Enthralling Trails

‘Thoughts control your world,be a firm guardian of your thought,make certain it is of the highest quality’-Robin Sharma The little  boy  was engrossed in a sheer joy of his highhandedness over a bird on the tree. He was seated on his bicycle, with his neck craned upwards, his mouth opened and closed as a crow’s beak as he made  strange caw, cah sounds. It looked like a crow on the tree had  befriended the little boy as it cawed back.  The boy cawed again, the bird looked down and cawed at him, both were deeply involved in their chat, it was a breathtaking sight with the boy basking in the morning sun rays. None of the by passers watched him. A few morning walkers come for their walk, regularly, but many a times it looks as if the exercise is a troublesome task. Many use the opportunity to gossip destroying the serenity of  a walk with their anxious high-pitched talk. A few others have  earphones stuffed in their ears, leading them into...

“No matter the nature of your individuality, you can nurture a better identity and have a mature positively rewarding life.”   ―   Ifeanyi Enoch Onuoha They dragged themselves heaving their luggage till the seat. The boy confirmed the seat numbers. My niece and me moved away so that they were comfortable.I was travelling back to Pune from Hyderabad   after visiting my sister who was unwell with a fracture in her ankle. It was painful to see my sister in a troubled state, but ecstatic to meet my siblings and their kids. My niece who was lately married off was also there to take care of her mother.  She had come to see me off along with her father. The man and the young boy huddled in their seats. I had got the window seat in the AC chair car.  The train chugged away at sharp 2.45pm . The boy sat next to me and the father a seat away. The whole bogie was filled with people making it very safe for all those who were travelling alone. On the far end was ...

“ The weakest among us has a gift however seemingly trivial, which is peculiar to him and which worthily used will be a gift also to his race” Ruskin “And you will have to teach ‘Insight learning,” said the Psychology lecturer. He was young and lean,  with intelligence written in his amble, talk and conduct. He was one of our favourites, his lectures were one of those few lectures which one yearned to be in, leading to a  rejuvenated feel especially after a tiresome lecture of Philosophy. It was an assignment in Psychology for the students pursuing Bachelors in Education at the reputed Comprehensive College of Education in  Hyderabad . On reaching home I contemplated on the topic  wondering how I would put across the lecture to a class of  hundred and above. I loved Psychology as a subject, learning it was easy but to teach the topic required a strategy. I remembered the day my teachers in the senior college arranged a seminar and called us spontaneousl...

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 ot...

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...

“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...

“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 i...