Youth Monk

I was helping my daughter Ranjani (4 years old) to pack her bag to go to Panvel to meet her cousin brother Prapanna (6 year old). She was all excited and was instructing me what all things to put in her bag. I followed her instructions and once she was done with it I called the Ola cab. My mother in law was accompanying her on the trip. I helped Ranjani get into the cab with her granny and instructed them to call me once they reach the destination. The driver asked me for the OTP code for the ride. I turned towards Ranjani and asked her for the OTP code. The driver , my mother in law and myself were staring at Ranjani and were expecting some answer from her. Everyone was just staring at her for few seconds. The driver was confused why i was asking my 4 year old daughter for the OTP as the mobile was in my hand. My mother in law was confused too. While everyone was staring at Ranjani, she smiled back at me and with a twinkle in her eyes told the Ola cab driver the OTP code. E...

So i met these teenagers and few youngsters in their early 20s about a year or 1.5 years back. They had started an interesting startup and were planning to grow it organically or else try for some funding. It was 6 months of trial and error done by them, when i entered the scene. For the very first business coaching session, everyone was late. No one was focussed and everyone was overall irritated by their company situation and not to mention the frequent fights between the founder and cofounder. Client complaints, no clear communication between the team members, no service or product delivered on time and 100 different issues is what i discovered in the initial meeting. So they asked me solutions for each issues. I just smiled and started framing a sentence in my mind which would communicate them clearly that things don't work out that way. I asked them, when was the last time they had a good lunch. No one gave me a happy answer. I asked when was the last time you all had...

The formative period for building character for eternity is in the nursery. The mother is queen of that realm and sways a sceptre more potent than that of kings or priests" . ~Anonymous. The year was 1946. On the eve of betrothal ceremony the boy and the girl were asked to speak their mind out. The boy had nothing to say other than “I love to marry you”. But the girl had these conditions: 1)                I should be named BHARATI after marriage. 2)                I should be allowed to work on Charka (the spinning Wheel) at my leisure time and 3)                All the members of the family (husband, wife and children (when born) should put on Khadi clothes till I am alive”. He readily accepts all the conditions and the marriage...