their homes of worship and they are very conveniently located near to each other.

Take a day out of your routine and join in services, stop for lunch or a book a guided tour, walk through exquisite gardens and get a personal insight to the major religions of the world in tiny Richmond.

Similar efforts are underway in Houston, Texas. On one major street called Synott Road (I call it Sin-Not Road)  is home to more than  15 places of worship (Hindu, Jains, Buddhist, Christians, Muslims and more) and still more are coming or being planned.

They all live and support each other and in fact share each other’s parking lots too.

Recently on a visit to Houston, I urged some of the main leaders there to petition the City to change the name  from Synottt Road to The Highway to Heaven.

Let us build such Highways  to Heaven in all cities and towns in the Unites States of America, Yes, it sounds like an impossible dream. But if Richmond can do it, other communities can!

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About Jains for folks who know absolutely nothing about them.

 

By John Guy LaPlante

I should have written that headline differently. I should have said, “For folks who should know something about Jains!” I’ll tell you why. Bear with me.

Jains are Indians—meaning India Indians. A small minority but India is one of the most populous countries in the world. So Jains are numerous. And the Jains have influence and power far beyond their numbers. They’re big in business and they are big in government and big in academia.

They have unusual but important beliefs. One is ahimsa. It means non-violence. No violence of any kind, in thought, speech or act.The great Mahatma Gandhi totally changed India by his non-violence. He wasn’t a Jain but he learned what ahimsa could accomplish from Jainism.

Martin Luther King changed our country with his courageous and unrelenting stance based rock-solid on non-violence. He learned it from Mahatma Gandhi. So our country has benefited enormously from the Jains’ profound belief in ahimsa.

I’ve had Jain friends for more than 30 years. Many Jains came to America as part of the huge “brain drain” raging in India at that time. Doctors and engineers. I was lucky to meet them. As I said, bear with me.

I started this long drive home across America more than two weeks later than planned. I was in Newport Beach  with milady Annabelle, just south of Los Angeles.

I got the late start because I was invited to attend a symposium. Jainism was going to be a big part of it. To be held at the Claremont-Lincoln University and Claremont School of Theology in Claremont, California. It’s just a few miles northeast of L.A. I couldn’t want to say no. And I didn’t want to say no. I was much interested. It would be just a 50 or 60-mile drive for me. And on my long way home to Connecticut.

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Now, for you to understand, I have to go way back. I was living in a suburb of Worcester, Mass. I had started and was running a nice PR office. Had a small staff. I worked mostly for hospitals, with a variety of other clients as well. Was enjoying it all.

But I had read a powerful book, “How to Make a Million Dollars in Real Estate in Your Spare Time.” I was working hard. But I had spare time. And I liked that promise of big money in owning and renting apartments. The book said, “Start with a small apartment building. Six units. Big enough to teach you the ropes. Small enough to be a practical start.”

I looked at this one and that one and that once. Rejected them all. Then I came upon one I liked. It was owned by an Indian named Sulekh Jain. A Ph.D. engineer with metallurgy his specialty. Maybe he had read the same book. I never found out. We negotiated. Agreed on a deal. I gave him a deposit.

He had to do something he wasn’t familiar with: give me a certificate there was no lead paint in the building. Lead paint can be deadly. It was a new law in Massachusetts. He called in an inspector who found lead paint. It killed the deal. Dr. Jain returned my deposit. I continued my search. I found another instead.

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Some months went by. I used to enjoy swimming laps at the Y after my day’s work. One day after a swim I went right across the street to the Worcester Public Library. In one room I spotted Dr. Jain reading. Should I go over and say Hi? I decided yes and approached him.

“John! How are you?” he leaped up and shook my hand. I told him I had just been swimming. He said. “Swimming! How good! I’ve never been able to learn. Always sink!”

And I said, “If you can walk, you can swim.”  Just a short, friendly exchange. I went on a way.  Oh, that lead paint test had been false. He had gone on and sold his building.

Three days later I got a call.  “John! You said if I can walk I can swim. I walk quite well. Would you give me a lesson?”

What to do? I said yes. I gave him a lesson. And another. And another. He swam the pool. And we became friends.  We learned a lot from one another.

One day, he said, “I know you and Pauline have had a romantic American-style upbringing and marriage. We believe in arranged marriages. I met Ravi, my bride, on the eve of our wedding. Our match was negotiated by our parents.”

I was horrified. He said, “We believe young people are too young for such an important decision. No worldly experience. And their passions are raging.  It’s right for our parents to decide for us. It is their great responsibility to us. They have to arrange the best match possible.

“Not easy if your children are not very smart or attractive. Rejection hurts! But our parents have to keep trying till they succeed.  We believe something else.  With a good attitude, love will come!”

Early on, I said to him, “Sulekh, how come you practice Jainism and your names is Jain?”

And he said, “Long ago before the British took over India, we didn’t have last names. The Brtitish said to us, ‘You must have a last name!” Well, we took the name of our religion!”

That is not true of all Jains, however. Many Jains have family names other than Jain.

I learned many other things about Jainism from Sulekh. And he from me. He left Worcester. Went to big jobs in other parts of

the country. We attended the wedding of his son, Anudeep. It lasted three days. He and Ravi attended the wedding of one of my kids. We visited one another.

At that time there were about 40,000 Jains in the U.S. and Canada. They clustered in big cities. They formed a big association, JAINA —the Federation of Jain Associations in North America. He took a big interest, on the side. Was elected national secretary. In time, national president.

He always saying he would take me to India. I was divorced by then. I thought it was just a talk. One day he called. “John, we are

going to India.. I will be touring much of India. A goodwill tour for JAINA. To meet important Jains. I want you to come!”

What?!  I could hardly get away for two weeks together. Besides, I was scared. India!  Wow!”

My daughter Monique convinced me. She was working for me. Later she went on to law school. A talented gal, my daughter.

Sulekh, my friend for 30 years.We have had many adventures together.

Sulekh, my friend for 30 years.We have had many adventures together.

“Dad! You’ve got to go! An incredible opportunity! Everything will go on okay here.”

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          I went. Flew over by myself. They were flying from a different part of the U.S. I  met Ravi and Sulekh at the airport in Delhi. A huge delegation was there to greet him.  Like a cardinal arriving. Or an ambassador. It was a caravan of cars to a wealthy Jain home.  There a servant gave me a roll of toilet paper. Bought just for me.  Indians don’t use it.

I was in an upstairs room. In the middle of the night, a terrible banging and clatter downstairs. I went down. The others were all there.  Monkeys had gotten in through an open window. Were tossing pots and pans around. What an education I got.

We toured India for seven weeks. A chauffeur drove us around. At times, we took short flights. We stayed mostly with well-o-do Jains. But sometimes at an ashram—a religious retreat.

In the evening Sulekh would speak to a group arranged just for him. In Hindi. just a word of English now and then, so I could follow his presentation. At one point he would introduce me and I would say a few words. Everybody was very nice.

They were vegetarians—no violence to animals!—and I had to be vegetarian.  Every night they made sure I was totally wrapped in mosquito netting.  Mosquitoes give malaria!

Every morning my hostess would give me a bottle of water she had washed for me.  “Drink only this water. Nobody else’s water. Never in a restaurant. Waiters crack a bottle of water for you and charge you for it. Then go back to the faucet and re-fill it and re-sell it. They have been drinking this water all their life. Built up an immunity. They don’t understand why foreigners need special water.”

We had a chauffeur drive the three of us around most of the time. Sometimes we flew here or there. I saw great sights. Amazing

Jain temples are breathtakingly beautiful. Sulekh showed me many.

Jain temples are breathtakingly beautiful.
Sulekh showed me many.

places. Especially thousand-year-old Jain temples. Beautiful beyond words.

  I was in a meeting with the publisher with The Times of India. Its most important paper. And had lunch with the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court of India. Not because of me. Because I was with Sulekh.

Our tour…my meeting so many Jains…was a life-changing experience for me.

When I came home, I wrote about that, of course. And I have written about Jainism a number of times. Some of my articles have been published in national Jain newspapers here.

All these many years, my friend Sulekh has continued this work in strengthening JAINA for all Jains in America and in making Jainism better known far and wide.

He continues as one of the   known national leaders of JAINA to this day. It is his passion. No other way to describe it. Someday JAINA will have a statue memorializing Dr. Sulekh Jain, I am sure of that.

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Our friendship has gone on and on. I was the emcee at his 70th birthday party, one of the few white people there.  When I returned from Peace Corps, he had me talk at a Jain temple in Houston where they live.

(I should tell you that I went to India again on my own. Alone. It was an important part of my trip around the world. I traveled all the way across India from Calcutta—now called Kolkata—to Bombay—now called Mumbai. I also went to famous sites.  I also looked up other Jains, one in particular, my good friend RP Jain. A fabulous trip.

Sulekh  has been doing big things. Here is one. Several years ago he began sending Ph.D.s in religion and philosophy—some doctoral candidates also—to India for an intensive program in Jainism.

They lived with Jain families. Attended lectures on Jainism by top experts.  Toured fabulous Jain spiritual and cultural centers—many are ancient, astonishingly beautiful, and world famous. Lived the Jain life. And went sight-seeing to the capital  These scholars paid just a small percentage of the whole bill. Jains picked up the big part of the bill–wealthy Jains in India and here. Year by year, the program has gotten bigger, with more Americans flying over. And back home, these scholars are often teaching courses on Jainism and writing about it.

Now this program is broadening. Soon up to 20 high school teachers will fly to India for three weeks. Same wonderful deal, same program, same focus, but abbreviated.  And they in turn will come back with new knowledge. And word about Jainism and ahimsa will spread. Another group may go this winter. (I may be going with them.)

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 A few years ago, a  remarkable American, David Lincoln along with his wife made a $ 10- million gift to Claremont School of Theology. He has followed up with $40 million. $50 million in all.

This money for Claremont, which has Methodist roots, was earmarked to launch something dramatically new—a school that will do research on and teach courses on many religions. Not only Christianity and Judaism, but many important, if not well known, religions around the world. Jainism being one major one.

You can imagine what a diverse and broad faculty has been developed. The school is now Claremont-Lincoln University and it is making history in the special world of theological schools.

So I went to the symposium at Claremont-Lincoln University with excitement. It is temporarily housed at the Claremont School of Theology,.

The symposium had three parts. The first was a panel with top experts speaking on four Asian isms—Hinduism, Buddhism, Sikhism, and Jainism. I’ll merely mention the panelists. You will thus see their deep backgrounds and points of view.

–Rita D. Sharma, professor of Hindu studies at the University of Southern California and prolific scholar.

–Donald K. Swearer on Buddhism. He is emeritus professor of world religions, with many years at Harvard Divinity School and Swarthmore College.

–Niranjan Singh Khalsa on Sikhism. He is the director of the Sikh Council in California and a leader in the Sikh community for 30 years.

–Jeffery D. Long on Jainism. He is professor of religion and Asian studies at Elizabethtown College in Pennsylvania.. He is the author of the book, “Jainism: an Introduction.” He was one of the early scholars who went to India on the JAIN -sponsored summer program.

Each panelist spoke for a set time, then answered questions for a set time. The result was interesting and instructive, even to a neophyte like me.

The emcee was remarkable. He was fair, friendly, and effective. He kept it moving and lively. He was Dr. Nitin Shah, about 50, poised and vigorous. I thought he was another academic and I mentioned this to him later.

Dr. Shah, the emcee, was an academic but of a different kind!

Dr. Shah, the emcee, was an academic but of a different kind!

He chuckled. He said, “Yes, I am. I am professor of anesthesiology at Loma Linda University School of Medicine!” He chuckled again. Not the kind of academic I had in mind. He is a practicing M.D. and anesthesiology is his specialty. He is a Jain.

Later Sulekh told me that every year Dr. Shah leads free charitable medical camps of volunteer doctors to India and Africa to treat natives who otherwise would not get such expert medical care.

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 Then came dinner. I knew it would be vegetarian. And also 5-star excellent. But I was wrong. It was not only vegetarian. It was vegan.

Vegan, as you may know, is total vegetarianism, meaning no animal products of any kind, including eggs and dairy products (which ordinary vegetarians like me eat. My idea of vegetarian is: I don’t eat animals. I do eat eggs and dairy products–you don’t have to kill the animals in order to eat these).

I was amazed by how many offerings were available. From soup to nuts, so to speak, not overlooking desserts. A variety of soy products substituted for milk products, for instance. Amazing. And how delicious it all was. And how totally satisfying.

There was a lot of good fellowship and good talk and high spirits. But no alcoholic beverages of any kind.

After the relaxed talk came the key address. A rapid and fast-moving and deep scholarly talk by Prof. Jeffery Long on “Jainism and Its Great Relevance in Our Modern World.”

That was not news to me. I’ve heard Sulekh expound often how Jainism offers principles of universal application and importance. And I appreciate that. It was deep, deep, deep. I could see scholars around me focusing on every word and thought. But I had difficulty. I was in deep water although I’m a fair swimmer. But I hung on.

Then something I found impressive.  Present was the academic dean of Claremont-Lincoln, Dr. Philip Clayton. A tall, gracious

Dr. Clayton of Claremont-Lincoln  did something  I'll remember.

Dr. Clayton of Claremont-Lincoln did something I’ll remember.

man with top credentials, including a stretch at Harvard Divinity School.

Here is what wowed me. During Dr. Long’s address, I saw Dr. Clayton scribbling, scribbling, scribbling on a yellow pad. At the end of Dr. Long’s address, Dr. Clayton rose and read what he had composed on that pad. Beautifully and dramatically composed.

It was a 500 word—maybe it was 1,000 words—of synthesis and appreciation of Dr. Long’s address. I was spellbound. It was of publishable quality, without changing a comma. A feat I will long remember.

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Then came a wonderful social hour, with much circling and mingling. I met many interesting new people.

One I enjoyed particularly was Dr. Subhash C. Jain. He came in smart, classic gentleman’s Jain attire —I wish I had a picture to show you. He is professor emeritus of civil and environmental engineering at the University of Iowa. There 40 years!

A genial and smiling man. I asked him how he got into that engineering specialty. He laughed. “Our parents decided everything. Not only whom we would marry but what we would do. Engineering was the Number 1 choice. Medicine was the number 2 choice. Now that’s changing a bit.”

A smile again. “And I was happy with all the decisions my parents made for me.”  My friend Sulekh feels the same way, of course.

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Slowly the group broke up. Some had flown in from long distances. Sulekh, for instance, was going to take a 7 a.m. flight back to the Houston area. Many Indians live there because it approximates the year-round climate of Delhi. Sulekh and I hugged one another and said goodbye.

 He always calls me Bhai John. For 30 years now. It means Brother John.

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          I was one of the last to leave. It was dark out. I wasn’t sure which of several parking lots I had parked in. Not funny.  A young woman came along in the dark. I latched on to her. Her name was Beverly (if I remember correctly).

Charming. She had been one of us. She told me she was completing her doctorate at Claremont-Lincoln. Proudly she added, “I am teaching a course on Jainism at a community college!”

She also had gone to India for a summer on the Jain Program. She went way out of her way for me. I liked her so much I was tempted to give her a hug before she disappeared in the dark.

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  I want to be clear about one thing. It is easy to jump to conclusions. I don’t want you to do that. I am not a Jain. But I greatly admire Jains and some of their beliefs.

For the record, over the years I have sampled the religious services of maybe a dozen faiths, from Unitarianism and other isms to Mennonitism. And some outside Christianity, such as Judaism and Bahai. I have also been to Muslim temples.

And I’ve looked into two very different isms—agnosticism and atheism. All in a spirit of curiosity and desire to understand.

Jains, by the way, do not believe in a Creator God. Sulekh has told me that they use the very same word for Nature and God.

I’m no expert but I believe that the great majority of religions all offer something valuable and good. What we have to keep distinct are core beliefs and superstition. Lots of superstition in the world. Of course, it’s always the other religions that are rife with superstition. Like people’s accents. We never have an accident. It’s always those other people.

So, I was glad to delay my start on my long and slow ride across America for this remarkable symposium. That was my first night of many on the road.

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I had much to think about as I snuggled in my bunk in my van. It took me a while to doze off.

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