Enthralling Trails

The signs of success are a smile that does not fade, confidence that does not wither, and a personality that does not get shaken. Sri Sri Ravishankar The bubbly group of children were laughing and    striding ahead. Few   of the kids carried a large clean aluminium bowl which was flat on the lower portion as it rested on their head. There was something wrapped in a red piece of cloth kept in the container. I saw the first lot of four children move across the street . It was early in the morning which curbed me from talking to them, but when the second lot were moving across I could not help myself from obstructing them. I peered into their faces. They were all that which any child could be. I could see the smile on their beaming countenance wither as if they were offended. I noticed that the oldest boy was around nine years old and was dressed in a cream shirt and   black trousers which were soiled but in an excellent state.  I noticed that the other children who were a few y

In bud, or blade, or bloom, may find A meaning suited to his mind.~Alfred Tennyson   It was dismal dark,   the sky was overcast with clouds, the intense afternoon’s warmth outside had abruptly   cooled , the whole scenario was picturesque and exquisite with the sky changing its hues,   sky blue to   deep purple   to grey, there were shades of   scarlet and indigo too. The weary men and women in the huge ground surrounding the brick kiln had a cheerful countenance as the weather conditions transformed dramatically into a   dreamy one   making the young and   the old idyllic. I began stirring in and out of the porch drawing in mouthful of air while   savouring nature in the startling thunderstorm.                                    J Krishnamurti in the speaking tree column  says   ‘ to understand beauty ,is to have a sense of goodness which comes when the mind and heart is common.’ Who must not have found the surroundings scenic that day, every living form seemed elated   in an

“I think... if it is true that   there are as many minds as there   are heads, then there are as many   kinds of love as there are hearts.”   ―   Leo Tolstoy ,   Anna Karenina f, you can achieve." “It’s the possibility of having i It was quarter past two, I was late and feared entering the hall. Golay hall in the English department of the University was closed with the outer wooden door clamped . I desperately wis hed to attend the presentation though the topic was on a comparative study on Multiculturalism by  Dr Dorothy from Georgia St ate University . I missed the foreword for having been late. I saw a young girl probably in her post graduation just pull the door wide open , I thanked God and this youngster as I sneaked in to the hall behind her. I sat on the nearest  seat near the door in the most uncomfortable way but felt happy that the visit which is twenty two km away from home did not  go vain. Dr. Dorothy stood there and was deeply engrossed presenting her Paper.

“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.”   ―   Alfred Tennyson Nancy was lost in thoughts , her eyes rapt on a boy in the corner of the park. The boy wore an unclean uniform, and was lost in thoughts, seated far away from his friends. It was picnic time, parents had given their kids generous amount of food which they had begun eating right from the time they sat in the bus even before we had begun moving towards our destination.It was beautiful ,lovely and an enthralling day, it was picnic time for the students belonging to St’Francis school Vasai. The whole day was blissful with our early morning visit to Essel world in Mumbai. We were the first ones to enter the amusement park. Most of us were teachers in the school, youthful with our students who were merely seven years younger to us. We were told to reach early with nothing to carry as teachers would be provided lunch in the amusement park. We were del ighted to

“It's funny how, in this journey of life, even though we may begin at different times and places, our paths cross with others so that we may share our love, compassion, observations, and hope. This is a design of God that I appreciate and cherish.”   ―   Steve Maraboli   The speaking tree column by Janina Gomes ‘Know That You Have it in You’ on the 28 th Feb on contempt left me contemplating the vast and diminutive issues which may have influenced one’s life in their personal sphere, at their workplace or in their social life. It said contempt for anybody- the less privileged, the vulnerable people of other faiths, women, those who live ind ependently, the differently abled-the mentally challenged  could percolate down the different strata of society. It set me pondering on the saying as it definitely confirmed how people enjoy hurting others and inflicting pain through words of scorn and hatred. It reminded me notably of the incident which occurred a few days back.