A Family Teatime Tradition

A little behind-the-scene look (I am really beginning to like this sort of thing):
This is one of those writings that I wasn't not really planning on doing, but somehow it happened. When I first came to know of an ongoing prompt at Write Tribe about using 6 body part idioms, I was quite sure that this was not my cup of tea. I couldn't see myself using an idiom-filled expression, that is just not me I thought. But somehow a few days later came this little idea from somewhere which somehow didn't mind expressing itself through an idiom-filled language. And there you have it…

I feel like I am back in my English class in middle school, but it is fun being back there. I enjoyed my English classes :)

The two often didn't see eye to eye on many things.

Most of the mornings during their teatime on the veranda…

…she would tell her that real world of business was not what was taught in the management schools. One has to learn by experience how the game is played, learn the rules of the game, and then also learn how and when to break the rules. This, she would say, was the only way to keep moving up.

…she would tell her about those hard times when she got a real kick in the teeth, and that too from colleagues she thought were on her side.

...she would tell her about an important lesson she had learned in her 20+ years in the world of big business - one must always walk with an ear glued to the ground so as not to be caught unaware.

…she would tell her that sometimes the best thing to do in some pesky situations at workplace was simply to do nothing or drag one’s feet at the most.

…she would tell her to protect her self-interest at all cost and not get involved in things like personality clashes and inter-personal conflicts, because while the clever ones get away unharmed it is generally the more idealistic ones who end up with egg on their face in such situations.

She knew her words often went unheard. Deep in her heart she didn't mind being ignored. But still she had to speak of those things...


And today her daughter was forced to resign from her job after just a few months, because she wouldn't let go of her idealism. “Like father, like daughter,” she mumbled as she kept her phone down and got ready for her next meeting. As a senior vice president in the same company, she couldn't let a silly thing like idealism come in the way of her upcoming promotion. Even if it was her daughter’s idealism.

That night when she reached home after 11 and saw her 23-year-old daughter sleeping soundly as if nothing is wrong with the world, she had a gut feeling that all would be well with her child. She closed gently the half-open book 'Management by Consciousness' resting on her daughter's quilt, kept it on the bedside table and switched off the light. And she smiled at her dead husband’s picture in her room, mumbled “like father, like daughter” and picked up her laptop for a video-call to the US.

She and he too could not see eye to eye on many things, her mind wandered to those morning teatime conversations with her husband as she waited for others to join the call.

“The pragmatic intellect is only sure of a thing when it finds it realised in Power; therefore it has a certain contempt for the ideal, for the vision, because it drives always at execution and material realisation. But Power is not the only term of the Godhead; Knowledge is the elder sister of Power…” 

~ Sri Aurobindo, CWSA, Volume 13, p. 112

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Linking this post to Write Tribe Wednesday Prompt: Eye to Eye 

That Fragrant Beauty

Smiling through the frame is an endearing and charming beauty, just like those fresh fragrant lilacs which always spread delight and joy.

Smiling through the frame are clear and twinkling eyes, just like those tiny semi-open blossoms that will soon open and reveal their full glory to the world.

Smiling through the frame is a loving and delicate face, just like that unadorned, freshly painted surface against which everything and anything looks more beautiful.

Smiling through the frame is an experienced and wise personality, just like the fragrance of the lilacs that fills up the whole space around it and yet remains invisible.

Smiling through the frame is she; gone today six months ago, but very much visible because her fragrance fills me up the mom-ent I think of her.

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Lilacs are given the spiritual significance "Distinction: Of a refined beauty, sufficient to itself." 

Image credits: 1, 2 (The Dark Hedges, Ireland). 

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda, written for Mother's Day special prompt, a five-sentence piece with the word Mom in the text). 

In a Quandary about Blogging Awards: A Personal Take

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This is a post that was not easy for me to write. For various reasons. For the last several days I have been really thinking hard on whether to write this post or to simply let it be. Yes, I have been in something of a quandary. Let me explain.

I begin with the picture above.

Today, this picture speaks to me of much that has been bestowed upon me in the last several days/weeks in my a-little-more-than-a-year-old blogging life. So many good wishes, so much goodwill, so much appreciation and yes, several nominations for blogging awards. All that has lit up and made my blogging experience joyful, much like this beautiful chandelier in its very natural, organic and earthy beauty.

Today, this picture also speaks to me of a very specific feeling. Feeling of hanging in the air. That's where the quandary business comes in. You see, I am deeply, deeply thankful to all the bloggers who have nominated me for the awards (I will list them at the end of post), and truly acknowledge the honour they have given me through these nominations. And yet at the same time, if I want to stay true to the purpose, my purpose for which I started this blog I must humbly decline the awards. Hence the quandary, and hence the difficulty in writing this post. And hence the feeling of sort of hanging in the air.

This may need a bit more explanation.

This blog, for me, is a work that I do purely for the joy of writing and becoming better at it. It is inspired by my love and devotion for the Mother and Sri Aurobindo, and I constantly try that everything that I write here is in some way connected to, influenced by, or is touched by my admittedly limited understanding of their highly profound Vision for Life, Learning, Love, Beauty, Knowledge, Individual, Society, Nation, Future, World, Humanity, Divine, Everything. I don't and will never claim to know much of their infinitely wide, deep and high philosophy and wisdom. Their published works alone comprise 54 volumes, some comprising of more than thousand pages each, and each one of them filled with profound truths and thoughts. I am only a lover of their works, and especially those words that help me un-learn and then possibly re-learn a few things about some aspects of life and knowing that are important to me at this point in my journey. These are the ones that either have a connection with my personal life, my inclination, temperament, nature (as I am beginning to understand it), or have a bearing on the few specific areas that have shaped my intellectual journey in my educational and academic career. That is my entry point into the Vast Ocean of Wisdom of the Mother and Sri Aurobindo. I have merely tasted a few drops so far, but that has been enough to convince me that each drop carries an endless ocean within itself.

And this blog is merely one small way to help me make a deeper sense of the little that I am beginning to understand of all that I have been reading and reflecting upon in the last several years. As someone who has spent most of her life in the world of learning and teaching, researching and writing, I have learnt one thing about myself. That is, that when I express or communicate something to another in writing, a real or an imaginary reader/listener, I know better, I learn better, I think better. That's how this blog came to be. So that I would keep up a regular habit of writing and articulating more clearly - first to myself - what I am learning, reflecting, thinking, understanding. [And this is also the reason why I feel I need to write this post - to know better for myself why I write this blog, and why I want to continue to write this blog.]

Even though this blog is inspired by the Eternal Words of the Mother and Sri Aurobindo, I have tried my best to not make this blog into a mere compilation of their words and wisdom that have touched me. Rather my attempt has been to express my understanding of those words and wisdom as applicable to the Life and World "out there" or/and "in here." It is the constant interplay of the outer and inner lives that we live, the outer and inner worlds that we inhabit that has been my primary motif in almost all of the writing I have been sharing on this blog. For many of the posts on this blog, the connection between my inspiration, as felt by me in the words and thought and vision of Sri Aurobindo and the Mother, and what actually appears as written text here may not be fully obvious to the reader. But to me it always is. Otherwise I would not post it on the blog. That is one simple criterion I am trying to follow on this blog. And yes, this is also true of all those posts in which I share some music, film songs, or something about some movie (which reminds me, there is a post coming up in the near future about a movie, the idea is still brewing up in my mind :))

So why am I writing all this long explanation? This brings me back to the blogging awards matter.

Any post that I may need to write about the blogging awards, accepting the award, nominating other bloggers, etc will not fulfill the one simple criterion that I have stated above. It will lead me away from the deeper and truer reason for why I work on this blog. And I have a feeling that all those very kind and well-meaning blogger friends of mine who have so kindly and generously nominated me for the awards will not like to see that happen. I am quite sure I am right in feeling this way.

On two separate occasions in the past I had politely declined the blogging awards by writing individually to the bloggers who nominated me, giving a brief and simple reason. Today I felt the need to write this longer post for two reasons. First, as stated earlier it would help me know better why I should decline. And second, it helps me express on this public space my sincere thanks to those who have nominated me.

Let me once again express my heart-felt thanks to my blogger friends for appreciating my work, liking it, supporting it and commenting on it. Let me also offer my sincere apologies to those who have nominated me for the blogging awards, because I won't be able to accept them and do the needful that is part of the award acceptance procedure. I also offer my sincere apologies to anyone out there who after reading this post might have felt, in any way, some kind of hurt or offense. That is not my intention at all. I am merely writing this to express and share my point of view and a decision I have made for my blog. And that decision is simply that this is an awards-free blog, as of now.

Thank you everyone for reading this yet another long post. [Next one will be a short and sweet one, I promise :)] I need to learn from Damyanti how to write short posts. I bring up her name here because she wrote a post about the blogging awards some months ago. And if I remember correctly, that was the first post on her blog on which I commented. Perhaps because it spoke of something that had been on my mind even back then as I had already politely declined two award nominations. And going by the number of comments on that post, perhaps this issue has been on the mind of many other bloggers too. It would seem that way.

This post, as the title says, expresses strictly my personal take on this issue of blogging awards, as applicable to me and this blog that I write and why I write it. In no way does it try to be anything other than this very subjective explanation of my personal choice and the reason behind it. And I hope I have been able to do justice to my point of view.

One more thing. I am really grateful and happy that even though this blog started out with a very personal motivation, some of what appears here has been resonating well with many readers out there. Perhaps there is an over-arching universal Truth found in all wisdom traditions, spiritual philosophies and deeper thought that acts as an inner, invisible thread bringing together like-minded and like-hearted seekers of life and learning, regardless of their outer diversity. I pray and hope that such a resonance continues in future too.

Thanks once again!

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Here are the generous bloggers who have nominated me for blogging awards. Please visit their blogs and read some of the cool stuff they write about a variety of topics ranging from daily life, college memories, fairy tales, personal challenges, life struggles, social issues, movie stars, festivals of India, good deeds, book reviews to many more things under the sky including some drawing and painting.

Usha Menon: Sunshine Award
Ananya: Sunshine Award
Vishal Bheeroo: Sunshine Award
Michelle Stanley: Liebster Award
Birgit Bedesky: Liebster Award
Preethi Venugopal: Liebster Award
Usha Menon: Liebster Award
Anusha Judith: The Versatile Blogger, The Most Creative Blogger, Reader Appreciation Award, Most     Influential Blogger

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I am tagging this post under the ongoing series on my blog - Reminders to self, for the obvious reasons as explained in this lengthy post.

To see the previous post in this series, click here.
To see all posts in this series, click here.

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Linking this post with ABC Wednesday Q: Q is for Quandary

It's the Season for Thank You's

Now that I have had a chance to sit back and reveal most of the "behind the scenes" kind of mental action (here and here) regarding my motivation and interest in participating the A-Z Blogging challenge, it is time to reflect some more on the experience of writing and what came next.

Well, after all those "self-talks," once I started writing the A-Z posts all those noises of doubt and uncertainty gradually disappeared and a sort of an enthusiastic yet quiet sort of energy took over, and the posts kept coming together one after another. I managed to write down about half of the posts before April 1, though some final editing and formatting was done just the day before the posting date. But the remaining posts were composed during the month of April itself.

On the whole, it was a wonderful experience writing these posts on a topic that is very important to me. There was a rush of creativity which wasn't overwhelming or anything, just very fulfilling and gratifying in an understated sort of way. It was as if I was experiencing writing as a way to clarify my own thinking, becoming more sure of the thoughts going around in my head. And typing them out became a way to organize and refine those thoughts. Seeing those thoughts come out in the form of sentences, sentences that became paragraphs, and paragraphs that connected back to one another and formed a coherent piece of writing was a blessing of sorts. I could feel something like an inner guide helping me throughout, and leading me to the appropriate references, citations, photographs, videos, and other resources that would help me make the argument stronger and more substantive. I am grateful for this experience, immensely grateful.

And I am grateful to the moment when I first came to know of the A-Z Blogging Challenge. Thank you Damyanti, who was my first "in" into this blogging fest. It was through a post on her blog that I came to know about this worldwide festival of words. And after a few days of thinking and reflecting and self-talking I signed up. And then of course you all know what happened!

No, you don't know it all. Then somehow through some other blog, can't remember which, I came across this writing motivational blog called Write Tribe. And came to know about Corinne, who then informed me about a Facebook Group that had been put together to help support some of the bloggers taking part in this challenge. She was kind enough to enroll me into the group. And there I met some blogging enthusiasts whose support and encouragement throughout the month has been tremendous and a big motivator to keep going with the challenge.

In this group they brought up questions - technical and others - and gave answers, all of which really helped clarify many of the tips and tricks of the blogging world. They listened patiently whenever someone shared some sort of a trouble in their "blogging lives", acknowledged and offered words of consolation and/or advice if necessary. They read their fellow bloggers' works and encouraged them through appreciation, comments, gentle suggestions. I particularly found it helpful that they encouraged individual expression, even if it meant taking liberties with some of the commonly held conventions or written/un-written rules and practices prevalent in the blogging community, especially the ones that are often recommended during such large-scale challenges or marathons. All this and much more. A big thanks to Corinne, Vidya, Shilpa, Meena, Bhavya, Richa, and Shailja who kept the group working smoothly, and kept encouraging and helping the newbies.

I owe many more thanks. Let me list some of them here as my mind recalls, in no particular order: Usha ji, Eli, Sunila, Suzy, Jayanta, Birgit, Dagny, Rajlakshmi, Shesha, Sheela, Afshan, Nabanita, Shine, Guilie, Csenge, PhenoMenon, Damaria, Debbie, Kathy, Carol, Sonia, Vishal, Maniparna, Preethi, Michelle, Srilakshmi, Marie, Jyotsna, Vinodini, Sheethal, Titli, Angela, Nisha, Tulika, Loni, Ida, Gauri, Danny, PsychBabbler, Aditi, Ananya, Arpita, Sushree, Nikita, Tom, Shiva, Monica, Sherry, Carrie-Anne, Seeta, Debi, Inderpreet, Sreeja, Sugandha, Shalini, ProactiveIndian, Sitara, Anusha, Sulekha, Pam, Prapadhya, Jemima, A Wrter, and many other bloggers who either regularly, almost regularly, frequently, or often visited my blog, read and thoughtfully engaged with the material I was sharing in the rather long A-Z posts. Their comments kept encouraging me to do better, and it was gratifying to see that some of what I was writing was actually resonating well with many readers.

My apologies to all those whose names I have missed - there were many others among the worldwide A-Z challenge participants who visited and commented -  I express my heartfelt and sincere thanks to them.

A big thanks to all the 'non-blogging' regular readers of my blogs - family, extended family, friends who remain anonymous but whose constant support and encouragement keep pushing me to do my best.

I must confess that at times a part of me felt I should have taken up a "simpler" theme (whatever this word "simpler" means), a theme which might have led to shorter posts with not so much "serious" material (whatever this word "serious" means). But then, this part was quite easily silenced by the encouraging words from my readers, and most importantly by the other part of me that kept reminding me that all outer work is done for an inner purpose. Keep that inner purpose in front of you and you will be fine!

Ultimately, all my gratitude goes to That One who is always looking after me, even when and especially when I make blunders and get a big-time ego-boost with all the praises and words of appreciation. She is the One who makes me remember that I must keep my feet on the ground when my head begins to bloat. She is the One who gently reminds me why I write this blog in the first place, and that I should not be distracted from that purpose.

And if you are somewhat familiar with this blog, you know that music and things musical get their fair share in this space. So it makes perfect sense, as I see it, to end this reflection post about my most "prolific" month of writing (so far) with a song. Now I should add right away, that this is a bit mushy kind of a song, but with a good message - of course about education. What else did you expect? I spent a whole month thinking only of that :) And somehow today I am liking this song quite a bit, mushy or not.

I am quite certain, even non-Hindi knowing readers will be able to relate to the song...sometimes words are so un-necessary. Right?

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Linking this post with Blogging from A-Z Challenge Reflection post.

Priceless are the Moments....Part II

A new post in the series - When a Picture Leads

To read the first part of the story, click here.

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He had offered her a life of beauty, a life with nature, trees, flowers and butterflies. She had said yes, a big happy yes. That's exactly what she had wanted too.

But something changed. What? Why?  

Maybe she was wrong. Nothing had changed. They did have a beautiful life, at least that's what everyone she knew said, about their life. They had a good life, a luxuriously comfortable home, big backyard with lots of trees and exotic plants, a little pond with waterlilies, flowers of almost every imaginable colour, and yes, butterflies too. 

This last part she assumed. Because she hadn't really seen any butterflies. At least not in the last few years. She just didn't have the time. Wall Street kept her busy and busier. 

She looked again at the picture on her ipad and remembered those moments. Those moments when all she needed was to lay down with him under a shady tree and close her eyes. And she would dream of butterflies and flowers, flowers and butterflies.

She knew what she had to do. She looked again, this time at the ring she was holding, her actual engagement ring. And walked to the little shed in her backyard. 

This was his place. A photography studio he had built for himself, with all his cameras - old and new, lenses, tripods, a computer, printer and all other paraphernalia an amateur needs. He had kept up his love for nature photography, even if it meant working part-time. She envied him now, for this.

He was cleaning some old lens. She walked up to him and gently placed her hand on his shoulder. He looked up inquiringly. She just kept quiet and smiled. Something in her eyes told him. He knew that she had seen the email. He knew that she remembered. They just kept looking in each other's eyes. Silently.

And then he saw it. Dangling on the chain around her neck was the ring. 

The ring he had made for her. With those tiny little seeds that he had found on one of their walks together in the woods. She had no idea what he was going to do with those, and she didn't ask. After all it wasn't anything out of the ordinary. They always gathered dried leaves and little pebbles and seedpods and what not...and most of the times those priceless riches went to either his place or hers. She used to love these little treasures from Nature and decorate her room, bookshelves with those. She had filled up many old jars with such treasures.

But that was back then.

He now saw the seed-ring dangling on the chain on her neck. After all these years, she was actually wearing it. It wasn't really a ring that she could wear. Or anyone could wear. And they had laughed about it when he gave her that as their engagement ring. But she had loved it. Loved it absolutely. And he had loved her laughter, and joined in as he tried to place the ring awkwardly on her finger. It was a ring that spoke of their shared love, their love for each other and their love for the woods, the nature, the trees, the flowers. And the butterflies.

But that was back then.

And now here it was, dangling on the chain around her neck. Her finger casually circling it as she stood there smiling with her eyes. In silence. And he knew. He knew that their love was back. 

He stood up and held her hand. They walked out of the shed, into the backyard. Holding hands in silence they kept walking back and forth, around the trees, around the lily pond and just back and forth. 

And then she saw. After several years, she saw a butterfly. Really saw it.

Yes, they were there. They had always been there. It was she who had gone missing. 

He looked at her. She was smiling. And remembering. Those priceless moments. And he knew. He knew she was back. Their love was back.

They continued walking, in silence, making their moments priceless. Once again they were in love.

~ Photos by Suhas Mehra

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To read the first part of this story, click here.

To read all the posts in the series, click here.

I am Happy They Talked, Part 2

To read the first part of this conversation, click here.
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“As I was saying…you realize that this is a blog you are talking about?”

“Yeah, so? And let's not forget it is my blog we are talking about. I can write whatever I want.”

“I will overlook that egoistic "my blog" part for now, I don't want to digress. But, don’t you think that most people like to read blogs that are somewhat easy-breezy, quick-read, part-entertaining, part-feel-good, maybe some motivational, self-help type of advice. And most of the blogs are rather personal sort of writings, aren't they?”

“But what’s your point? Really?”

“Getting a bit annoyed, eh? My point, sweetheart, is that who wants to read some heavy stuff on education? And I know you, when it comes to writing things on education or culture, you don’t write “light” stuff.” I have read your other stuff.”

“But then…uff...”

“But then what? Calm down, and tell me.”

“You see, there are several things here. One is that you assume a lot about what people like to read or what they expect when they visit a blog. Second is that even if there is some truth to that assumption, and perhaps there is, it doesn't matter much…”

“What? It doesn't matter? That means you don’t really care if people read your stuff?”

“Well, you didn't let me finish what I was trying to say….”

“OK, finish it now…”

“Of course, I would like people to read my stuff. But you see, if I want to be totally honest and sincere with myself it doesn't matter much because my real purpose in writing these posts, or let me call them as my drafts for my bigger project, would be first to see whether I can write something that makes sense to me, something more coherent and more structured than just those notes scattered here and there.”

“Well, that you can write anytime, why do you need this challenge for?”

“Precisely because I can’t write that just anytime. If I were that disciplined I would have written some of those drafts by now. Or at least would have started writing them by now. This challenge gives me a motivation to complete at least the first draft for some of these ideas in a fixed period of time. I am not saying that I will write everything that I want to write in these 26 posts, but at least I would have some substantial stuff put together, by the end of the month. Well, that is my hope at least. What do you say?”

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“Well, speak now…why are you silent now?”

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“O come on…tell me what are you thinking?”

“I am thinking that you do have a good point there…”

“Aha, so you agree that it is a good idea…see I knew you would come by…”

“Not so fast, lady…let me finish.”

“OK finish….”

“You do have a good point that it will give you that needed motivation to write something down, at least as a good beginning for whatever larger project/plan you may have in mind. But you still need to remember something important.”

“Oh, another But….”

“Yes, of course…But what you must remember is – and you can thank me later for this advice – that you are writing these first and foremost as part of your own intellectual work and not just for increased readership or more visits to your blog.”

“Hey, let me thank you for that, right now. And I will do that later too, don't worry! And I don’t just mean this as a joke. I understand this and I too have thought about it. I need to remember, remember always, the purpose for which I am writing.”

“Yes, because then you will compose your posts with that purpose in mind, and not just dilute them or lighten them or make them “easy” enough to get more “likes” or “visits” to the blog.”

“Yes. And not only that, I hope and pray that while I am participating in this challenge I also remember why I am doing this whole blog thing in the first place. You know what I am talking about, right?”

“Yes, I know, I was there when you wrote that thing about why you write this blog.”

“Remembering that will help me stay grounded and focused. Don’t you think so?”

“Well, I surely hope so. But there is one other thing I should ask you.”

“What’s that?”

“You said that I may be assuming too much about what readers expect to read when they visit a blog.”

“Oh that…well, you see, what you said about readers wanting quick-read, easy-breezy stuff on a blog…while some of that may be true, I don’t think it tells the whole picture. There may be readers out there who like to read some substantive stuff on a given subject or topic. I don’t know, I mean who knows. I am just guessing. Surely there are books and journals out there for more serious stuff like education, culture etc…but I have also come across blogs and other online materials that deal with such things and other so-called serious topics."

"Hmm...."

"And in fact, one of the reasons why I thought I should write about this topic is because I want to see if I can communicate in a way that is somehow more reader-friendly and yet doesn't become “light” or diluted just because it wants to have a mass-appeal. You understand what I am trying to say here?”

“Yes, I do. But think one more time. Are you sure you don’t want to write about something easy like – “26 things I find beautiful” or “A-Z of a Beautiful Home” or something like that?”

“Aah…so you are tempting me now….”

“Tempting you?  How? Hey, I was there when you thought of these ideas…don’t you remember? These were your ideas, lady.”

“Yes, they were. And yes I remember you were there with me when I was playing with these ideas. And yes I know it would be easier on me if I were to take up either of these ideas for the challenge. And yes I know it might even get me a greater readership or more “likes,” as you say, for my blog. But then I have decided that’s not why I want to take up this challenge in the first place. If that happens, that would be a welcome reward."

"Good."

"And I am sure, if I write something that comes from an authentic place within me, that is heartfelt and sincere, it will resonate with some like-minded readers. And that's the best thing that could happen, isn't it? But personally, I want to stay focused on my writing work and my purpose for taking up this challenge in the first place. I hope I can. Can I? I think I can. I am sure I can.”

“Good, so finally you are sure about something. That’s good.”

“What? Why do you say that? I am sure about a lot of things.”

“Well, that’s good then…it is just that when we started this conversation you weren't sure about many things. And now you are…that is very good.”

“Yes I am sure. And I suppose I should thank you for helping me be sure of what I want to write about and why.”

“You don’t have to thank me.”

“But I do.”

“Well, if you must.”

“Thank you.”

“You are welcome. That’s all good enough, lady. Now go and start writing. You don’t have much time left.”

“Yes I know. Just a few days more. And then it all starts. Now where are all those notes….where do I begin…what do I do….”

“There, there…don’t get so nervous. Breathe and begin at the beginning…with A.”

“Good idea. Thanks once again. See you later. Bye.”

“Hey, before I let you go, tell me one more thing.”

“What?”

“What is that larger project or the bigger plan you have in mind after you have written these 26 posts on Indian Education?”

“Well, I am not sure….”

“Aha…I knew it…”

“What? What? Tell me…”

“No, nothing. Go on and start writing. We’ll talk about this some other time.”

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This is the second and concluding part of a transcript of a conversation that happened just a few days before the April A-Z challenge began. The participants in the conversation were.....mind #1 and mind #2. There are different parts in me, in all of us; different layers or parts of the part called mind in me, in all of us, that question, doubt, reason out, argue, defend, accept, reject, judge, assume, refuse, decide, plan, organize, execute, and do all sorts of things. This post is my way of becoming more conscious of such activity going in my mind, with regard to a particular situation.

To read the first part, click here.

Hope you enjoyed this little glimpse into the layers of my mind. If not, then, well too bad...all my 'I's' enjoyed this look-back at their work. It is after all my blog, as one part would say!

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I am Happy They Talked, Part 1

“Are you sure, you want to do this?”

“Well…I am not fully sure, but I would certainly like to try.”

“But can you really do it – one post per day?”

“I can surely try.”

“What will you write about?”

“I am not sure…”

“Well, what are you sure about?”

“I think it will be good if I can write something substantive, something that is important to me….”

“Well well well…first of all, you aren’t even sure if you can actually write one post per day, and now you say you want to write something substantive…what are you saying, really?”

“I am not sure….”

“Yeah, I know that for sure!”

“Well, listen to me, okay, just listen. I have been thinking for some time now to compile many of the thoughts I have jotted down here or there, some aren’t even jotted down and are there in my head only...and for a while now I had been thinking that I should compile them and give them a more structured form, write down some kind of short essays or articles based on those notes or thoughts or ideas whatever you want to call them.”

“Now I am not sure what you are talking about…”

“Please don’t interrupt, let me explain….”

“Go ahead….”

“So these notes, or whatever you may call them, are about Indian Education, I mean a certain vision for an ideal Indian Education that is inspired by some of my readings, or should I say, based on my understanding of some of the writings of Sri Aurobindo and the Mother. You know what I am talking about, don’t you? I have shared some of those thoughts with you earlier too. About how I feel about incorporating some insights from Sri Aurobindo’s writings on Indian culture….oh all those things we used to talk about. You remember, don’t you?”

“Yes I remember. But what I am not able to understand is….”

“Oh you will, you will. Hold on…As you also know in the last several years I have also read some other stuff on education by several other thinkers, and not just on education but also other areas that I think have a bearing on education, particularly Indian education….”

“Oh my, this is becoming very elaborate…are you sure you are still talking about your blog? And the A-Z challenge?”

“Yes, I am getting there…if you would allow me to…”

“Sorry, sorry…please go on…I am listening….and I just hope there isn’t anymore “I am not sure” coming up soon…”

“What an attitude! Whatever…anyway, so I am thinking why not I make use of this month-long challenge to actually do what I have been only thinking so far. This one post per day challenge will give me the much-needed push to give the first form to these scattered notes and thoughts…at least something more structured will be there as a result of all this writing. What do you say?”

“Oh, so you want me to speak now?”

“O come on…don’t be so sarcastic…tell me what you think so far of this idea. Does it even make sense?”

“Ok ok, I get it, so you want me to say something in support of the idea?”

“No, I want you to be honest.”

“Well, I think it is not a bad idea. But…”

“I knew it…”

“What did you know?”

“The moment you said “But”…”

“What do you want me to say? There is always a But…ok should I replace it with However….happy now?”

“I mean why can’t you just be supportive once? Why do you always have to have a But or an However…”

“Well, I do want to be supportive, I am supportive, but you said you wanted my honest opinion…didn’t you say that? Don’t you want my honest opinion?”

“Yes I do…but…”

“See, there is a but there too…”

“Ok, ok, go on…”

To be continued tomorrow....

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This is a transcript of a conversation that happened just a few days before the April A-Z challenge began. The participants in the conversation were....Take a guess. Leave your answer below in the comments, if you wish. 

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Come back tomorrow, and read the second and concluding part of this conversation.

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