Gerald D'Cunha

  “I concluded, that in politics, as in life, the real struggle  is not us-versus-them. It is us-versus-us.”   Miles Taylor   D uring yesterday’s PD session, our young kids were debating.  Most of them have just cleared their class-10 and are seeking admission in what they believe to be the ‘best colleges in town’. It’s very interesting –-   even entertaining -– when you listen to them. Some are fed-up wearing uniforms till now… So, they want to be free from it by joining some town-side colleges which have no uniform… Some want to step out of their ‘suburban bubbles’… explore the joy and roughness of commuting by Mumbai local… “Nothing else teaches us how to be rough-and-tough,” they argue. Some assume, that some of the downtown colleges will give them the ‘best’ teaching, while some think, that these colleges will help them with varieties of clubs… “Such exposure makes us confident in life,” they assert. When these young kids debate on this su...

  “Dare to fail and you will never fail to dare!”  Selma Benkiran   T hirteen-year-old Aarya was on stage, this evening. She wanted to share with us about one of her major fears -– the fear of failure. I knew about her passion for playing football since she was very small. She played for her school and regularly toured with her school team, both inside and outside the state of Maharashtra. She was a crazy fan of Lionel Messy and had spoken animatedly about him in the class (She had attended our PD programme consecutively for five summers) arguing with others, as to why Messy was greater than Ronaldo… why he was the real GOAT. Thus, this evening, when she was on stage, I didn’t expect Aarya to share what she did. She told us about her nagging fear of failure -– how, often, it weighed upon her head, made her feel overwhelmed, and even prevented her from taking part in several important competitions… “What if I fail?” Well, to those, who are not familiar with fear o...

  “Lord, we don't need another mountain There are mountains and hillsides enough to climb There are oceans and rivers enough to cross Enough to last until the end of time.” From the song ‘What the world needs now’   by Dionne Warwick S ome days ago, I messaged to a young mother: “Ma’am, Noyonika (daughter) has to attend a workshop tomorrow from 4 to 6 pm. The topic of the work shop will be ‘Effective use of time.” Then, I added, “Ma’am, even you can join the workshop… You know, it’s a useful subject.” It's was 10.30 in the night when I sent this message. “Noyonika will attend the workshop, Sir. I won’t be able to attend as it would be a working day.”   She added, “Sir, I am still on my way home.” And, here at our home, we were set to go off to bed. I told my wife about the conversation I just had. A couple of days later, during the Public Speaking session, Noyomika was on stage. I told everyone about the conversation I had with her mother a few days earlier...

"At the heart of mastery lives consistency.” Robin Sharma W e get to hear a lot about the compounding effect of our investments. Obviously, the reference is to our financial investments. “Start early with whatever little investment... Stay consistent... Stay long invested... and, over the years, you will be surprised to see how hugely your wealth grows.” To me, that wisdom on financial literacy did not come either early or late in life. Rather, as I did not choose to invest financially, I did not amass any financial wealth in my life. However, unwittingly, I started making my small investments — daily, consistently, over long years — in my random writings. And, the same Law of Compounding applied here, too... my wealth of written work compounded into a great treasure... Today, when I am coming out with ten books from my years of blogging, all that I have to do is — to draw from this ‘rich well’... As a young migrant into this city of dreams, when I was barely 20-plus —...

  “You, always, say such lovely things to me, Red. Do you say them to yourself?”   Talia Hibbert,  Get a Life, Chloe Brown   F or several years –- particularly in my twenties to thirties (and even in the first part of forties)   -- I have done a hell lot of work. Read ‘hell lot’ means heavy work, hard work, donkey work, or whatever. Before I married to my wife, I had married to my work… and, that first marriage continued till, one day -- right in the midst of my frantic work, my wife fell severely ill, got hospitalized for a month… then, for almost two years, needed my total attention…   I remember going through anxiety and guilt at the same time. It was difficult to reset my priorities at that point of time… It was telling on my own health… One evening, my dear friend and associate at The Dawn Club, Dr. Deepak, who had just become a Psychiatrist in his mid-twenties, came over to my place. We both sat on the floor, and he helped me deal with my a...

“Sometimes, the bravest and most important thing you can do is just show up.” Brené Brown   O ur summer programme (spread over two months) is on... When I was growing up, the summers were a complete break from studies... I remember spending the entire summer vacation at my maternal grandparents’ place... Oh, that glorious village life -- ponds, running streams, fields, orchards of mangoes, cashews, jackfruits... no books, no studies, no exams... yes, no getting up, dressing up and showing up, no matter how you felt each morning. We returned from our grandparents’ place only late in the evening before our school reopened... Now, the summer vacations are no more meant to ‘break free’ from the routine studies and exams... For each kid, be it in the villages or be it in the cities, summer vacations are meant to do extra studies – with preparation for some entrance exams, or tuitions, or a dozen other classes – dance, sports, singing, computer or soft skills etc. I am guil...

  “Our fingerprints don’t fade  from the lives we touch.”   Judy Blume   A close relative of mine worked as a school teacher for all her working life and retired a few years ago. As the financial situation at home demanded, she tutored several students at home after her school hours including on Sundays. Her husband, who worked at the Docks, had to work through all the three shifts till he, too, retired some years ago. Their two children got highly educated and well-placed in life. It was only after their children got well-settled in life, the retired relatives of mine began to travel both inside and outside the country... My relative, the retired teacher, loved my Blogs. She would, always, ask me in amazement: “How do you write so beautifully, and how do you find new stories for your every new Blog?” She would add, “I have taught hundreds of students through my teaching career; but, I haven’t been able to do what you have been doing through your writings (b...