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Yesterday I brought banana from the market. It brought many memories in my and my mothers mind. We both recollected how my son used to love banana when he was a small kid. When ever he will see any vendor selling banana he will simply shout ‘Kola Kola’, instead of ‘(Kela, Kela, banana is called ‘Kela’ in hindi). He was simply mad after this fruit.
My mother told another incidence which was told to her by her friend say’ Neeta’. Neeta, her son (Few years old) and husband missed the train and had to cancel the trip as husband refused to travel by any another means (he is a pass holder of railways). It was hot summer time and instead of taking auto etc husband preferred to walk. Suddenly the son saw banana cart and asked Neeta to give one banana. Neeta requested husband to buy banana and give to son. The husband in turn first abused wife, then purchased one banana and literally pushed it inside the mouth of his son. Little boy choked and panicked and his eyes watered. ‘Kha kha aur mar’ were the sentences of father.
After hearing this incidence I am really disturbed. This is not a story. Yesterday I saw so many articles on fathers day and at the same time I heard this.

It requires courage

The month of May is the month of results. Every other day, some or the other result appears in the newspapers. There is one thing that I find common in every interview. Any guess?

Every student says "The credit of my success goes to my parents.”

Whenever I read these lines, the same thought comes to my mind. It is the duty of parents to provide all forms of support, moral or otherwise, to their kids. They have, at best, fulfilled their responsibility. Why do the students always have to thank their parents and no one else for their success? In majority of cases some one else may be responsible in inducing the competitive spirit in the student. But it requires courage to name the person from whom you got the strength and will power to excel in life.

I am yet to find a student who can boldly say that parents' support is any way there but the person xyz was responsible for his growth. He was the inspiration in his life.

No some people do mention. There is a bookish answer: Abdul Kalam Ji is my idol. He may not be aware of the great things Kalam sahib has done but in ‘rata rataya speech’ it is always some great leader.

जीवन में प्रेरणा किसी से भी मिल सकती है. आवश्यकता है उस व्यक्ति का मान करने की. यदि Teacher ने आपकी सहायता की है तो उसे बताने या स्वीकार करने में लज्जा कैसी? मुझे जो पाठ पेपर वाले ने सिखाया मैं भूल नहीं सकती. अब कभी भी नि:स्वार्थ काम की बात आई तो वह मेरा आदर्श रहेगा.

Anyway, this is life.

छोटी छोटी बातें दिल को छू लेती हैं. आज कुछ ऐसा ही हुआ. कल के न्यूज़ पेपर में मेरा एक interview आया था. चेतन भगत की नई किताब three mistakes in my life को बेस बनाकर जानना चाहते थे की हमारी लाइफ में भी कुछ ऐसा हुआ है क्या. सबेरे जब मैं घूमने जा रही थी तब पेपर बाटने वाले लड़के ने मुझसे पुछा कि कल के पेपर में आपका ही interview आया था न. मुझे सुनते ही आश्चर्य हुआ क्योंकि यह कोई नया लड़का था जिसे मैंने कभी देखा नहीं था. उसने तुरंत साइकिल पर के पेपर के बंडल से कल के पेपर का वह पेज निकल कर मुझे दिया और कहा कि वह जानता है कि मेरे यहाँ दूसरा पेपर आता है. मेरे पास यह पेपर नहीं होगा इसलिए कल जब उसने मेरा फोटो पेपर में देखा वह मुझे पहचान गया और उसने पेपर उठाकर रख दिया. उसकी यह बात मेरे दिल को छू गई. उसकी यह भेट मेरे लिए बहुमूल्य है जो जीवन का पाठ पढाती है. अच्छाई करने का मौका कभी नहीं चूकना चाहिए.

Mother's feelings on her son's 18th birthday

Every mother loves her child. For her the children are Universe. When she is married, her husband is every thing to her. When the kids arrive she devotes her entire energy and time in their upbringing. The kids grow and in time leave the nest and the mother is all alone. Mothers are more attached to son (Biologically proved J). Here I tried to put in words feelings of a mother on her son’s 18th birthday. Hope u like it. Do drop comment if u like. Do criticize if you don’t like.

Earth Day

Today is Earth day and I thought of sharing this poem with all. We all have to take care of Mother Earth. She is the real provider.

EARTH DAY POEM by Jane Yolen
I am the Earth
And the Earth is me.
Each blade of grass,
Each honey tree,
Each bit of mud,
And stick and stone
Is blood and muscle,
Skin and bone.
And just as I
Need every bit
Of me to make
My body fit,
So Earth needs
Grass and stone and tree
And things that grow here
Naturally.T
hat's why we
Celebrate this day.
That's why acrossThe world we say
:As long as life,
As dear, as free,
I am the Earth
And the Earth is me.

Management Training at Hyderabad

I went for management training to Hyderabad. I had a wonderful experience there. Home away from home for 12 days. All the facilities, right from yoga to swimming (Although I did not swim) to Gym were there. I along with my frined there wrote a small poem which tells about day to day happeneing in the training.
Here it goes:-
आये हम बेला vista (Beautiful view it means) में लेकर बहुत आस
कैसे बीते ये १२ din बताते हैं हम सबको आज
२७ लोगों का था जमघट, Pramilaji aur Ushaji ne kiya hamara swagat
आई Pratibhaji, लेकर managerial role, Admin, lib, योगा में dimag हुआ गोल
पहले din hi group banaakar, Diya experience sharing ka kaam
Ushhaji ne kar di, Ham sab ki Neend haraam
Murli Krishna ji ne Space mein hamko ghumaya
Integration presentation sabko pasand aaya.
Reddy mam ke saath gender issue tha bada hot
Sudhaji ne diya cost managemtn ka shot
Pandeji ka andaaj tha sabse nirala
Firdausiji ki excercise ne sabko clean bold kar dala
Raj ji ne liya friday ka poora ticket
Satyam presentation (We had been to Satyam school of leadership) ne sabko kiya chakit
Oh, what a scene at Golkunda. Mosquitoes, mosquitoes every where.
Golkunda ke mosquitoes ne diya sound light ka saath
Ramoji aur salarjung ki sabko rahegi yaad
Eggs saath lekar aaye saxena teacher
Gubbaro, kagaz se khele, saare future leader
Technical english aasan nahi, bole saxena saheb
Leadership and knowledge management chale saath saath
Training hamari khatam hui, par nahi hui yah gaatha
Aao milkar jane, training ke saathiyon ka khata
Achcha khana, welcome dinenr , Question, queries and answer
Ghar se baahar, hostel ke andar, Beete din raat aur manjat
Rajashree Somnath ne kheeche, training ke sabhi rang
Jolly ke sang Rajashree ne kiya, is kahani ka ant

This so called poem (Infact Aashu kavita it is called) was written within one hour.

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