Gerald D'Cunha

  “When we give cheerfully and accept gratefully, everyone is blessed.” ―  Maya Angelou   O ne of my childhood memories, which, often, flash before me -– particularly when I try to navigate through the darkness, both, physical and metaphorical –- is that of uncle Gilbert, who lived in our neighbourhood in Mangalore. It was the mid-sixties; I must’ve been a kid of age 7 or 8. There was no electricity in our houses… The kaccha lane, that led to our parish church, was pitch dark in the nights… The lane was untarred, rough and uneven. Uncle Gilbert, who was in his late thirties or early forties, lived halfway through this lane. He was fully blind. Yet, he would never miss a single mass or church prayer service, be it during the day, or be it during the night. With the help of his stick, he managed to go to church, and come back on his own, every single day. Many times, some of us, including little kids, would offer our hands and walk with him. He would keep us engaged...

  “A mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge.” ―  George R.R. Martin,  A Game of Thrones   S ome days ago, when I was about to retire for the day, I happened to see a message from a stranger. He wrote: “Mr. Gerald, last week, I had been to my friend’s house (Nitin Arora), where I found your new blog book and got immediately attracted towards it. Seeing my face, Nitin immediately handed the book to me saying, ‘You know my allergy for the books… Take it, you will love it.’… Thus, I am the proud owner of your book… Let me tell you, I haven’t put it down!” Well, I was hugely   flattered, and got a sound sleep that night! Nitin was one of my dear ex-students. He is well-placed in life. A few months ago, when I had approached him for the subscription of these ten-book series, he gladly did. But, he said the same thing to me, “Gerry Sir, you know my allergy for the books. So, this subscription is not for your books, but for...

  “I blinked my eyes and in an instant, decades had passed.” ―  John Mark Green, ‘ Taste the Wild Wonder: Poems ’   A n old neighbour of mine had invited us to visit their home… The Ganesha was to leave for the visarjan , late last evening. Before visiting their house, I visited another resident of that colony, where a friend of mine lived with his wife. A month ago, late one night, this friend had messaged me, saying, that the cancer (of his wife) had relapsed, and this time, aggressively at multiple places. Two surgeries later, and after a clear chit from some renowned Oncologists at Tata Memorial and elsewhere, my friend was unable to believe, that the relapse could happen. Anyway, he stood like a rock beside his wife, who had to undergo very strong Chemo’s (surgeries were ruled out)… Today morning at 7, the last chemo was scheduled… When I met my friend and his wife, late last evening, I could sense the anxiety behind the smiling faces… “Be strong, Ma’...

  “Educating the mind without educating the heart is no education at all.” —  Aristotle   I had taught Naresh in his T. Y. B. Com. It was forty years ago. We have remained as good friends ever since. Some months ago, his daughter Debanshee got married to her sweetheart, Sooraj, in a simple temple ceremony in America. Naresh and his wife, Sangeeta, attended this simple ceremony alongside boy’s parents. A couple of days ago, Naresh had shared on WhatsApp a beautiful invite for the reception they have planned here in Mumbai (on 13 th of this month). I, immediately, thanked him for the invite and confirmed, that my wife and I would, certainly, grace the occasion… Yesterday, early in the morning, there was a call from Naresh… “Good morning Sir; hope, it’s not too early to call you.” “Not at all, Naresh,” I said. “Sir, though we have sent you the invite on WhatsApp, Sangeeta and I wanted to invite you and Anima, personally.” Then, Naresh and Sangeeta invited ...

  “The best preparation for tomorrow is doing your best today.” ― H. Jackson Brown Jr.     W hile Jesus was dying on the cross, in pain and sorrow, the High Priests, the teachers of religious (Jewish) law, mocked him.   “He saved others; but, he can’t save himself… Didn’t he claim, that he was the king of Israel? Let him come down from the cross right now, and we will believe in him…   He said, ‘I am the Son of God.’    S o, let his God rescue him now, if his God wants him.” As a Christian, I am told in the Gospels, that Jesus knew of his painful end, and he, also, had foretold about his resurrection after three days of his crucifixion. Because, I was born in Christian faith, it’s easy for me to accept that fact.  But, if I am not a believer in Christ, perhaps, I might scoff him saying the same thing that the High Priests did: “Hello, you saved others; why can’t you save yourself now… If you are the Son of God, come down from the cros...

  “In order to understand the world, one has to turn away from it occasionally." ―  Albert Camus   S haina* has been a regular reader of my blogs. She would comment, too… Sometimes, in the Blogs… sometimes, on FB… and, sometimes, privately on WhatsApp. She had subscribed to the books which I am, presently, putting together from my blog articles (10 beautifully-designed books, one in every three months). About a week ago, I had couriered to her a hard copy of volume 1. Later, I messaged her, a couple of times, to check if she had received the copy. But, there wasn’t any response… I could, also, make out, that she hadn’t checked her messages. So, yesterday, I sent another message to her, “Shaina, is everything ok?” This time, Shaina did reply: “Gerry Sir… I am extremely sorry for being unresponsive. I am ok; and thank you so much for checking on . It means a lot.. I have just been having a very hectic time last few months, both, on the professional and pers...

  “A man grows most tired while standing still.” —  Chinese Proverbs   M any years ago, when I had asked a doctor friend of mine, “When are you getting settled”, his answer was hilarious. He jokingly said, “Only mud settles in life.” Well, being a doctor, just an MBBS or an MD weren’t enough for a doctor. The world they lived in wanted them to keep adding one specialty or a super-specialty after another… and, therefore, my friend was tossing the familiar line from his profession: “Doctors don’t settle… Only mud settles in life.” Anyway, I had innocently asked him, “Mere dost, tum shaadi kab koroge?” Earlier, this friend had shared an interesting story with me… “When the fishermen in Japan go to the deep seas, they erect huge water tanks aboard their launces to bring the fishes home alive. And, to doubly ensure that, they put some sharks into those tanks.” I still remember that story… Every time I wake up in the morning, I remind myself with it… “Friend, no...