Education System, Parenting and Children

There are so many things we expect of ourselves, and others, as Adults.. there is a major need for awareness and a lifestyle change because of the serious threat to our Environment.. so many Social Evils.. diet.. exercise.. and most of all - Stress.. and the list goes on.. doesnt it make you wonder what is lacking in our Education System, that teaches us so many subjects, except how to cope with life.. with failure.. with stress.. with adversity.. Some would say, these are things we need to learn for ourselves.. granted, we should.. but don't we enhance these very things so much at school level, that the stigma remains sometimes as overt scars sometimes hidden.. and sometimes submerged..

We seriously need to take a closer look at our Education System.. School Curriculum.. Teaching System.. and Parenting, which should itself be a compulsory course connected with Pregnancy.. Most of the problems of the adult world don't just crop up from nowhere.. each having their root in some childhood experience.. and we still don't want to attempt at least some change..

It isn't just the education system that is to blame.. just having children does not make one an expert at bringing them up.. and there should be compulsory parenting classes.. for kids are often exposed to whimsical shouting, abuse or beating.. parental discord too takes its toll.. and in the race for making your child the best.. most forget what it does to the child.. where is the 'childhood' anymore.. children dancing in the rain.. or simply playing outdoors..

Things like Gardening.. Cooking.. First-Aid.. Basic Survival Skills.. Sports.. Music.. Art.. the Environment.. keeping our Surroundings clean.. respect for life and Humanity.. can easily be an intrinsic part of our schools.. instead of teaching subjects by rote.. marking failures.. stamping them as such.. throwing them out or making their admission impossible..

what message are we giving here.. would life ever be the same without a farmer.. a carpenter.. a singer.. a musician.. a cricketer.. a cook etc.. then why and how do we mark 'FAILURE'.. we call Lata Mangeshkar ji Bharat Ratna.. people almost revere Mr.Amitabh Bachhan.. idolise Mr. Sachin Tendulkar.. rave about Mr.A.R.Rehman's music.. the point being.. Lataji cannot be Amitji.. nor Mr.Sachin Mr.A.R.Rehman.. but they are all people with uniquely amazing talents..

iota of life

where most of us have become inured to pain, you can celebrate this iota of life, that can still feel.. stepping away enough to see the reality of those tiny chinks of gaping holes.. and the beauty of the light streaming through.. and though the 'I' in us determines our universe.. it still holds unmatched beauty as the miracle of a unique truth.. essential to that path and the lessons therein.. who are we to judge or question or criticize.. when each drop of divinity patiently waits to be recognized.. to be freed.. to merge with the sea..

carefree innocence is the essential nature of a child.. one we try our best to protect.. but still one that never ceases to surprise too.. if only we could see the world through their eyes.. instead of trying to help them see it through ours..

Certain things in the world appeal to us. Certain things don't. We have our considered opinions about different issues. We may believe there is a benign power somewhere that cares for us or that it's a chaotic world without any rhyme or reason. How we perceive the world not only tells about the world, but it is also a reflection of how our mind works. Seeing our own mind in how the world appears to us is to come full circle. Zen Philosophy

shifting hues

it's rare to speak with carefree and candid exuberance.. our minds rule over lifetimes.. keeping our maths and accounts in order.. but it is our hearts that fill life with tiny joyflowers.. a familiar melody.. a fragrance.. a heartbeat.. a smile.. compelling.. strengthening.. fleeting.. permeating.. with shifting hues of us..

writers who can weave stories that breathe with rhythmic wonder.. the lure of the mystique showers as shimmering raindrops riveting changing hues of sunshine before quietly merging into the sea..

this sense of mystic mystique are silent notes finding the hidden lyrics within.. but in awe we hear the unheard strings of our heart..

reality and dreams

what an irradiatingly compelling image.. the 'weaving of reality & dreams'.. a picture I read about recently comes to mind.. of an androgynous human figure.. standing up,hands clasped in prayer, but with four legs and no head.. only ferns and flowers instead.. with a small smiling face drawn over the heart..

according to the image, to find the balance between worldly pleasures and spirituality this is what one must become.. with feet grounded so firmly on earth as if one has four legs.. that way we can be a part of this world.. but we must stop looking at it through our head.. but look through our heart instead.. in a perfect weaving of reality and dreams..

pulse of life

'Being' is the only word truly synonymous with life.

congratulations!! for this glimpse into 'divinity' in some form.. all you need is a look within.. to complete the introductions.. one can't help but celebrate moments like these.. meeting God in every moment that touches our heart.. ethereal notes unbidden stringing the rhythmic pulse of life..

more beautiful than the music in words is the glimpse of sheer joy pulsing through a heart.. radiant.. irrespressible.. free.. a shower of sparkling shards of sunshine.. dancing to the rhythm of every pore..

regret and remorse

dealing with pain and remorse is never easy nor is there any singular antidote that helps.. our minds torment us in unique and personal ways that none can comprehend.. regret and remorse can have two paths in front of them.. one in which we hold on to them weighing us heavily down.. burning our very soul for lifetimes.. but neither helping us nor the incident that caused them.. till we learn to 'let go'

and the second path realizes the impossibility of going back in time to undo all that's already happened.. understanding the necessary 'lesson' needed to be learnt.. as the only good that can result from moments already past.. in that lesson is our forgiveness.. for every moment is meant to teach.. and only our 'vanity' thinks we are unique to our mistakes.. everyone is treading the same path

every experience is unique to that moment.. determining the next step of our life.. though the way might be the same.. our perceptions define the range we see..

untouched melody

music is in the cosmos.. and only a true sentient raptures to it's divine rhythm.. in this miasma of words.. our perceptions string an untouched melody.. where letters fade into unrecognizable rhythmic patterns.. and the heart dawns to moving perceptions

isn't our interactive presence itself a miracle.. maybe for notes that none other can recognize..

don't rue not being able to talk.. how many conversations can transport or transcend.. touch or heal.. refresh or energize.. teach or educate.. celebrate or rejoice.. the seamlessness of the natural and divine..

lotus flower

the beauty of internet.. God's solution to the rising population with karmic confluence.. each a perpetual student.. and master.. at the same time..

our interactions are like a lotus flower.. as for the master and disciple argument.. let's just say one is impossible without the other.. elevation, mist and light.. ethereal choice of words for lightening the way.. each one of us seeks..

don't know about the 'transformation'.. but life's subtle nuances and fleeting tangencies determine the imprints of our tread.. that need simply to meld into the sand..

addiction

isn't life another form of addiction demanding a constant 'fix' .. out of control.. with its heady and tormenting highs and lows..waiting for us to find the reserves of strength held within.. equipped to deal with the painful withdrawal symptoms..

the true wonder of life is in the comprehension of reality wrapped in a handful of thoughts and words and perceptions.. grasping.. ruing.. this fistful of air

only a smile holds the purest glow spreading lighting every heart.. a reassuring link with divinity and life.. how can we not rejoice.. how can we not be shamed.. with the seamless cohesion of a thought.. defying man's audacious boundaries..

life-banks

theories are all we have.. I often wonder about the enlightened souls of past.. and what changed for them.. and all I can understand is.. their 'vision' opened to the oneness of all beings into a singular divinity.. and the resultant peace and joy of this 'awakening'.. non-judgmental and forgiving the people of this world for none is separate.. free from the cycle of karma.. knowing each of us sleep-walks their way through lifetimes..

none different from another except in the 'meanings' each puts into their respective life-banks.. thus determining the path each takes..

who knows if the environment evolves or the subject.. in a universe determined by our own 'collective' consciousness..

catharsis

a parent's lap is the most heavenly secure cocoon one can ever have.. we all need a catharsis to help cleanse our soul.. that nevertheless aches sometimes for the silent touch of profound empathy.. the beauty of life is in the thought that we are all one.. separation a mirage.. life impermanent.. unreal..

Reality Bites!

Multifaceted!!

asides

do we want to make mistakes a burden of regrets or stepping stones to a qualified tread.. 

if learning something new brings the child in us alive, let us continue to refresh our souls.. 

every festival celebrates the sanctity within.. 

words help us meet and silence compels to stay.. 

'Social Network' - a driven resolution.. one who has no time for social niceties, gives the world the most amazingly Brobdingnagian social network.. really worth a watch.. 

imagine the heady touch of a single moment suffused in the 'present'.. 

The 'I' in us determines our world! 

any opinion remains just that.. as it is our own minds make it difficult to hear our heart above their constant din.. we can do without more noise.. 

we are like the sea.. holding depths untold.. reflecting hues unique to that person, moment or relationship.. 

whatever the provocation, pleasantness works.. in a natural requisite to 'look good' people invariably respond in kind.. 

if sound vibrations affect our Universe, then hope we find the right decibels of joy.. 

what makes us constantly criticize family and friends, when no one knows their nature better than us, and we are the ones keeping them in our lives.. 

life is held in it's moments, but with our minds cavorting in the past or future, it sometimes escapes unnoticed.. 

relish and embrace the diversity in your soul! any outside criticism or approval somehow colors the assurance in our soul.. 

people living in myriad hearts don't even know how many places they have visited.. 

after a few years of marriage individuals metamorphose into a couple.. and each time you turn to each other.. you stop seeing a person separate from yourself.. just, a spouse.. a sharing so elemental.. that interactions and nature surpass the physical.. 

most of our heart-ache stems from our reactions being swifter than our reason.. 

words can be lethally used for arming or disarming..

amidst rhythmic cadences dishing food for the soul, I touched the spirit of friendship.. and felt it smile.. 

friendships reflect in treasured enchantment.. a real heady and potent celebration, lighting myriad wicks of beaming memories.. 

if the color of death remains the same for all.. why does life hold such distinguishable shades.. 

why fixate on the 'pots of gold' when rainbows personify the 'richness' of life.. 

these memories become our treasure troves, where our hearts hug our loved ones and are refreshed.. hope we find the strength to hold on with a smile.. 

this world needs more people with a rummy 'spirit'.. an irreverent mix of sobering and heady all at once.. 

everything holds many facets and no singular truth, because truth remains a perception in individual hearts.. and our progress becomes a necessary step towards science to prove them.. 

in lighting our homes do we forget to ignite a candle in our own hearts.. for the flame of divinity needs but a spark.. 

let us clear our hearts enough to share the steady flame of life within.. and help connect myriad wicks celebrating a singular humanity..

poetic wanderings

why does love embarrass us more than hate.. maybe because our emotions need to validate and hate finds easy reciprocation.. 

in this essential need to do something all the time, we miss an introduction to ourselves.. 

let us in ourselves, create an idyllic environment for romancing the myriad hues of unfolding life nestled in the lap of Nature.. 

the lure of the mystique showers as shimmering raindrops, riveting changing hues of sunshine, before quietly merging into the sea of our selves.. 

Dussehra is celebrated by burning effigies that personify the victory of good over evil.. but everyday we struggle to confront, expose and wither our own negativism, silencing the mayhem of myriad voices within.. making life itself a celebration.. whether Ram or Ravan or entire islands.. the struggle.. the fight.. the victory.. still remains singularly universal or apathetic.. as we choose.. 

countless moments metamorphose in our hearts holding varying hues of sanctity.. as simple things.. gestures.. and people affect our lives.. all our celebrations mingle with myriad embracing smiles.. 

does the phrase 'jump to conclusions' mean we skip the listening part.. 

even though most of us are the same.. some might even recognize their mistake but very few would acknowledge, accept or declare.. 

maybe we should accept both negative and positive as an integral part of us and help transform the same instead of resistance and denial..