Monday, January 25, 2010

Children & Sue-Side

After the blockbuster movie ‘3 Idiots & the whole controversy following the movie, it has successfully hit every chart, never the less it has also hit the suicide charts in the country. Everyday there are little children ending lives by handing themselves. On one hand we believe that today’s children are tomorrow’s future, on the other hand suicidal cases as headlines are flashing all media channels. These are indeed some gruesome realities embracing the country. The question is not how such things are happening in fact, why is it happening and what can be done to stop it.

Who is to be blamed for this? The parents? The institute? Or the Child? The answer is simple, no one. Everyone goes through Tension, pressure and challenging situations in life, but the one who has the guts to face the reality and fight back are the one’s who win. It’s all about how well one deals with situations. When a kid finds difficulty whom does he seek first? If he wants to express his feelings of happiness, sadness whom does he look up to? It is not just this but a number of things that follow. Suicide is not a one days thought, but a series of frustration, pressure that a child goes through for years together. If the child cannot express he is bound to take such drastic steps in life which leaves not only his family & friends but also the people in and around him in utter distress.

Some people think counseling and psychologists are meant to be consulted only when things are worse or for that matter if one visits a counselor he is psychic. Breaking the myth, it’s not about being psychic but just knowing what to do next before someone else commits a suicide. And who knows a child better than his parents.

Here are certain points that have to be kept in mind by the parents in order to guide the child in a way that he feels free.

Communicate to the child on daily basis casually & know about his school, friends, studies etc. Remember the better you communicate the more freely the child can express his thoughts to you.

Try not to demoralize and compare the child with another as every child is different. Not all can be business men or doctors; some have to be leaders in their own field of interest.

Give the child the freedom to choose between his career and hobbies. If he wants to make his hobby his career and is keen on perusing it, let him go ahead, support him.

Try to be friends and a guide to the child whom he can share his troubles and difficulties with.

Do not pressurize the child, as no work is done the best under pressure.

Indulge the child in at least one extra curricular activity of his interest like sports, music, dance, instruments etc where he enjoys himself.

Try to balance the child’s daily routine, giving equal and enough time for every activity done during the day.

Lastly, it’s about proper guidance & love that nurtures the child and all that the child grasps in his initial years is lived on forever. Therefore what is today’s input is tomorrows output

Monday, January 18, 2010

The Coloring boy! ~ Short Story!

He looked lost in the traffic around him. But even through his tearful eyes he sold coloring books for some money. After a few nods he could finally find someone whom he could convince. He then would go to a place and hide to count the money he had just earned. He himself never learnt to count. After all he was just 7years old. It didn’t matter to him how much money he had but what was more convincing to him was the amount of coins that were with him. If someone would pay him a note of Rs.10 he thought it was not as valuable as much as someone who paid him the same Rs.10 in ten coins. I saw him struggle arranging all the money under the flyover. And sitting profusely restless in the heat of the sun in an auto rickshaw, this little boy had the power to aberrant my mind towards him.

As I still sat watching the kid carefully, I noticed another boy; someone who was almost 15-16years old was heading towards him. The boy was tall, plump and also seemed a little scary. Looking at him, the little boy ran away. I was left utter confused. And the signal turned green. My rickshaw started on its way to Thane. The lovely wind blew over my face and I was relived. Just then, after a few meters away, I seen a mob gathered around. It didn’t seem the usual one, so I ordered the rickshaw driver to stop. He refused in Marathi, saying “Kai tai, he tar nehmichach asta, thokla asel koni bhekarya mulala”. He meant to say that this is an everyday scene. Someone might have hit a beggar. I sat astonished. I prayed, hoping it was not that little boy. Even though I didn’t know him, I knew that there was something that the kid had in him, something unusual.

I stopped the rickshaw and ran with curiosity towards the mob; following me was the rickshaw driver. My prayers were not answered, it was the same boy, still breathing hard and trying to wake up. All the coloring books he had were shattered all around him as he fell helpless. I picked him up and took him to a nearby hospital in the same rickshaw. He had lost a lot of blood but I was happy he was alive. After a few hours he came to conscious. And I decided to meet him.

The very moment he saw me he smiled. My eyes filled with tears as I sat beside him. I learnt a very heart taking story from him. He was the only child who was thrown out of the house to earn money. He wanted to study, he told me he liked music and danced in every wedding band that played in the hall near by. But he knew money was more important than his desires & likings. The bruises on his tender hands that he showed me were of iron heated rods that his step brother who ran behind him for money gave him if he didn’t hand over the money. And as his eyes filled with pain, drew towards me, my heart was touched. I wanted to hand over his step brother to the police when the kid spoke to me maturely and told me not to do so. He told me he had forgiven his brother and so should I.

I was on my way for an interview, when I met this boy. Today he lives with me. I call him Raj. He is accomplishing his chemical engineering. That day I had learnt a lesson from a 7year old boy, a lesson of forgiveness & simplicity. He made my life colourful.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

The School ~ Our Temple

Remember when you first went to school, the first time you cried, the first time you were left all alone without your parents, it might be the horrible, isn’t it? But today as you look back to that day, it makes one happy because if it wasn’t that day at school, learning the first ABC would be difficult, but was for those teachers who made it simple & easy for us. It’s the place where we were guided, nurtured & molded as a whole new being. It was then that we learnt to recognize ourselves.

Leaving back all those riches, toys, clothes, poverty, parents home we came to an institution together that in turn build in us a ray of light for tomorrow’s darkened world. It provides and makes a child know himself better. It’s a temple. When we all go to our respective religious places of worship the first thing we do is bow our heads before God and that’s exactly what a school is all about, where no matter how much we were yelled at and punished but as we look at it today our heads bow down in respect, for what was taught to us as a kid we shall never forget and all those teachers who made our lives worth are our God indeed.

In temples we learn to pray just as similarly as we learn and build our knowledge in school. Teachers who were there to guide us at every fall taught us the values. They taught us to respect, to share, to love and to help those in need and the list goes on.

A saying goes ‘we learn through our own mistakes’ but the fact is learning which was inherited in us was because of our teachers. People, who grow to be rich, successful & famous, have not just learnt through their mistakes but it is all because of those teachers who taught them how to grasp the nuances and affix them perfectly in their day to day life. But Alas! It is very sad to see just a handful of them remember their works. For a teacher is a mother, a father and a guiding light for a little child in those crucial years of their life. She is the one who helps in molding the child’s future & his career. No wonder a teacher is called God and God’s called a teacher.

As we realize what we are today is all because of someone who taught us the very essence of life, let’s remember them and help them in all that they need. There was a time when we fell because of our mistakes & they helped us stand profoundly among the others. Today we have a chance to tell them how much we care. So let’s take the smallest initiative to thank and help all of them and tell them that all that they taught us & all that we are today, we owe to them.

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Why am I not beautiful?

The way one looks at you doesn’t determine your beauty or for that matter your popularity among friends, peers or the world around you. If you associate beauty with looks then you are wrong. It’s is far beyond than what it really looks like it is. Beauty is in the soul, the mind, the body & the inner self. When you look at yourself in the mirror it’s not just the outer self that you have to see but your inner being, what you really are. Life is like that.

Most of us see life the way we see ourselves in the mirror, just the outer looks. But when you learn to see the inner beauty, the inner reason of living in this world, one will learn what the true meaning of it is.

Many say I am not beautiful, but fail to realize that beauty is skin deep as the saying goes. If you know how to judge yourself you have marked your way in this competitive world. Remember looks, behavior & status keep changing but what remain with people are your deeds & values and that’s what you have to be.

The New Year has recently begun and the vigor and zeal of resolutions are in the run. It isn’t too late to begin what we call it the “practice of the soul”. This might sound a bit nostalgic but this mind will let you see the light of a new beginning as the year goes ahead.

One of those beast ways to look deep within you is to close your eyes and think of nothing but just imagine yourself as a whole. Think that you are not you but another person and jot down in your mind what are the things that you do not want to see in yourself. It’s one of those easiest ways to life, moreover a happy life.

Leave the alteration of beauty to the products available in the market, for they are momentary, but if you change the beauty within, you will start loving yourself which is in itself a beauty. It’s only when you learn to love yourself will you know what you need and what not. After all we are best judges of ourselves. There is much more to learn so simply start by loving your self let this be your resolution for the New Year.

School-memories forever…

School, Classes, Dance, Music, Parties, Chat, Phone calls, Books, puppy love, all this simply vanishes in a few years. The class 10th farewell might have been the most touchy of all. Imagine after spending 10 years together we bid adieu to all our ’Chaddi friends’ who have been with us all through 10years of our lives. All getting apart on the same day. Different fields, colleges, new world, colourful dresses, new friends but yet not the same bonding & yaari. Even though we make new friends & even best friends in college those school friends are still so dear. After a long break even if you meet a friend from school to whom you never spoke to, tears simply roll down as we look back to those kiddy days spend together and you run to talk to them.

Those fights might have been real frustrating at that time but today as we look back don’t you wish it continued a bit more? School was probably the best place we could ever be, safe, careful, nurtured well behaved. In college we got the freedom we always wanted but we still loved school. Sometimes this sounds emotional, but when we look at school after a long time we wish those days never ended. College taught us to see the real world but school taught us how to see it. Which is more important, depends, but what we learnt from our teachers in those 10years will always be carried all through our lives. No matter how much they smacked us but what we learnt from that we will never forget.

Looking back at school reminds us of the favorite vada pav and the samosa in the canteen. We’ll never find a better place that can offer those same delights as in school. The break time was probably the most enjoyed time of all. Alas! No one can deny the fact that school is over…but what remains back are memories forever...

Life is like a MBA Entrance Exam!


In case you just come across these MBA entrance exam papers you will notice the people giving them are almost half by the time the D-day comes. That's exactly the case with the time you get to understand life your one leg is in the grave and the other on the banana skin. not to blame any one by that's the fact of life.

If you again look carefully and try to solve the problem I'm sure you will loose your sense of actually finding out things the straight way. moreover the answers are straight before you but you still want to confirm it over & over again, since you don't want to take a chance. After you actually solve the sum & finally are satisfied, you realize the answer you have got is not there in the options "Ghor Sankat". Trust me this is the most terrible of all. when you actually sit down and spend almost 20mins over one sum & you realize 'shucks' there is no option as what? you go with the answer that is very near to the answer you got...Bingo!'ll never get it right, above that you lose marks by 0.5 negative marking :(

sometimes you go 'luck by chance' and think of answering a question by playing Akad bakkad bambe buu...again, all the options look similar...after actually staring at the options for 5mins you decide to move to the next...opss!...the next looks even more dangerous...the you think the earlier one was better...and again jump to it...

By the time you keep doing this the bell rings and the paper is done with just 30 attempts...

thats exactly the scene with the time you try to understand life your almost on your death bed..trying to solve the mystery is more difficult because you always tend to choose the wrong options(Marriage) and then think after 25yrs of marriage i wish i said a yes to Parvati..atleast yeh panvati toh haath nahi lagti...

well, in both these situations what really hits the bull's eye is the Strategy that you apply, the right strategy in MBA will get you into an IIM and the right strategy in life will get you a happy life...

Well, but we are humans. if we don't make a mistake who will? Isn't it?
Jai ho!