I remember the day I held your arms and swung you round and round. The heavens were watching in amazement - the time had stood still! I had the power in my arms - and you were smitten by this swinging round and round just connected by the joints of our hands. You and your friends came clamouring for more and more. AND THEN ALL OF YOU STARTED SWINGING EACH OTHER - it was something I will never forget. Who was swinging whom, it didn't matter. Everyone wanted to be swung and everyone wanted to swing some one.
It had all started spontaneously. I remember my uncle doing it to me when I was just five years. I remember doing it to my younger sister - and as I grew up I was doing it with my younger students and NOW IT WAS YOU!
AND NOW I HEAR THAT YOU HAVE GROWN UP! You have grown up. And I have grown older. Even if I want to swing you - WOULD YOU LET ME? Or rather, WILL I HAVE THE POWER TO SWING YOU? An act of joy that you and I shared - may not be possible. It is not possible for you NOT TO GROW UP and it is not possible for me not to grow older.
Friday, December 25, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
I KNOW I CAN ACHIEVE ANYTHING! I HAVE A WHOLE LIFE-TIME TO DO IT!
I never knew `NO'. My life has been a YES - YES - YES all the way. Every challenge spurred my `survival instincts' - and I swam all the rivers and climbed all the hills of my life. I tore my skin on thorny bushes - I skidded on stony surfaces and got scars all over - BUT I REACHED! Bruised but victorious! There were short term failures - but they were `short term' - in the end I always achieved what I had set out to.
As I relentlessly strive towards creating an extra-ordinary grass root revolution of sports - there is a continuous battle in my mind - there are physical and mental injuries - the wounds continue to fester - AND I KNOW THIS COULD LAST ME MY WHOLE LIFE! But, I too, am ready - for this mother of all battles has to be won. For I owe this to my mother-land, for not to do would mean losing the very MEANING OF MY LIFE!
As I see mediocrity and unscrupulousness being `rewarded' - as I see honesty being scoffed at - as I see cronies ruling the roost - I KNOW THE BATTLE IS INDEED VERY VERY TOUGH. But I have never known `NO'. I know I can achieve anything. I have a whole life-time to do it.
As I relentlessly strive towards creating an extra-ordinary grass root revolution of sports - there is a continuous battle in my mind - there are physical and mental injuries - the wounds continue to fester - AND I KNOW THIS COULD LAST ME MY WHOLE LIFE! But, I too, am ready - for this mother of all battles has to be won. For I owe this to my mother-land, for not to do would mean losing the very MEANING OF MY LIFE!
As I see mediocrity and unscrupulousness being `rewarded' - as I see honesty being scoffed at - as I see cronies ruling the roost - I KNOW THE BATTLE IS INDEED VERY VERY TOUGH. But I have never known `NO'. I know I can achieve anything. I have a whole life-time to do it.
I HAVE LIED IN SELF-DEFENSE!
I always have lived truthfully. But the world around me refused me this. It wanted to make a liar out of me. So I lied. But I lied in self defense. Now the world calls me A LIAR.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
BREAKING FREE! COME ON GIRLS!
This could be the most controversial piece that I have ever written. But the unique journey of life that I have lived tugs at my very soul - and I must put it to paper, for not doing it would give me enormous pain.
I have loved girls. I always wanted to be a girl - as most boys do! I couldn't live without my mother. As I grew up, I always was playing along with girls - till the gestures of elders and the girls I played with started changing - a subliminal indication that I should play WITH BOYS. In the rains, in which I danced - I often wondered why my younger sister too couldn't - a wedge was created in my soul. I saw the injustice and vowed that when I grew up I would change things.
The girls are supposed to sweep floors, wash the vessels, cook food and maybe iron their brothers' clothes. Times have changed, you may suggest, but there are other forms of `slavery' that continues. Women, too, have been responsible for their own miseries - a mindset has been created. Look at the serials on the TV or the movies - which continue to depict the `girls' like products. The painted faces, gold laden necks and arms - the ultimate `clone' that every one should become. A slavery of a mind-set that sees the `girls' as picture post cards - but take away the cosmetics and it is a story of a `lost soul'.
The refusal to deny the `girls' their humanity has continued unabated. But the denial has not been by `boys' but by `girls' themselves. So for the freedom to come - the girls must `break free'. Every song that my mother sung for me as a lullaby is etched in my memory - she has been my original `girl' till today. Bold, fierce and true to her convictions - married at a young age - she `broke free' in spite of never having had formal education. As I see my sister, managing her family, she too has broken free and I wonder what is it that would take - to see that the `girls' have
the same rights as the `boys'.
I remember the day when C climbed a hill and I knew SHE HAD BROKEN FREE! I remember the day when half of our cricket team was girls and we beat an all boys' team. And the day when an eleven year old spastic S scored her first basket. And the days, when almost all the club's girls climbed hundreds of hillocks around Bangalore. And the day when R - a thirteen year old - scored her match winning three pointer. And the mother of a child who was hurt during climbing telling me `my daughter will become one of the best climbers one day'- and a girl from III standard who beat V standard boys in high jump - and a girl who is with me all day long trying to do the most extra-ordinary job of managing her `grandson' and enjoying it.
GIRLS must get back to being `the better part of humanity' - to break free, they will have to have firmer convictions and focussed goals - and not be merely the recipients of `cloned' mind-sets. It is not enough for them to march along with the boys - it is time to move ahead of them and BREAK FREE! COME ON GIRLS!
I have loved girls. I always wanted to be a girl - as most boys do! I couldn't live without my mother. As I grew up, I always was playing along with girls - till the gestures of elders and the girls I played with started changing - a subliminal indication that I should play WITH BOYS. In the rains, in which I danced - I often wondered why my younger sister too couldn't - a wedge was created in my soul. I saw the injustice and vowed that when I grew up I would change things.
The girls are supposed to sweep floors, wash the vessels, cook food and maybe iron their brothers' clothes. Times have changed, you may suggest, but there are other forms of `slavery' that continues. Women, too, have been responsible for their own miseries - a mindset has been created. Look at the serials on the TV or the movies - which continue to depict the `girls' like products. The painted faces, gold laden necks and arms - the ultimate `clone' that every one should become. A slavery of a mind-set that sees the `girls' as picture post cards - but take away the cosmetics and it is a story of a `lost soul'.
The refusal to deny the `girls' their humanity has continued unabated. But the denial has not been by `boys' but by `girls' themselves. So for the freedom to come - the girls must `break free'. Every song that my mother sung for me as a lullaby is etched in my memory - she has been my original `girl' till today. Bold, fierce and true to her convictions - married at a young age - she `broke free' in spite of never having had formal education. As I see my sister, managing her family, she too has broken free and I wonder what is it that would take - to see that the `girls' have
the same rights as the `boys'.
I remember the day when C climbed a hill and I knew SHE HAD BROKEN FREE! I remember the day when half of our cricket team was girls and we beat an all boys' team. And the day when an eleven year old spastic S scored her first basket. And the days, when almost all the club's girls climbed hundreds of hillocks around Bangalore. And the day when R - a thirteen year old - scored her match winning three pointer. And the mother of a child who was hurt during climbing telling me `my daughter will become one of the best climbers one day'- and a girl from III standard who beat V standard boys in high jump - and a girl who is with me all day long trying to do the most extra-ordinary job of managing her `grandson' and enjoying it.
GIRLS must get back to being `the better part of humanity' - to break free, they will have to have firmer convictions and focussed goals - and not be merely the recipients of `cloned' mind-sets. It is not enough for them to march along with the boys - it is time to move ahead of them and BREAK FREE! COME ON GIRLS!
Thursday, November 12, 2009
ON MY 29TH ANNIVERSARY
To you, My dear wife, I owe all. The joys that have sustained me - the smiles that removed my grins - the happiness that flows inside me. I owe all these to you - for you made me understand the meaning of my life.
From being a mechanical robot - like `pursuer of goals'- you transformed me into a HUMAN with values. You made it possible for me to laugh at my failures and smile at my foolishnesses.
For when I learnt to relax - as you sub-liminally taught me - `goals' were easier to achieve. I learnt from you that all journies neednot be HARD CORE TREKKING.
From the eternal cloud-flying habits - you helped me descend to being a `walker' than a `flier'. From building castles in the air - you helped me build a small `home' on a rock solid foundation. From being a `loner' you made me a family man. To you, I owe all that I am today.
As I begin the most adventurous part of my journey of life - I have a smile on my lips and a song in my heart - and this is because of you. I know you will be there when I need you most.
From being a mechanical robot - like `pursuer of goals'- you transformed me into a HUMAN with values. You made it possible for me to laugh at my failures and smile at my foolishnesses.
For when I learnt to relax - as you sub-liminally taught me - `goals' were easier to achieve. I learnt from you that all journies neednot be HARD CORE TREKKING.
From the eternal cloud-flying habits - you helped me descend to being a `walker' than a `flier'. From building castles in the air - you helped me build a small `home' on a rock solid foundation. From being a `loner' you made me a family man. To you, I owe all that I am today.
As I begin the most adventurous part of my journey of life - I have a smile on my lips and a song in my heart - and this is because of you. I know you will be there when I need you most.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
WHO AM I? I AM MYSELF!
Who am I? It is easy to answer if an identification is to be made. My nationality, my colour of skin, my age, my diseases etc. etc will identify me. Yet to me - myself; I still cannot answer this question - WHO AM I?
I may be sometimes what I claim to be - and at other times I maynot be. This is my paradox - I donot know WHO I AM? Sometimes people help - they identify me as a just person or an unjust one; liar or truthful - and by other actions that I perform. But even then the question remains unanswered.
BUT there is one thing I know very clearly - I AM MYSELF! I know my body very well - what it can and can't do - I know who are my enemies and who are my friends - I know which family I belong to.
BUT there is another way I know myself - I know my good desires and bad desires - I know when I am a saint and when I am a rogue - when I have thoughts that if people knew they would hang me from the nearest electric pole.
I know I am good - yet I can be very bad. I know I am honest - but often I am dishonest! I know I am - yet, their lurks this doubt - WHO AM I? It is at such times I tell myself - I AM MYSELF!
I may be sometimes what I claim to be - and at other times I maynot be. This is my paradox - I donot know WHO I AM? Sometimes people help - they identify me as a just person or an unjust one; liar or truthful - and by other actions that I perform. But even then the question remains unanswered.
BUT there is one thing I know very clearly - I AM MYSELF! I know my body very well - what it can and can't do - I know who are my enemies and who are my friends - I know which family I belong to.
BUT there is another way I know myself - I know my good desires and bad desires - I know when I am a saint and when I am a rogue - when I have thoughts that if people knew they would hang me from the nearest electric pole.
I know I am good - yet I can be very bad. I know I am honest - but often I am dishonest! I know I am - yet, their lurks this doubt - WHO AM I? It is at such times I tell myself - I AM MYSELF!
Sunday, October 25, 2009
SHACKLES OF INDIAN SPORTS
subject:orkut - `CODE OF CONDUCT' FOR MATCHES. SHACKLES OF INDIAN SPORTS!
from: Subhash Mahajan
to: friends
sent:October 26, 2009 6:59 AM
Subhash:
Sports in India has `invisible shackles' - one of them is refereeing. Better teams are made to lose matches by use of `whistle' as the extra player.
I have stopped going to see the basketball matches - because the game is so `suitable' for manipulation. That is why it is important to have `links' if you want to win. Just pick up the statistics of last 25 years - you will find TEAMS having LINKS keep coming back to win maches with aplomb. What do you expect when the referee is either from the same club - or is a friend - or is a relative.
We are all to be blamed - including me - because the desire to see our people win is so strong that we ignore the fact that by making lesser teams win - INDIA LOSES! At a higher level it is difficult to `cheat' because too many people are watching. BUT EVEN THERE THE BIAS IS CLEARLY VISIBLE!
But my heart breaks when I see highly talented younger players being called for `violations' that they didn't commit. I have seen it too many times. I have cried often! That is why I stopped attending matches because I CAN'T TAKE IT.
IF YOU CAN TAKE IT - YOU KNOW THE REASON WHY INDIAN SPORTS IS WHAT IT IS! Is there any way we can correct it?
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from: Subhash Mahajan
to: friends
sent:October 26, 2009 6:59 AM
Subhash:
Sports in India has `invisible shackles' - one of them is refereeing. Better teams are made to lose matches by use of `whistle' as the extra player.
I have stopped going to see the basketball matches - because the game is so `suitable' for manipulation. That is why it is important to have `links' if you want to win. Just pick up the statistics of last 25 years - you will find TEAMS having LINKS keep coming back to win maches with aplomb. What do you expect when the referee is either from the same club - or is a friend - or is a relative.
We are all to be blamed - including me - because the desire to see our people win is so strong that we ignore the fact that by making lesser teams win - INDIA LOSES! At a higher level it is difficult to `cheat' because too many people are watching. BUT EVEN THERE THE BIAS IS CLEARLY VISIBLE!
But my heart breaks when I see highly talented younger players being called for `violations' that they didn't commit. I have seen it too many times. I have cried often! That is why I stopped attending matches because I CAN'T TAKE IT.
IF YOU CAN TAKE IT - YOU KNOW THE REASON WHY INDIAN SPORTS IS WHAT IT IS! Is there any way we can correct it?
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Wednesday, October 21, 2009
WHAT WE DO TODAY - WILL AFFECT THE FUTURE?
Sometimes we think we can get away with murder. You are right - the only thing we don't realize is this - THAT WE MURDER OUR OWN!
On one of my journies across rural areas - I came across an old man planting some trees on the roadside. I asked him what was the point in planting trees on the road since it will not fetch him any income and also as he was old - will he live long enough to eat its fruits. I KNOW ALL OF YOU WILL JUMP KNOWING `what answer he gave'. We have read the story many times - but DO WE REALLY UNDERSTAND?
His answer is - What I plant today is for my children and grandchildren - the way my grandfather planted trees for me. NOW - read this carefully : WHAT I DO TODAY - impacts the future of my children. Read it once again - and once more! Read it in your mind every time YOU DO SOMETHING. And, of course, when you realize that everything you do today will impact the future of your child - YOUR ACTIONS will slowly undergo a change.
From laughing at the old man - I now see him as one of my greatest teachers ever! I plant `thoughts' in my basketball students of WHAT THEY CAN BE! I know the future of my students is assured for they know WHAT THEY OUGHT TO KNOW!
On one of my journies across rural areas - I came across an old man planting some trees on the roadside. I asked him what was the point in planting trees on the road since it will not fetch him any income and also as he was old - will he live long enough to eat its fruits. I KNOW ALL OF YOU WILL JUMP KNOWING `what answer he gave'. We have read the story many times - but DO WE REALLY UNDERSTAND?
His answer is - What I plant today is for my children and grandchildren - the way my grandfather planted trees for me. NOW - read this carefully : WHAT I DO TODAY - impacts the future of my children. Read it once again - and once more! Read it in your mind every time YOU DO SOMETHING. And, of course, when you realize that everything you do today will impact the future of your child - YOUR ACTIONS will slowly undergo a change.
From laughing at the old man - I now see him as one of my greatest teachers ever! I plant `thoughts' in my basketball students of WHAT THEY CAN BE! I know the future of my students is assured for they know WHAT THEY OUGHT TO KNOW!
Thursday, September 24, 2009
A LONELY WALK IN LIFE - I CHOSE IT!
I too could have followed in the steps of my contemporaries - I too could have had a life with people around me. But I chose to take a lonely walk in life. I couldn't have done it in any other way.
There were too many issues - I refused to put away in the back-burner; I wanted to know WHY? Today, at 56, the W H Y is a ferocious `battle-cry' of my life. I have put everything on stake - for there isn't any other way - and failure and success doesn't matter at all. For me the `attempt in its full sincerity' is my Karma.
There were too many issues - I refused to put away in the back-burner; I wanted to know WHY? Today, at 56, the W H Y is a ferocious `battle-cry' of my life. I have put everything on stake - for there isn't any other way - and failure and success doesn't matter at all. For me the `attempt in its full sincerity' is my Karma.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
AS I FADE AWAY - THE REAL MEANING OF LIFE IS UNDERSTOOD.
What did I want to become? A business man, a sports person, an environmentalist etc.
I do not know even today what I want to become. But the focus is slowly emerging out of misgivings and doubts - there is clarity that I want to be a good human being.
In this mad rush of collecting material things and trying to outdo the neighbors - we have given up our valuable `living time'. The time to listen to the sounds of nature was minimal - the joy of being a `part' of a `whole' was lost. The thinking that I am myself the `whole' gave me contempt for everything around me. I WAS ME - and nothing else mattered.
Now I have realised that I am not me - we are us - and this gives me the meaning of life. AND I SHALL SHARE JOY WITH EVERY CHILD ON THIS PLANET for the rest of of my life.
This alone is the real meaning of my life. I shall wither away in serving them.
I do not know even today what I want to become. But the focus is slowly emerging out of misgivings and doubts - there is clarity that I want to be a good human being.
In this mad rush of collecting material things and trying to outdo the neighbors - we have given up our valuable `living time'. The time to listen to the sounds of nature was minimal - the joy of being a `part' of a `whole' was lost. The thinking that I am myself the `whole' gave me contempt for everything around me. I WAS ME - and nothing else mattered.
Now I have realised that I am not me - we are us - and this gives me the meaning of life. AND I SHALL SHARE JOY WITH EVERY CHILD ON THIS PLANET for the rest of of my life.
This alone is the real meaning of my life. I shall wither away in serving them.
Monday, August 3, 2009
THIS BODY SHALL FALL TO THE GROUND WHILE PLAYING!
If there is one single gift that I wanted from God - it would be HEALTH till I die! No hospitals, no medicines - let me just fall down playing when my time comes. I shall serve his special people - THE CHILDREN - till my last breath and heart beat.
I have lived enough for myself - I NOW WANT TO LIVE for children - to see them gain confidence to face life through the medium of basketball. To become good human beings and develop the spirit of sportsmanship. Every day I get up and polish my skills so that I could become a `role model' for them.
Maximising their joy which in turn gives me `reason to live' - let God take me away when my time comes - from the playground!
I have lived enough for myself - I NOW WANT TO LIVE for children - to see them gain confidence to face life through the medium of basketball. To become good human beings and develop the spirit of sportsmanship. Every day I get up and polish my skills so that I could become a `role model' for them.
Maximising their joy which in turn gives me `reason to live' - let God take me away when my time comes - from the playground!
NEVER WIN FROM A LESSER PLAYER - YOU WILL LOSE!
What is it that makes me `think'. God - my instinct or something else; I don't know. While driving to Tumkur a few days ago - I got the following thought. Whenever you lose from a lesser player - YOU WIN! Vice versa is also true - when you win from a lesser player - YOU LOSE!
When I am defending against a child who is very small - I take out my tongue and wiggle at him, refusing to lift my arms. In no time, the child is able to complete his or her basket - KNOWING FULLY WELL, that I won't lift my arms for defense.
A PLAYER WITH CONFIDENCE IS BORN!
When I am defending against a child who is very small - I take out my tongue and wiggle at him, refusing to lift my arms. In no time, the child is able to complete his or her basket - KNOWING FULLY WELL, that I won't lift my arms for defense.
A PLAYER WITH CONFIDENCE IS BORN!
Thursday, July 30, 2009
I AM NOT `ME' ANYMORE!
In front of my very eyes, you have defiled my god, and you ask me to stay calm. How can I? These gods are the last hope of my life `being fulfilled', - you take away my last hope and ask me to stay calm. How can I?
You give me some zombies and tell me to make into them gods. How can I?
I don't think I am `ME' any more. Thanks to you.
You give me some zombies and tell me to make into them gods. How can I?
I don't think I am `ME' any more. Thanks to you.
Monday, July 27, 2009
WHAT WILL IT TAKE TO STOP YOU!
From mere walking, I am now trotting along at a high speed. Naturally the question comes `WHAT WILL IT TAKE TO STOP YOU'. If this question is put to me when a tournament has ended - my answer is easy: My mind and body together shout NO MORE TOURNAMENTS. Dead tired, it is easy to answer.
The problem begins on the next day morning. As I concentrate for four days on my business, ideas come of what can be done, these ideas keep hovering in my mind till I take a decision of another tournament.
It takes me a tournament to stop. It takes me a tournament to start.
The problem begins on the next day morning. As I concentrate for four days on my business, ideas come of what can be done, these ideas keep hovering in my mind till I take a decision of another tournament.
It takes me a tournament to stop. It takes me a tournament to start.
Friday, July 24, 2009
GO TO REMOTEST VILLAGES - GO TO THE SMALLEST SCHOOLS - GIVE THEM A BALL AND A HOOP - THAT IS THE MISSION OF MY LIFE.
My calling has come. As yours will - one day. I intend to go to the remotest hamlet with my basketball and a ring. I want children to play this game. This is my way of saying that 7/3 was written for me so that one day I would discover it.
I promised couple of children near Shivagange that I would come and teach them basketball. I told them that I am forgetful and that they should call me again and again. One TASHMIYA has started calling. A tear of joy rolls down my cheek as I write this. YOU HAVE CALLED - I SHALL COME. I shall keep my promise.
God has willed that we meet - God has willed that I should hold your hands and teach you how to shoot a basketball. In essence, God has ordained that I should serve you - I should make you play and laugh and enjoy in your company. TASHMIYA - what does it mean? Urdu names are always extraordinary sounding - they delight as nothing does.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
THE PURPOSE OF EDUCATION? MASS CLONING OF HUMANITY!
As I have meandered in my `learning' or call it `education' - I have seen how we are taught to `rote repeat'- the better `rote' it is - the higher the intelligence! What a great mockery of intelligence.
Long ago, our ancestors too did this. Chanting of vedas was done to understand the environment - the purpose of our life and for uplifting mental supermacy and reach an `ananda' or moksha. But slowly the `chanting' became more important - the rituals predominated over `the real actions'. A downfall into the abyss started with no turning back.
Education should have uplifted us mentally. It should bring out the `humane' nature of humanity. But look around you - does it? Far from it - it brings out the `selfishness to possess material things' - the more you have - the more you want. The license to `loot' once you have BA or BSc - the `feeling' that you are `important' begins to grow. The chanting loses its meaning because there is no meaning.
To be human - one must `de-educate' oneself. You question every wall that is built around you - NO, YOU BREAK IT DOWN and step out - hardly anyone does that now. Clones donot have the `genes' that would allow such thinking.
Education maximises misery for the entire living world. It erodes values - it pollutes environments - it creates Frankenstein monsters who get hungrier as they feed on our bodies and minds. Education takes away our humanity - it destroys `nature of being a human'. It creates boundaries where there should be none. It creates `classes', `castes' - the very thing it set out to remove. Education is a misery that every child must suffer - so that as he or she grows - THEY SHOULD NOT BE HUMANS - BUT CLONES!
It has taken me a generation of `introspection' to `de-educate' myself. I can breathe freely now. The only persons with whom I communicate are `new born infants' - I have one at home now, MY GRANDSON - AND I SEE HOW HE IS BEING POSITIONED FOR BEING A CLONE!
Long ago, our ancestors too did this. Chanting of vedas was done to understand the environment - the purpose of our life and for uplifting mental supermacy and reach an `ananda' or moksha. But slowly the `chanting' became more important - the rituals predominated over `the real actions'. A downfall into the abyss started with no turning back.
Education should have uplifted us mentally. It should bring out the `humane' nature of humanity. But look around you - does it? Far from it - it brings out the `selfishness to possess material things' - the more you have - the more you want. The license to `loot' once you have BA or BSc - the `feeling' that you are `important' begins to grow. The chanting loses its meaning because there is no meaning.
To be human - one must `de-educate' oneself. You question every wall that is built around you - NO, YOU BREAK IT DOWN and step out - hardly anyone does that now. Clones donot have the `genes' that would allow such thinking.
Education maximises misery for the entire living world. It erodes values - it pollutes environments - it creates Frankenstein monsters who get hungrier as they feed on our bodies and minds. Education takes away our humanity - it destroys `nature of being a human'. It creates boundaries where there should be none. It creates `classes', `castes' - the very thing it set out to remove. Education is a misery that every child must suffer - so that as he or she grows - THEY SHOULD NOT BE HUMANS - BUT CLONES!
It has taken me a generation of `introspection' to `de-educate' myself. I can breathe freely now. The only persons with whom I communicate are `new born infants' - I have one at home now, MY GRANDSON - AND I SEE HOW HE IS BEING POSITIONED FOR BEING A CLONE!
Sunday, July 19, 2009
A RUNNING GIRL'S SWINGING PONYTAILS STILL MAKE ME SWOON!
They are so small - yet they aren't. The potential to change their world around them exists in them. What they make of it is `their' affair. Yet I could sow the seeds and through them change the entire history of mankind.
Having seen `nirvana' what more the `power that be' wants me to see.
A running girl's ponytails swinging like two pendulums still cause me to `swoon'.
You have set a goal for yourself, irrespective of the fact that it may be achieved or not. The fierce motivation will itself see it through - the joys of fighting herculean battles where all odds are against - is so tempting.
I must not let myself be swayed by what are my `spontaneous' thoughts - I must focus them to a logical point - if at all my life has to have a statement.
The `world' has many toxins for me to be wounded again and again. The refusal to accept them is my way of living. That SHAMBHUNAHALLI is actually going to become my real `home' for my eternity - is a fact that is slowly sinking in.
But I would need my `fixes' - I would need young children playing basketball - for then I could L I V E forever in their minds and bodies.
Putting words to paper and imagining myself as a `scholar' or a`philosopher' or at least a `freak product of environment' in which I have lived the last 55 years - is a favourite past-time of mine.
Who gives me this right to `feel' that I am unique and better than the best. Who gives me this thought that `but for me' the world would be a poor place to live in. What is it that I have contributed - what is it that I have given back in excess of what I have received! I know no answers - I have no logic to go by - yet the `journey of life' I have lived - I wouldn't exchange it for the greatest riches of the world - and the best part is that - THE REALLY BEST is about to happen!
The implosion continues. The `feelings' that were supposed to be unleashed - didn't develop. A calm neutrality - a wonderful nothingness is all that is left in this body. The contacts that once upon a time unleashed dramatic upheavals - now refuse to be be acknowledged by my mind. I suddenly feel nirvana is within my grasp.
I write this thinking no one will ever read this and even if they were to - how would they connect it. So where is the statement that I wish to make and yet wanting that no-one should know about my dark side. AN EVIL DRAPED IN WHITE!
The greatest falsehood is - `searching for truth' - searching for a meaning to your life. It sets you up on a `mirage' chase from which you can't shake yourself off.
AND perpetuates a willingness to get `fooled' again and again and like an ostrich put your head in the sand and `wishing the wolf away'. Stop searching and you have the answer! [The non-existence of the question implies an answer. In the name of intellectual gymnastics the fear that I will be called a `dim wit' - I must enter the wild goose chase - that every so called intellectual indulges in. I, for one, refuse this premise - Life need not be a bundle of questions - IT CAN JUST BE, - there is no need for any dissections.
I WILL LIVE LIFE AND WONDER AT MY LIVING - FOR I KNOW ALL THE ANSWERS.
Tomorrow's night is the last night of my gods at Sumpoorna [at least as far as this camp is concerned]. Saying Bye Bye is so difficult - yet so much has been learnt. I have been able to lay to rest all my demons - now I can live in peace!
The matches bring out the best in us and also the worst. Nobody is unaffected - the players, the coaches, the table officials, the promoters; the winners are on top of the world - the losers are at the opposite spectrum. The euphoria or the frustration will last a few days - the memories will live for a life-time.
I and my Sumpoorna will go on and on till one day we too depart from the show!
SUMPOORNA is a canvas on which these young children leave their foot-prints [or hand prints] for us to savor as memories - years nay decades from now. Their world will never be the same again - just as they change our world - we change theirs forever.
We are here, for their joy - they are here by an accidental blunder in the sporting history of our nation. What is their right - has been denied to them and an albatross has been hung around their necks. They are here to firmly remove it and cast it so far away, that it shall never be near them again.
I, Subhash Mahajan, son Puran Chand - call myself SUMPOORNA - the totality of childhood - promise to live the remainder of my life - liberating children from the serfdom of `incomplete education' and give through sports, especially through basketball.
This must be a record of sorts. Being able to write one day perpage is a luxury I haven't had for the past few months. That at Sumpoorna I have achieved it - must be a new high for my writing. Let me pat myself on the back. When I came here - I wanted to make a statement that SUMPOORNA, from now, will become more of my home. I still don't think I am yet ready. I have been too spoilt by the available luxuries of Bangalore to get used to the `ruggedness of Sumpoorna".
I hope the time would come soon, for I have lost enchantment with my surroundings at Bangalore but crave them [my daily fixes] because of five decades of habit. Breaking free isn't so easy. Yet I must - if at all I want to lead a life free of `desires' that I continuously am reducing. Food is a big thing with me - in spite of my being able to eat most of the things I never ate earlier. Hopefully, slowly and steadily I would do same for other things. Yet this trip must remain an important step.
Having seen `nirvana' what more the `power that be' wants me to see.
A running girl's ponytails swinging like two pendulums still cause me to `swoon'.
You have set a goal for yourself, irrespective of the fact that it may be achieved or not. The fierce motivation will itself see it through - the joys of fighting herculean battles where all odds are against - is so tempting.
I must not let myself be swayed by what are my `spontaneous' thoughts - I must focus them to a logical point - if at all my life has to have a statement.
The `world' has many toxins for me to be wounded again and again. The refusal to accept them is my way of living. That SHAMBHUNAHALLI is actually going to become my real `home' for my eternity - is a fact that is slowly sinking in.
But I would need my `fixes' - I would need young children playing basketball - for then I could L I V E forever in their minds and bodies.
Putting words to paper and imagining myself as a `scholar' or a`philosopher' or at least a `freak product of environment' in which I have lived the last 55 years - is a favourite past-time of mine.
Who gives me this right to `feel' that I am unique and better than the best. Who gives me this thought that `but for me' the world would be a poor place to live in. What is it that I have contributed - what is it that I have given back in excess of what I have received! I know no answers - I have no logic to go by - yet the `journey of life' I have lived - I wouldn't exchange it for the greatest riches of the world - and the best part is that - THE REALLY BEST is about to happen!
The implosion continues. The `feelings' that were supposed to be unleashed - didn't develop. A calm neutrality - a wonderful nothingness is all that is left in this body. The contacts that once upon a time unleashed dramatic upheavals - now refuse to be be acknowledged by my mind. I suddenly feel nirvana is within my grasp.
I write this thinking no one will ever read this and even if they were to - how would they connect it. So where is the statement that I wish to make and yet wanting that no-one should know about my dark side. AN EVIL DRAPED IN WHITE!
The greatest falsehood is - `searching for truth' - searching for a meaning to your life. It sets you up on a `mirage' chase from which you can't shake yourself off.
AND perpetuates a willingness to get `fooled' again and again and like an ostrich put your head in the sand and `wishing the wolf away'. Stop searching and you have the answer! [The non-existence of the question implies an answer. In the name of intellectual gymnastics the fear that I will be called a `dim wit' - I must enter the wild goose chase - that every so called intellectual indulges in. I, for one, refuse this premise - Life need not be a bundle of questions - IT CAN JUST BE, - there is no need for any dissections.
I WILL LIVE LIFE AND WONDER AT MY LIVING - FOR I KNOW ALL THE ANSWERS.
Tomorrow's night is the last night of my gods at Sumpoorna [at least as far as this camp is concerned]. Saying Bye Bye is so difficult - yet so much has been learnt. I have been able to lay to rest all my demons - now I can live in peace!
The matches bring out the best in us and also the worst. Nobody is unaffected - the players, the coaches, the table officials, the promoters; the winners are on top of the world - the losers are at the opposite spectrum. The euphoria or the frustration will last a few days - the memories will live for a life-time.
I and my Sumpoorna will go on and on till one day we too depart from the show!
SUMPOORNA is a canvas on which these young children leave their foot-prints [or hand prints] for us to savor as memories - years nay decades from now. Their world will never be the same again - just as they change our world - we change theirs forever.
We are here, for their joy - they are here by an accidental blunder in the sporting history of our nation. What is their right - has been denied to them and an albatross has been hung around their necks. They are here to firmly remove it and cast it so far away, that it shall never be near them again.
I, Subhash Mahajan, son Puran Chand - call myself SUMPOORNA - the totality of childhood - promise to live the remainder of my life - liberating children from the serfdom of `incomplete education' and give through sports, especially through basketball.
This must be a record of sorts. Being able to write one day perpage is a luxury I haven't had for the past few months. That at Sumpoorna I have achieved it - must be a new high for my writing. Let me pat myself on the back. When I came here - I wanted to make a statement that SUMPOORNA, from now, will become more of my home. I still don't think I am yet ready. I have been too spoilt by the available luxuries of Bangalore to get used to the `ruggedness of Sumpoorna".
I hope the time would come soon, for I have lost enchantment with my surroundings at Bangalore but crave them [my daily fixes] because of five decades of habit. Breaking free isn't so easy. Yet I must - if at all I want to lead a life free of `desires' that I continuously am reducing. Food is a big thing with me - in spite of my being able to eat most of the things I never ate earlier. Hopefully, slowly and steadily I would do same for other things. Yet this trip must remain an important step.
MY WISHES AUTOMATICALLY HAPPEN!
If whatever I wish is a `transient' - then whatever I wish would automatically happen.
In the odd chance that it doesn't - it only shows, that the purpose isn't there - and hence not needed.
In the odd chance that it doesn't - it only shows, that the purpose isn't there - and hence not needed.
FOR WHOM SHALL I GIVE MY LIFE! I SHALL GIVE IT TO THE CHILDREN WHO DARE TO DREAM!
The world has given me so much - only a few years earlier on I was cursing this world for not giving me enough. Now that I have enough - it is time to share it. The only way I know is to spend my time with children talking to them of their and my dreams. Lately I have realised that children today hardly dream. Those who dream - their wings are cut off and they are told that they shouldnot fly.
THIS IS MONSTROUS. I shall give my life to these voiceless but the most prized human beings on the earth. We have today reached a pinnacle because our forefathers dared to dream. But we are far faster now falling off from this pinnacle because we have stopped dreaming - and hate others who dream. We want all of our children to become graduate engineers or software engineers or job-seekers. We are scared that our children become artists or musicians or wildnerness trekkers or or --- what other dreams they have in their minds.
I want to run says the child - DONOT say the parents `YOU WILL GET HURT'. I want to climb the mountains and run in the river beds - DONOT say the elders `IT IS VERY DANGEROUS'. In all of my spare time I tell the children to run - climb and venture outside in harsh conditions - for then dreams come easy. I SHALL GIVE MY LIFE TO THEM SO THAT THEY TOO DREAM!
A child comes home to mother and proudly shows a bruise - it is a medal of survival. Donot look at every hurt as `danger' - the real danger is in taking away the spirit of adventure. JOIN ME - LET US MAKE OUR CHILDREN DREAM! Billions of light years away a billion civilizations are waiting for us to spread our wings and fly! To do that we must say as JFK said `I have a dream'.
THIS IS MONSTROUS. I shall give my life to these voiceless but the most prized human beings on the earth. We have today reached a pinnacle because our forefathers dared to dream. But we are far faster now falling off from this pinnacle because we have stopped dreaming - and hate others who dream. We want all of our children to become graduate engineers or software engineers or job-seekers. We are scared that our children become artists or musicians or wildnerness trekkers or or --- what other dreams they have in their minds.
I want to run says the child - DONOT say the parents `YOU WILL GET HURT'. I want to climb the mountains and run in the river beds - DONOT say the elders `IT IS VERY DANGEROUS'. In all of my spare time I tell the children to run - climb and venture outside in harsh conditions - for then dreams come easy. I SHALL GIVE MY LIFE TO THEM SO THAT THEY TOO DREAM!
A child comes home to mother and proudly shows a bruise - it is a medal of survival. Donot look at every hurt as `danger' - the real danger is in taking away the spirit of adventure. JOIN ME - LET US MAKE OUR CHILDREN DREAM! Billions of light years away a billion civilizations are waiting for us to spread our wings and fly! To do that we must say as JFK said `I have a dream'.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
THE MORE TIRED I AM THE MORE I WANT TO WORK!
Very often while conducting tournaments - I develop my lower back-ache; this in turn sends signals to my brain that I AM TIRED. I start feeling that I am over-working myself. But a day later - I start looking at FRIDAY - SATURDAY & SUNDAY : I start thinking of what I shall be doing - Camp for Vth standard children - All girls' camp - Visit to which JNV - which cup SUMPOORNA - SARGANTINE - REGENCY etc. etc.
My tiredness flies out of the window and I start to plan and execute whatever I have decided on. The greater the tiredness - the greater the urge to work. BECAUSE
Wordsworth? The woods are dark, lovely and deep
But I have many promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep
My tiredness flies out of the window and I start to plan and execute whatever I have decided on. The greater the tiredness - the greater the urge to work. BECAUSE
Wordsworth? The woods are dark, lovely and deep
But I have many promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep
Saturday, July 11, 2009
I WANT TO PLAY! YOU SHALL SAYS 7/3 - I SHALL FIGHT THIS BATTLE UNTO MY DEATH.
All children want to play. This fundamental right of the child is enshrined in principle 7 para 3 - for us 7/3. Others will talk of 26/11 or 9/11 - now we have 7/3. PLEASE PLEASE FOR GOD SAKE - read it!
The voiceless children have been given this right in 7/3. Slavery has been abolished long back - except child slavery which continues to flourish for various reasons. AND WHEN THIS EXISTS even in middle class and rich homes then what can we say of the poor. Financial reasons make parents treat their children as ACADEMIC SLAVES - they must get their degrees with certain percentage of marks - get certain type of college admissions and then land certain type of jobs - not to get ECONOMIC INDEPENDCE but ECONOMIC SLAVERY of credit cards and EMIs. These children hate themselves - hate their jobs and they have no love lost for their children who must do the same.
THE RIGHT TO BE A CHILD is now being deprived even to a two or three year old. He must learn his As and 1s because the neighbour's child has learnt it.
ARYAN, my grandson of seven months - has started getting his share of `rote chanting' [I hope my son and daughter-in-law don't read this blog - and if they do then I apologise to them]. BUT I WANT FREEDOM FOR MY ARYAN AND ALSO THOSE BILLIONS OF ARYANS OF THE WORLD.
ARYAN SAYS - I WANT TO PLAY. YOU SHALL - says 7/3 - says his grandfather. I shall fight this battle unto to my death.
Friday, July 10, 2009
I CAN'T WAIT - I WILL DO IT NOW!
When I was a child - I was often told that certain things I could do only after I grew up. AND there were others who also told the same thing - in many different ways. For a time I accepted their verdict but as I grew up I saw the `bluff'. I started seeing people who had not accepted this verdict and gone ahead and did what they wanted to do.
Slowly and steadily I made my own rules. Roads go up the hill and a bus can take you there. But I preferred to climb the hills through my own way. The more difficult the way the tastier the climb. It became a habit. Climbing tall buildings via staircase.
Doing things I wanted to do - when I wanted to do. The non-conformist in me became more and more focussed. What others did - I refused to do - I made my own DO IT list and that included a clause `DONOT DO WHAT OTHERS DO'.
I wanted to write this - I COULDNOT WAIT - I WROTE IT NOW!
Slowly and steadily I made my own rules. Roads go up the hill and a bus can take you there. But I preferred to climb the hills through my own way. The more difficult the way the tastier the climb. It became a habit. Climbing tall buildings via staircase.
Doing things I wanted to do - when I wanted to do. The non-conformist in me became more and more focussed. What others did - I refused to do - I made my own DO IT list and that included a clause `DONOT DO WHAT OTHERS DO'.
I wanted to write this - I COULDNOT WAIT - I WROTE IT NOW!
Monday, June 29, 2009
THE MOSAIC OF MEDIOCRITY
As I search avenues to create excellence in children - the very people who are supposed to mentor them have a mosaic of mediocrity. They see a child - a nobody - a thrusted unwanted responsibility.
I see the same child having the potential to make this world into a heaven or a hell. I see of what is possible - A BUDHA - A GANDHI and that creates in me revulsion for these mediocrities. How can they treat the `future Budhas' like this.
I am no `god creater' - the only action I can take is to `motivate' - surely a time will come in these young ones when the `seeds sown today' would sprout into giant ideas. That is the least I can do. AND FOR THIS, if I have to act out as a role model SO BE IT!
The perfection I have sought in my life - let it `motivate' nay let it `hibernate' in these young bodies and minds till the veil of `mediocrity' is thrown off and excellence shines through like a throbbing sun.
I see the same child having the potential to make this world into a heaven or a hell. I see of what is possible - A BUDHA - A GANDHI and that creates in me revulsion for these mediocrities. How can they treat the `future Budhas' like this.
I am no `god creater' - the only action I can take is to `motivate' - surely a time will come in these young ones when the `seeds sown today' would sprout into giant ideas. That is the least I can do. AND FOR THIS, if I have to act out as a role model SO BE IT!
The perfection I have sought in my life - let it `motivate' nay let it `hibernate' in these young bodies and minds till the veil of `mediocrity' is thrown off and excellence shines through like a throbbing sun.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
THE NO-ONE
We all want to be someone - known, admired and loved. But as I grow I want to be a no-one. By being nothing, my soul seeks detachment - freedom from pitiable desires.
But the fact of matter is that as I seek detachment - people around me want to attach themselves to me. What I sought in my childhood and youth and didn't get - in my middle ages I get it but am not wanting it.
The knowing that inspite of being a `no-one' - when I am treated as a someone - I `act' the someoneness to help the people around me.
The day I am totally no-one - I AWAIT! Isn't it foolish to WANT to be NO-ONE, when you are already no-one.
But the fact of matter is that as I seek detachment - people around me want to attach themselves to me. What I sought in my childhood and youth and didn't get - in my middle ages I get it but am not wanting it.
The knowing that inspite of being a `no-one' - when I am treated as a someone - I `act' the someoneness to help the people around me.
The day I am totally no-one - I AWAIT! Isn't it foolish to WANT to be NO-ONE, when you are already no-one.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
WHAT HAPPENED?
It all started as a game. You sleep here - I will sleep here. No I will come and sleep next to you. Then your arm on my chest - did I catch hold of it and pull it or did you put it yourself.
Then what happened is all a blank - a stupor - a non-realisation! There were no embers, no desires - nothing happened. But you say - something happened.
OK go and hang me! Anyway what does it matter - if you say so its' ok with me. Now fix the punishment too!
When I say that you come asking WHAT HAPPENED?
Then what happened is all a blank - a stupor - a non-realisation! There were no embers, no desires - nothing happened. But you say - something happened.
OK go and hang me! Anyway what does it matter - if you say so its' ok with me. Now fix the punishment too!
When I say that you come asking WHAT HAPPENED?
Monday, June 1, 2009
THE LURE OF SIDDARBETTA
On 31st May, 2009 we set out for Siddarbetta from SUMPOORNA campus. Eleven of us climbed the hill within an hour. The summit of Siddarbetta is awesome. You are on top of the world. The newly painted Anjaneya temple in the sumpoorna campus was clearly visible. Rehan climbed a boulder and challenged me to do it. OF COURSE, I made a fool of myself - I couldn't.
We had a small meditational experience near a lake. We called the place as CITY OF BIRDS - so many of them; quarreling with each other - the way children and people in cities do. The difference, however, was the sweet chirping sounds. The advantage of working with younger children is - YOU CAN GET THEM TO DO THINGS TOGETHER. Among senior children there is always a `peer group' creating small irritants.
After lunch, no one was in a hurry to get to home. But we finally left at 2-45p.m. and I made a resolve that one day in the near future we should stay the night on top of Siddarbetta. Didn't I make the same resolve for Makalidurga a month ago? Did I not make the same resolve twenty years ago for Savandurga. I THINK ITS' TIME TO DO IT.
We had a small meditational experience near a lake. We called the place as CITY OF BIRDS - so many of them; quarreling with each other - the way children and people in cities do. The difference, however, was the sweet chirping sounds. The advantage of working with younger children is - YOU CAN GET THEM TO DO THINGS TOGETHER. Among senior children there is always a `peer group' creating small irritants.
After lunch, no one was in a hurry to get to home. But we finally left at 2-45p.m. and I made a resolve that one day in the near future we should stay the night on top of Siddarbetta. Didn't I make the same resolve for Makalidurga a month ago? Did I not make the same resolve twenty years ago for Savandurga. I THINK ITS' TIME TO DO IT.
Monday, May 25, 2009
CALLING PROMISING YOUNG SPORTSMEN & SPORTSWOMEN FROM TUMKUR DISTRICT - YOU WILL NOT WALK ALONE!
In the name of sports facilities - children participating in hobli-taluk-divisional-state-national level tournaments are made to sleep on newspapers in class rooms with virtually non-existent toilets. Food is served in a most unhygeinic way. Compare this with five star facilties provided to our cricket players - past, present & future.
We call all budding sportsmen and sportswomen of District tumkur to come and talk to us about their careers. If you are SELECTED as a `promising basketball player' according to our parameters - we will provide you continuous support till school level. At college level, you have to VOLUNTEER for our programmes to enable us to support your sporting ambitions.
BASKETBALL PLAYERS OF TUMKUR DISTRICT SHALL NOT SUFFER - PROJECT SUMPOORNA WILL ENSURE PROPER FACILTIES.
We call all budding sportsmen and sportswomen of District tumkur to come and talk to us about their careers. If you are SELECTED as a `promising basketball player' according to our parameters - we will provide you continuous support till school level. At college level, you have to VOLUNTEER for our programmes to enable us to support your sporting ambitions.
BASKETBALL PLAYERS OF TUMKUR DISTRICT SHALL NOT SUFFER - PROJECT SUMPOORNA WILL ENSURE PROPER FACILTIES.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
THE CALL OF SAVANDURGA !
It is difficult to tell the students at SUMPOORNA about some trekking experiences without being caught! So when inadvertently I mentioned SAVANDURGA there was virtually a clamour `WHEN ARE YOU TAKING US THERE'?
At 56, I am not what I was at 35 - we used to wander all over the hillocks and valleys of places around Bangalore. If I name them I will be in trouble again - so let us just stick to Savandurga. I must be selective and careful in making programmes - but how can I deny my students the same `joys' that I provided children two decades ago. So be it! The lure of the Kari Betta and Bili Betta will haunt these children and inspire in them a sense of joy that has endured in me even after having climbed it more than hundred times. I have climbed it with my wife and younger son - I have climbed it with more than fifty students at a time.
The discipline this hill demands - children climb on it the way a small baby tries to climb on the chest of its mother - I have to use this analogy because I have a grandson of five months who already climbs on to my chest probably practicing for its climb on Savandurga.
I have climbed Savandurga as a father - now I am going to climb it as a grandfather - WILL I CLIMB IT as a great grand father? As I write this piece - tears of joyful
memories flow down my cheeks - where are they - all those thousands of children with whom I climbed these hills. DO THEY STILL CLIMB OTHER HILLS - I don't know; yet I have a feeling that whenever they see a hill, they would remember me as the person who helped them climb their FIRST HILL at Savandurga.
At 56, I am not what I was at 35 - we used to wander all over the hillocks and valleys of places around Bangalore. If I name them I will be in trouble again - so let us just stick to Savandurga. I must be selective and careful in making programmes - but how can I deny my students the same `joys' that I provided children two decades ago. So be it! The lure of the Kari Betta and Bili Betta will haunt these children and inspire in them a sense of joy that has endured in me even after having climbed it more than hundred times. I have climbed it with my wife and younger son - I have climbed it with more than fifty students at a time.
The discipline this hill demands - children climb on it the way a small baby tries to climb on the chest of its mother - I have to use this analogy because I have a grandson of five months who already climbs on to my chest probably practicing for its climb on Savandurga.
I have climbed Savandurga as a father - now I am going to climb it as a grandfather - WILL I CLIMB IT as a great grand father? As I write this piece - tears of joyful
memories flow down my cheeks - where are they - all those thousands of children with whom I climbed these hills. DO THEY STILL CLIMB OTHER HILLS - I don't know; yet I have a feeling that whenever they see a hill, they would remember me as the person who helped them climb their FIRST HILL at Savandurga.
ADVENTURE & COURAGE - THE REAL EDUCATION!
So well `protected'[shepherded is more likely the word] are children today that they rarely have an opportunity to develop their sense of adventure and courage. For the past three decades I have been working with children to this end and for the past five decades I have been living a life of adventure & courage. AND I WONDER who will provide this education which is the essence of being human.
Slowly but steadily our children are becoming more and more helpless in adverse situations - preparing them early on is a must. At 13 years when I first traversed the snow bound pass of ROHTANG in the Himalayas - I promised to myself that when I grew older I would provide this opportunity to my children. The hundreds of treks, hill climbs and village camps that I conducted after becoming a father are a testimony to my unshakable belief that adventure and courage should be nurtured in younger children.
Few parents realise this - at enormous cost to the healthy development of the children. Sadly most of the children miss out on this real education. A harshly competitive world can be faced only by slowly developing the spirit of adventure and courage. And I shall continue this endeavor of mine for I know I am right.
Slowly but steadily our children are becoming more and more helpless in adverse situations - preparing them early on is a must. At 13 years when I first traversed the snow bound pass of ROHTANG in the Himalayas - I promised to myself that when I grew older I would provide this opportunity to my children. The hundreds of treks, hill climbs and village camps that I conducted after becoming a father are a testimony to my unshakable belief that adventure and courage should be nurtured in younger children.
Few parents realise this - at enormous cost to the healthy development of the children. Sadly most of the children miss out on this real education. A harshly competitive world can be faced only by slowly developing the spirit of adventure and courage. And I shall continue this endeavor of mine for I know I am right.
Saturday, May 2, 2009
THE LURE OF MAKALIDURGA - SETTING NEW RECORDS!
MAKALIDURGA hills are just 50 Kms away from Bangalore - I have visited it periodically in the last 25 years. IT IS A BEGINNERS' HILL. But it is better to go with a person who knows the topography.
We had decided [as we usually do] to divide the group into two - the juniors will climb the CHIKKA MAKALIDURGA and the seniors [or the fitter ones] will climb the imposing MAKALIDURGA. I faced the group and looked at the hill and instinctively KNEW that the mother hill MAKALIDURGA was beckoning all of us. AND WE SET OUT on this hill that has kept calling me and my students.
A RECORD HAS BEEN SET - sixty students climbed the Makalidurga as a single group. Two volunteer mothers provided able support to the group. EVERYONE CLIMBED THE HILL - a unique feat.
CONGRATUALTIONS V.S.C. BASKETBALL CAMP AND CHILDREN OF SHISHU MANDIR.
We had decided [as we usually do] to divide the group into two - the juniors will climb the CHIKKA MAKALIDURGA and the seniors [or the fitter ones] will climb the imposing MAKALIDURGA. I faced the group and looked at the hill and instinctively KNEW that the mother hill MAKALIDURGA was beckoning all of us. AND WE SET OUT on this hill that has kept calling me and my students.
A RECORD HAS BEEN SET - sixty students climbed the Makalidurga as a single group. Two volunteer mothers provided able support to the group. EVERYONE CLIMBED THE HILL - a unique feat.
CONGRATUALTIONS V.S.C. BASKETBALL CAMP AND CHILDREN OF SHISHU MANDIR.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
THE BEGGING BOWL! - NO - ITS' SCHOOL NURTURING
To go and beg for food was the greatest humbling act for the sanyasins of ancient days. It had a specific purpose.
The education department of karnataka state has found a new word for begging - nurturing. Schools are places of learning - in recent times they have kitchens - experimental education has been introduced with a vengenence - teachers have become part time cooks - and whenever they are free they are supposed to attend `training' of this and that. When would they put this training to action - next year or next to next year. I have seen hugely bored and disinterested faces at such training centres.
NOW the govt. says that 95% of budget goes for salaries of staff so they have no money for other things. THEN WHY OPEN MORE AND MORE SCHOOLS which are producing third rate students anyway. Blame the private institutitons for providing good education at a HIGH COST - but inspite of that - even a peon or a sweeper wants to admit his child to a private english school. WHY?
Cycles are a largesse with the vote bank in mind. Colour televisions to each student - the next mantra OR even the parents of the student can come and have food in the school itself. FUTURE IS DARK INDEED if schools are to remain SCHOOLS.
The education department of karnataka state has found a new word for begging - nurturing. Schools are places of learning - in recent times they have kitchens - experimental education has been introduced with a vengenence - teachers have become part time cooks - and whenever they are free they are supposed to attend `training' of this and that. When would they put this training to action - next year or next to next year. I have seen hugely bored and disinterested faces at such training centres.
NOW the govt. says that 95% of budget goes for salaries of staff so they have no money for other things. THEN WHY OPEN MORE AND MORE SCHOOLS which are producing third rate students anyway. Blame the private institutitons for providing good education at a HIGH COST - but inspite of that - even a peon or a sweeper wants to admit his child to a private english school. WHY?
Cycles are a largesse with the vote bank in mind. Colour televisions to each student - the next mantra OR even the parents of the student can come and have food in the school itself. FUTURE IS DARK INDEED if schools are to remain SCHOOLS.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
USE SPORTS AS A MEANS TO DEVELOP CHILD'S PERSONALITY
In the past three decades I have seen children coming to our camps with different purposes. Some of these goals are achieved while others aren't. Some of these children give up very quickly and retreat into their `routines'.
BUT THE ONES THAT STAY TILL THE END ARE THE REAL HEROES. They are able to transform their personality to a very great extent. These are the ones that do well in every sphere of their life for they have learnt the great lesson of PERSISTENCE & RESOLUTENESS.
For this one reason alone, children must be made to compulsorily attend SPORTS CAMPS during holidays.
BUT THE ONES THAT STAY TILL THE END ARE THE REAL HEROES. They are able to transform their personality to a very great extent. These are the ones that do well in every sphere of their life for they have learnt the great lesson of PERSISTENCE & RESOLUTENESS.
For this one reason alone, children must be made to compulsorily attend SPORTS CAMPS during holidays.
ARE YOU VIOLATING THE FUNDAMENTAL RIGHTS OF THE CHILDREN TO PLAY
THIS is an extract from DECLARATION OF THE RIGHTS OF THE CHILD AS ADOPTED BY THE GENERALASSEMBLY OF U.N.O. India is a signatory to this historic document.
Principle 7
The child is entitled to receive education, which shall be free and compulsory, at least in the elementary stages. He shall be given an education which will promote his general culture and enable him, on a basis of equal opportunity, to develop his abilities, his individual judgement, and his sense of moral and social responsibility, and to become a useful member of society.
The best interests of the child shall be the guiding principle of those responsible for his education and guidance; that responsibility lies in the first place with his parents.
The child shall have full opportunity for play and recreation, which should be directed to the same purposes as education; society and the public authorities shall endeavour to promote the enjoyment of this right.
Read this as many times as you wish to - then go and stand in front of the mirror and ask yourself whether you are violating this fundamental right of your own child/student. I wish to repeat
The child shall have full opportunity for play and recreation, which should be directed to the same purposes as education; society and the public authorities shall endeavour to promote the enjoyment of this right.
THINK ABOUT IT BEFORE YOU GO TO SLEEP - now you cannot run away from your responsibility!
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
THE FUNDAMENTAL RIGHT OF THE CHILD TO PLAY IN SCHOOL
Sports has been treated as a curse for an educational institution. It disrupts the `academic normality' of the institution. No matter we are the POOREST NATION on the earth in matter of sports. Shamelessly the educational institutions are pursuing EDUCATION WITHOUT JOY [without proper sports education] because that is the demand of the parents. Demand and supply - like that of any business has reduced educational institutions into shops. This school business is becoming so profitable that every politician, doctor, lawyer, businessman etc has jumped on this bandwagon. A two bedroom house is enough to call it a school.
BUT THIS TRAMPLING OF THE FUNDAMENTAL RIGHT OF THE CHILD TO PLAY IN SCHOOL cannot be ignored any further. If you continue to trample this right by providing `cosmetic' PT periods which further destroy the `joy of games' - then know that you are perpetrating a heinous crime against this LITTLE HUMANITY.
I know what sports can give to children. It gives them ENDURANCE - DISCIPLINE - JOY.
Sadly these are the very things that are missing in our children. Let us work out a regime of games that give these three things - we are ready to collaborate. We are in line to be the most powerful nation in the world - shouldn't we be the BEST IN THE SPORTING WORLD TOO!
LET US BEGIN!
BUT THIS TRAMPLING OF THE FUNDAMENTAL RIGHT OF THE CHILD TO PLAY IN SCHOOL cannot be ignored any further. If you continue to trample this right by providing `cosmetic' PT periods which further destroy the `joy of games' - then know that you are perpetrating a heinous crime against this LITTLE HUMANITY.
I know what sports can give to children. It gives them ENDURANCE - DISCIPLINE - JOY.
Sadly these are the very things that are missing in our children. Let us work out a regime of games that give these three things - we are ready to collaborate. We are in line to be the most powerful nation in the world - shouldn't we be the BEST IN THE SPORTING WORLD TOO!
LET US BEGIN!
Sunday, March 1, 2009
I WILL BE THE PRIME MINISTER OF INDIA
During basketball camps - I often invite children for theory classes. One of my favorite question is WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BECOME? And, of course, the usual answers are Engineer, Doctor, Teacher- some exceptions are like Police & Military etc. It is then I explain to them the power of focussing `early in their lives' to achieve their goals.
In one of the sessions I told them that THEY CAN EVEN BECOME PRIME MINISTER OF INDIA. Destinies are shaped by will power and nothing that they wish is impossible.
A few days later, while we were relaxing, after having conducted a basketball tournament - I turned to Madhushri and asked Madhu what do you want to be - pat came the answer I WILL BECOME THE PRIME MINISTER OF INDIA. This tiny girl said this - holding my gaze all the while - with a seriousness that was amazing. I have no doubt, she will become what she wants to be. This girl who sings IDHEY BHAVYA NAM BHARAT DESHA with a resonance that makes me hear this song again and again.
HOW MANY MORE PRIME MINSTER ASPRIANTS WILL I CREATE? Sumpoorna nurtures us as nothing else does. The battlelines are drawn up - the soldiers are ready - VICTORY IS ASSURED.
In one of the sessions I told them that THEY CAN EVEN BECOME PRIME MINISTER OF INDIA. Destinies are shaped by will power and nothing that they wish is impossible.
A few days later, while we were relaxing, after having conducted a basketball tournament - I turned to Madhushri and asked Madhu what do you want to be - pat came the answer I WILL BECOME THE PRIME MINISTER OF INDIA. This tiny girl said this - holding my gaze all the while - with a seriousness that was amazing. I have no doubt, she will become what she wants to be. This girl who sings IDHEY BHAVYA NAM BHARAT DESHA with a resonance that makes me hear this song again and again.
HOW MANY MORE PRIME MINSTER ASPRIANTS WILL I CREATE? Sumpoorna nurtures us as nothing else does. The battlelines are drawn up - the soldiers are ready - VICTORY IS ASSURED.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
THE TRUE INDIANS
Where are the people with a mission to serve the country? People tell me they are amazed at me and my actions.
I am surprised. My up-bringing and my education made me what I am today. Fired by national zeal my grandfather named me Subhash - pragmatism in my approach has come from parents - rare teachers instilled in me the `desire' to be honest and a `fire in my belly' to do something for my great country.
At 56, I am playing basketball - I am teaching basketball - I am living basketball. What more could I desire? Even if I train 100 children every weekend still it will only be 52,000 by the end of the year - THE YEAR 2009 is the year of SUMPOORNA BASKETBALL. Can't I reach 1,00,000 children every year? If I live another 40 years - even then I will be able to reach only 4 million children.
WHAT ABOUT THE ALMOST HALF A BILLION CHILDREN I WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO REACH OUT TO?
A MISSION IMPOSSIBLE - YET I KNOW I WILL ACHIEVE IT! The twinkling eyes of the children are a reason enough to spend this life and the next life after this ----on this mission.
I am surprised. My up-bringing and my education made me what I am today. Fired by national zeal my grandfather named me Subhash - pragmatism in my approach has come from parents - rare teachers instilled in me the `desire' to be honest and a `fire in my belly' to do something for my great country.
At 56, I am playing basketball - I am teaching basketball - I am living basketball. What more could I desire? Even if I train 100 children every weekend still it will only be 52,000 by the end of the year - THE YEAR 2009 is the year of SUMPOORNA BASKETBALL. Can't I reach 1,00,000 children every year? If I live another 40 years - even then I will be able to reach only 4 million children.
WHAT ABOUT THE ALMOST HALF A BILLION CHILDREN I WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO REACH OUT TO?
A MISSION IMPOSSIBLE - YET I KNOW I WILL ACHIEVE IT! The twinkling eyes of the children are a reason enough to spend this life and the next life after this ----on this mission.
Friday, February 6, 2009
KEEPING MY FINGERS CROSSED!
Whenever a tournament is to be organized in Bangalore there is always a doubt of what may happen? There is little support from schools for basketball - cursed are the basketball players - why this step motherly treatment.
KEEPING MY FINGERS CROSSED - I shall see the day when more children will play basketball than all the other games put together. I remember when in Vidya Niketan, Hebbal, Bangalore we conducted a survey we found that 571 children gave Basketball as their first option - the total school's strength was 572 [one child used to come in wheel chair]! AND THIS WAS WHEN I AND NAVDEEP HAD TAKEN UP COACHING UP BASKETBALL ONLY six months earlier.
Now what's happening in St. Mary's or for that matter Bishop Sargent school of tumkur.
KEEP YOUR FINGERS CROSSED TOO!
KEEPING MY FINGERS CROSSED - I shall see the day when more children will play basketball than all the other games put together. I remember when in Vidya Niketan, Hebbal, Bangalore we conducted a survey we found that 571 children gave Basketball as their first option - the total school's strength was 572 [one child used to come in wheel chair]! AND THIS WAS WHEN I AND NAVDEEP HAD TAKEN UP COACHING UP BASKETBALL ONLY six months earlier.
Now what's happening in St. Mary's or for that matter Bishop Sargent school of tumkur.
KEEP YOUR FINGERS CROSSED TOO!
Sunday, January 25, 2009
BEST IN THE WORLD INDIANS - CAN YOU DO SOMETHING FOR INDIA WHERE ITS' WORST IN THE WORLD!
We are proud of Indians who are world beaters; they sustain us in the belief that IF WE REALLY PUT OURSELVES, we can be the best in the world. Without denying them this right to be `icons of the nation', I have a humble suggestion.
SHOULD THEY NOT TAKE UP AND SUPPORT A ISSUE [other than their own field], in which their beloved country is worst in the world.
For example, it would be good if some of our cricketing icons took up the cudgels on behalf of other sports which are so sadly lacking. Their gesture would make them TRULY GREAT!
They could visit certain educational institutions which `restrict' all sports activity for the youth [in the name of C.E.T and destroy the golden years of sportsmanship] and explain that physical health is much more important than collecting degrees and jobs.
THAT A NATION OF A BILLION NEEDS TO BE ASS-KICKED by leading sportsmen to ensure that the fundamental right of the children to play is safeguarded.
I HAVE BEEN TRYING FOR THREE DECADES - even I need help!
SHOULD THEY NOT TAKE UP AND SUPPORT A ISSUE [other than their own field], in which their beloved country is worst in the world.
For example, it would be good if some of our cricketing icons took up the cudgels on behalf of other sports which are so sadly lacking. Their gesture would make them TRULY GREAT!
They could visit certain educational institutions which `restrict' all sports activity for the youth [in the name of C.E.T and destroy the golden years of sportsmanship] and explain that physical health is much more important than collecting degrees and jobs.
THAT A NATION OF A BILLION NEEDS TO BE ASS-KICKED by leading sportsmen to ensure that the fundamental right of the children to play is safeguarded.
I HAVE BEEN TRYING FOR THREE DECADES - even I need help!
Sunday, January 18, 2009
I WILL STAND FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE!
I refused the right to live a `comfortable' life - for the compexity of `true living' attracted me no end. People questioned my choice but I STOOD UP to my convictions.
It was an endless struggle of FIVE DECADES [my willingness to go for the most difficult and sometimes impossible objectives] and a marathon run that allowed little breathing space. From one catastrophe to another - catapulated into a dark abyss from which no return seemed possible - I willingly allowed myself the delusion that I WAS A GOD LIKE NONE OTHER. The need to have NO FOLLOWERS was great - as I wanted all others to evolve themselves into GODS.
Then suddenly everthing focussed onto a single thought - I WANTED JOY [the only thing worth pursuing]. Playing and teaching basketball to children became my solitary pursuit. I HAD FOUND MY GODS!
I am still quizzed as to WHY DO YOU DO IT? I HAVE STOOD FOR FIVE DECADES searching for `my joy' - and now for the joys of the children I WILL STAND FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE.
It was an endless struggle of FIVE DECADES [my willingness to go for the most difficult and sometimes impossible objectives] and a marathon run that allowed little breathing space. From one catastrophe to another - catapulated into a dark abyss from which no return seemed possible - I willingly allowed myself the delusion that I WAS A GOD LIKE NONE OTHER. The need to have NO FOLLOWERS was great - as I wanted all others to evolve themselves into GODS.
Then suddenly everthing focussed onto a single thought - I WANTED JOY [the only thing worth pursuing]. Playing and teaching basketball to children became my solitary pursuit. I HAD FOUND MY GODS!
I am still quizzed as to WHY DO YOU DO IT? I HAVE STOOD FOR FIVE DECADES searching for `my joy' - and now for the joys of the children I WILL STAND FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE.
WHY MUST ORGANISERS WIN THEIR TOURNAMENTS?
Having seen so many basketball matches and tournaments I have slowly come to recognize the fact that when organizers themselves are participating THEY ALWAYS WIN THE TOURNAMENT! Why?
The need to win is paramount in all of us. But this need to win sometimes reaches ludicrous levels. Most of the school tournaments conducted by schools themselves are planned `meticulously'. Tough teams are kept out or at least kept out of the `hosts' group so that they meet only in the finals. And when the finals begin the referees blow those `convenient' whistles which takes the sails out of the opposition in quick time.
IS THIS SPORTS? AND THEN WE ASK OURSELVES WHY WE DONOT HAVE QUALITY PLAYERS.
The need to win is paramount in all of us. But this need to win sometimes reaches ludicrous levels. Most of the school tournaments conducted by schools themselves are planned `meticulously'. Tough teams are kept out or at least kept out of the `hosts' group so that they meet only in the finals. And when the finals begin the referees blow those `convenient' whistles which takes the sails out of the opposition in quick time.
IS THIS SPORTS? AND THEN WE ASK OURSELVES WHY WE DONOT HAVE QUALITY PLAYERS.
BASKETBALL - MAYHEM VERSUS POETRY
Watch the videos of basketball matches just twenty years ago - the game of basketball was like poetry in motion. Watch today's matches and they are like mayhem.
As a basketball promoter cum coach - I cannot see this game slowly degenerate into more of a street fight than a sport. BRAWN is all you need - the need to get HACKED at every drive in - where does that leads the sport to. I think the time has come for a `relook' at the rules that makes REFEREES job look like supervising a WWF MATCH.
SUMPOORNA is evolving a new set of rules that allow POETRY IN MOTION - it makes the game extremely attractive and SKILL IS APPRECIATED and BRUTE FORCE is penalised.
I will not allow the game I have played for five decades without any real injury degenerate into fisticuffs. Once upon a time Mr. Naismith invented this game to see that the groups of youth test their `sharing skills' but today it tests their `sparring skills'.
LET US PUT BACK `FUN' IN PLAYING BASKETBALL.
As a basketball promoter cum coach - I cannot see this game slowly degenerate into more of a street fight than a sport. BRAWN is all you need - the need to get HACKED at every drive in - where does that leads the sport to. I think the time has come for a `relook' at the rules that makes REFEREES job look like supervising a WWF MATCH.
SUMPOORNA is evolving a new set of rules that allow POETRY IN MOTION - it makes the game extremely attractive and SKILL IS APPRECIATED and BRUTE FORCE is penalised.
I will not allow the game I have played for five decades without any real injury degenerate into fisticuffs. Once upon a time Mr. Naismith invented this game to see that the groups of youth test their `sharing skills' but today it tests their `sparring skills'.
LET US PUT BACK `FUN' IN PLAYING BASKETBALL.
Friday, January 16, 2009
A SPORTSMAN'S DILEMMA!
We hear of stories - sportsmen selling their medals - sportsmen living in garages - sportsmen committing suicides - YET AT SUMPOORNA we are exhorting children `in the name of national pride' to become sportsmen.
It is far better to become a peon in a bank or a cyber-coolie in a call centre than to become a sportsman. A world champion is saddened by the `reception' given to him whereas a whole nation welcomes the victorious cricket team [ the same team which a month ago was beaten by record runs]. Greatness cannot be measured by the `largeness' of the crowds.
Politicians rule the roost - in our daily life, in our journey on pot-holed roads, in scam after scam - yet our sportsmen are dependent on them for their bread and butter. Mere performance never gets a sportsman a place in the state or national team - its' easier to go and lick few political boots to get the job done.
The sportsmen too are to be blamed - after all they get what they deserve - a true world beater arrives after years of dedicated effort. The environment in which our players exist doesn't allow true merit to be nurtured. Boot licking and right connections only helps in make believe actors of `players' and when these people fail to even qualify - drugs enter the scene to ensure `performance at any cost'.
YET WE AT SUMPOORNA ARE ASKING THE CHILDREN TO BECOME SPORTSMEN!
History beckons us - for the real sportsmen in this nation are very few. Unless a grass-root revolution galvanizes this nation; we cannot aspire to take our rightful place in the SPORTING WORLD. India waits with baited breath - a thousand SUPOORNAS must spring forth - for nothing can hold us back - all one billion plus of us.
THAT'S WHY WE AT SUMPOORNA NURTURE YOUNG INDIANS TO BECOME SPORTSMEN.
It is far better to become a peon in a bank or a cyber-coolie in a call centre than to become a sportsman. A world champion is saddened by the `reception' given to him whereas a whole nation welcomes the victorious cricket team [ the same team which a month ago was beaten by record runs]. Greatness cannot be measured by the `largeness' of the crowds.
Politicians rule the roost - in our daily life, in our journey on pot-holed roads, in scam after scam - yet our sportsmen are dependent on them for their bread and butter. Mere performance never gets a sportsman a place in the state or national team - its' easier to go and lick few political boots to get the job done.
The sportsmen too are to be blamed - after all they get what they deserve - a true world beater arrives after years of dedicated effort. The environment in which our players exist doesn't allow true merit to be nurtured. Boot licking and right connections only helps in make believe actors of `players' and when these people fail to even qualify - drugs enter the scene to ensure `performance at any cost'.
YET WE AT SUMPOORNA ARE ASKING THE CHILDREN TO BECOME SPORTSMEN!
History beckons us - for the real sportsmen in this nation are very few. Unless a grass-root revolution galvanizes this nation; we cannot aspire to take our rightful place in the SPORTING WORLD. India waits with baited breath - a thousand SUPOORNAS must spring forth - for nothing can hold us back - all one billion plus of us.
THAT'S WHY WE AT SUMPOORNA NURTURE YOUNG INDIANS TO BECOME SPORTSMEN.
Friday, January 9, 2009
I CANNOT STOP FOR `COMFORTS'!
I am but a child of two years who has just started to walk and talk. I wonder at the great mysteies of nature - and wonder why I donot understand everything. Probably I will, as I grow older.
The realm of nature is to be experienced - no matter how many books you have read - or movies that you have seen. Unless your body brushes the trees; the soul meanders into the valleys and desires take you to lofty hills - you cannot understand the myriad shapes of nature. AND when a little understanding permeates your system a wry smile is all that remains for you suddenly realise the vastness of the task you have undertaken. Like that of a traveller who is told that the destination is just a `little further' and this `little further' makes him travel whole of the day.
The principle behind this philosophy is simple - if you know the `whole' you will be stumped in your tracks. To know little - and then go `little further' may enable you to realise your goal with ease.
My happiness lies in the fact that I have earnestly begun my journey - this job of self realisation that I have set for myself - I hope it ends in joy for everyone - those who love me and also those who don't.
I hope I can follow yester-year greats and begin the process of `path making' for the generations to come. The yearning of my ATMAN cannot be stopped for mere `mortal' comforts!
The realm of nature is to be experienced - no matter how many books you have read - or movies that you have seen. Unless your body brushes the trees; the soul meanders into the valleys and desires take you to lofty hills - you cannot understand the myriad shapes of nature. AND when a little understanding permeates your system a wry smile is all that remains for you suddenly realise the vastness of the task you have undertaken. Like that of a traveller who is told that the destination is just a `little further' and this `little further' makes him travel whole of the day.
The principle behind this philosophy is simple - if you know the `whole' you will be stumped in your tracks. To know little - and then go `little further' may enable you to realise your goal with ease.
My happiness lies in the fact that I have earnestly begun my journey - this job of self realisation that I have set for myself - I hope it ends in joy for everyone - those who love me and also those who don't.
I hope I can follow yester-year greats and begin the process of `path making' for the generations to come. The yearning of my ATMAN cannot be stopped for mere `mortal' comforts!
THE FINEST BIRTHDAY AT 54!
The day started with grass -cutting and is now ending with a `loneliness contentment' that I have sought. There is an all pervasive silence which is deafening all my senses. Mind is fully focussed on to `living' - I can hear my heart beats- I can sense my lungs working in a peaceful harmony - the `wind' rustling through the trees creating an `elixir' of heavenly music.
As darkness falls I have a sense of fulfillmen like never before - its' almost a step short of nirvana. The telephone calls of `happy birthday' reminds me of the `celebration' that my soul is enjoying in this `silent world' of SUMPOORNA. My senses are bathing in a `soup' of extreme joy. God is sitting next to me and whispering `nothings' into my ears. What these `nothings' mean I cannot comprehend but it is something that I very deeply want.
How can I stay away from this - from a `heaven' allotted to me. People dream such dreams - I have been given this dream while I still awake.
WHAT MORE COULD I WANT?
As darkness falls I have a sense of fulfillmen like never before - its' almost a step short of nirvana. The telephone calls of `happy birthday' reminds me of the `celebration' that my soul is enjoying in this `silent world' of SUMPOORNA. My senses are bathing in a `soup' of extreme joy. God is sitting next to me and whispering `nothings' into my ears. What these `nothings' mean I cannot comprehend but it is something that I very deeply want.
How can I stay away from this - from a `heaven' allotted to me. People dream such dreams - I have been given this dream while I still awake.
WHAT MORE COULD I WANT?
Monday, January 5, 2009
THE UNLIMITED LOVE!
Love means differently to us at different ages. The purity of the adolescent love; the frantic search for partnerships in love in our youth; the reminicing about love during mature years and finally the love for universal powers during our old age.
I have always wondered what `being in love' has done for me in my life. I wonder what it would do for me when `I am in love' with the spirituality that cocoons me.
As a child sweets meant anything with sugar in it - as a youth I developed my preferences - as a middle aged person it means `once in a while'. This change is just as information - knowledge - wisdom come to us in that chronological order.
BUT SOME THINGS NEVER CHANGE! Like `being in joy' whatever life may bring.
I have always wondered what `being in love' has done for me in my life. I wonder what it would do for me when `I am in love' with the spirituality that cocoons me.
As a child sweets meant anything with sugar in it - as a youth I developed my preferences - as a middle aged person it means `once in a while'. This change is just as information - knowledge - wisdom come to us in that chronological order.
BUT SOME THINGS NEVER CHANGE! Like `being in joy' whatever life may bring.
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