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HUNTING FOR AN EAGLE EGG ON EASTER

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  “If people in your circle aren’t contributing to your growth, then, you’re not in a circle… you’re in a cage.” Kianu Starr   G rowing up in my native village, we kids do not remember having heard of the Easter Eggs and the Easter Bunny. All that we heard was of the real eggs our hens laid and the real bunny who lived a little away in the jungle! So, as the standard of living – or shall I call it, lifestyle? – improved, came along the idea of colourful Easter Eggs and Bunny into our lives… The Risen Lord, Jesus Christ, alone knows how funny these Easter Bunny, Eggs and Buns are! Anyway, if hunting for these Eggs, Bunny and Buns on an Easter morning can make children and adults happy, I think, the Lord, also, would be happy… Why be so serious about life? After all, Easter is all about hope and renewal… Isn’t it?   C oming Tuesday morning, we will be commencing our summer programme on Personality Development for young kids. Lord, also, knows, that every k...

IS IT STILL 'LIKE FATHER, LIKE SON'?

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  “They come through you, but not from you; and though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.” Kahlil Gibran in ‘The Prophet’   T here are some things we inherit from our fathers. If we wish to call them DNA or genes, let’s do. But, to blindly put it on our fathers is plain ignorance… It’s not fair! The saying, ‘Like father, like son’ – ‘As is the father, so is the son’ – has come from the Latin origin: “Qualis pater, talis filius”. But, I don’t think, that it is so either in Rome or anywhere else in the world! Between the father and the son, no doubt, there is blood connection. But, there is, also, that invisible, yet all-powerful, filter called ‘Our Choices’… Yes, just as the father made his own choices, the son makes his own. Period. My father was a born extrovert; I was a born touch-me-not! He, regaled strangers with his raw talent for singing (Konkani folksongs) at every available social venue; I desperately hid myself from everyone! He was an andhb...
THE WILD, WAYSIDE FLOWERS
There is, always, something extra-ordinary in the wild, wayside flowers...