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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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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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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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

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