My Life

I was sitting under the Bodhi tree in Gaya, the same place where Buddha got enlightened. My eyes were filled with tears. It was such a pleasure to be there. My emotions were over flowing. Saw two monks slowly walking around the tree, holding their begging bowls in the hands. They were moving very slowly, being aware of the every step they were taking. I felt that it was just not their body which was moving, there was so much to it. (Let me remember what took me there. It was the book I've read " Old Path White Clouds " by Thich Nhat Hanh. I've picked my next destination as Bodh Gaya as soon as I completed reading that book.) Went back to the monastery where I was staying and bought one of the small books which was there and started reading. There it was written about walking meditation. Yes, I have done walking meditation once in my yoga course. But, the real picture I've seen was telling me that there is so much more.  Lifting, lifting, lifting the foot f

Those were my pre-schooling days spending in my village and farm. There used be one person working in my farm and he is Chinnanna my farming mentor. He told me many stories and taught me how to do farming works. One day I’ve killed one small ant which was on my hand. He told me that I would go to hell as I’ve killed the ant and started describing the hell. I was scared off and kept on crying. Then he himself gave me a solution. He asked me to go home and take bath and offer a coconut to the God asking for forgiveness. I went to my mamma and told her with tears that I wanted to take bath again. She started laughing at me for my childishness. But, I was very adamant. At last, she bathed me and called Chinnanna to climb the coconut tree which was nice and tall for the coconut. After around 27 years, neither the coconut tree exists nor Chinnanna exists. Coconut tree died naturally, but not Chinnanna. He committed suicide recently. That made me to recall those memories spent

It was for my marriage arrangements my mamma and dad were discussing and dad went on scolding mamma. I got pissed off and took off one of my slippers and held it with one hand, went to him saying if you don't respect my mamma, I would hit you with this slipper. Just after that, I woke up and felt relieved to know that it was just a dream. It was also some sort of help to me to foresee the future. If I do any mistake, surely I would end up having such similar scenes for real again in my life. It was a reality many times since I was 15 years. Decades have passed since I left the hell like environment. It is still haunting me. It is a gift given by my parents. Don't know what will it take to get rid of such dreams from my sub-conscious mind. It was not very long ago that I dreamt that mamma was crying back in the village and that caused me a lot of disappointment and I was also crying saying that “I have saved money adding one rupee to another while my friends are getti

People should be working not out of the fear, but out of the respect you earned through your ethical values. A sense of care and kindness is required. Being a leader always should set an example how to be the best in every thing you do. Passionate follow ups are required. One can never be a good manager having distance from the staff even after being closer physically. How good are those managers whose absence is considered as a play time for the staff. 'While the cat's away, the mouse will play'. It happens when managers try to work out things with authority instead of influencing the people. It is also seen that mangers claiming that they don’t have enough time. Well! If manger doesn’t have enough time to be a manger, it’s better not to continue in that position. It appears that there is a lot of vacuum for good leaders. Again leaders aren’t born. They are made as everything else is made. The price is the hard work. “ If your actions inspire others to d

I chose to contemplate on management today. It is the term much talked about. For me, it is more of self management. I believe that everything begins from within, anything for that matter. How can you think that you can manage others when you are failing to manage yourself? When I say managing ourselves includes waking up on time, taking food on time, going to bed on time etc.. Yes, discipline descends for some people. After all, it is effective management which helps us make the best out of this life, doesn’t it?  I think it comes naturally, when you are managing yourself, you can manage others too. I will try to recall what I’ve read long ago. “When people around you don’t know how to do, you have a lot of work to do. Once, you have them doing what they are supposed to be doing. You have nothing to do. True managers do nothing. Art of management is doing nothing.” And also, it isn't "Do it, as I say." It is "Do it, as I do." One should remember that no one wa