Two parents, likely Indian origin, holds hands of their two young children.
Notes to my child, Philosophy

The Kind of Love That Raises Us—and the Kind We Choose to Give

We don’t usually internalize this but, I think, we are, for most part, exactly like our parents. The debate between nature vs nurture in playing a pivotal role in building our adult personalities is an old one. Earlier, during my twenties, I had a firm belief that nature dominates over nurture. This belief, however, has now shifted entirely — I now feel that nurture matters far more.

This shift came from learning how children actually learn (my education at Harvard helped). It is also connected to my education in scientific concepts like the evolutionary history of the homo sapiens as species. Understanding how we are brought up during our childhood opens up opportunities to understand who we are today. It’s also the key to making ourselves overcome certain limitations our upbringing may have brought to us. Understanding our childhood is the first step in overcoming these limitations.

This raises the question: what’s the key to a good nurturing in childhood?

I think the prominent answer to that lies in love. If a child receives love from their parents, or from a “concerned adult”, it creates a powerful sense of stability in children. This feeling of stability extends well into adulthood.

A lack of love between parents often becomes visible in a child’s upbringing. It can make a child feel very insecure or afraid. Continuous fighting between parents can also cause insecurity in a child. This insecurity may well extend into adulthood. In cases when one parent is missing, the other parent’s role becomes even more crucial. They must ensure their child gets unbiased love from them. I refer to this love as “positive love”. It’s the kind of love you’d expect Harry Potter’s parents to give to him. It’s the kind of love that makes you brave, courageous, kind, unafraid of failure, and empathetic to others.

Then, there’s also the kind of love we may refer to as “non-positive love”. A good example of that love is what Harry’s cousin Dudley or Harry’s nemesis, Draco Malfoy, received. Though unconditional, this kind of love had made both Dudley and Malfoy deeply insecure, turning them into bullies. It made them consistently compare with others, and nudged them to harm Harry at every opportunity they got. It’s the kind of love that makes anyone a coward, cruel, rude, clingy, selfish, jealous, and afraid of failure.

Few traits of Positive loveTraits of Non-positive love
Mostly driven by love between parents /concerned adultMostly driven by loss of love between parents; fighting/bickering between parents/concerned adult
Children don’t often compare themselves with other children Children compare themselves with others, primarily driven by parents need of comparison or fear
Children are not afraid of failure because they know they can fall back on their parents; parents encourage failure as a positive learning experienceFailure is considered a reflection of parent’s report on their parenting; children feel failure is the end of the world; they hesitate in feeling dependent on their parents
Mostly make children kind, secure, brave, and empathetic to others Mostly make children cruel, clingy, and show lack of empathy to others
The kind of love we believe Harry Potter’s parents would have given him if they were alive The kind love given to Dudley, Harry’s cousin; or to Draco Malfoy, Harry’s nemesis at Hogwarts
Kinds of love that children get from parents/concerned adults


There’s a third kind of love too which is nothing but the “absence of love”. Under this condition, the child often feels conflicted with the concept of love itself. Having no sense of what that feeling is, they feel disconnected with their surroundings. A feeling of emptiness, or in some cases, abandonment takes over.

In Harry’s case, after he went to Hogwarts, he understood that he was loved by his parents. He realized this even though they were dead. He understood that love can be felt even when the person is not there with you anymore. The “absence of love” happens when, despite the presence of the parents/concerned adult, the child doesn’t get love.

As children grow old, they also fall into one of these categories as adults. This happens because of the intimate experience of going through it with their parents or a concerned adult. In a way, the children turn into their parents.

This categorization sticks through our adult life unless we take concerted efforts to understand our upbringing and make efforts to transform us into “positive lovers”. The natural categorization influences us to reflect positive, non-positive or absence of love in almost all aspects of our lives. This includes who we date and marry, and what career we choose. Most importantly, it involves how we raise our own children (if we choose to have them).

But what’s the process of becoming a “positive lover”? In my opinion, it has three steps to it:

  1. Analyze and acknowledge the kind of love we received in our childhood. It is important to be non-judgmental to our parents/concerned adult while doing this exercise.
  2. Determine our current category (positive, non-positive, or absent) as an adult.
  3. Identify concrete actions/steps towards becoming a positive lover. Writing these steps are helpful.

The third step is crucial because it will determine the type of children we will raise. The children we will raise is directly based on the type of adult we are while raising them. Personally, for me, having the idea of children excites me. Many of my friends and I are at a stage where we are planning to have kids. Some of us already have them. For my future children, I want to make sure that I provide them with “positive love”.

Of late, I have realized that parenting is probably one of the most powerful tools for self-transformation too. When we will choose to parent differently — with more awareness, empathy, and intention — I believe that we will start to heal parts of ourselves we didn’t even know were wounded. We will begin to notice patterns in our own behaviors that once went unquestioned. We will pause before reacting, will listen more closely, and will try to give our children the kind of love we may have missed.

Of course, none of this could happen without taking the first step in acknowledging that our behaviors as an adult are a reflection of our upbringing. Accepting that is in itself a daunting task. By choosing to acknowledge it and raising our children on the foundation of “positive love” , we aren’t just shaping our children’s lives — we are also reshaping our own. Parenting, in that sense, isn’t just an act of giving. It’s also a process of becoming. We get a second chance at childhood through the eyes of our kids. And in that second chance lies the possibility of deep, lasting change.

Understanding the kind of love we received as children isn’t just about looking back — it’s about taking charge of who we become. Whether we grew up with positive love, non-positive love, or the absence of it, we always have the power to rewrite our story – and in turn, writing the story of our children’s lives.

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Philosophy

The Money-Relationship Framework of Happiness

What matters most to humans at an individual level? Is it money, relationships, or a combination of two which we sometimes refer to as “happiness”?

Money * Quality of Relationships = Happiness ?

For many years of my life, I have closely observed what it feels like to be living in the state of feeling that you lack something, especially money. When I was a kid, money did not come easily for my family. My father, who was a highly successful civil engineer did not save much before he passed away in an accident. The immediate years after his demise forced us to live a life of constraint. As a kid, you don’t really feel these things. This is especially true when you have a loving adult in your life. Friends also make a big difference. In my case, I had both. My mother and sister loved me unconditionally and gave me a life of stability. I had amazing friends with whom I shared my life. In a way, for most of the time in my childhood, I felt happy because of the quality of relationships I had. These relationships made me believe that I wasn’t lacking anything important.

When I was a KIDMoneyQuality of relationshipHappiness
High ~~~~
Low~~
Extremely low
Money-relationship framework when I was a kid

On the other hand, I saw poverty – the absolute lack of money – firsthand when I started telling stories to children in the villages of Bihar, Uttar Pradesh, and Rajasthan in India. It is here that I observed closely the daily lives of hundreds of kids who chose to come to school more for a promise of a free meal than for the love of learning. The quality of relationships didn’t matter because the lack of financial means made their day-to-day survival extremely challenging. It is my understanding that they lacked what I as a kid felt as “happiness”. The frame of reference for these kids having extremely low money made for low happiness in their lives, irrespective of the quality of relationships they had. Sadly, for lakhs of kids, that’s how their lives are even today.

Poor kids in rural IndiaMoneyQuality of relationshipHappiness
High Irrelevant
LowIrrelevant~~
Extremely low ~~Irrelevant
Money-relationship framework for many kids in rural India

My assumption is that the readers of this written piece would not be in the zone of what is referred to as the phase of “extremely low money” where quality of relationships is irrelevant to the level of happiness they feel. In fact, the quality of relationships are what matters the most to how happy or sad, you, my reader must feel.

If I consider my life today, I think the quality of relationships I have plays a prominent role in determining my happiness. Money, yes, does play its role but for me it is something that helps me to not consistently think about how to earn it. Having “enough” of it makes me believe that I can do things that I really enjoy doing and to not fear about where my next meal would come from – something that a child and their parents in rural India have to consistently think about!

My current frameworkMoneyQuality of relationshipHappiness
High ~~~~
Enough~~
Low
Extremely low
Here is how my money-relationship framework looks like today.
Note: “Enough” is something that each individual defines for themselves. Enough is personal!

I want to go deeper into the quality relationships I have today.

First, I continue to have a stronger thread from my childhood in the form of my loving mother. Having that relationship intact and knowing that she will be there no matter what has helped me anchor key facets of my life. Having said that, there are many a toxic threads from my childhood that I have cautiously cut; from uncles, aunts, and friends who tried to harm me emotionally on purpose.

Second, after many unsuccessful love relationships, for the last seven years or so I am in the most loving relationship with my current wife; a relationship built on common foundational values of strong family values, respect, and freedom.

Third, my friends. Some of them have been with me since I was in school or college. These foundational friendships make me fall back on honest counsel from time-to-time and to live back what is “good” inside me in times of self-doubt and sadness.

Together, these relationships forms the pillar of what brings me happiness most days. My work adds to my fulfillment, but the security of enough money and the strength of these bonds form the true foundation of my well-being.

Now imagine, suddenly, these pillars go “poof”. My life suddenly starts to feel miserable! For many adults, this “poofness” is a reality, a source of extremely low happiness despite enough or high levels of money.

It brings me back to the question of what matters most to humans? Is it money or relationships? Maybe for different people, different things may be dominating their mind-space right now. For all I know, without having your “enough” when it comes to money makes life challenging and the same goes for the lack of quality of relationships.

The answer, then, lies somewhere in the middle. Where enough money meets quality relationships!

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Philosophy

Conquering Dementors: How Memories Fight Our Fears

Today is about dementors; yes, the creatures that try to take out your soul by attacking your worst memories and fears. Even though dementors are a fictional character in the Harry Potter books and movies, we can find them every day in our daily lives. In today’s day and age, the whole industries are made around dementors; as in, the industry targets your fears and your worries, and push to you a limit where you feel your soul is leaving your body. When I think of dementors, in today’s context, I think of social media, the over-the-top noise levels of the newsrooms, and the tools that the authoritarian governments of today use to silence the voices of the people.

But, while dementors rule our psyche, it is also important to remember how Harry defeated them. In his discussion with Professor Lupin, the Hogwarts professor who deals in defeating dark magic, he tells Harry to think about his deep core happy memory. Remembering the memory, Harry casts the magic spell, while at the same time being shit scared of the dementor and its effect on his soul.

He defeats the dementor, of course. But it was not without realizing in the last scene of the Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban movie, while laying next to his Godfather Sirius Black, that it was actually him (and not his father) who came and saved him. In a way, Harry was his own savior. But he was helped by his core happy memories and his newfound love for his Godfather. Both made him overcome his fear of dementors and made him choose love over fear; courage over anxiety.

Even though Harry was the chosen one, the best sorcerer/best student that Hogwarts could ever ask for, he was scared of dementors; much in the same way that we are scared of our worst fears and our worst worries. I am scared these days too. Of what’s happening around. Of what’s happening in the world with the rise of industries that target cashing in our worst fears; of maniacs becoming leaders of countries; of my future. But today I choose to remember my core happy memories and to cast a spell to defeat these monster dementors.

I choose to remember the time when my mom came back after months in Pune and I saw her at the Delhi airport. I hugged her. With the driver driving, as soon as I went inside the car, I lay may head on my mother’s lap and felt truly happy. That I belong somewhere.

I choose to remember coming back from a long trip to find my then-girlfriend—now my wife—waiting for me at the door. I hugged and kissed her, her face glowing in the soft light of the only lamp in the quiet, desolate village. I remember her warmth, that deep sense of coziness.

I remember playfully fighting with my wife on our bed and just laughing like maniacs in the middle of the night. I remember playing cricket with my nephew in Pune; taking him out for lunch in Rishikesh.

I remember leaving Bihar after a year of teaching stories and computers to children, and how the young kids didn’t want to let me go. They asked me to stay, to keep teaching them, to keep being with them. I stood among those girls and boys, both of us holding back tears, and made a silent promise to myself that I would continue working for the underprivileged.

I began this post thinking today was about dementors. I was wrong. It’s about the memories that drive them away. Love over fear. Courage over anxiety. Light over darkness.

What are your core happy memories? Maybe it’s time to revisit them today.

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Poetry, Articles

My Travel’s Conundrum

– To going back to how you felt and what you see! –

One and a half months before, Rovin and I undertook our journey across Central and South India studying some of the best alternate education school models in the country. This is one of the excerpts from our journey.

Our first destination is a school in Pune called Gyan Prabodhini. A school set up in the year 1969, it is a ‘world renowned’ school in Maharashtra. Haha, yes this joke is still doing the rounds! Anyway, Rovin would definitely have heard of this school before. He must have come across its existence in one of his myriad conversations with his friend-folks sometime. The thing with Rovin is that he knows too much, loves to eat even more and is extremely hilarious. He is hungry for three things: knowledge, food, and bad jokes. Once while we were standing in a queue to wash our utensils in the office, he mentioned to one of our colleagues that he is right now standing in “Katar” (meaning “queue” in Hindi). After a brief pause, with his eyes gleaming as he opened his mouth, he said that he is not in “Qatar” (a place in middle-east) but in “Katar”. His jokes are mostly as legendary and epic as this one. Now, everyone can guess what it means to be around him. It means an endless ‘Qatar’ of jokes. He is the Uday Chopra of bad jokes, basically!

Unlike Rovin, I had not known about the existence of Gyan Prabodhini until my mentor at Vision India Foundation, Nomesh Ji, told me about it on the day when Rovin and I met him to discuss this journey which we were about to undertake. He had just thrown to us the challenge to travel and visit the best alternate schools, learn from them and come back. “All of this has to be done in one single trip”, he said. “How is this even possible?” I had found myself thinking. Before I could add a flame to the fire to my mind’s thoughts, I saw Rovin and Nomesh Ji already starting to plan which schools we should visit, the number of days we should spend at each school, and other details. I like to live in spontaneity and this is the most spontaneous unseen adventure in a long time that was being unfolded in front of my eyes. I was also a part of the discussion now but was mostly watching my senior folks spreading the magic with their work. Truly inspiring!

After almost an hour of brainstorming, we had finally selected six schools: Gyan Prabdhini in Pune, Shishuvan in Mumbai, Vande Mataram Foundation schools in Hydeabad, Rishi Valley School in Madanapalle, Isha Home School in Combatore, and Aurobindo Ashram Schools in Pondicherry. We would be covering these schools in a period of almost a month with our travel starting from the first week of September.

I have lived in Meerut for the most part of my quarter-life. It is a place which is 60 Kilometers from New Delhi. As a kid, the only time when I went outside Meerut was when I had to visit my grandparents’ home in Roorkee or visit my aunts and uncles in different cities. Belonging to a lower middle class family, travel was a luxury and hence we had it in limited doses. This limited travel instilled in me the fear of travelling so much so that I would ask a thousand questions to my sister and mother whenever I had to go to any place outside Meerut; asking the bus conductor where to get down also was a big task at times. This fear continued until I went to Bangalore alone for the first time. Wipro Technologies was kind enough to have given me an offer to come and work for their company and I had readily accepted it. Within a year though, I had already left my job and had gone into the wild. One year later, I had already traveled the length and breadth of this country; from Ahmadabad to Bihar; and from New Delhi to Hyderabad. Travel became a part of my existence and a fearful boy had suddenly become fearless. But I had never done a travel journey like the one that we just ended up planning. One month of continuous travel, meeting people, visiting schools, learning about education and re-educating our own understandings about the existing systems of education is something that was challenging and exciting at the same time.

Two and a half months later, when I reached New Delhi railway station to travel to Pune on the morning of 9th September, like a thousand times before, my train had got delayed. Searching for the place to spend the next two hours, I found an empty bench at the far end corner of platform number 4 and sat on it to open and write in my diary. There is a thing about diaries. It not only tells you who you are right now in the moment but also who you were a while back and what you aspire to become in the future. As I started to write, my mind again transported back to the day of our meeting with Nomesh Ji and Rovin. After all the planning was done, the inner voice within me asked a very important question. It was probably the most important question that anyone should ask. Or was it?

As I paused for a while, with Nomesh Ji and Rovin’s eyes, ears turned towards me, I asked, “How would we wash our clothes while travelling continuously?” It did not take me much time to comprehend the absurdness of this question. I was waiting for my senior fellows to make me remind the same.

“Don’t worry! It will not be a problem. You will figure it out.” said Nomesh Ji.

Rovin, on judging the situation perfectly came to my rescue and told me that this is the last thing that I should worry about. Of course, I knew it. The question was absurd but the answers were beautiful. The boundary of being always trying to be correct and being yourself was broken, in my mind and heart. I was certain now that when you are just yourself, and you have people who knows and respects who you are, you have reached the right destination in your life.

I gave a little smirk to my own foolishness as I remember this incident. I could now hear the sound of the engine from a distance. The train has come a few minutes earlier than scheduled. As I laughed off this incident, I began to put my bags on my shoulders. I had a baggage now but I had lost my inhibitions; of travelling, of always trying to correct and being someone else. I had begun my journey to Pune, the city of virtue and knowledge.
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Philosophy

A Starry Question

When I write this, I do not speak for all but for the questions that I have had and the answers that I have received. It is not to say that if you disagree with me, you seem to have either the right or the right answer. It plausibly means that the way you have explored the world around yourself is different than the way that I have explored it.

In my last post, The Quest of Questioning, I talked about how the quest of genuine questioning is the one ultimate quest of human existence and how it can bring you close to who you were, are and will become. This quest will eventually lead you closer to your potential as an individual and to all the possibilities that life can expect out of you. Since the time I was a child, I have had thousands of genuine questions and I would always be seeking answers to them. Most of the times these answers eluded me and as I became older, the answers seem to have forgotten their way towards me.

One of the most pertinent questions that I have had in my childhood came when my father expired. I was six years old and at that time I did not understand what had happened and how it would shape me as a person in the future. I had thousands of questions which I wanted to seek; one of them being, ‘Out of everyone, why only him and why only me?’ People around me gave answers which could not satisfy me. They said that it is the God’s will and that no one could stop what is already destined. This particular statement intrigued me and I began to ask more. “What is destiny?” “Can we ever change it?” “Who decided what is my destiny?” As a kid when I would ask these questions I would either not be taken seriously or given answers which took me back to the God.

I also went to the temples to look for my answers. I did all my rituals which were told to me by my family. By the time, I got into an adult phase, the worldly attachments had started to take over. My genuine quest of asking questions was replaced with my quest of being visible in this world. And then, one day, everything was defined.

Once, I got my hands on a piece of paper which had all my life written over it. It had mentioned all the subjects that I would be interested in, the time when I would get married, and so on. In India, astrology is a revered science and every news channel in the morning becomes a horoscope predicting machine. In the Hindu traditions even today, many events are decided based on the horoscope with marriage being on this list. After so many years, finally I had found answers to my questions. At the time of my birth, based on the position of the stars and planets, my life was decided and it continues to decide my fate even today. I could see some relevance of it in my current life too, at that time. Yes, I was an angry kid! Yes, my birth had an impact on the health of my father! Yes, I would be interested in subjects such as administration and education! With all these correlations coming true, it became an eternal truth for me. My fate was sealed. And, I had accepted it.

Recently, I arrived at crossroads where this eternal truth started to take over my whole life. My thoughts instead of focusing on my actions started to focus on my stars. My past started to come into my present and it started to empower both my present and my future. Something was not right. Is my destiny really sealed for good by the stars? I decided then that it was time to seek again and to find more answers. My quest lead me to some days where I would just find myself completely overpowered by the intensity of this search.

After days of search, I finally found some answers. These answers blew my mind. The stars and the planets actually do play a significant role in our lives until we let them do so. All of this can be controlled if we take life into our own hands and change the course of our own destiny. Such a powerful realisation to have! The Hindu philosophy which believes in astrology also says that you can chalk out your own life by taking control of your actions. I have heard all of this a million times in motivational quotes and books. But when I found its existence on my own, through my work and research, it has become much more striking.

The people that you meet daily who advice you and give suggestions on how to shape your life through the movement of the stars and planets are not wrong.  However, they aren’t right either. Indian spiritual guru, Sadhguru, in one of his conversations said that when people who have decided to take on a spiritual path go and meet people who are the ‘star-tellers’ are mostly categorically told that now since you have taken life into your own hands, no one will predict your future but yourself. This understanding of taking life into our own hands is both powerful and scary at the same time. How wonderful it is if you become the master of your own fate? You can be anyone. Who will you be?

 

 

 

 

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