Philosophy

The Quest of Questioning

India or Bharata has always been the land of seekers; and, when we seek, we question. The questions that we ask and the answers we get create impressions on our mind that eventually makes us who we are. After all, who are we but ourselves just before this present moment?

In my limited existence, I have realised the need to ask the genuine questions and the immaculate power that you inspire within when you get the right answers. As adults, we question less and believe that the questions that we have either will not be heard or are not worthy enough to be heard. At times, we even think them to be foolish. However, we all have been foolish once and it was the time when we were probably the happiest.

It was a time when we were all little children, looking up to people around us, our eyes gleaming with glitter and mouth with questions. We would ask and then ask more; our hunger for knowledge, learning and curiosity knew no bounds. But slowly and slowly our questions started to become irrelevant to the people around us; at our homes, and sadly even at our schools. We started to believe in the loss of value of our own questions and eventually, we became adults and our existence a pandemonious flute of doubts.

History has always told us that the people who dared to ask genuine questions (not just for the sake of it) made all the difference. In his famous speech, when Steve Jobs said “Stay hungy; Stay foolish”, he not only personified his own life but also the beauty of asking questions genuinely. There are three probable ways in which the quest of genuine questioning can be satiated (the list is not exhaustive). First, through already written readings and spoken words of people who had the similar quest; second, discussions with available people around us who had similar experiences (preferably with person/s who is/are a true Guru); and third, by going within your own existence and trying to find the answers there.

In the first two approaches there are chances that you might get diverted to the whims of others’ understanding. Hence, the third aspect becomes the most critical. Whatever you read in a book or hear in a speech; whatever you are being told by the people around you, it has to go under the test of your own wisdom and experience, and your own within must then tell you to either accept or reject. This inner voice knows all the right answers for you; it gets itself heard every time when you ask genuine questions and receive genuine answers. When this listening and telling happens, the real answers to your questions surface in front of your eyes and you get the true text and the real Guru/s.

So, ask those questions that you have today. But make sure that your wisdom and your voice of righteousness are behind it. Never be afraid. If you are a parent or a teacher, inspire your children to ask questions and never belittle them as a response to what they seek. If you are an adult, unmask that cloak of inhibition and start asking questions that you always wanted to ask, irrespective of the weirdness, difficulties and lack of space. Ask for it and it shall come.

“If you want to change the world, start by changing yourself. If you want to change yourself, change your questions.”

 

 

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Chinky & Cheeti! – A Story on financial literacy.

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100 little listeners!

Once upon a time there lived a young girl of 12 named Chinky in Haripur Krishna village. Her parents had a big farm where they would grow different kinds of vegetables but it was the Neem tree, standing tall in the middle of the farm, which was her favourite. She called him, Neem, her only friend who would listen to all her stories and make her problems go away. She used to love eating all kinds of candy-bars from the money she would get from her parents. Eating them with Neem was her favourite task every day which would make her very happy.

However, today is the day when Chinky is happy for another reason too. It is a day when her younger brother, as foretold by the local priest, is going to get born after 12 long years. The atmosphere all around is filled with laughter, chatter and happiness.

In the midst of all that, Chinky is sitting alongside her father and gulping a candy-bar that she has bought from the money that her father gave early morning.

“If you spend all your money on eating candy, what gift would you give your little brother?” her father asked.

“You will give me the money, Daddy.” Chinky grinned.

Both father and daughter were laughing when suddenly the doctor came out and said the words they all have been waiting to hear.

“Congratulations! A baby girl is born.”

The celebrations and the laughter stopped out of the blue. Chinky’s father sat on the floor crying looking up at the sky. As for Chinky, she could not understand what has happened.

“Why is everybody sad? I have a sister to share my candy now. This is a good thing, right?” she asked herself.

She ran down to her father who was talking to the local priest.

“You told me that a boy will take birth today. How can this be true?” he sobbed.

“Daddy, give me some money. I want to buy a gift for my sister.” Chinky asked politely.

“Go away! You will not get any money and the girl will not get any gifts from anyone.”

It is for the first time that Chinky’s father had talked to her in a rude manner. She started crying and ran towards Neem hoping he would help her somehow; the way he always does.

“I don’t understand why my father behaved in such a manner, he was so happy for
the arrival of the new baby and all of a sudden he became tensed and even shouted at
me, I have no money left with me after spending it daily on candy-bars. Please help me
get a gift for my sister.” she told Neem.

Of course, there was no answer from the other side.

She asked Neem again; begging him to give her the answers but there was none.

Devastated, she got furious at Neem and shouted, “This is the last time I am coming here, Neem.” and started to snivel louder. A slight thought of how she could have not eaten those few extra candies crossed her mind.

Suddenly, just as she was to leave his old friend behind, something painful bit her on the right leg. Looking down she saw something which would change her life.

“Hi! My name is Cheeti.” a little black ant said coming out of the cracks below Neem’s roots.

Before Chinky could say anything, Cheeti spoke, “I live below these cracks and when I heard that you will not be coming again, I started to fear for my family and decided to come out.”

“Why? What do you fear?” Chinky asked in astonishment.

“Every day when you come here and eat your candy-bar you leave crumbles all over the floor. After you leave, me and my family take them away and deposit it in our Food Bank. So, if you’d stop coming, there will be no food left for us.”

“What is a Food Bank?”

“It is a place where we save our food after we have eaten ours for the day. A food manager saves our food from other insects and after sometime gives us more than we initially submitted. This way we save our food for times of crisis.”

Chinky never thought that even small crumbles of her candy-bars has been helping an ant feed for her family.

“Don’t worry Cheeti, I will not stop coming here.” Chinky said wiping off tears from her eyes.

“Thank you. Also, I can tell you how you can get your sister a gift.”

“What? How? I don’t have any money left.”

“No worries. Just like ants collect little crumbles of food and save it for later, you need to collect and save little crumbles of money and then ask your father for help. He will guide you and take you to the money bank. And when you have enough money saved there, you can buy your sister any gift you want.”

After listening to Cheeti, Chinki got excited and thanked her and Neem for helping her.

“Thank you for helping me, my Neem and Cheeti!” she smiled and wrapped her arms around both of them.

At home, Chinky’s father was searching for her all around. He has realized that it was not decent of him to shout at his daughter and wanted to apologize. When she came home that day and told him the entire story, he was moved by her daughter’s desire to give her little sister a gift. He took her in his arms, apologized and promised that he will help her.

For the next few days, Chinky saved every penny her father gave her and finally took all the little crumbles of money to the village bank. 

“Please save my money here and give me more after sometime, I want to buy a gift for my little sister”

Amazed, the manager looked at her and giving her father a form to open a bank account, asked, “What will you give her?”

“An ant home.”

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As promised, here is the collection of the best moments in the fellowship till now!

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Adios Wipro! All started here.

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PSF Team!

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First Stop – Madurai!

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AKRSP(I), Gujarat

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A Smile that Laughed

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Eyes!

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Let’s play Dandia!

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The Start of one of many Communiy Level Meetings to come!

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Payali – Fall in love with her!

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They know how to pose!

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Memories!

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A view atop the “Chaar Paai”!

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She loves to pose for a photograph!

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Eenu Meenu! 😛

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Like a boss.

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A Grandma who comes daily to feed her mentally unique grandson in Haripur Krishna Middle School. Interestingly, Haripur Krishna is the first school I visited when I came to Bihar. Visiting many schools after that, I am doing my current project here. Grandma comes now and then too! 🙂

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One of the many school visits in Bihar!

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Lalita Devi – My First Interview! I was asked to take an interview of Lalita ji to know how toilet construction at her home changed her place for better. She played an instrumental role in influencing her community in bringing the much needed change to construct toilets in their homes. An Inspiration!

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The morning Cleanliness drive in Chausima School! This is the school where I first started the project. But, had to give it up as Hindu Muslim tension in the school were not ideal for a safe computer lab! It was a hard decision but a wise one.

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Love for Storytelling. One of the many storytelling sessions which happened while visiting from one school to another. Wonderful experience.

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100 little listeners!

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The Perfect Gola – A Flagship Story!

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Presenting the Project Plan in the first school – Chausima!

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Presenting the Project Plan in Haripur Krishna, the final project location!

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The school was apprehensive but supported the idea throughout!

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After the first computer class for the students in Haripur Krishna Middle School!

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Toilets Closed mostly in the schools. Reason?

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Another Image from schools

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It’s difficult to caption this image. Baal Mela is organized every month where children from different schools come together and participate in various activities such as Kabaddi, Athletics, Painting etc.

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Another Curiosity Generation Class for the students!

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The Storytelling Session – Students Presenting their Stories. The idea behind students presenting their stories was to work on an important Life Skill – presentation skill!

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Children engrossed in creating their stories

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Another Set of Students creating the stories

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Puppet Storytelling

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Cleanliness drive with the studnets

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Beautiful Capture – A class completely changed from an untidy room to this! 🙂

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Our School

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Haripur Krishna Middle School

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Storytelling through abstract Paintings!

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The Passion Tree by Kumar Shaw

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One Story in all these Images!

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Random Stories on the wall of our open space in the school

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The Big Picture

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The Magazine – Palak Preparation

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Hand Washing Monitoring Chart

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Didgital Storytelling

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Jai Ganesh

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Poems in our magazine

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About Computers

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Another Story

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Joke by Khushi

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General Knowledge

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The Imagination Captured

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Palak - The Back Cover

The Back Page of Palak’s Second Edition – Just look at the beautiful story!

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The Front Page of Palak’s Second Edition

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The Beautiful Story

PS: Thank you everyone for being what you are – Heroes! Come, let’s break the monotony of cynicism. We are 125,000 up. Support us, support Palak. Click here to contribute to our cause.

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The Fellowship’s Best Captured!

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The Journey!

My Little Date!

It isn’t the best of times to be in a place like Bihar. Summer has just started and it is getting at its playing best slowly but steadily. But, there is no fun when you start feeling yourself comfortable in one of the difficult places to live in; you need more. Mosquitoes, 13 – 15 hour power cut and hot weather conditions will give you exactly that.

It has been an amazing journey with SBI Youth for India  so far. I have done things which I always wanted to do and have also managed to pull out things I never imagined I ever could.

The past 2 weeks has been the most challenging 2 weeks of my entire life. Managing the whole campaign of “Palak – A Story of Start for the Children in rural Bihar”  haven’t been easy. When you do something of this sort, you need to talk to a lot of people at the same time and the best part is the need to talk to every person differently.

Amidst all the lovable chaos of running a campaign and deprived sleep, I have met the most wonderful people in my life right now; my children. There are days when we create stories and they are happy and there are days when they just want to learn computers and hence not so upbeat by the fact that we are still in the process of arranging the funds for the same. But, this is how the kids are supposed to behave, I believe. Sometimes, it is tough to keep the motivation level up for both me and these children but we are hanging in there.

But, there are some stories which takes away all the worrying and gets etched in your memory forever. Moments!

Yesterday when we were giving final touches to our second edition of children’s monthly magazine, Palak, one girl named Saloni came up to me and said something that made my rather gloomy day worth remembering.

“Will you come back tomorrow?”, she asked.

“No, I have work to do tomorrow. I will come the day after.”

Suddenly her face lost its smile and she said, “Aapke bina mann nahi lagta school me (I do not feel good without you in the school)”

The other children second her thought and said, “If you will not come, we are also not coming tomorrow.”

I was left speechless at the moment. At one end, I felt loved by the sincerity of these children towards me but at the other end I thought, “What will happen when I go?”

Later that day, Saloni asked if I could give her a ride back home on my bike. I was happy to do the service. With all the other children laughing around us, Saloni hopped on the bike and smiled with all the smiles she could gather. Amongst all the laughter and chatter, we took a turn out of the gate of the school and went on our little date!

PS: Our campaign Palak – A Story of Start has gathered momentum. We have arranged 86000 INR in a matter of 10 days with 75 people contributing. “Palak” stands to break the monotony of cynicism which exists in this world. It stands for all the goodness in this world. Do not judge me for doing what I am doing. Judge the work I am doing. Have a look. If you don’t like it, do not give a penny. If you do like it, give us a penny and help overcome the cynicism. Are you with us?

Pictures of the day: The front cover, the back cover and one of the published story in the children’s magazine, Palak. Photo Album Coming soon!

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Carpe Diem!, The Journey!

Let’s break the monotony of cynicism!

I have been called a maniac many a times because sometimes when I speak, people would be like, ‘Kya bolna chahte ho bhai?’ I have had difficulties making people understand my view points quite often. Not that I could not communicate my thoughts but mostly because the person in front of me would easily mark me a maniac listening to what I had to say; quite literally. I thank  SBI Youth for India for giving me a platform where my voice was heard. Well, the setbacks haven’t stopped me from doing what I truly love. My love for people has always exceeded the melancholy of negativity which has surrounded the human race for so long now.

Well, it has been a while since I wrote on this blog, but I have been occupied a lot over the past month. Not only have I been enjoying; travelling to Bodh Gaya, a 3 day extended trip to Ahmadabad, a journey in a crowded passenger train, meeting a 94 year old man who has been running a school all alone without money, a 29 year old storyteller who changed my perspective towards life, a talk at Reserve Bank of India, and the stories my children create in a small village of Haripur Krishna, I have also been learning important life lessons.

Well, I am about to start something more wacky; something which will push me to the limits, even more. Not that SBI Youth for India has given the fellows less on the plate to push them to the boundaries; another addition will add on to the fun.

Over the past one month, I have been working on a storytelling project with the children. We have been telling our stories through different media; drawings, writings, abstract paintings, puppetry and so on. Now, we want to take it a notch above.

Before starting to work in this school at Haripur Krishna, I was told that most of the students haven’t even touched a computer in their lives. It is then I had decided to try and establish a mini computer lab in the school. The next thing which was in my mind is to teach students Life Skills through storytelling. The activities we do through storytelling not only sow the seeds of creativity in these young learners but also show them a world where imaginations are not discarded but celebrated.

In February, we had launched one magazine by the name of ‘Palak’. The origin of the name also has a very interesting story behind it. When Mr. Kumar Shaw (a storyteller who visited us) and I were discussing to give a name to our storytelling team for a group activity, we asked the children to suggest names for it. Some names that came up were ‘Ready’, ‘Khiladi’ and so on. Generally silent Khushi spoke this time and said, ‘Palak’. We liked the name then and there. I was really mesmerized by a class 5 student giving a beautiful name such as this. And, not only did she give the name; she touched her eyelids, gave a beautiful smile and said, ‘Palak’. It was a moment to remember for a lifetime.

Well, these are just a few of the stories that I have in my mind right now. There are more at the back of it. 🙂

We have recently launched a campaign to arrange for funds to create a little difference in the lives of these amazing children. I am glad to say that we have received your love and unconditional support till now. We have been able to arrange 20000 INR in a matter of 2 days with over 1000 views on the video shared on Facebook.

Please support us in this endeavour of ours to bring happiness in the lives of these children. In our madness of creating beautiful stories.

Go on the link to see our work and support usPalak – ‘A Story’ in making for the children in rural Bihar

See the video of our work at:  Palak – Breaking the monotony of Cynicism

PS: I will make up for my absence by doing something more crazy. Watch this space for more! 🙂

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