I was remarking to Nandini....that her friend Nanao Singh is in the papers today, expecting her to feel curious, excited. First for calling Nanao Singh her friend, we have a pic with Nanao Singh who signed an autograph for her at the CYG. She remarked ... Nanao Singh was not her friend a little grumpily.
Why did she not get excited about such achievements?
I remember I went into the stadium for the first Grand Prix Tennis tournament in India in the 1970's and as I could not get any tickets... went into the stadium at 6.00 AM to try ant get a glimpse of the players. The security allowed me and I could shake hands.... including the big hands of Vijay Amritraj, hold his racket (he let me..without brushing me away), he has always held my awe as a sportsman, an affable human, smiling, sincere and what must have been always a great sense of humour... i swing the racket a couple of times felt great, felt that I may be overstepping and politely handed the racket back, sauntered around shook more hands. Of course I followed Vijay's tennis through his peak as well as troughs.. Always believing the great the sportsperson he stood out as. Similarly, my early inspiring interactions with the Abid Ali, Faroukh Engineer and GR Viswanath who I met briefly at a Ranji Match in Bangalore, Bishen Bedi who knocked my knees out when I tried to play him at the nets of an inter-services match where he was chief guest. Dhanraj who always has acknowledged every Namskar at the local Hockey competion at pune or at the Murugappa Gold Cup at Chennai. I continue keeping an eye out for them whatever they do. More recently with Mohinder Amarnath in Noida whom I have always admired, has kept me keen on sports and sportspersons though my life.
Harini & I try to re-create the awe of these for Nan by showing our awe for the great sportspersons, musicians, heroes, ppointing them out in crowds, on the road, in shopping malls to give her the helping hand such inspirations have provided us. Hope we succeed..
Can we create that awe for heroes amongst our children who have more access to today's heroes than we ever had? How to compensate for the an over kill by the media which makes such stars so near, that we they are now part of the furniture (the telly) and hence ignored. And very soon trashes them for their not so superhuman deeds which may have nothing to do with the field they have chosen to be heroes.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Kesav,Trivandrum..Thiruvananthapuram
Just there for Kesav's poonal. Started with Mohan's son...but Kesav has an identity of his own. He is a one pony show- Energy, sense of humour, all smiles and of course a most lovable child. Ribbed Mohan when Mohan was slipping on following the priests instructions. Kesav braved a fever, did all that was expected of him, enjoyed all the photo- ops, all smiles and poses a la Krishna with his Gopi's all around him.
I enjoyed all the kids around all ages, sometimes more than the time I spent with the Grown ups . I was in great humour all through.
Paddu, Premanna, Mama and Mami.....I travelled in different time zones, period in which I got to know each of them well. Rejoiced and acknowledged variously the pleasures and pains they have travelled through. Kalpana, I missed talking to as she juggled with Kesav's illness, the event and moods of many. I was in my home just different.
Thiruvananthapuram city is a beauty, as you land you approach back from the south and to you right you see one of the most beautiful beaches, the sea in green and blue hues is breath taking and fresh. The land is one massive orchard of coconut trees. The city is on the western ghats with sloping roads, very few high rises, lovely old buildings, a lot of Baker style bunglows thrown in, all roads clean. The sea breeze keeping the air so fresh and earthy. A definite drive down is on the cards, the drive down Konkan all the way down is beckoning and does not the Safari that wont fit into my parking lot.
Mams's house is in Jawahar Nagar, bunglow type houses, lovely garden some old fruit trees chickoo, Mango, coconut, some pots of anthurium. The red oxide cement floor polished a gleaming rich red. Spartan, minimalist beautiful. A house that I would love to retire into.
On another note...
I am keen observer of mankind.. Harini will say I stare too hard if some people catch my attention... she is not talking jollu or maybe she is ...anyway... there were this bunch of women all from oh so sufi Bombay who got my goat... Just as we boarded the plane... all of them travelling sponsored business class... doing an awful imitation of the accent they would have to deal with in Thiruvanathapuram airport .... with uh so falsetto sufi accents....Wanted to tell them one thing... the Malyalee of Thiruvananathapuram could best you anyday in their chosen language ..English and do manage Hindi and Malyalam with aplomb while you struggle to just get you accent so uppity...."get real maam" do not hide your ignorance under that pale faced, western attired, sophisticated bearing...Malyalees have made Kovalam even more welcoming by letting you get your tongue around to pronounce Trivandrum rather than struggle with Thiruvananthapuram.
Mohan ... thanks for the invite..
I enjoyed all the kids around all ages, sometimes more than the time I spent with the Grown ups . I was in great humour all through.
Paddu, Premanna, Mama and Mami.....I travelled in different time zones, period in which I got to know each of them well. Rejoiced and acknowledged variously the pleasures and pains they have travelled through. Kalpana, I missed talking to as she juggled with Kesav's illness, the event and moods of many. I was in my home just different.
Thiruvananthapuram city is a beauty, as you land you approach back from the south and to you right you see one of the most beautiful beaches, the sea in green and blue hues is breath taking and fresh. The land is one massive orchard of coconut trees. The city is on the western ghats with sloping roads, very few high rises, lovely old buildings, a lot of Baker style bunglows thrown in, all roads clean. The sea breeze keeping the air so fresh and earthy. A definite drive down is on the cards, the drive down Konkan all the way down is beckoning and does not the Safari that wont fit into my parking lot.
Mams's house is in Jawahar Nagar, bunglow type houses, lovely garden some old fruit trees chickoo, Mango, coconut, some pots of anthurium. The red oxide cement floor polished a gleaming rich red. Spartan, minimalist beautiful. A house that I would love to retire into.
On another note...
I am keen observer of mankind.. Harini will say I stare too hard if some people catch my attention... she is not talking jollu or maybe she is ...anyway... there were this bunch of women all from oh so sufi Bombay who got my goat... Just as we boarded the plane... all of them travelling sponsored business class... doing an awful imitation of the accent they would have to deal with in Thiruvanathapuram airport .... with uh so falsetto sufi accents....Wanted to tell them one thing... the Malyalee of Thiruvananathapuram could best you anyday in their chosen language ..English and do manage Hindi and Malyalam with aplomb while you struggle to just get you accent so uppity...."get real maam" do not hide your ignorance under that pale faced, western attired, sophisticated bearing...Malyalees have made Kovalam even more welcoming by letting you get your tongue around to pronounce Trivandrum rather than struggle with Thiruvananthapuram.
Mohan ... thanks for the invite..
Sunday, January 11, 2009
We all need to belong!!!!
This is amazing how people want to belong and hence try and attach themselves to umbellical chords of indeinite length. Such attachment give us pains and pleasures of gossip little else.
Chartered Accountants feeling shortchanged by auditors and accountants of Satyam, as if the CFO and PwC owed to the CA brethren not make a quick buck. Boss ..."a hyderbad company & telegu promoters what else do you expect". Another cheat from Hyderabad as if all Hyderabadi's were cheats, as if all these guys are born criminals.
Brahmin's crying over a brahmin thief of letting their caste frown, as if we knew him to be a man of morals and he lets us down.
Isrealis have to be admired because we have a common enemy in the Al Qaeeda. Palestinians are our brothers because Indra Gandhu got a brotherly hug from Yassar Arafat.
The point is at any level these are individual decisions to do right or wrong, and they need to be judged accordingly, not because they belong or we belong to any group. All of us have a choice to life on our own terms.
Raju's committed crime because they wanted to, the auditors became careless or compromised on their own not after checking with their group " brethren" whether they should or not. Getting our minds out of this "belong" feeling will help us judge events on their merit.
We should get out of this neo-castism!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Chartered Accountants feeling shortchanged by auditors and accountants of Satyam, as if the CFO and PwC owed to the CA brethren not make a quick buck. Boss ..."a hyderbad company & telegu promoters what else do you expect". Another cheat from Hyderabad as if all Hyderabadi's were cheats, as if all these guys are born criminals.
Brahmin's crying over a brahmin thief of letting their caste frown, as if we knew him to be a man of morals and he lets us down.
Isrealis have to be admired because we have a common enemy in the Al Qaeeda. Palestinians are our brothers because Indra Gandhu got a brotherly hug from Yassar Arafat.
The point is at any level these are individual decisions to do right or wrong, and they need to be judged accordingly, not because they belong or we belong to any group. All of us have a choice to life on our own terms.
Raju's committed crime because they wanted to, the auditors became careless or compromised on their own not after checking with their group " brethren" whether they should or not. Getting our minds out of this "belong" feeling will help us judge events on their merit.
We should get out of this neo-castism!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Jazz.....(note 1)
I found that I like Jazz, why I dont know. Some of Jazz is noisy, and I can't find the rhythm or rhyme. Some is cool, traipzing, having great underlying rhythm. Does music need to have rhyme is probably the same as asking whether life needs a rhyme. The reason I agree to jazz, is that rules are there, but they are flouted. But what rules do you flout and what you dont. You note your mistakes, but it does not consume you, you pick up the thread and live on. And you still make great music. Flouting rules does not make you a bad guy, neither does keeping to rules make you a good person. So I find that Jazz is not judgemental. Jazz can be sentimental and heavy, quirky and light without the burden of making a meaning.
I find travel to be likewise, free form, routines are all new or not there, new people, newer smells sights and food (my heart is in it) never have any expectations of you to conform.
Meanwhile I have gorged myself on some Jazz... Keith Jarret, George Benson, Amy Winehouse (back to black), Gerry Mulligan. Devashis, you are welcome to it.
Why do we expect all our heroes to be perfect at everything why not accept their genious and let them live their lives the way they want to. I would like to say to Amy Winehouse.... sing the way you want to, live the way you want to, even if you had just sung two songs, I am happy that you landed on this earth.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Safe Driving : I do love you guys who read this blog more
I was to send this out yesterday, and may be our colleague may have seen it and not been part of the accident.
We are all software professionals, the operative word is professionals. As a professional, we understand the need to follow professional standards. Why a standard? A standard is meant to help us communicate by suggesting to the others that they can expect a code of behavior. We all use vehicles for commuting that are far harder, faster and make more damaging impact than what would be if we collided with each other while walking. We can cause Death, Permanent Disability, Disability, and losses to the individual, the family, property of a much higher order than we can truly fathom if we have not been close to one such incident.
Accidents usually happen to others… I know what I am doing…everyone drives badly….even if I drive on the wrong side I am careful… I was in a hurry….I had to do another 2 kms (or 50 meters) as there was a road divider, who will go all the way around…everyone was doing it… my son is only 13 but drives far better than most adults I know… I have taught him to drive so he is good…..I only followed the other guy …are just some of the refrains that you will be telling yourself at every moment that you decide to break some rules.
Some thoughts I have…
You need Self Discipline to be driving..
Will drive only if I have a license.
Will not allow any under aged child of ours or younger siblings to drive in contravention of law, i.e. without a driving license. Will keep vehicle keys out of reach of adventurous minors/unlicensed drivers.
Will follow all driving rules and ask all my friends to do the same.
Will not drink and drive and will prevent others from drinking and driving
An equally important corollary of the above is that I will not drive under sedation, when extremely tired, when I am under tremendous stress, while I am on the mobile phone… this applies to any situation when all your faculties, eyes, ears, mind, hands and feet that you use to drive a vehicle are not fully in control.
Will discourage others from breaking driving rules and etiquette or driving dangerously.
Always plan and give yourself enough time to commute, if you are getting delayed for a meeting, call, inform of your delay rather than drive dangerously to make it in time……… Miss your flight, Miss your meeting for god sakes don’t kill anyone, better late than never is the most apt phrase for the road.
One of the common dangerous situations arises when we have our kid on our lap while driving a car or have them sitting on the petrol tank of your motorcycle and allow them to control the direction of the motorbike. My Dad too did this with me but I was too young to be responsible and my father was not. I actually managed to pull the key out of the key hole and threw the key out of the window while the car was in motion. Fortunately, nothing nasty happened and the car which did not have power steering could be safely pulled over to the side…. we survived.
Some General Manthras…
1. Your vehicle should be good for the road (Road worthy). Check all these yourself:
Brakes
Hand brake
Steering,
Engine.
Gear box.
Head lights,
Turning lights,
Parking lights,
Mirrors in place,
Wipers
Tyres
Get your vehicle serviced regularly, you may be able to understand some of the above but a professional garage will do a more professional review of the road worthiness of your vehicle. Check out all important things before you leave the servicing garage, (even they can make mistakes and give your vehicle back half done).
2. Know your vehicle well. Test the various parts, position of the mirrors, gears etc. before you start.
3. Always drive on the correct side of the road, and in the correct lane. In case it is unavoidable as there can be if there is an accident on your lane, then you should have your hazard lights on. (press the button that gets your turning lights to blink on-off-on on both side of the vehicle.
4. Always be polite, even if the other party is at fault, road rage will prevent you from driving carefully once you are angry.
5. Your speed should be adjusted to the speed of the traffic, and appropriate to the distance between yourself and the vehicle ahead, the number of side roads that bring in traffic into the road.
6. Look out for traffic that may come on the wrong side, even if you are a responsible driver, there are many others who are not.
7. Always respect the traffic signals whether manned or unmanned. Do not look out for the absence of the policeman to cheat.
8. At a road signal, always wait for the Go signal to come on before you start. Wait for a couple of seconds to allow traffic that is already crossing to exit the crossing.
9. Do not stop your vehicle in the middle of the road to ask for directions, you should pull over to the side. Middle here means any part of the road that has reasonable traffic.
10. Give way to traffic coming from the right, right has right of way when two vehicles reach the same spot at the same time.
11. Give way to vehicles going up the slope while driving down a slope,
12. Do not make sudden changes to your direction, i.e. without adequate warning to other users of the road. Just because you have put out your hand or given a turning signal does not mean you can make the change to your direction without checking if the signal has been acknowledged by other party. You may still have to wait.
13. Do you know what a shoulder check is? When changing the direction of your vehicle to the right or to the left, you need to look out for vehicles that will pass you that come from either side, front and back. The shoulder check means a check that you do by turning your head so that your eyes sweep the area from your side mirror backwards covering the blind spot between the edge beyond your mirror and what you can see on your rear mirror. This is also to understand how fast the vehicle coming from behind will pass you. It is for this reason, that most side mirror carry this note “Objects in the mirror may be closer than may appear”.
14. It is always good for driver of the larger vehicle to humble, as he/she can cause the most damage. However, you should also keep in mind that the larger vehicles also react more slowly and you need to make allowance for that. How many of you have really understood why “LONG VEHILCE” is written on the back side of some trucks and taken cognizance of that and made changes to your driving decision?
15. Move off from the fast lane to allow others to go ahead, rather than letting them honk you out of the way.
16. Don’t honk… it is rude, flash a signal, look out for no Honk Zones, (as far as possible)
17. Take note of road conditions, cobbled roads, water logging, water and oil slick, sand at the edges can all cause your vehicle to behave abnormally and hence intended actions may turn out very different and dangerous results.
18. When you are coming from a unmetalled side road (kutcha) or road edge onto the main road (example : when we are getting out from our Bavdhan office on to highway), the road condition of the Kutcha road may not be reliable, or the water and slush from other vehicles may make the main road a little unreliable. We need to be very careful and not cause vehicles that are plying on the main road to make abrupt decisions. Why???? Because abrupt/Sudden decisions by these vehicles to brake, swerve and lose control, will cause other vehicles to make other abrupt/sudden changes and cause them to go out of control. Though you may go untouched by the incident, you would have still caused serious damage including death.
19. When you see a car coming out of the road side parking, do you try and speed around it, or do you slow and allow the vehicle to emerge? I see most drivers speeding up to cross the vehicle that is backing out rather than allow the other vehicle to back out. Do we have to be so rude? Why do we swerve around the vehicle, causing other traffic to similarly swerve, brake. I have seen umpteen such accidents happen in Pune on FC Road, of course the swerving motorist is not wearing a helmet.
20. Do not enter the fast lane unless vehicles have slowed down to allow you. Without confirmation of this, have the patience to wait for the traffic to slow down/pass
by. We are taught to cross the road correctly in school much of the same principles still apply.
21. Do not overtake from the wrong side specially a 4 wheeler, half the drivers do not have a side mirror and probably the other half do not look into that mirror. Just because you horn does not mean that they will drift into you. Anyway you are in error.
Some manthras while driving a two wheeler
Always wear a helmet. (I was saved by my heavy full mask ISI certified helmet as my bike skidded off the sand around a corner of a road. The strap around my chin did not break, my head with the helmet hit the road. I got up shaken but alive.)
Provide your pillion with a helmet too, you are always taking someone you care for ride,
Do not carry excess weight, or items that protrude out beyond the boundaries of your vehicle. Do not carry more than one pillion.
Do not drive side by side talking to other two wheeler driver, hogging the road and causing inconvenience to other drivers.
Please make sure that all clothing that is loose is tucked in for both the driver and the pillion. I have stopped at least a 100 motor cyclists asking them to tuck their Duppatta and Sarees so that these do not get into the wheel. My sister had a head injury just before the day of her marriage on my bike. I have felt compelled to stop and correct others ever since. Some thank me, some frown and scowl at this unwanted interference.
I take pride that I drive very very safe, (being slow is not necessarily safe) and I reduce the probability of causing an accident by my deliberate driving discipline.
I urge you all to read more about safe driving and inculcate good and safe driving habits. There are major adjustments to be made in your driving habits as you move from a learner to a licensed driver, as you upgrade from gearless bikes to geared ones, from a two wheeler to a car, from town roads to city roads, to highways and hilly terrains, from country to country. Be alert to all this.
There is much more to safe driving than this. I wrote most of this yesterday, I delayed sending this to all of you and may be lost a chance to stop one accident, and I am feeling somehow responsible for the accident to our colleague yesterday. I have a great deal of love and care for your lives, lives and welfare of your families, so this must reach you today.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Appa...
I missed you and I did think of all the things you meant to me. And yearning started from the time I got Amma's call to wish me on my birthday. I missed your voice on the phone.. But remembered your voice immediately from all the past years that you never missed and you were there with her when I heard her voice. As usual I did not have to wait the day to be wished, it was the first thing in the morning.
As far back as I can remember,
The innumerable kites that you allowed me to fly in Agra, running with all the kids chasing the kites that would have suffered ai bo kata, play gilli danda in the by lanes, playing running and catching in the construction sites, where we would take running jumps into piles of sand at the bottom.
Teaching me to ride the bike in Thane in the smelly ground behind our apartment block,... we hired the blue small cycle from the cycle shop, after Uma's turn, I sat on it and You pushed it a little and I pedaled as furiously as I could and went one round then as I neared you, you just picked me off the bike, and the bike just fell of to the side, at later times as I tried to stop, I ended up in the brambles, bruised but waiting for another turn.
The beautiful Cricket bat that you got me when we were in Hauz Khas H 7, and I promptly oiled it with linseed oil and as soon as it was ready, I lost the bat the next day. How much I hurt, but you did not get angry and let me feel the responsibility of being careless, you taught me to take responsibility for that hurt. It would have been so easy, to have just got a scolding, did my cry and move on.. But it was not your way.
The freedom to play matches all over Motibagh and elsewhere, allowing me to give the family movie outing a miss so that I could go and play outside. Teaching ,me some tennis strokes and giving your lovely Spalding- Pancho Gonzales tennis racket a going over against the Motibagh Garage.
The only hiding I remember is the one I got when I repeated some swear words that I picked up from Ram and repeated them at home not knowing what they meant.
Later on, letting me read you autograph books and diaries to inspire me to play tennis, read books. Narrating your stories from your school, college, Congo and making life that much more interesting.
Teaching us Chess, carom and Bridge, that consumed most of the hot summer vacation.
Taking on as many boarders into the house without the worry of trying to make ends meet, conflicts with study times etc. telling us by practice that being good is far more important than being rich.
In all this you also taught me to not be judgmental about people and make friends without fear of a rejection.
Later on as I was getting older, making me copy write from the news paper editorials for the summer vacation, to improve me awarness and more importantly my handwriting.
Coming to school to talk my Physics teacher Mr. Gupta and telling him why you cannot see how putting me for tuition with a teacher from whom I was not learning could help improve my Physics.
Helping me make the change from science to commerce and tolerating my shoddy college marks, not telling me to not play. Telling me that I should just make up my mind to do better. Your confidence in my abilities always were higher than my own.
Helping get past my first crash at Saket Main Market, when I rammed into the parapet wall.
Making the trip to Corbett and rekindling the love for wild life. Your legacy and love of long drives that lives deep in me.
As I finished Grad and was looking for a job, telling me that you could support me a few more years to do my CA, and that I could if I wanted not join Network as a Salesperson.
Telling me that I could smoke or drink, live the way I want to, as long as it was with my own money. Letting me onto my first Royal Enfield, while all around people were trying to tell me that the scooter would be right two wheeler.
Handling, the thug who wanted a 1000 bucks off me for damage to his Jeep.
Of course, responding to UB and E&Y interview invites while I was out of station with your imitation of my handwriting.
Sometimes when we get so much of a good thing as you, it leaves me greedy to have wanted more of all that we had good. But that is not the way life is, it is that you remember all these wonderful moments only when they stand out in relief against the life as it moves on, and more when I do not see you.
As I have grown older, I have become conscious of other things that you have told us by example... to let individuals take responsibility for themselves, to not covet what you have not earned, to be selfish enough so that I do not live life thinking that I have given up some joys and comfort for the sake of another. I should live without the pain of sacrifice, it should be the joy of having helped that should matter. And now the most important one ...to prioritise family in the larger scheme of things.
Appa, I often think about you and the way you handled your good and difficult times, the “stubbornness” all of your own in living the way you wanted to.
Thank you Appa for this wonderful life you brought me into. I owe you a big one...
As far back as I can remember,
The innumerable kites that you allowed me to fly in Agra, running with all the kids chasing the kites that would have suffered ai bo kata, play gilli danda in the by lanes, playing running and catching in the construction sites, where we would take running jumps into piles of sand at the bottom.
Teaching me to ride the bike in Thane in the smelly ground behind our apartment block,... we hired the blue small cycle from the cycle shop, after Uma's turn, I sat on it and You pushed it a little and I pedaled as furiously as I could and went one round then as I neared you, you just picked me off the bike, and the bike just fell of to the side, at later times as I tried to stop, I ended up in the brambles, bruised but waiting for another turn.
The beautiful Cricket bat that you got me when we were in Hauz Khas H 7, and I promptly oiled it with linseed oil and as soon as it was ready, I lost the bat the next day. How much I hurt, but you did not get angry and let me feel the responsibility of being careless, you taught me to take responsibility for that hurt. It would have been so easy, to have just got a scolding, did my cry and move on.. But it was not your way.
The freedom to play matches all over Motibagh and elsewhere, allowing me to give the family movie outing a miss so that I could go and play outside. Teaching ,me some tennis strokes and giving your lovely Spalding- Pancho Gonzales tennis racket a going over against the Motibagh Garage.
The only hiding I remember is the one I got when I repeated some swear words that I picked up from Ram and repeated them at home not knowing what they meant.
Later on, letting me read you autograph books and diaries to inspire me to play tennis, read books. Narrating your stories from your school, college, Congo and making life that much more interesting.
Teaching us Chess, carom and Bridge, that consumed most of the hot summer vacation.
Taking on as many boarders into the house without the worry of trying to make ends meet, conflicts with study times etc. telling us by practice that being good is far more important than being rich.
In all this you also taught me to not be judgmental about people and make friends without fear of a rejection.
Later on as I was getting older, making me copy write from the news paper editorials for the summer vacation, to improve me awarness and more importantly my handwriting.
Coming to school to talk my Physics teacher Mr. Gupta and telling him why you cannot see how putting me for tuition with a teacher from whom I was not learning could help improve my Physics.
Helping me make the change from science to commerce and tolerating my shoddy college marks, not telling me to not play. Telling me that I should just make up my mind to do better. Your confidence in my abilities always were higher than my own.
Helping get past my first crash at Saket Main Market, when I rammed into the parapet wall.
Making the trip to Corbett and rekindling the love for wild life. Your legacy and love of long drives that lives deep in me.
As I finished Grad and was looking for a job, telling me that you could support me a few more years to do my CA, and that I could if I wanted not join Network as a Salesperson.
Telling me that I could smoke or drink, live the way I want to, as long as it was with my own money. Letting me onto my first Royal Enfield, while all around people were trying to tell me that the scooter would be right two wheeler.
Handling, the thug who wanted a 1000 bucks off me for damage to his Jeep.
Of course, responding to UB and E&Y interview invites while I was out of station with your imitation of my handwriting.
Sometimes when we get so much of a good thing as you, it leaves me greedy to have wanted more of all that we had good. But that is not the way life is, it is that you remember all these wonderful moments only when they stand out in relief against the life as it moves on, and more when I do not see you.
As I have grown older, I have become conscious of other things that you have told us by example... to let individuals take responsibility for themselves, to not covet what you have not earned, to be selfish enough so that I do not live life thinking that I have given up some joys and comfort for the sake of another. I should live without the pain of sacrifice, it should be the joy of having helped that should matter. And now the most important one ...to prioritise family in the larger scheme of things.
Appa, I often think about you and the way you handled your good and difficult times, the “stubbornness” all of your own in living the way you wanted to.
Thank you Appa for this wonderful life you brought me into. I owe you a big one...
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
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