Chinna Chinna Aasai – Little Pleasures of Life

Teeny-Weeny dreams and simple pleasures are the stuff of which our lives are made. Children show us how to make the most of the present.

In this post I have put together a few fun pictures of my grandchildren which I enjoyed:

Here’s the amazing expression that my granddaughter showed when she got her first tattoo of her life – it’s a tattoo of a lion and then a monkey. The expression combines several emotions – surprise, happiness, awe, wonder – all rolled into one. I bet FB or Whatsup cannot come up with any emoticon to describe such a loaded expression. Look at her dilated pupils:

Next, it’s the turn of my grandson to show off – He insists on carrying his daycare bag containing all his valuables like diapers, change of clothes, lunch etc.!  Why not?



Here the little one is trying to show he can drink his milk straight from a big vessel with equal ease and facility. Yes, it’s a perfect demo of  – “whatever you can do, I can do better”:



Here’s a selfie by the little one. Yes, in the game of one-upmanship, he will win hands-down. (Don’t ask me how he managed the selfie. It’s a secret he is not prepared to divulge)




The lil’ one seems to say – Look how I help my mom clear the kitchen:


Here’s my Happy hour with my uncle in Chennai:


Isn’t he saying here – “My sister has a monkey tattoo – Yes, I’m the monkey in her tattoo”!


Hey, this is the ultimate in relaxation – lying down in a basket that just fits me and me alone:


It’s story time – a time to let all bygones be bygones, forget about all fights during the day, sit back, relax and enjoy!



A great moment of Nostalgia for the elders – here’s  yet another generation enjoying the evergreen song of Rajkapoor – Mera  Joota hai Japani!


Finally, in a contemplative mood after listening to an interesting mythological story, I guess:


Published in: on May 13, 2018 at 5:34 pm  Comments (1)  

My Grandson & His Antics

Here are a few action photos and videos of my grandson’s antics during his weekend trip to our place.

In the first picture you can see him inspecting the broom before deciding whether it’s good enough for him to use:

He approves the quality and instantly gets into action:


PM Modi would be proud to see this this kid zealously following his drive for Swach Bharat Abhiyan..

But then his mother has other ideas. She whisks him away before he could complete his job.
Not to be outdone by his mom, he goes about finishing his unfinished job, this time picking up a mop:


Next, the little fellow wants to prove his credentials as an Iyengar boy. A staunch Iyengar that he is, he throws out onions and garlics with the contempt they deserve:

Can you see him point his finger triumphantly at the job well done.

He, then, quietly watches his sister play with cupcake moulds. His sister wouldn’t let him touch any of those.

Somehow, he outsmarts her and manages to steal a couple of them. However, he has no place to hide them. So here he goes with the cupcake moulds – one decorating his ear and the other tightly held between his teeth.


His next target is our closely guarded telephone. When no one was looking, he managed to grab it and dismantle the instrument:


Well, now it’s time for some play. How will he communicate to his mom that he needs an outing into the nearby park? No problems. He walks into the kitchen holding his shoes in both the hands to see his mom.

How can anyone miss such a powerful message? Whisking him away from the kitchen area before he does any further damage, myself and his mom get ready  to take him to the park. Here’s the video of his play:

His joy and excitement can be seen and heard too?
Before we realized, the weekend was over. It was indeed short and sweet. They packed up their things to get back to their town leaving us the grandparents high and dry!(yes, we were really on a high during their stay and felt completely dry afterwords).

Published in: on January 24, 2018 at 4:46 pm  Leave a Comment  
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A Birthday Celebration in Chennai

We celebrated our grandson’s first birthday last week in Chennai. The religious function is called AYUSH HOMAM meaning a Homam (fire ritual)performed for longevity, health and prosperity of the child. Among several religious functions celebrated in South India, this one can, perhaps, be rated as the shortest & the sweetest!  It’s sweet for more than one reason. For one thing, it takes hardly an hour and a half to complete the ritual. Secondly, the atmosphere is completely informal and light. Also, there is no time pressure for anyone – neither for the direct participants nor for the guests. Once started, everyone knows that events will move smoothly on autopilot mode which means all of us can completely relax.

Physicists theorize about several parallel universes. Here, under one roof, one can actually experience many worlds.

The world of priests chanting away enchanting Samaveda is complete by itself. A rare breed of six priests, well versed in Samaveda, went about their task of singing the musical Vedic mantras gloriously, unconcerned about the audience. The mantras are derived from Rik Veda and one can actually describe Samaveda as Rigveda set to a certain musical tune. Samaveda, according to one interpretation, was sung by our Rishis, when they were in a trance experiencing Brahman (Brahm-ananda). Sama, by the way, is considered the foremost among the four Vedas. That’s why Lord Krishna declares in Gita – “Among Vedas, I’m Samaveda”.

While almost none from the audience was following or listening to the musical mantras being chanted, there was one knowledgeable octogenarian who was listening intently. He pointed out later that one important section of the Veda was not chanted by the priests!

Men & women belonging to generation X formed their own groups and were seen chatting away in clusters.

The middle-aged and somewhat older adults got together in separate groups.They were also completely relaxed pulling each other’s leg and  engaged in hot political debates. Yes, if you’re debating GST or DeMo, it has got to be hot.

The chef and his team formed yet another world who were busy serving hot beverages, special delicacies and lunch. This group is perhaps next only to the priests in importance in the successful celebration of the function.

Amidst all this, children were having fun all by themselves running around.

And last but not the least, it’s the  world of the infant all by himself in whose name everyone gathered. He was the cynosure of all eyes.The little one seemed to be completely confused and was perhaps wondering what the fuss was all about. With so many strangers trying to hold him or cajole or coax him, making all kinds of noisy gestures, humour him, feed him, kiss him, he was looking completely nonplussed. When he smiled by default, everyone laughed in chorus. He was, however, unusually calm and well-behaved in spite of  the fact that his privacy was being invaded right, left and centre. Here are a few pics of the little hero:


And finally, what does the little fellow say about the celebration? Here’s a beautiful video shot which captures his reaction. Isn’t he saying: Please…Please….. leave me alone….Enough is enough?

Published in: on October 1, 2017 at 9:21 pm  Comments (1)  
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Our Innate Gender Categorization

Here’s a confession that a good friend of mine made to me recently when our city went under water:

“As you are aware Mumbai is swimming in the floods of the Monsoon. This left my young grandson alone in his flat in CBD Belapur. His mother is in Jaipur, and his father is incarcerated by the deluge in his Prabhadevi Office. We have all been concerned, and have been in contact with Omkar constantly, more so his grand mother, my Lady Wife, through Phone, Messaging, WhatsAp and other devices.
Omkar and I use the German language for communication, to improve that of both of us . Omkar WhatsApped me just now saying, in German, which I translate “Don’t worry about my food, Grand dad. Lalitha Bai has just come in”.
My friend continued: “Frankly Doktor, I do not know this Lalitha Bai, but I guess from her name that this must be a woman. My first relief on hearing this information was great. Soon I bit my tongue in remorse and shame. Why do I assume that a woman MUST be competent enough to take care of such situations, in fact it is her duty? Would I have been equally relieved if somebody called Salman Khan ( the very name oozes masculinity!) had arrived at the Flat? In fact in my sympathy I would have said that makes two starving fellows! Omkar too is guilty of the usual Indian foible. He implies, Lalitha Bai is here, so she will cook me some food. He does not say she is here, so I do not have to be alone. Mea Culpa, Hr. geehrter Doktor!”

I wrote back to him saying: “Yes, this categorization of genders is deeply ingrained in the Indian psyche. Not many would even realize they are guilty of this. I added further:  I would have responded exactly like you under similar circumstances. I must also confess to you as I would have failed the test too. Thanks for making me conscious of this. As J Krishnamurthy says being attentive and aware itself can be a transformative experience”.

Later, I put myself a question – what accounts for this innate tendency of men in India to  categorize gender in terms of stereotyped roles? The answer came a few days later in the form of a Whatsup Post from my daughter. In her post she shared a lesson my granddaughter was taught in her preschool. Here are the questions and the dictated answers:

Q. Who takes care of the family? Ans:Mother

Q. Who earns money for the family? Ans:Father

Q. Who tells you stories at home? Ans: Grandma and grandpa

My daughter was furious. She wanted to know whether the female teachers teaching this lesson are working for free. Are they not being paid their salaries? She says rightly that even in India the society is changing fast and the roles of men and women are far more flexible today. Are the teachers living in 1980s?

It’s ironical that the very female teachers who are earning teach children a lesson which is completely out of line with the present day realities.

It’s perhaps this kind of teaching early in our childhood and our upbringing that makes us think in terms of stereotypical roles for men and women. Brainwashing children at an impressionable age goes in the name of teaching in India.



Published in: on September 9, 2017 at 10:09 pm  Leave a Comment  

That mysterious extra ingredient —

What is it that made the soft Drink Gold Spot very popular for more than 3 decades? It is the ‘zzing thing’ as the advertisers say.
There are Colas and Colas in the soft drinks market. But what is so special about Coco Cola? It is the presence of something exotic in the concoction which remains a trade secret to this day.
What is the secret behind the runaway success of Fevicol? It is again the special formulation containing a few additives. One can go on and on with several examples including my wife’s idlis which are unbelievably soft because it is blended with a special ingredient – Flattened rice flakes known as Aval in Tamil or Poha in Hindi.
Food additives is a multimillion dollar business. An ice cream will not taste like one without the presence of that small amount of additive called emulsifier which gives it a smooth texture. Likewise cakes and several other delicious bakery products derive their taste and texture mainly due to the specialty chemical additive called GMS.
Even industrial chemicals and their processes critically depend the magical additives. One can not make phosphoric acid without a few drops of defoamer which suppresses foaming in Rock phosphate. Similar additives play a role in metal extraction industry.

Cosmetic industry affords a great opportunity for additives. Sunbathers could soon tell when to move out of sunlight and take shelter in the shade thanks to an early warning sunburn indicator. Researchers have developed a strip of plastic, containing ‘smart’ ink, which turns colourless from an initial blue colour just before exposure to too much ultraviolet light from the sun, prompting you to move into the shade before you burn. Obviously it contains a specialty chemical additive.

Even in music, the artist, who comes up with off-beat and unpredictable variations bringing in that additional punch, makes a mark. In all spheres of human endeavour, it is always that additional something that stands out and contributes to success.

On one occasion, my brother added a new twist and an interesting dimension to this during our family get-together. As my sister made her specialty item ‘Baigan bartha’ and served the same, he said it is exceptionally good and went on to have several rounds of servings of the same. Then,while appreciating the special dish, he wisecracked saying that it sure contains a very special extra ingredient which accounts for its exceptional taste. When we inquired as to what he meant by that, he quietly said: It is Affection(‘anbu’ in tamil) in abundance.
Perhaps, this is the most fundamental and somewhat mysterious ingredient which is missing in many things that we experience today.

Published in: on August 13, 2017 at 12:16 am  Comments (2)  
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Tales From An Infant

Here’s  our little Shyam(my grandson) telling his tales with pictures:

It’s time to wake up, I guess.

Hey guys, I’m just out of my bed. Give me sometime to start my day.


I’m certainly enjoying this cradle, but you cannot tie me down here for too long. There’s a world out there demanding my attention and waiting to be explored.



Ready, Steady, Go…….



Here I go to explore a largely unexplored world – that’s my mom’s kitchen? Yes, this seems like the most privileged space where they do not allow me. Who are they? They are the vigilantes, the moral brigade. I tried to reach that place several times but each time the vigilantes got active and dragged me back to where I started. But I’m perseverant and on one occasion,  I almost made it. I got hold of the broom lying at the door and started to feel its bristles and even affectionately caressing the dirt adhering to it. Just as I was exploring and before I could put it in my mouth, the moral police noticed it, came running and took me away again to my utter disappointment. This was accompanied by loud laughter and what seemed like some fun at my expense. I didn’t understand why they made so much fuss. And in any case what is so hilarious about stopping me and taking me away from a place I love so much? Don’t I have the right to eat what I love to eat? Killjoys, aren’t they? I made yet another attempt to invade the kitchen and this time I managed to get close to a waste bin. Before I could examine its contents, the vigilantes came running and in one swoop lifted me up and dumped me on a mattress with pillows all around to prevent me from making further attempts.


Here’s my Glorious Moment which I cherish. It’s a sweet revenge against the moral brigade led by my grandfather.

For some strange reason, I was allowed to get on top of the dining table on all fours. Do you know what happened next. I had to answer the call of nature and did it right there and then not knowing that will provoke a lot of hullagulla. Having done the job to my heart’s content, I felt relieved. My big sister was the one to notice first and promptly complained to others. There was such a commotion all around that I simply kept gazing at each one of them by turn.


Here’s my big Sister all dressed up. Her happy smile shows she must be going out to some interesting place, for sure. I go close to her and look at her in awe and admiration as she walks out of the door in her cute dress:



Here I’m in a tearing hurry. In case you wonder what is my business, let me tell you it’s an important mission. I was in a hurry to tear away the newspapers which were lying within my reach. I love it so much. I like the sound the newspapers make when I hold in hand and wave in the air. As I hold the paper in both hands and keep waving, the paper first gets crumpled and I love that crumpled look so much. As I get more violent with the paper it gets torn making a noise which is musical to my ears. But then, do you think they would allow me to continue to do this? No way, the brigade got active again. They snatched the paper away from my hands and made hand gestures at me as if to tell: don’t you dare do it again.

Well, that’s disappointing as you can see me in the picture below with a grumpy face:



I completely relished this –  my replay of DANGAl with my sister as the victim:

Can you see my triumphant, celebratory smile?


I love my train ride, don’t I? Here’s the proof.



Published in: on July 1, 2017 at 11:41 pm  Comments (2)  
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The Flip Side of Social Media – A First hand experience

I had the first taste of the cost of social media during my recent trip to Singapore. I reached my hotel around 8pm on one evening and wanted to have a quick dinner as I was hungry. I didn’t have the patience to pick and choose a restaurant  nor did I have the time to travel to go to a place where Indian food is available. The hotel I stayed was in a place called Clark Quay Riverside, obviously a place meant for upwardly mobile Singaporeans. Nevertheless I decided to explore the place in search of an eating place. I walked around the Riverside which was great and refreshing but I had to cut it short as hunger pangs hit me hard. I looked around for an Italian restaurant and soon found one. I settled down in a cozy corner and waited for the waiter. The waiter came and gave me a menu card. I scanned through the card but needed some advice from the waiter.  ‘Firstly’, I told the waiter, ‘please understand I’m a vegetarian’ and added by way of abundant caution that I don’t even take eggs’. Strangely in many foreign countries egg is not considered as a non-vegetarian. The waiter nodded his head in appreciation and offered to bring pizza as his first option. But then I came to know  pizza size was too big for one person. I was, therefore, advised to take Pasta instead since the portions were small enough for one person. I settled for Pasta and started relaxing. Just then I heard a ping from my smart phone and I was curious to know who it could be from among my whats up groups. In retrospect, this was the beginning of my problem. Here’s how it unfolded.

I opened my What’s up chat groups and found that my family group was indeed active. I joined the group instantly to announce my arrival in Singapore. Just then the waiter came and asked me for my suggestions for toppings to Pasta. I said: put green vegetables liberally. I asked him to give me a list of vegetables available in the menu card. He said: Onions, sir. I said: fine and went back to my chat group. I texted a message to my daughter and son-in-law proudly announcing that my dinner had been ordered and it’s pasta in an Italian restaurant. The waiter in the meanwhile asked: Any other vegetable, sir?. I responded saying ‘Tomatoes’. As he noted down, I went back to my chat to reply to two comments already made – a wow from my daughter and one from my son-in-law with a hint of sarcasm. He said: yes, deep-fried pasta with a creamy cheese on top is indeed yummy! Defending myself feebly, I said: No, I’m told they only use virgin Olive Oil and returned to attend to my waiter’s next question on vegetables – do you want brocoli, Olives, cabbage and Brussels Sprouts too, sir?. I said: Yes, of course and went back to Whatsup chat.This time my daughter came to my rescue saying : Appa, don’t you worry. The vegetables and pasta are normally boiled in water for making pasta – not deep fried. My sister joined the chat and reprimanded my son-in-law saying: why don’t you allow him to have his dinner without feeling guilty about fat content or creamy layer and to encourage me added (more…)

Published in: on March 12, 2017 at 1:13 am  Leave a Comment  

When Adharma becomes one’s Swadharma…

Last week I came across two bizarre stories. Here’s the first one. I happened to meet an old acquaintance and casually asked him  about his future plans. He said he is going to quit corporate life in 4 years from now. I was taken by surprise because he is close to forty, doing reasonably well in his career and has a family to support. Moreover he is generally cheerful in his disposition. I mean he is certainly not a cynical guy. So I asked him what happened. He said he will go back to his village. “And do what”, I persisted. To my utter surprise again, he said he wants to become a pujari or a priest in a temple. He, then, revealed a secret of his life –  he was once a priest in a temple before qualifying himself and getting into the corporate world. Perhaps, he now feels life in his village is more peaceful than the rat race in a corporate. I asked him who is going to take care of his wife and 7-year-old kid. He said casually that his wife is a CA and can take care of his kid and herself. Moreover, he is leaving behind a 65 lakhs worth flat for her. Well, one may or may not agree with his choice but he seemed bent on his decision. He may be following his Swadharma. (I’m using the term in the sense of one’s aptitude or natural inclination).

If the above conversation didn’t shock me or the readers, here’s a real shocker. This came from my driver on the following day. He said he met an old friend of his on the previous day whom he happened to meet after a gap of 6 long years. Where was he all these years, I inquired. He was in a jail in Thane for 6 years and was released recently. What was his crime? I asked. My driver explained further: He worked for a gangster or an extortionist in his area and we all know how they operate.  A self-styled  leader would crown himself as the badshah (king) of the area. Every shopkeeper in the area would pay up a monthly fees to the guy as protection money. Protection from whom? A badshah will explain succinctly: Well, I will protect you from myself! So, these badshahs demarcate their areas of influence and operate within that area. The problem starts when a badshah gets greedy and wants to extend his area of influence. In any case, to cut a long story short, my driver’s friend was hired by one badshah to kill another badshah. The poor fellow was caught by the police during the encounter, beaten up and jailed for 6 years.

I said to my driver: Poor guy, he must have got mentally depressed after 6 long years of isolation. My driver said: Sir, you are completely wrong. This fellow is in great spirits. He is in great shape physically as well. As proof of his statement, he showed me his photo on his smart phone. He went on to add: He is unrepentant and says he will definitely follow the same career – a career of violence, murder and the accompanying excitement. He is used to the excitement of living on edge and is lured by prospects of easy money. Now he has better network having met lots of criminals in the jail over the past 6 years. In short, he has a very well laid out career plan. He has plans to work as an apprentice under a politician who are always in need of thugs like him. And eventually who knows, he could become a badshah himself if luck favours him.

What a contrasting story. Both the guys are following their hearts. My wife says: to each his own.

Both are following Swadharma.

Once a guy is a criminal, it seems he is condemned to become only a more hardened criminal. A part of the blame for this goes to the society we live in. Is anyone ready to employ a guy with a criminal past except of course a politician? No way. So Adharma becomes his Swadharma. He finds his excitement only in immoral and criminal acts. If this is the psychology of most criminals (I hope not), this is truly dangerous. We urgently need rehabilitation programmes for ex-criminals.

On the other hand, it’s not surprising to find a person with saintly roots to seek opportunities to reset his lifestyle to suit his disposition.

Published in: on March 5, 2017 at 12:17 am  Leave a Comment  
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Chasing Reality

This is the story of my 3-year old granddaughter. She moved to our place along with her mother who was expecting her second child. She was super excited to be with her pampering grand parents. But soon she realised her father could not be with her. However, she  settled down with her new routine and was thoroughly enjoying her preschool where she was being taught singing and dancing. Then one fine day her father came over to visit us and she was on top of the world. This didn’t last long as he had to leave with in a few days. Her world plunged into darkness as she couldn’t understand why he had to go back. Flexible as kids are, she got over her sorrow within a couple of days. She was back again on her feet enjoying every moment. Her next moment of excitement came when her mother went to hospital for delivery and gave birth to a baby boy to play with. Her excitement did not last long, though. She saw a rival in the new arrival as she found her mother’s attention was more towards the new baby. With jealousy comes anger and we could see her throwing up tantrums over trivial things. She overcame this as well over a period of time. But she could never reconcile to her father appearing and disappearing time and again. Although she could not express, she sure must have faced several unanswered questions such as: What is real – Me living with my parents or with grandparents? The school is the reality or home with pampering grandparents. If parental love is real, how come my mother doesn’t show the same love after the arrival of the new baby. Does reality which is constantly changing has any meaning.

Her young mind would have found some convincing answers when she finally moved to her father’s place along with her mother and the newborn. Having finally found the warmth of love from both parents, she may finally conclude: Yes, this is the ultimate reality – not my grand parents, not my friends, not my school.

Did the elders fare any better in the emotional drama? Far from it. The parents and grandparents were equally or more affected than the kid herself. Their heart sank along with the kid’s and their spirits got elevated as the kid got excited. Not just that. When both the grand kids finally left them, they could not take it in their stride. The silence in the house was overpowering. The house felt desolate and lifeless without the usual noises.

Look at the contrasting experience after the kids left. During their stay, time was in short supply. Now there is plenty of time on hand. There was plenty of noise then. Now there is deafening silence. There was plenty of fun, then. We all would laugh, make faces, whistle, sing & dance to no particular tune. Now that is replaced by meaningless monotonous work, matter-of-fact conversations, gentlemanly behaviour and plain boredom. Every piece of work had a purpose then, while now whatever work we do seems meaningless.

What is reality? They living with us or they living away from us? If the elders understand the realities, why do they find the separation unbearable?

The fact of the matter is that none of the things that we see as reality are real. All that we see in the human drama are mere emotions. Emotions come and go. They are not real. Whatever is changing with time is not real. And we are chasing the so-called reality which is constantly changing. What then is the reality that does not undergo any change? Awareness or Consciousness which lights up all the seemingly real things is the only reality. It’s that without which the relative world of experiences and emotions cannot exist. One may call it God, or Eswara or Brahman ( as in the Vedic terminology).

Published in: on February 11, 2017 at 5:07 pm  Leave a Comment  
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Memories, Experiences and Living in the Present

My daughter has a penchant for capturing precious moments of life with her camera. She is particularly fond of photographing kids in action. She visited us recently from the US along with her 2-year old kid and went on clicking video shots of the kids in action. I think she is sentimental when she says: Life is all about experiences and memories which are best captured with video shots. Whenever she has leisure, she says, she spends time going through these captured memories.

I disagree with her on the question of whether life is all about memories. Being a fan of the great philosopher J Krishnamrthy, I have completely different views on the subject. Let me quote JK himself.  He says very profoundly: Memory is the residue of an unfinished, uncompleted experience, is it not? Watch your own memory and you will see. When you finish an experience, complete it, there is no memory of that experience in the sense of a psychological residue. There is a residue only when an experience is not fully understood, and there is no understanding of experience because we look at each experience through past memories, and therefore we never meet the new as the new, but always through the screen of the old. Therefore, it is clear that our response to experience is conditioned, always limited”.

JK implies that since we do not experience every moment fully, we feel the need to keep going back to the past so that we can relive the experience. But then memory is really not very helpful either. It’s very selective and is never a faithful reproduction of what actually happened in the past. Not just that. We are perpetually busy recording experiences and miss the live experience. It’s like the old joke about a Japanese tourist who visits many places and ends up seeing them all only through the camera lens!

Having seen J Krishnamrthy’s profound insight on the topic, let us take the case of Lord Krishna’s life. He always lived in the present. His childhood was spent in Gokul. Then he moved to Brindavan where the Gopikas (Cow herding girls) experienced the ecstasy of his spiritual love. From Bridavan, he moved to Mathura for a while to complete his unfinished task and then went on to become the king of Dwaraka. Once that phase was over, his next destination was Hastinapur where he played a crucial role during the Mahabharata war. Wherever he went he played his role to perfection without being overwhelmed by emotions. He was always present in the moment and never looked back or brooded over the past. For instance, when the time came to leave Brindavan, he left all the gopikas he loved without feeling sentimental about their relationship, although the gopikas pined for him with nostalgia. Nostalgia is a symptom of having had an incomplete experience.

When is an experience complete? It’s only when one lives in the present moment completely. One can learn about living in the present moment from children. Children live every moment so completely that they have no need for memories. Here are a few live examples. Recently my granddaughter took part in her school sports day function. She participated in the running race and stood first in two events. Here is a photograph of her after winning:




Don’t you see the innocence in her face. There is no great excitement. She ran like anybody else and winning was not important to her or for that matter to any kid. Excitement was only for the parents. Children, in their age of innocence, do not develop any sense of competition. Since there was no sense of competition, there was no tension before running and  no excitement either after the event. Nevertheless, they all enjoyed every moment of the race. Perhaps after a couple of years of brainwashing by parents on concepts like  competition, winning, losing etc, they would behave like any other adult.

Here is another instance of the spontaneity of children. The pictures below are of celebration of the birthday of my granddaughter:



One can see all the children playing spontaneously on their own without feeling inhibited. Unlike adults who have to be coaxed into playing, all the kids joined in to play games without anyone prompting then to do so .

To me, this is the meaning of living in the present moment which is completely different from living in memories and nostalgia.


Published in: on January 9, 2017 at 12:10 am  Leave a Comment  
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