Thursday, December 8, 2011

Acknowledgement By The Author Of "The Alchemist" : Paulo Coelho

ESPANOL CLICAR AQUI: Matando los suenos
PORTUGUES CLICAR AQUI: Matando os sonhos

The first symptom of the process of our killing our dreams is the lack of time. The busiest people I have known in my life always have time enough to do everything. Those who do nothing are always tired and pay no attention to the little amount of work they are required to do. They complain constantly that the day is too short. The truth is, they are afraid to fight the Good Fight.
The second symptom of the death of our dreams lies in our certainties. Because we don’t want to see life as a grand adventure, we begin to think of ourselves as wise and fair and correct in asking so little of life. We look beyond the walls of our day-to-day existence, and we hear the sound of lances breaking, we smell the dust and the sweat, and we see the great defeats and the fire in the eyes of the warriors. But we never see the delight, the immense delight in the hearts of those who are engaged in the battle. For them, neither victory nor defeat is important; what’s important is only that they are fighting the Good Fight.
And, finally, the third symptom of the passing of our dreams is peace. Life becomes a Sunday afternoon; we ask for nothing grand, and we cease to demand anything more than we are willing to give. In that state, we think of ourselves as being mature; we put aside the fantasies of our youth, and we seek personal and professional achievement. We are surprised when people our age say that they still want this or that out of life. But really, deep in our hearts, we know that what has happened is that we have renounced the battle for our dreams – we have refused to fight the Good Fight.
When we renounce our dreams and find peace, we go through a short period of tranquility. But the dead dreams begin to rot within us and to infect our entire being.
We become cruel to those around us, and then we begin to direct this cruelty against ourselves. That’s when illnesses and psychoses arise. What we sought to avoid in combat – disappointment and defeat – come upon us because of our cowardice.
And one day, the dead, spoiled dreams make it difficult to breathe, and we actually seek death. It’s death that frees us from our certainties, from our work, and from that terrible peace of our Sunday afternoons

Jagdish S Kolur December 6, 2011 at 4:40 pm

Dear Paul,
I have gone through your Blog, the analysis therein are very true. But these views are subjective and depend upon which stage of life you are at. I am sharing a link to the Blog written by me which gives the mindset of people who are at the last stages of life.
The name of the topic is "Message before its too late". Please give your view.
Blogger. Jags
Paulo Coelho December 6, 2011 at 8:40 pm
I am going to post an edited version here in the future, with a link to your blog

Monday, December 5, 2011

Face the challenges of life…..


Being human we all have to face challenges life throws at us at every juncture. Some of them are bound to test you to the brink and others may push you to the wall.  The inherent nature of these challenges  is that they are all unpredictable and one cannot really plan.  The problem is that we live a life planning for the unexpected and inspite of all this planning we still fall short of plans when we face reality.  Then how do we deal with this?

I have always advocated what I learnt from my guru that acceptance of people and situation at a given time will solve a lot of problems. This kind of approach has helped me come out of many a situation without conflict and that too maintaining a calm demeanour.  This approach does not mean that one has to simply accept the situation and be at the mercy or at the taking end of the situation. 

Acceptance is only the first step towards resolving half the problem on hand.  What happens when we accept a problem or situation? 

  1. We are actually acknowledging that there is something more powerful   which is not only governing our life but also every thing happening around us.  There is a definite pre-set  plan in place which is beyond human comprehension…… We should remember that we are only a minuscule part of a system which is controlled by nature which has a operating system that is more advanced and difficult for human beings to conceive.
  2. This action of acceptance also unknowingly brings us to a very beautiful state of mind i.e gratitude.  The resultant mind-set  not only gives us positive thoughts but also results in action that is complimentary.

There is also one more thought process that I would like to share with my readers.  We all are faced with situations where nothing seems to improve in-spite of all the efforts and acceptance.  Then which direction do we take?  The most common approach is to fire fight the situation trying to control small factors that are immediate and are perceived to be the actual cause of problem.  This approach can only give results  when there is an actual fire which is engulfing everything that comes in its path.

But the problems we face in life cannot be compared to fire-fighting.  If we adopt this kind of mind-set we are not actually doing any thing to address the actual problem but resolving small issues that are a result of the bigger problem on hand. 

The best approach would be to do something constructive which can actually solve the problem on the long run though they may seem too far fetched and time consuming  This will systematically stem the flow of the immediate resulting problems on hand.

Most of the time we all know what needs to be done but we all are looking for alternative quick fix solutions but again let me remind you …… acceptance is the key…… acceptance that the problems to be resolved need some time.  Having said this have we traversed a circle and come back to acceptance?

So let us accept that acceptance is the key to success or key to acceptance…… Confusing though it may sound…. for me acceptance and success can be mentioned in the same breath because acceptance leads to success because both complement each other!!

By blogger:  Jagdish S Kolur

Monday, November 28, 2011

My Most Embarrassing Moment!!

Add  Dr Shailesh Palekar  who is missing in this picture
These kind of moments are some thing most of us would want to avoid.  I bet all of us would wish they were spared the thought of being in this kind of situation.  I have been thinking for long for writing on this topic.  It would have surprised me if some of my readers have not been in a situation like this.  Infact even I have been at the taking end of such a situation and believe me it was bad!!

I would like to mention here that reasonable amount of time has passed since this incident, I have moved on and I would like to think that the others who were witness to my most embarrassing moment have also moved on

Retrospectively thinking it makes me wonder if the situation could have been handled in some other way or should I say a better way.  I continue to write despite the yawns which are doubling up as a speed breaker.  This hindrance is limited to only my typing which is picking up tempo but there is synergy in my thoughts as they continue to come without respite.  Before I continue any further I would like to first narrate the incident and only then in all probability my intelligent readers will also understand my plight.

I had just returned from a middle east gulf country after a lapse of almost 45 days.  I am generally not used to staying away from family and friends for too long.  So as soon as I returned I was on a mission to connect with friends trying to catch up on the lost time. 

This zeal to catch up with friends crystallised into an invitation to few of my close friends at an upscale local restaurant on the first weekend after my return.  Despite being highly qualified professionals and leaders in their respective fields, we enjoy a bond which is so informal and close.  We do not take offence even if we call each other by nick names and back slap each other irrespective of the age difference.

All of us being professionals have certain responsibilities to discharge. The meeting after lapse of such a long time could only happen over the weekend, intermittently though I briefly spoke to each one of them a couple of times.
The weekend finally arrived, I waited all day for evening to set-in and welcomed it with a sense of  excitement that was so genuine and child like.  I left office a wee bit early for the get together.   I reached the venue a good half an before the scheduled time but not before going home for quick shower and change of clothes to  casuals.  Even though I was a bit early I had zipped through the wet pot hole infested lanes of this town called Panvel; which is threatening to explode into a metropolis in the decade to come.
All my friends arrived but  not all of them on time as  they take the liberty of not being punctual at-least for this meeting and rightly so.  As the guys arrived one by one the evening started off by catching up with each other, discussing professional matters, attitude of people, work culture in other countries and ultimately  ended up in men’s talk with a guys pulling each other’s leg, backslapping and sharing some adult harmless jokes which we all knew could be shared only amongst close friends like us.

I  don’t clearly remember the menu or what we had for dinner that night.  It was clearly an overwhelming and humbling experience. I realised that human beings are so vulnerable we all have needs like …. need to share with friends, need  to be wanted and loved by family.  That’s what I was getting and experiencing at that moment.
The beautiful ambience of the restaurant also was no match to the rains that was drenching the evening giving the olfactory cells a reason to be relieved as every thing smelled so fresh.  The reluctant evening was also to end and that was being decided by the clock which was indicating that it was well past midnight and the weary waiters were hovering around our table which made it obvious with courtesy that it was time to pay and leave.

Todays get together was initiated by me and as soon as the bill was presented, I voluntarily took the bill to pay.  I reached out for my usual front right pocket of my trouser to get the cash out and realised it was not there not making much out of it  My hand automatically went for the wallet in the back pocket which was also was  not in place. I realised my folly….. I became desperate, I felt a number of emotions in a spur of a moment which cannot be explained. 

Even in the air-conditioned restaurant I broke into cold sweat.  It  was the most embarrassing moment.  Even in that moment of despair it dawned on me that before coming to the restaurant in my enthusiasm to meet my friends I had hurriedly taken a shower and changed my clothes.  I did not do the most important  thing required that night i.e transfer the contents of pants to the jeans I was wearing which had brought me to a situation where I wanted to run away and hide myself where no one could see me. 

Sensing the blunder committed by me and without saying a word I felt a friendly pat on my shoulder and I did not realise but I was relieved from the responsibility of paying the bill. I was too embarrassed to see who made the payment and make eye contact with any of them…… at the least offer an explanation to my friends who realised my mistake. 

We all went back home after exchanging pleasantries.  The evening had turned out to be better than I expected but I went back home with a burden which cannot be explained.  I know my friends would have not made much of it…..and would not misunderstand me.  But definitely it was the most embarrassing moment for me, which I think could have been avoided if I was forth right in admitting the mistake I had committed.  But the moment is gone and experienced ….. I do not want another embarrassing moment to set it right. Open-mouthed smile

Thank you guys for being there……. love you all <3 <3 !!

By Blogger :  Jags

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Fw: Jagdish Kolur's Blogspot

From: Dr Pritam Rajput

ReplyTo: Dr Pritam Rajput
Subject: Re: Jagdish Kolur's Blogspot
Sent: Nov 22, 2011 8:52 AM

Dear jagdish, 

Nice write up!!! 

Talking in medical terms, this could b what we call ' visual and auditory hallucinations' . Especially when a person is too tired and he tries to sleep, he might experience such kind of hallucinations. All said and done, this experience of urs sounds a bit scary and could b real. But I usually don't believe in these supernatural things as according to me ' u have to see it to believe it' Anyways dude, u will definately treasure this experience of urs all throughtout ur life. Once again I must congratulate u for narating ur story so nicely Keep it up !!!


Dr pritam rajput 

Sent on my BlackBerry® from Vodafone 

Sunday, November 20, 2011

On A Humid Night!!

The topic  I have taken up for writing today is based more on my experience rather than my belief.   I have never written on this kind of topic before because it may be construed to be an attempt at telling  some kind of  horror story or some thing that could create confusion in the mind of my readers.  However the write-up this Saturday night is based on  a true life experience . The understanding of this may not be in the ambit of the normal human mind or intelligence .

As we all know the human mind has its own limitations.  It is because of  the fact that it assumes that whatever is known and proven is only the truth.  In-fact there are thousands of avenues where the human mind has still to make in-roads but unfortunately the acceptance of this fact isn't one of the virtues possessed by us.   We perceive that   whatever is beyond our limited understanding is either super-natural, paranormal or in-fact may not be true if we fail to witness it. 

This kind of thinking or mind-set is there in all of us by default.  The resultant of such thinking is that it in-stills in us a  sense of fear.  However my view point is quiet clear. I think  whenever we come across such a situation we should first accept and believe in whatever  we have experienced, having done that we should also acknowledge the limitations of the human mind.  It is something which can be best explained by the fact that if we were  to talk of electricity or its utility some 200 years ago we would have ended up being a laughing stock. 

But now we cannot imagine life without electricity and it is there for all of us to see.  Now without giving further justification to what ever I am going to type with help of this wonderful software “courtesy Bill Gates and associates popularly known as MS word” (unforeseen and beyond human comprehension half a century ago)  I will start narrating whatever I experienced though I am a little apprehensive about its acceptance because its difficult   to believe it myself!

May 2005,  Panvel: 
I vividly remember the summer of 2005, it is the same year we experienced some of the worst floods all over Maharashtra.  It seems a long time ago but the memories of my experience is still fresh in mind……..

It was particularly a very humid day and all through I had been forced to be up on my feet to personally supervise a plant shutdown job which was on critical path  on the PERT/CPM charts.  This had forced all management eyes of this fertilizer giant to focus on this job on hand as it could affect the plant start-up schedule.  In my myopic mind-set it was all about completing the job ahead of schedule so that I could save on the resources which were being used on round the clock basis and eating away into the profit that was to be generated at the end of the job.  

It was one of those days in the Month of May where the humidity just shoots up indicating that monsoon is just round the corner.  I had been perspiring all through the day and was on the verge of dehydration.  I decided that I needed a well deserved rest in the solitude of my room that evening….. on reaching home, I  also had an early dinner but my plans of having rest in my room were disrupted because of electricity playing truant by virtue of load shedding.  I also realised that I was paradoxically living  in the rural parts of the fast developing Raigad district. The invertor worked efficiently for some time however it could not stand up to the expectation of the electricity board authorities who were still trying to put things in order.  Frustrated that I was sweating again  I decided that sleeping on the terrace of my house in the open was a better option.

I went on the terrace with my bedding, blanket and pillow.  I could hear my mom’s shrill but fading voice  in the background as I took the flight of stairs to the terrace…… she was shouting from the living room on the ground floor below…………..saying some thing like….. “its no moon day don’t go up and sleep”.  I have always held that my mom is too superstitious so I just shouted back to console her that I was just going up to get some fresh air and would be back in some time.

Relieved that I had just got over the last hurdle I chose the place where I would lie down for the first time on the terrace of my house.  The greenery which was visible during the day time looked grey against the backdrop of the dark sky.  The air was filled with the aroma of the light sea breeze which was laden with humidity and was coming in from the south west direction….The tree cover on the north end of the terrace looked eerie because of the various shapes of the silhouettes caused by the outline of trees. They kind of looked scary.

It was close to my sleeping time now; I just peeped through the open door of the terrace and I could not see any illumination in the rooms below so I decided that the decision to sleep on the terrace was final.  I knew I had a battle on hand against a swarm of mosquitos who were more than eager to feast on me by syphoning off my blood.  But this battle was better than the one against humidity.  Weighing the various pros and cons I finally spread the mattress at a suitable location and laid down to sleep against all odds. 

I was drifting in and out of my sleep when I was woken up by a rude nudge and before I could comprehend I was hearing whispers in a hissing tone in the local language.  He was telling me in between intermittent coughs to go away “go down and sleep” I heard his voice clearly after a distinct nudge again this time. I noted that his breath was stinking of tobacco smoked through a chilim (a rural smoking pipe stuffed with dry tobacco leaves).  I was wide awake now trying to find out who this intruder was, I could not see anyone I tried to come out of the blanket but felt that some one was sitting over it….. I could see only a transparent form just like a bubble looks but in the shape of a human form….. I could not imagine what I just experiencing.  I was a little scared and before i could ask the transparent form…. I again felt an old trembling hand caressing my hair with affection and asking me to go down and sleep.  I kept mumbling to myself “who are you”  he told me you know me very well but again told me in a firmer voice” go down” don’t you ever come up to sleep.

I was forced to think it was a dream but I was wide awake, even in the hot humid climate I could feel a chill run down my spine.  I simply came down to sleep as per the instruction of the opaque old man who had sent me down so affectionately.  I really did not feel scared but I still keep thinking whether all this really happened?
I have neither accepted nor have I thought of the various limitations of the human  mind…… because I guess…… I am too human to….. understand.

By Blogger:  Jagdish S Kolur  

Sunday, November 13, 2011

A Smile So Beautiful……!!!


The reason for writing this blog is as important as much as it is necessary for me to write tonight because I am a compulsive writer. Saturdays are the nights, I write because it is that day of the week I wait for, the reason being on Saturdays, I have the luxury of indulging myself in writing even at the cost of sitting back a bit late, obviously the next day being a Sunday I can write late into the night and also have the luxury of grabbing an extra wink the next morning.

But tomorrow is going to be different because I will be leaving early morning to the now very “familiar” site the “Madbhone village which is located on a small picturesque hillock……….before I get into the skin of the writer. I must tell you why I am deliberately using the word “familiar” in this context……. does it give my readers an  essence of my being there all too often??……yes it has been that way for the past couple of weeks….in-fact I have been there for  about  three times and that too at break of dawn.   I have been working for so many years in a committed way and with enthusiasm which has not diminished over the years.  In the same way I have noticed the senior Rotarians with whom I have been fortunate enough to work also do the same with zeal and enthusiasm but the reasons are different. 

I have been working for myself and achieving my own goals but these people are working selflessly for the unfortunate villagers by adopting the Madbhone village for providing basic amenities under the structured programs of Rotary International.  I wonder what keeps these guys ticking?

Initially  the thought process was it could be the motivation to get acknowledged but what struck me on one of my visits to the village which is located in the lap of the beautiful Sahyadri ranges changed my thought process. The theme in which the village is located is in transition mode changing from the green to golden brown as nature is playing its part with no holds on its schedule………. always on time every time!

The drive on the dusty hilly road which was challenging the suspensions of the new SUV not withstanding; the village  had to be reached but the majestic sight of the Karnala fort in the backdrop nevertheless compensated for all  the efforts one had to put to reach this beautiful village.

We come across a bunch of villagers who looked like they had come from a different era altogether by virtue of the  clothes they wore and the unseen fact being the kind of life they led.  Senior Rotarian Gadre asked me to stop the SUV which I did reluctantly.  I had doubled up as a driver in absence of our other Rotarian’s driver and the temptation to drive on the hilly terrain also notwithstanding .  I would rather have not stopped till I had reached the pump installation site.  But I could not ignore Rtn Gadre’s instructions and I stopped the SUV right in the middle of the narrow road.

Rtn Gadre opened the window of the SUV and let the fresh morning air into the confines of the air-conditioned vehicle.  The leader of the group appeared in front of the window, it was like watching a  person on a high definition screen. His face reflected the kind of life he had weathered.  The wrinkles on his face looked as if they were sculpted deep and sharp.  He looked like statue from the age old era.  Rtn Gadre asked this statue like face in the local language whether he was aware about the medical camp our Rotary Club Of Panvel had organised.  The statue like face nodded in affirmation without changing his expression. 

The next question which Rtn Gadre asked was if the pumps installed were working fine.  On hearing this the statue like face broke into a most wonderful smile I have ever seen.  The happiness was because of gratitude that their women folk were spared the effort of drawing water from the well and was quite evident in his smile.  But this smile of his was contagious because all of us in the SUV were smiling and convinced that we had got our reward in the smile that was so beautiful,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, I had ever seen Smile

Written by: Jagdish S Kolur

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

The Beautiful Night!!!

When we talk of night time…… like we do in a phrase,  we generally do it in a very negative  manner, since time immemorial night time has always been considered as a time of the evil spirits.  Why is that we consider night time as sinister, evil and represent it in a negative way.
I am forced to think on this aspect as I overhear someone talking animatedly on the phone trying to drive home a point.  I don't know what the topic of discussions could have been?  But one sentence I hear catches my attention………..  My thoughts are now being analysed after I hear a phrase in the local language that…. "my life is like a long dark never ending night" and the phrase concluded with some rhyming words.  I am forced to think that why are nights perceived in a negative manner.

As far as I am concerned there is nothing more beautiful than the silence of the night. Have we ever experienced it?  Everything is so calm and peaceful.  It is the time of hope because you know dawn is just round the corner.  Nights are the time when we slip away into a world which is devoid of insecurity, worries and all other negative emotions.   When we slip into the beautiful world of sleep we are actually disconnected with this world….. it is nature’s way of giving us an break from the routine mundane tasks, worries and the daily grind.  It is the time when we can actually slip away into the beautiful world of dreams. 

In this beautiful world though everything is complimentary it does not mean that the perspective has to be only in terms of “good and the bad”.  When I use the word complimentary, I mean that there can be other ways of seeing things  as well like “active and passive” or tense and relaxed. I am using the above complimentary terms in the context of day and night which are appropriate. Everything cannot be either good or bad. But such is the human tendency that we look at things for a short term gain and for personal benefits. We fail to see the larger picture…. we fail to see that nature has its own way of functioning. We are just another brick in the wall which has been constructed by nature. The other bricks represent the other modules of the eco-system which mother nature has to take care of.

Now coming back to the complimentary terms, the former part  “active or tense” refers to day and the latter part i.e “passive or relaxed” refers to the night. Now I will ask my readers what term would they actually choose? It could be anything because both the former and latter aspects both are necessary so that life should go on and there is positive development.

Now if you put the same question to me “day or night”.  Being a human I also perceive things to be either good or bad.  In this context my choice would be night….. because though day time is good …… night is better!!!……it is the time when every thing is so calm, quiet and beautiful…….I can write without any hindrance. 

So when any one uses the figure speech "simile" and compares themselves with the long never ending night….. in my view they are calm and beautiful like the wonderful night itself!!!

By Jagdish S Kolur

Sunday, October 23, 2011

The teacher we all call “my Sheila Sen Ma’am”!!!

Sheila in europe_2
The adjoining…… picture of my teacher”; wow what a rhyme!!  Such is the persona of “my Sheila Sen ma'am” that even today  the heart goes ga … ga ,  words start rhyming on their own.

Please do not construe that the picture which is depicted in black and white is a pick from an age old collection. Age it seems is only an number on the calender for my Sheila Sen ma’am who looks like a million dollars even today.  I have deliberately not cropped the date on the photograph which  stands to prove that it has been clicked on 27th May 2010.
I start typing this write-up  after a lot of hesitation.  Its obvious that  when you write something about a person who is so sea sheila senmeticulous, so beautiful, so ahead of her time; such a   wonderful teacher and a person;  you have to hesitate to think what you write, I mean not only has the write up to be good enough but also the presentation and the aesthetic look of this blog better be good!! because I am writing this blog with none other than my Sheila Sen ma’am in mind. 

The name of the topic also has not crystallized.  I dwell long enough but sense that I am loosing time.   I  decide scratching my head is futile and following my heart is a better option instead.

I have been forced to take shelter on the mid-landing of the  staircase connecting my bedroom to the terrace.  I have been driven out from my mother’s bedroom as every one prefers to see Salman Khan in all glory enjoying the attention of the participants in a late night reality show on the idiot box.  Even from where I am I can hear the intermittent commercials  taking advantage of the TRP of the show and there seems to be more time slots allotted to the commercials than the actual program.

As I try to settle down, my thoughts are brought back to the real star I am writing about; “my Sheila Sen ma’am”.  I have used the word “star” as an adjective in the previous sentence because this word not only describes how a person looks but also show cases the quality of the person as a human being!!!

The first time I saw her was when I graduated from primary section to secondary section.  I had never seen her before because the primary section was where the actual school building now stands and the secondary section was a little away very close to the Sion hospital, in effect they were at two separate locations.  So as soon as we came to the fifth standard it was like a totally new place with new faces every where including new set of teachers.  But I never failed to notice Sheila Sen ma’am even though she did not teach me till the standard seventh. 
I always noticed that she seldom came to school without her sunglasses and looked so classy.   I always made it a point to wish her and let her pass me by because she also smelt  very good, I always wondered which perfume she wore?  Thinking back in time I can easily refer to  her as “my dream flower teacher; in the same vein as the punch line for Ponds talcum powder goes”! ………. “My dream flower girl”.

I would like to admit here though at that age I looked up-to her because she was so beautiful.  I had a crush on her but in a different way.  I hope I am able to explain this sentiment, it was much like what you feel about your favourite film-star!!  

However as I reached the seventh class she started teaching us though for some few subjects because she was more involved in teaching higher classes.  As my interaction with her increased there was a transition in my feelings towards her, though the feeling of admiration remained intact but my respect for her grew as my interaction with her increased. 
Sheila in europe

As I progressed to senior classes i.e is the ninth and then the tenth standard.  I realised that her way of dealing with students was very different, she treated all these teenagers as friends.  I now realise she addressed the confused minds of all these teenaged friends in a very matured manner.  Even I being a prankster and rogue was handled very effectively by her.  I never troubled her because I admired her too much to be in her bad books;  I think this should answer the query put to me by my Sheila Sen ma’am herself on my blog under the writeup by the name “Growing up”.

Though I have been in touch with her  for the past year through face book but it was a different experience meeting her in person along-with the other teachers at the condolence meeting of our beloved Singh teacher.  Though it was not an occasion to be happy about but it kind of reduced the burden of losing a beloved teacher who was so close to my heart.  The affectionate look in the eyes of Sheila Sen teacher  betrayed the emotions they were overcome with!!  She was clearly touched by my insignificant gesture of being there for the condolence meeting in response to her post on facebook. 

The condolence meeting concluded quietly as they usually do.  I also started my young teacherslow walk towards the exit of the gurudwara after acknowledging the bereaved family and friends; my eyes were in search of my Sheila Sen ma’am.  I found her seated in the front seat of car which was driven by my senior school mate Advocate Ashok Sahani.  As soon as those beautiful eyes saw me I realised they wanted to tell me volumes about how nice she had felt that we were there.  I extended my hand for a formal handshake……… but she held my hand in both of her beautiful hands so affectionately like a mother holds her long lost son.   I was also filled with a beautiful feeling of gratitude which brought my eyes to the brink of tears.  I realised a person who can bring such beautiful emotion like gratitude in us is only next to god.

After i posted a blog in dedication of our Singh teacher, a casual comment  in response to my write up; by our own Sheila Sen teacher in the course of my chat with her put things in right perspective.  She told me very candidly “Dont wait for me to die to tell me how you feel about me”.  This statement of hers brought home a very relevant point that, it is important to let people know how we feel about them while they are still around.  I also realised that teachers are teachers and they will teach you knowingly or unknowingly!!

On a parting note I would like to tell you ma’am, “we all love you for what you are!   the way you have taught us academically and for making us the person we are” !!!  And one more thing ma’am “ May you have a long long healthy life”.

With lots of love…….

Jagdish S Kolur

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Mrs Balbir Singh……………… My beloved teacher!!!!

13th October 2011, 1.00 AM, Mumbai.

I log-in on facebook after completing a write-up which I had kept in abeyance for lack of inspiration.  However I am satisfied with the way the write-up has shaped up.  With this mind set I log-in on FB; a post shared by my  Sheila Sen teacher whom I admire for being so techno savvy and a regular on facebook catches my attention. 

I start reading the post till I reach the concluding lines; the feeling of satisfaction changes to a sense of loss.  It sinks into me that our beloved Singh teacher (that’s the way we always referred to her) is no more after reading the post for a second time.

Though our Singh teacher was one with very few words; my association with her was special. I would like to credit her for bringing me back on track when I was losing my way as a student at a very tender age.  I decide the only way to express my gratitude to my “Singh teacher” is by dedicating a blog to her. 

Atleast in this is way; I can give a hollow consolation to myself that I have acknowledged her. “Hollow consolation” because I could have been there to see her……. but we all take life for granted and so did I!!  I read an update on facebook a few days ago that Singh teacher was not keeping well… but I took it for granted that it was not serious and she would definitely be ok!……..feeling guilty, I ignore the sleep which is trying to take over me….. I don't realise I have furiously started tapping on the keyboard of my laptop commencing my dedication to my “Singh Teacher”!!

I silently observed her for a better part of my schooling days with a sense of awe ; though I admit that most of the teachers were always at the taking end of my pranks but never Singh teacher.  Thinking and retrospectively reflecting back in time I realise that it was only because of her dignified and matured way of handling rogues like us that we were never able to get the better of her.  She never acknowledged our behaviour and seldom raised her voice in frustration denying us the pleasure of irritating her.  In due course of time we resigned to the fact that it was a waste of our effort trying to trouble her.  She followed the principle of “kill by ignorance”.

I clearly remember my first interaction with her  was when I was in the sixth class.  I still remember her she looked so majestic; the most striking and beautiful aspect of her personality was her ever so long, delicate and beautiful nose.  She always looked so fresh as morning dew in her crisply ironed sarees which were invariably in lighter shades of whites and blues.  She was not very tall but her imposing presence was felt by everyone.  She was an epitome of sophistication and class.  Her immaculate command over the language English not withstanding; fully justified the subject she taught.

Though I was very mischievous; unlike other teachers she had  never given up on me.  She always treated me on par with the other studious guys and ignored that I had not done my home work or I was not paying attention in the class. She would quietly remind me of the consequences of not being sincere…..the exam results ultimately showed ………. I had fared very badly in the half yearly terminal exams.  The results came as a rude shock to my parents who rushed to meet Singh teacher to take stock of the situation.  Singh teacher preferred to conduct the meeting without me and that was the only time I had been sent  out of the class room unlike other teachers who always wanted me out because I was a disrupting force.   I do not know till date what transpired in the meeting but my parents were unusually quiet especially my mom; who in other circumstances would not have spared the rod.

The next day after school I was off to Singh teacher’s house with my mother….. She had told my dad and mom to send me to her house for studying whenever possible after school hours. She even assured them that I had it in me to do well.  Thus started my brief but very happy association with Singh teacher. As and when possible I reluctantly started going to Singh teacher’s house.  This continued for the remaining part of the academic year. Something that started as a reluctant chore changed very soon and I started enjoyed the attention she bestowed upon me.  It was special to hear the encouraging words even when she admonished me for being careless…. for having a bad hand writing and not putting any effort to improve it. 

Gradually I got acquainted with her family.  Mr Singh was occasionally there but I was too scared to speak to him……!! Initially I was surprised to know that Singh teacher had four daughters  Preeti-Didi, Geeta-Didi, Simran (Simu Didi) and the youngest daughter Nikku was too small.  I have referred to her by her nick name “ Nikku” because  I still dont know her first name.  I had  always thought that Singh Teacher could be nothing more than a teacher but close interaction with her showed me that she had an very affectionate side as well.

I want to make a special mention here of  Simu Didi; who was a Tomboy in the real sense!  She could put boys to shame with her cricketing skills.  We all waited for the study time to get over so that we could play cricket in the colony compound.  It was a wonderful period for me and I had never enjoyed studying more than this.

Like all good things have to come to an end the academic year also came to an end with me passing with respectable grades; though I continued to visit Singh teacher’s house on the pretext of playing cricket with Simu didi and gang which of-course was an inspiration but more than that I think I wanted to meet Singh teacher everyday because I knew she genuinely cared for her students.

As I conclude this write up on one of my favourite teachers I would like to thank and acknowledge her for everything I am today. Even these blogs I write are by virtue of what I have acquired from Singh teacher;  I am sure if she were to read this she would have found ‘n’ number of mistakes.   One very special aspect which I would like to throw light on is that she believed that I was good enough when most of the people had written me off.  I have not met my teacher since the time I left school some three decades ago but I know she would have been glad to know that I am an engineer today with post graduation in business administration more than that she would have been more happy that both my English and handwriting have improved.

I think though its a wee bit late to thank and acknowledge her; I must do it as I hear the birds chirping indicating its early morning, I read a text message sent by my classmate which is so appropriate in the context and  is quoted below.

“We all meet so many people in the course of our life but wherever we go we take a little bit of every one in us"!! 

This message is so relevant in the context and I realise it is Singh teacher’s way of consoling me even today that she is a part of me though I would like to contradict the above quote and say that she is a part of me in a big way!!

Written by:  Jagdish S Kolur

Sunday, October 9, 2011


This is a topic which is on my mind for a very long time but other topics have taken precedence over this issue.  I am always a little uncomfortable with the use of the word “issue” because it indicates that there is a problem on hand.  However in the context the use of this word is very appropriate and it will be very clear by the time i conclude this write-up. 

I have been struggling with my thoughts since last night but with so many thoughts on a topic coming in from all directions, I am really unable to consolidate them.  I take refuge in the cyber world i.e on facebook trying to hide away from all those thoughts coming in big numbers from all directions.  As I lose myself in the world of facebook I cannot ignore a very philosophical digital status on “my wall” written by class-mate Kavita who is in the U.S and has just uploaded a message from her smartphone. 
She lives in a place or you can call it in a time zone where she would still be enjoying day light;  whereas I am reading this message in real time some thousands of Kilometres away where the whole neighbourhood is asleep including my German shepherd while I am burning the night lamp away (not literally but I mean to say I am still awake late into the night)!!! 
In other circumstances I would have quickly checked the updates posted by my friends on facebook and in turn posted some comments on the pictures without much thought I would have also clicked on the thumbs up icon indicating that I liked the pictures. When other tasks on hand  became more pressing; without thinking twice i would have signed off not even having the courtesy to wish good bye to my friends who are online and chatting with me. 
I now ask my readers who are old enough to go back in time by say two decades and try to think of the terms mentioned above in italics and florescent green fonts.  What would these words have meant to you…… facebook…… writing on my wall….uploaded…… smartphone??  I bet all these terms would have not struck chord in your head, you would  have been left clueless……   but now these terms have become a part of our  daily lingo.   
The world has become a very small place to live in, everything gets done in real time with a click of the mouse.  Anything we think of!! we want  it instantly be it transfer of money, or sending a message across continents we can do it instantly.  People even expect that the food which we cook  should be instant but I am glad instead of calling it instant we call it fast food.  The communication  we have is also instant.  More than half the world owns a mobile and a you can catch a person any where !!! even if he is answering the call of nature.   When every thing is so instant then what  is the effect of this instant world on the psyche of this generation!!! 
It is really appreciable how man has stretched his imagination to such an extent that every thing can be done at the snap of a finger. As I  try to find out the effect of this development I realise that nature has its own way of working, it has a way of balancing out; for every good there is also a counter down side; it is like say two sides of a coin.  It is because of this we perceive that most of the things are available instantly, our tendency is to start taking things for granted. 
We want everything instantly including  success, money, love etc etc!!  ….   and for achieving all this instantly we tend to take the path of the least resistance, or the shortest possible route to success.  We must remember that when we use technology to do things instantly it has been tested , approved and ratified by law.  The same does not apply to some aspects where humans are concerned i.e you cannot get money, fame & success instantly. In the normal course of life we all have to do things needed to achieve the above; here I mean we have to put efforts sincerily, work hard ……… all the while keeping in mind that  we are being fair to others and also taking care that it is in the frame work of law. 
This kind of approach was followed by our parents and their forefathers. But now every thing is expected instantly no matter how it is  achieved.  The shortest possible path is chosen and no consideration is given to what is morally or ethically right.  It is a matter of only achieving success through any means the only consideration though would be that it has to be instant!! 
We ignore core values to achieve things instantly, we cannot compare ourselves with machines. We must remember we are only human……. human beings with emotions and there are other things in life which can give us immense satisfaction like doing things for others, most importantly understanding our self and asking our self this million dollar question, what is it that really gives us happiness? These are things we do not dwell upon because we cannot achieve them instantly. 
We fail to understand that we are humans and part of this wonderful system we call nature.  Having said this I would like to go a step further and draw your attention to the fact that being a part of this system we are bound to be dependent on nature for our day to day needs including the food that we consume, the air that we breathe, the water that we drink.  All these are basic needs of life. 
Everything in nature has a definite cycle, time and nothing is instant.  The flowers bloom at the right time every season in the same way as do the fruits; even in case of  humans for a child to be conceived and born it takes nine months,  All this show that in this world or in this natural system nothing is instant every thing has a time and place.  We must respect this fact keeping in mind the difference in human beings and technology. 
Before i conclude this write-up I am amazed at the irony of the situation i.e man has been responsible for the development of this advanced technology but it is only because of this very technology that an issue has also been created (which I have mentioned in the beginning of this write-up) and man has started resorting to shortcuts there by compromising on his values, morals and ethics and all this to achieve materialistic things instantly!!   Can we really call it development …….. ??????
Written by blogger : Jagdish

Sunday, October 2, 2011

My Mom Always The Best !!!!

You may wonder!  Why is this, a forty something guy so obsessed with his mother...... she always been a mom for me and  till today I've  never referred to her as mother.

The word “mother” gives  a name to a biological  relation but the words like “maa, mom, mummy etc.”  …. all  these words signify that there is something more  to the relationship than just being  biological.  A relationship  which is above everything else in this world!!

I have been lucky enough to experience a transition in this wonderful relationship  with the passage of time.  We have been two very different  individuals with different perspectives.   Even though I have never lived without her except for some brief periods when I was in engineering college but not long enough to consider it as living away from her.  This close proximity with my mother has not diluted the bonding which is so deep yet so different and as I try to define it……..I am a kind of confused.  There are so many issues wherein our opinions are polls apart.  This sometimes results in healthy argument on many issues. 

But as I am trying to analyse this relation with my mom I realise that the principals of constant change in life also holds good for this mother son relation.  Initially she took care of me in my childhood and ensured that she imbibed some good values in me.  This kind of upbringing now makes me realise that  it is more important  to be humane than be rich……and that all the education, degrees and professional achievements are of no use if we don’t have value for human beings. 

From her perspective she would be thinking that she has seen me grow from a baby to a young boy to an adolescent confused teen ager to a young man and now to a matured man.  She sees in me  a child whom she has nurtured into an adult who is also dealing with life in his own way……

But from my perspective I realise that till this day she thinks that I am still naive in some way or the other.  I have come to this conclusion  based on the advice she gives on some issues from time to time.  More often than not I am convinced that taking her advice is a wise decision; nevertheless it is a fact of life that nothing is constant…….. I was the one who was born and taken care of by my mother and now it is me who is taking care of my mother though only physically because she has slowed down after an accident. 

This relation is not limited to only taking care of each other…….. the transition has been so beautiful and delicate that I did not notice it………not very long ago she treated me like a child (which she even does today) who had to be taught about every small thing  in life and now it has turned out that she is more of a friend to me than a mother!!!

I know she is the one I can open up to….. I can express my insecurities to her and get an assurance from her that everything is going to be alright….. and believe me it works …. I don’t know how?  I realise that being a man in the driving seat in my family and at business I am the one others look up to in any kind of situation….. but unknown to everyone I look up to my mother…… only for those soothing words of assurance and I know I can handle it!!

I have seen many people who complain that they cannot get along with their old parents and some old people cannot get along with their children …… the reasons may seem repetitive even if we consider a number of cases connected with different people.

It is only a matter of 2 A’s.  The first ‘A ‘ stands for “acceptance”.  Acceptance of  parents as they are……accept them with all their insecurities which are bound to creep in with old age and are the cause for their awkward behaviour.  Some times this becomes the cause for deteriorating relations. The second ‘A’ stands for "admit"….. admit that you love your parents because they are your parents and  give them an occasional hug and see those old eyes light up with love for you….. all the insecurities, expectations and complains will melt away in the warmth of their love for you.

Friends let us not forget that they are the people who have brought us into this world and what are we doing?? Judging these people!!! The very people because of whom …… we are what we are!!!  No matter how much progress we make we cannot outgrow our parents and that is the eternal truth.

As I conclude this write up  sitting in the assured confines of my parents bedroom this early Sunday morning….. I cannot call this morning beautiful because it still too early for sunrise and it is still dark for me to assess.  But it dawns upon me in contrast; I realise how lucky I am as  my mother admonishes me and asks me to sleep ……not because she is disturbed but because she wants me to grab an extra wink on a Sunday morning… But I silently tell my mom in my heart of hearts that “Mom let me be” …. because I have just woken up….. woken up to this wonderful realisation that “Mom I love you” because you are always the best”. 

Written by blogger:  Jagdish S Kolur