My Life, My Experience, My Learning - An Open Book!

Phew, time flies and you are already seventy, With a curious mind, smile, energy and temper of Twenty 😊 ! You are the most generous, most gracious, Yet the most tempestuous, most impetuous 😊 ! You have the most curious mind, Yet the most indifferent mind 😊 ! You treat everyone the same, With abundance of love n anger all at the same time 😊 ! You have the cleanest & noblest of hearts filled with good intention, Yet you would allow yourself piercing words for damage infliction 😊 ! Your nervous energy keeps the house going, You make us run and at times we all take hiding to avoid your beating 😊 ! Your desire for cleanliness, orderliness and predictability is commendable, Your neglect for your own inner n outer health is reprehensible 😊 ! With time, age and experience, you are bogged down by inertia and negativity, Now is the time to break free and embrace positivity 😊 ! Eldest of 8 siblings, responsibility was your compani

Abey Saale (Euphoria) to Amma, please hodibeda (Mercy Petition) – 120 minutes of madness, a life lesson learnt! Circa – 1988, Gora Colony (Near Kevadia) After spending a brief while at the Kevadia camp site, we had moved to our new abode – an independent home @ Gora Colony. Brexit happened in 1947, but we still had enough remnants of the imperial past. Gora Colony was apparently used to house British officers’ way back and had ever since retained the same name. Guess the country was less nationalist then 😊! Kevadia Camp Site and Gora Colony were connected by a bridge on the River Narmada. It was a sight to see Narmada in full spate during the monsoons. The connectivity with Kevadia would be lost owing to the dangerous water levels along the bridge. We all would walk down from Gora Colony which was at an elevation to the bridge to just catch a glimpse of the gorgeous Narmada. My love and admiration for flowing water started with Narmada. Maybe for the first time I saw a

Circa – 1987, Gujarat Spinning Mills Limited Public School (GSLPS), Rajpipla, Gujarat As family: Amma, Appa and I had recently moved to Kevadia, Gujarat from Kudremukh, Karnataka. Appa had chosen to expand his horizons beyond Govt Sector companies that he had served successfully till now. The project in hand to be associated was alluring – Sardar Sarovar Dam and financially rewarding for those times. It was a huge transition for the entire family, the enormity of that only dawns upon me today. But such were those simpler times, you just packed and moved on to the next destination. Life was possibly simpler, or the people kept it simple. Kevadia Colony was no Kudremukh by any stretch of imagination then. We moved in during the summer and the extreme heat of the summer surely had me perspiring like never before 😊 . I had not broken a sweat in Kudremukh and here I was bathed in it profusely 😊 . Obviously, Kevadia Colony was still a camp site and Kudremukh back then

Failure is often looked down upon and admonished. We from a young age are asked to pursue success without being guided on how to handle or overcome failures when we face them. We are all told that we must stay away from failure. For failure symbolizes being inferior instilling deep sense of fear in many of us. What we are not told is, Failure is a certainty, just like death is! We will fail more often than we succeed. For the fear of failure or death, would we stop trying or living? Absolutely no way! We fail many a times in our personal and professional lives only to get up the next day to fight it out. Sometimes the battles are within and sometimes they are outside. Yours truly, from a very young age has failed more often than he has tasted success in his personal and professional life. I have tried running away/hiding/confining myself at the sight or thought of failure. No way, this helped in allaying the fear of failure. The realization that would dawn upon me every time