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WHAT IT MEANS TO BELONG

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  “We all see only  that which we are trained to see.” Robert Anton Wilson S hadab is a gentleman... a ‘gentle man’, I said. He is an educated man... I said an ‘educated’ man. Some years ago, when he and his wife came to live in the housing society, I was its Chairman. When he moved in, he had one daughter, Maham, who is now in her early teens. Just when Covid broke out, our family moved to a flat (owned by my brother-in-law) in a nearby society. Our own flat, meanwhile, is under lock and key. I am very fond of young kids. I want them to develop the reading habit. Hence, for many years, I have been gifting our books to several kids. Maham has been a beneficiary of these books. One of the many books I had gifted to Maham was titled ‘I am Good, The World is Good’. The  book had an apt baseline – ‘Jaisi Dhrishti, Waisi Shrishti’. The book was intended to sensitize young kids to develop an inclusive outlook towards the society... help them stay away from social and re...

THE FOUR QUESTION MARKS

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  O ne of the nails you and I hammer while we raise our houses of failure is - giving up when we feel discouraged. Trust me, it’s not easy to be optimistic and stay hopeful when this nail hits us hard. But, then, one thing is sure: If you and I love life, believe in the goodness our hearts possess – and, above all, if we recognize how fortunate we are for the blessings God has bestowed upon us, yes, right through this deep sense of gratitude for the gift of life, all our feelings of discouragement can dissolve. Nothing is going to cripple our souls till we choose to celebrate life... All of us start dreaming, because we believe in our innate goodness... not because other believe in us. Others belief in us can be a great help, but not before we believe in our own selves... Giving up when discouraged – when people say ‘No’, or show discouragement – yes, giving up when discouraged is a pure excuse. As Jim Rohn puts it, it’s a nail we allow ourselves to be hit hard with -   ...

EVERY CHAMPION WAS ONCE A CONTENDER

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  “The gem cannot be polished without friction; nor man perfected without trials.” Chinese Proverb   M y wife and I had attended the wedding reception of Chandini, who was my student, ten years ago. Her brother Suraj and their father Prakash – all had been my students, particularly that of the Personality Development programme conducted by The Dawn Club. Chandini’s three cousins, Kanchan, Shradha and Sneha, and even Kanchan’s son Kapil – all of them had been students of these programmes. Yesterday, at the reception, I had the privilege of meeting all of them and several more. I am talking about many students who crossed my path over past forty or so years. Almost all of them, are, now, well-placed in life. And, almost all of them tell me proudly, that they keep talking about me to their young children, who, now, go to the ‘finest schools’ around the world. Shradha, who lives in Netherlands, was so excited to see me, that she, oblivious of the guests around her, was a...

SHALL WE TAKE A RAIN CHECK?

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  “In learning, you will teach; in teaching, you will learn.” Phil Collins   “I heard a speaker once saying, after quoting the poem (No Time to Stand and Stare):   Stand and stare at the toothless smile of a baby, the graceful gliding of a bird, the hue of a flower in bloom, the rippling water, the lashing waves. These words, somehow, stayed in my mind to be reminded through your blog just now. Thanks Gerry.” K amala Parthasarathy ma’am was my colleague in Atomic Energy Junior college when I started my teaching career there, sometime in 1980. She was a senior and popular English teacher, and I was a fresh import from my gaon (Mangalore) – just 20-plus... very raw, nervous and inexperienced. I had carried with me my low self-esteem, which, I would, now, try to camouflage with newly-injected steroid called ‘Positive Thinking’... Courtesy -   Napoleon Hill, Dale Carnegie, Norman Vincent Peale and their fraternity. I was so full of this positive psy...

NO TIME TO STAND AND STARE

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  “What is this life if, full of care. We have no time to stand and stare.” William Henrey Daveis   B eauty is there everywhere... We are surrounded by it. Only thing is: Most of it goes unnoticed by us... Because, we are frantically busy; or, we look for it somewhere far, in grand settings... Beauty around us, therefore, escapes our eyes... Many of us travel to exotic places... Yes, we call it break, vacation, get away, holiday and so on. But, if it is a ‘break’, a vacation – a leisure in true sense -   then, we should not be obsessed with broadcasting our ‘vacation’ live, 24/7 on social media... We miss the point – the very purpose of our ‘get away’ from our frantic schedule in our cities. It is difficult, for many of us, to stay anonymous for a few days during our get aways...   We need someone to remind us, that when we chase big things in life, we miss the beauty of small things around us. Like, I loved teaching as a young man... Teaching, bein...

WHATEVER HAPPENED TO OUR INNOCENT DAYS?

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  “If a man is to shed the light of the sun on other men, he must, first of all, have it within himself.” Romain Rolland   L ast evening, I was talking to (over the phone) one of my very old students, now a dear friend. He is in his mid-fifties and, for many years, he has been working and living in Singapore. “Sir, I am heading the risk-management team in this global bank. But, every time I address my subordinates, I remind them this: ‘Your fundamentals matter... be them subject-related, or be them values-related.” When I asked him if he was in touch with his schoolmates and friends, my friend said, that he was in touch with all of them for a long time till the emergence of social media platforms. But, when he saw how they – once his close friends - started venting out publicly their polarizing, hate-filled views in the WhatsApp and other social-media groups, he decided to stay away from all social-media groups. “Many of them have so hardened, that they are best le...

WHEN HOME IS THE MOUTH OF A SHARK

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  “No one leaves home unless home is the mouth of a shark.” Warsan Shire   W hen I was small, almost every young man and a girl from my native place, Mangalore, migrated to big Indian cities or to one of the Gulf countries. A handful of young ones migrated to the West, either to pursue studies and eventually to settle down there, or they went there in pursuance of work. Whatever the reason for one’s migration, one thing is clear: no one leaves home unless the situation he now finds himself/herself in is ‘bad’... I remember, while I was still a kid. Just outside our local, primary school, there used be tents raised by poor migrants from the interior places of   our own state (Karnataka). Imagine this: If we were looking for better pastures in some other cities, these poor migrants were finding better pastures here in our own village. And, this has been the migrants’ story all over the world. Cities like Mumbai, Bangalore, Delhi, Calcutta, Hyderabad are flooded...

THE UNDELIVERED CHRISTMAS CAKE

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      I am reposting this ‘ten-year old’ Blog with fond memories of an amazing woman... our old neighbour, Mrs. Rohini Bhadekar... And, I am doing it with a reason... “Crippled things are always more beautiful… It's the flaw that brings out beauty.”   Holly Black ,  Tithe: A Modern Faerie Tale   O ne of the biggest sources of stress for a householder woman is: Maid Management. Man, though takes this stress indirectly on his head, it is she who deals with this problem called – Maid Management – directly on a daily basis. My wife and I are not spared from this problem and its consequence: stress. They don’t stick… They make fuss… They are unreasonable in their demands… They don’t turn up on the day we need them the most… They speak rudely… They get influenced by other maids… Their work is shoddy… They are  ‘kaam-chors’ … They are not dependable and trustworthy… They should know who is their ‘Boss’… etc., etc… “Don’t look for perfection...
THE WILD, WAYSIDE FLOWERS
There is, always, something extra-ordinary in the wild, wayside flowers...