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A cute poem which draws on the analogy of a bird to convey a mother's love for her child. A mother only has her child's interest at heart.
One should always keep the child in him/her alive. Here are six life lessons the author learnt watching tiny tots in action at a cultural event.
Inhibitions. We all come with them, in varying degrees. Some of us feel shy all our lives and thus give oxygen to inhibitions, while some of the others shrug them off early and keep the little child alive in their heart; even when their hair is graying and teeth are losing ground. Enthusiasm. Unmindful. Non-judgmental. How I wish I could imbibe these childlike abilities now in my adulthood.
Imagine this. On a sunny morning of August, I got to talk, interact with and watch an infectious group of small children participating at the annual event organised by a prestigious school in Gurgaon. The participating children were from different schools. As a part of the school’s emphasis on developing a sense of culture and history among these children, there were different events taking place across the school on that day. Event that I judged left me overwhelmed. Under the “East Meets West” event, tiny-tots were supposed to trace the roots of the Silk Route. This exercise transported the teachers, children and their parents to centuries ago; giving them a glimpse of the lives at that time. Each child had to choose a country which passed through the Silk Route, after which he or she had to present the cultures, traditions, businesses, lifestyles, music and much more about people who lived in that country during 1400 A.D.
This will not be an exaggeration that none of the eager beavers, aged between 4 to 6 years blinked an eye or fluttered their arms or stammered their tongue while standing poised at the center of the stage. Of all the fifteen performers I saw, each was well rehearsed. Their diction was excellent; the sequence of their task was in-time and their delivery top class.
What was commendable was how well these young ones walked up the stage; loaded with not just the confidence but even the knowledge of so many weeks. Each and every child stood with much elan in the center of the stage, sharing their uniqueness. Unmindful, these acts on the stage by the tiny-tots taught me many lessons of life, it was a learning experience for me:
Since then I have been trying to awaken the child within me. Being complacent hinders you from growing. I am trying hard to imbibe the spirits of my little role models. And I will reach there soon.
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Women making compromises for the sake of their families is real; I have seen, heard and read about them. My family has been my biggest cheerleaders!
‘I suppose you will work after marriage?’ My (then) prospective mother-in-law asked a few minutes after we had met.
I was in the penultimate semester of my two-year MBA at IIM Indore. Amid lectures, libraries, badminton, extracurriculars, and placements, I somehow managed to discover my future life partner there. His parents had arrived in Indore from Lucknow to meet his choice and deliberate about blessing the marriage.
‘Yes, of course,’ I replied without blinking, trying to gauge her reaction.
I huffed, puffed and panted up the hill, taking many rest breaks along the way. My calf muscles pained, my heart protested, and my breathing became heavy at one stage.
“Let’s turn back,” my husband remarked. We stood at the foot of Shravanbelagola – one of the most revered Jain pilgrimage centres. “We will not climb the hill,” he continued.
My husband and I were vacationing in Karnataka. It was the month of May, and even at the early hour of 8 am in the morning, the sun scorched our backs. After visiting Bangalore and Mysore, we had made a planned stop at this holy site in the Southern part of the state en route to Hosur. Even while planning our vacation, my husband was very excited at the prospect of visiting this place and the 18 m high statue of Lord Gometeshwara, considered one of the world’s tallest free-standing monolithic statues.
What we hadn’t bargained for was there would be 1001 granite steps that needed to be climbed to have a close-up view of this colossal magic three thousand feet above sea level on a hilltop. It would be an understatement to term it as an arduous climb.
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