Vipanchi

Hellow, I am back with another item of self-improvement rather, I would say this as self-protection.This article is the first in the series of articles that I will write on human relationships and management of heart breaks. Human relations are of different kinds -parents-children relationships, Friendships, love etc., Whatever is the relationship, it must give you strength and support.It must help you to discover your inner self.It must be an enabling force for you to climb greater heights in your personal life. The underlying secret thread, the magic, that keeps these relationships alive is love. To write on love......I must think a bit because it is nothing and everything at a time.It gives immense strength to a father to work harder even on the eleventh hour only to see the smile on the face of his beloved child.It is the force that keeps a mother alive surviving all odds from maternity pains to patriarchial ills of subjugation and exploitation only to see her daughter emanci

Today when I was reading the article on twin prejudices that mentally ill women face in India, a whole array of incidents flooded my mind.It reminded me of my interaction with such-differently abled people or with people around them.There are at least 3-4 instances where I happened to visit or listen to those people.When such incidents happen, many thoughts come to my mind on how can I influence those situations for the betterment of those people. INCIDENTS: This is a boy from a village where I happened to visit a school.He is probably not mentally ill but the growth in his cognitive capacities seem very weak compared to others in his age group.But people there told me not to bother about him because he is MAD. A boy of 20yrs: In a village which I already mentioned when I wrote about SWAPNA.He is born Muslim, initially, he was well but due to unknown reasons, he lost his control over his actions.He started to dance or visit temple or mosque, utter random words.The villagers sta

Hellow, today I have decided to make an impact on at least one of my readers to set a goal, to have a purpose in life.Let me clarify one thing here, why am I writing this? I know many people around me with greater goals, with bigger purposes in life.The same way I find even more people with no or little goals-mostly fantasies.Whenever I talk to someone, I try to analyze her value system and her orientation in life.As of my analysis, I observed 3 kinds of people. Great souls-They constantly learn, think and travel towards their destiny with sincerity, dedication, and commitment.Their purpose is very clear to them. Moderate souls- They did not discover their purpose yet or they have a purpose but do not know the path or they know both yet struggling to travel the path because of personality issues like lack of confidence, laziness, procrastination etc., Little souls-These are poor souls who do not have control on their lives.They are mainly guided by instinctive behavior.They are

In this post, my aim is to put forth my deeper analysis on what makes one succeed.Though I am not successful yet-I mean I am on the way, I do not think it to be wrong to have some idea on how to succeed.Though this is not my intellectual property, I find no offense in stating these three quintessential for success. BURNING DESIRE: Everybody will have dreams, goals too, but those who succeed will have the burning desire.As Socrates once said, desire for something should be like craving for oxygen when you are under water.When you have a goal, you know you love it, that motivates you every morning to do what you have to do.That burning desire will do everything for you.It will make you plan accurately, help you work in the right direction and that will take care of your ego and over confidence too.No one with a burning desire ever feels satisfied and there will be no space for over-confidence in her. ALL SHE NEEDS IS VICTORY!! HARD WORK: Let me say this-nothing is possible without

Hellow I am here with another tale from an Indian village where a majority of its people belong to Lambadi tribe.I happened to speak to one of its older woman-Dhammi Bhai wife of Naik.She is the mother of a son and a daughter.Son, working in Rayalaseema Thermal Power Plant- a PSU and daughter in RIMS-KADAPA as a nurse.She is responsible for the maintenance of the nearby temple built by a Reddy of that village. I happened to visit that temple during the time of elections.I was in 8th standard then, so I could not gather much information nor could I ask significant questions to know about her.To my luck, I remember my father asking her about the election atmosphere there and her opinion on that. She explained my father about those two rivals contesting the elections, each one backed by a Reddy(dominant caste in that region).Then,  with an innocent face and with a sense of faith in god and dharma she explained to my father that, one of the contestants gave two wine bottles to her son a

I dream of bridging the gap between rich and poor in access to quality education.I believe education can emancipate the masses from the mire of ignorance and poverty.I strongly hold the view that it is a quintessential aspect of human development.OK! let me not dwell too much into the virtues of education, which I will do in my subsequent posts.My aim in this post is to share my experience in a rural Indian school. A brief picture: That village is different from any conventional village with cement factories surrounding it-pollution at its peaks.Income disparities do exist, though caste differences are a little thinner.Most of the people of that village work in one of those factories.It has 4 primary schools one secondary school(govt run) and two private schools. My experience: I happened to visit one of those private schools.It's a newly born one with a very nominal fee.That school's correspondent has no experience with education. All he had was money, though little.The

Hellow!!! TODAY IS TWO DAYS PAST MY FAREWELL DAY...............with lot of memories we left that place where we lived for 2 years, for some of my friends it is 4 years.It was time for us to remember all those funny crazy sometimes intelligent things that we did there, in our college.Those wicked fights with the management over ill-functioning geysers, those tricks which we employed to escape study hours, secretly maintaining phones...........wow!!! everything is funny now.As I think about all these things it makes me nostalgic.There is a lesson behind this occasion. DAYS WILL MOVE ON..................The lesson being, time will not wait, it moves on.It moves on to make your happiness brighter, your dreams nearer, friends farther and closer.It moves on to make you realize how much you mean to those fellows who lived with you all these days.It moves on to make your bonds thinner, and thicker.It moves on to make your troubles smaller and to make you realize that there are bigger troub

Hellow, now I thought to put forth a question on to my readers, a profound question, at least to me. People hold great respect in serving others. Though many of us cannot help us from those rich brands or that luxurious cuisine offered in a very prestigious hotel, we think sometimes, to help those people in need. When we come out of a mall or while we travel in a luxurious car, it pricks us when we look at that uncared old lady sleeping under the flyover, or a child begging desperately on roads. We never know if they are the victims of that giant begging mafia or became homeless after a disastrous cyclone. It bothers me often when I see someone homeless, helpless, devoid of any kind of human dignity. There are instances where kids share their food with the dogs in the dustbin. I think over it many times and there are many instances which made me cry. Whenever I get a chance I tend to help them, no, give them what they deserve. I feel it is my duty to serve them. But in this journey

Hi, this is my second post on the theme of spirituality. As I proceed I will try to consolidate my ever evolving and transforming views on the god-the superpower. My interaction with God or my quest for God started when I was a small kid. My grandma used to tell me a story of Lord Krishna coming and helping a small boy who crosses a very wild forest every day to reach his gurukul. He believes in his mom's words that ANNA-KRISHNA will come to help him to cross the forest. To make that belief real or to uphold the trust of the boy in him, Krishna comes every day. The moral of the story was that "God helps those in need of him if they trust him". That was a beautiful story to have an impact on my little mind. I started to believe in God to fulfill all my petty wants from candy to exam. Thus started my conversation with God. Then as I grew up I started learning from spiritual experiences of many Tyagis like Ramakrishna Paramahamsa, Vivekananda, Ramana Maharshi. I began