Rahul Writes

Today I happened to read some of my two years old conversations with some other fellow bloggers. And I was surprised at what I read and understood.  

What one of them tried to make me understand in her writing, was really useful and so true. And my subsequent reply to her also appeared ‘wise’ and interesting. But now I could evaluate myself and see the conversation in a different light. I realised that at that time I had not properly understood what she wanted me to. It had created a bit of misunderstanding in the end. Today, by virtue of having experienced more I can understand better what she had said. This is also true about another conversation. What the person told at that time, still applies to me today but I haven’t thought about it properly.  

I think it happens because many times we ‘read’ more and ‘understand’ less. We ‘speak’ more and ‘accept’ less. Now I also realise the virtue of speaking less; something that I realised I completely lacked in those days.  

I think reading our own past communications can be liberating in some ways. If we observe properly we would note how we have been growing up with time, whether we are changing with time (which is very important), or whether we have been repeating the same mistakes again and again. 

One of my ex-roommates told me a story about his leg injury:  

One fine morning he was walking by the side of the road. Suddenly trouble arrived on wheels and on four legs. When he turned back, he watched in horror a motorbike zooming past him with a pack of dogs chasing it at full speed. Before he could understand anything, the bike had gone past and one of the dogs had run from in between his legs! Yes, while all dogs ran past him, one dog couldn’t wait to move sideways and found his path between his legs! My friend was stunned and paralysed, still not realising what had happened and he fell down on the road, hitting his leg badly. The drama didn’t end here!  

As the dogs realised that this guy had fallen down; and perhaps also because the motorbike had vanished by the time; they returned back. They came near to the guy who was on ground, suffering in pain. The dogs started weeping (this was his guess), making a sound of mee-mee… He was conscious enough to recognise the dog which was the ‘one’ who had passed in between his legs and this dog was the most humble with wet eyes, as if showing sympathy and repenting what he had done! By this time, some people came and sent him off to a hospital. 

When I heard this story which was funny indeed, I started laughing uncontrolled. My poor friend asked me not to laugh at him, though accepting that everyone so far who had heard this story had laughed without exception. Who won’t laugh at this funny incident? But the friend tells the bottom-line of the story: that day he realised how animals like dogs have also got sentiments and feelings of pain and sympathy for others! (I would add other ‘creatures’!)  

This is called a humble learning gained at a costly expense!  

- Rahul

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My Mother's Mother

Tomorrow is mothers' day. I want to write about my nani - my mother's mother. Some days back, she didn't get up in the morning. She was around 83.

She was a very very strong woman. The fact that she had lost her husband early, and had raised her three children mostly herself proves this to some extent. Her eldest son was her favorite ' he went on to the IITs and settled in the US. He has been a responsible son ' but he couldn't come home for the last rites. Other two sons did well too ' up to their interests and capabilities.

My mother has 'gone on' her mother, and I, on my mother. I hope you understand what is meant by 'going on' (resembling). So we had some connect :)

She had studied to some level, but when she went to the US and had to stay there for many years, she used to speak English and even taught in some school there! Like my grandmother, she was very broad minded, and understood even the technical details.

One thing she taught me ' the true meaning of being educated. She regarded highly those who had taken higher education ' though she got cheated some times by them too :) All because she trusted those who had studied much, and expected them to keep their words :)

Last time I met her, I was to leave my job and go for my MBA. She asked how much I get as salary. I avoided the question. Then she asked, "Do you get 30K?". My God! She was so smart! The next time I heard about her, she seemed to have found a girl for me, and was pushing my mother for fixing up! Thanks to her daughter, I was saved.

I had made many trips to her place (nani ke gaon) in my childhood. Remember when I woke up in the morning with two kittens sleeping with me? She was always a very warm hearted lady. And she loved her daughter so much, given that she was her only one. She used to call her: Sona, Sugga (parrot) and many more names. But she was really smart! I remember once we were leaving her place and she was crying, as the village people love to cry when especially daughters leave for sasural. Suddenly she stopped, enquired about something that was not to be forgotten to be kept with us, and when she was sure things were alright, she suddenly started crying exactly in the same pitch she had stopped :)

Today when she is no more, I don't know how many of them really cried. But we all will miss her very much.

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Personal Log

Grad card for my PG Diploma in Journalism and Mass Communication has come. I have passed :) I had told you about this earlier.

Have enrolled for a six month's certificate course in Disaster Management from Ignou. I had planned to do this course around the time Uphaar theatre tragedy had happened in Delhi. And I could do this course after so many years… Another proof that I never forget things :)

Third trimester exams of my MBA are over. And now Summer Internship has started. It is in Mumbai only, for two months. I joined on the job yesterday.

After my exams, I made a short trip to Delhi so see my sister. I had limited time and couldn't go to my hometown, as IRCTC website went down for ten minutes and in the meanwhile, the Tatkal quota seats reached 100+ in waiting. I had to remain content with a trip to my sister's place. And she tried to compensate for it by preparing really delicious stuff ' all my favourites. Mazaa aa gayaa! And I ate till my stomach gave in :)

And Dilli waalon, I liked your city very much. Roads in Delhi are much better than that in Mumbai, Metro trains are much-much better than our locals, but one thing: our Mumbaikars are slightly better behaved than yours :) And we have got sea beaches to compensate for your historical monuments and wide roads. Hey, I am not starting a war :)

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Messages from the Kiddo

I told you about my 2 years old nephew. While on my small stay with him, I learnt many things :)

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Even at his age, he knows the difference between good music and not-so-good music. And his choice of music is good, I share the same. Whenever a good song plays on the TV, he comes to us, snatches the remote control, and hides that under the cover of the sofa. And then he peacefully watches the song and even dances on the tune.

Many a times we don't stop even after we have found a perfect thing for us, and keep searching for the 'better' only to realise that now the 'good' is also not remaining. Better to be content in several matters. (don't read in between the lines please :)

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Once he had peed over his father's mobile phone, which stopped working after taking the bath. He understood his mistake. And how did he correct himself? Whenever he sees his father's mobile phone now, he comes to his mother and says, "Mommy, mobile chhupa do, Baasu kharab kar dega" (Mommy, please hide the mobile phone, otherwise Baasu will destroy it). (Baasu is his pet name.)

Silence and distance is a means to avoid a lot of problems.

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Many a times when the child gets hurt, we try to please him by hitting the place of the person who had hurt him. This is a negative way of correcting it. I observed the same practicing there, and pointed that to my sister. But the kid had found a way himself. When he cried, and people said, "don't cry, otherwise Doggy will come" (a negative thing), he cried more! He had become sensitive to the negative things that people said in order to scar him or to please him.  

Two negatives don't always make a positive. Hatred can't be won by more hatred; nor can anger be stopped by counter-anger.

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He is into an amusing practice. He just 'doesn't like' some people! He will see someone, and declare, "Uncle is gande (bad)", and will just not go near that bad uncle or even will try to shout him out of the room! (To my good luck, he likes me :)

Many a times we grown-ups also behave exactly like that ' we just don't like some people without any reason. But we are never as straightforward as the child is.

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When he takes bath, he goes inside the bathroom, fills up the bucket, brings a mug full and keeps sitting there and waiting. As soon as his mother arrives to check things, he turns back and splashes water on her. But before he actually throws water, he shouts, "Bhaag le!" (Run!)

Pleasure lies not in making the other person wet, but in splashing the water. Satisfaction doesn't always come from the result, but from the attempt and giving our 100% to the job.

Picture: Run!

The Sister act

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I am two years younger to my elder sister. When we were young, we fought countless wars to grab the biggest share of our world. Whatever be the format, time or place, we fought it out full throttle and seldom won. The war was drawn out even to the teen years. But when she married and went away, I felt really bad. Though I knew that she won't be competing against me anymore, I thought it was unfair  

This morning, I returned after visiting her place. In the meanwhile she has had a kid who is now two years old and calls me Mama :) Last time I saw him and played with him, he was only one year old. Now he speaks very well and understands things. And every time he calls her "Mommy!" my ears become sensitive!  

My biggest competitor, for whom I felt sorry at one point of time, has actually got an unfair advantage! I listened with curiosity, as he called her "Mommy" again and again :) It was a nice feeling. Even if a shred of our old rivalry remained, it vanished with this kid and this word

Picture: her love and my fascination.

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Misplaced Pride?

The company was paying the highest package on campus till that time. It was a giant ' one of the few from India which can challenge any other global company.

Interview started with a wrong note. "Are you proud that you are a Bihari?" When faced with unexpected questions (this one became the most expected one afterwards ), in a moment I think about it. It was hardly a matter of pride. Of course I know of the very bright past that Bihar has had. It is the birthplace of many enlightened souls, karmabhoomi (work ground) of many intellectuals and leaders, and had shaped India's history for many centuries. Present state of affairs was bad, but still ground realities were different and there was certainly a hope. But to be 'proud' of the state? I was confused. It was hardly a matter of pride! I was hardly a man who would be 'proud' of things that came with the parcel. I may love my state, feel good about it, or whatever, but 'pride' was hardly my feeling. I am sure even if Bihar was the most developed state of India, my feelings would have been almost the same.

I was not selected. Campus Placement 2k4 was a journey for me ' a mix of endeavour, industry and destiny. One of the many instances where we come to believe that there is a 'design' beyond our 'comprehensions'. Anyways, when I returned back to the hostel and in the evening told my friends from my home-state, that I didn't say that I am proud of Bihar, some of them were hurt. One of them was vocal about it and criticized me for not being proud of my state. I asked him again, how was that a matter of pride? Do we 'need' to be 'proud' of our caste, religion, race; or our hometown, district, state, region, nation, continent; or our dialect, language, accent? Or that we are right-handed? Or my gender? Or my blood-group? Do we need to be proud of all the 'facts' of my life?

Later on, when I saw regionalism grow beyond the nation, casteism grow beyond religion, or language grow beyond the culture, I was so happy that I had decided not to be proud of each and every drop of dew.

Your suggestions please

We were undergoing ERP training yesterday. The five days training has been spread through three weekends. A US firm had donated the institute with the latest version of its ERP solution. Different trainers come on different days. Yesterday, two lady trainers took our sessions. After some initial sessions, participants' interest had vanished and we were trying hard to finish it anyhow and looked forward to the free snacks and lunch that is provided during the days.

Yesterday, one of the trainers was really good. She did a good job. She was young and connected with the participants very well. After the lunch break, she also got a bit bored and was not focussing enough. But with her style which was full of humour, she carried things well. During lunch break, she interacted with us and chatted with our group. I thought she was the best trainer we have had so far.

During the break I told her exactly this: "Mam, you are a good trainer". She asked, "How?" I said: "It is the way you explain things You explain things in 2-3 sentences that is very effective. Not everyone is able to do that. You are also very logical, and get things across well." She said thanks and then we talked a while on her career path, job rotations, etc.

But, after the session started, she didn't make eye contact with me! While she carried the training forward as before, she just was not looking at me! I couldn't understand what was happening? I waited for a minute to check if it was my mind which was telling me that, but no, I was right: she was not looking at me! She did speak once, and it resulted in a funny incident. I was in the last row and was noting down something from the whiteboard while the projector was showing a window with small fonts. She asked if I was able to read that. And I replied: "No . but I was not looking at it " The whole class burst into laughter, including me. She said: "At least don't say that in front of us J"

At the end of the session, when a student asked her email ID, she asked him to communicate with the other lady who was assigned to coordinate with us.

The question which puzzled me is: Did I do a mistake by admiring her? I always believe that instead of finding faults of others if we point out what others do well, we help them do better. I felt she was doing far better than others and I wanted to thank her for that. And I did that. What did she think that made her avoid me a little? She was good looking, but that was not at all in my mind and I was not flirting! J Was she trying to avoid my any further interest in her? Did I do a mistake by praising her?

I am not able to digest the message that I am getting: If I praise a girl, will she think something wrong in that? So should I think twice before I admire any girl for anything? What do you think?

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Yesterday was one of the saddest days for me. And this morning was one of the types when we say "Why another morning?" J This post is to register this and make it immortal.

Now I know you will ask what happened. Can I settle this by saying: I lost what I never owned?

What's up?

How do I manage my blog?

Many of you don't know that from Jan 7 to 19, my second trimester exams were on. All papers went well, except corporate finance. You should wonder how could I write and post all during this period. The same phenomenon happened during my first trimester exams, that was again another most regular blogging experience. How and why did I do that? Answer is: I used converted my weakness as my strength ' I used blogging as a stress-buster! Now you know my secret.

What happened to my new year resolutions?

Well, as you guessed, I haven't followed any. But what a better day than today? I start from blogging: I had promised that I shall concentrate on quality rather than quantity. So expect more infrequent posts, but some with more deep recollections and more researched articles. Happy blogging.

What is cooking?

Today I incidentally came across a rediff article on the plight of Kashmiri Pandit youth. As I read "To escape persecution, more than 400,000 Kashmiri Hindus had to leave their homes and hearths back in the valley. Even after 17 years in exile, more than 50,000 of these Kashmiri Hindu refugees are living in hellish conditions in uninhabitable refugee camps", something breaks and something crumbles inside.

What about other blogs?

I recently found one great blog ' that of naina [Link]. What I like most here is her writing with personal experience, and genuine and honest recollections. She speaks from heart and her analytical abilities stretch herself into thinking logically and taking the posts to much higher levels. Read her.

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New Year Resolutions

o       Time Management: I have followed my heart when it comes to time management, and hence it has restricted my performance academically. I would try to balance things out and bring myself to confirm more with the 'herd behaviour'. (Don't worry, I won't loose my individuality)

o       Blog Management: Some point of time, I had decided to complement quality with quantity. I want to reverse. But I am apprehensive, because any attempt to design the thoughts mars creativity.

o       Self Management: One major reason for my occasional unhappiness is my tendency to get too sensitive to issues and that makes me vulnerable. I would try to think less.

o       Friends Management: I would try not to expect anything in return to my friendship.

o       Without Management: One thing that I don't want to manage is my tendency to be myself. Every one on the planet is an individual; while I care so much for others, I should respect myself also to be myself.

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All about my Gods

I often fall in love with people. This is because I always see their goodness. That's the secret why I have always been in good terms with all ' I love them all. There is something great in all of them ' even if the guy uses swear words, he may be a kid at his heart! Even if a girl is a snob ' she may be a real gem in her true self. But there are people about whom I like each and everything.

In this piece, I am writing about the people I revere. There are very few of them. I call these people my Gods, because for me, they stand for things which are as important in life as what Gods wants us to learn. These may be my family members, my mentors, colleagues or friends. At times this may seem too personal, but I hope you like this and take some goodness from this. After all, as I always believe, we should always spread the good words

1.         Mum

You may say, what's special about this ' after all, we all love our mothers. But I can't start without naming her ' she is my role model when it comes at personal integrity, truthfulness and righteousness. She taught us never to compromise when it came to ethics. And the fact that she herself practiced whatever she taught, helped. She is hard working ' to the extent that she suffered CTS (Carpus tunnel syndrome) some years back because of excessive use of wrists!

2.         Grandpa

I have written in detail about him earlier. What he stands for me: gravity, genuineness, kindness, humbleness, care, leadership, industry, to name a few.

3.         Prof. CMN

He is a perfectionist; one of the few of his kind of professors. A favourite of many at NIT Durgapur. He exemplifies a few things: professionalism, punctuality, perfectionism, perseverance, and positive thinking. Though I would love to go into detail, I would keep that for another occasion. He was my role model in my graduate school ' and my reverence for him has not reduced a bit.

4.         Anshu Bhaiya

My role model of the sort ' still intact. But as a matter of fact, we are different ' very different in personalities. But there is a bond of comradeship and  brotherhood that binds. I am a fan of his and he likes me too. He is a fitness freak, a F-1 fan, street smart and exemplifies at least one very important trait ' passion!

5.         Pathak Bhai

He is an extreme of how active and extra-curricular one can go. In college, he was a helping hand to all and extremely popular with his excellent PR skills. My only complain to him was his health, but to my delight, he gained some kilos after his marriage and today he is a young father. A person about whom whenever I remember, an instant smile comes.

6.         Jeejaji

What in him impressed us instantly, and he still holds us spell bound is ' his manners and etiquette. One of the few gentlemen we come across often! Another thing which is very much of him ' his practice of genuinely appreciating others.

7.         D

Though we haven't met for long, her memory is still fresh. There was something very positive about her ' that made me respect her. And one of the few girls to whom I can say: "Kaash, you were a boy, and then we would be best friends!" What she represents for me: a Winner!

8.         I

In my present life, she is one about whom everything seems good. One of the few people about whom everything is perfect ' someone I think about in her absence. She is an extrovert, fun loving, kind, social, highly enthusiastic, who wants to give her best to whatever she does. Don't guess much into this I am including her here because I wanted this list to be truly complete till this moment.

My Virtual-Gods from the iland:

9.         Sahiti

She is a motherly figure for me, though her age doesn't deserve this adjective. Whenever I read her, I feel that my mother talked to me, explained something to me and I feel good.

10.       VT

Well, I simply love his words. I can say that he stands tall ' very tall ' in my world. His views are perfect ' almost like a full stop on the debate, though I never try that to happen. One of the few people whose ideas always fit perfectly in the scheme of the things, someone like whom I would love to grow old.

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Déjà vu

This feeling has come to me many times. There are incidents that happen or places I visit, which give a feeling that I have lived those moments before There is a sense of recalling the same event from the past. This is called déjà vu.

Long time before, I had had this feeling and then I decided that I should observe it for some more time. Yesterday I was talking to a friend, and when I made one statement, the feeling of déjà vu came and I knew exactly what he would reply. And he did exactly the same. This has happened many times before. I think this must have happened to you also . Isn't it amazing! Can some of you please explain how this happens?

What’s up?

French: I am learning French. The 3 months course has ended, and on this Monday there was the last exam. I hope I passed. I had learnt German while I was in engineering. I found German to be far easier in pronunciation than the French. Still I am filled with doubts regarding pronunciation. French is regarded as the most refined of the languages, and now I understand how!

Yoga: Thanks to our institute, that Yoga classes have been arranged, twice a week, 7:30 to 8:30 in the morning. Three batches of around 100 students each had registered, but I am not able to find them in double digits on any day. I too missed one session out of the three that have passed. (You know, boys don’t get up early). I like the experience very much.

Marico: The MD of Marico came to our institute to deliver his speech on “Marico’s journey”. He spoke on how he built up his business empire. I shall dedicate a separate post for this. A lot of guys were inspired/

Books: Finished reading Angles and Demons by Dan Brown. So far, my record was around 3 in the morning, when I finished Da Vici Code. This time, I was reading the book for some days, and then one day, I read throughout the night to finish the novel at 6:45 AM! Then I took a 3 hours sleep and was ready to move again. Also finished “The Kite Runner”. I shall write about this separately.

Wednesday, 17 Oct. 07

Study Leave

My first trimester exams got over yesterday. The exams had started from 17^th and you
might wonder how could I consistently write in between the exams? I too must have
wondered at some time; but not after I realised: 

Everything is possible unless we try to cook excuses.

Or

Everything is possible until we try to cook excuses.

And there is another 'hard core belief' that comes to the rescue of the 'people like us'
every end semester:

Whatever be the length of the syllabus, it
can be finished in 'one night' before exam.

Or

God created nights so that we can make up
what we missed in the days.

Now that the exams are over and I have some luxury to take it easy, I have decided
to put my keyboard off for some time, and make use of the mouse. I want to read
most of your posts, before I start again. I write whenever I feel like. Several times I have got up from the bed and finished the piece before I could sleep. Therefore I should have felt and respected your equal passion for your writings. Whenever I post my writing and have to log out, I feel guilty that I am not doing justice to my friends by not giving enough time to read their posts. I remember recently I commented on Phoenix's blog, without knowing that Savi is her real name. And I controlled myself several times from posting a message like "why don't you write more?" on Sahiti's blog, because I have hardly read all her older posts! I also feel guilty when I am the last one to comment on the beautiful posts of Prudent or VT. Recently I have made many new friends and I have hardly read them. I plan to read most of your posts.

Jab jaago tabhi sabera.

Or

Never is late.

I don't know how long I shall keep myself from writing to you here. Let us see. Till
then, 

Yours in peace,

Rahul

PS: Please don't treat my PS as the end of my Study Period. I came across a beautiful thought, which I want to share with you:  
 I
have learnt silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and
kindness from the unkind

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Today is my mother's birthday.

Happy Birthday Mom!

Here is a poem, borrowed for this occasion:

A MOTHER’S LOVE

A Mother’s love is something
that no on can explain,
It is made of deep devotion
and of sacrifice and pain,
It is endless and unselfish
and enduring come what may
For nothing can destroy it
or take that love away . . .
It is patient and forgiving
when all others are forsaking,
And it never fails or falters
even though the heart is breaking . . .
It believes beyond believing
when the world around condemns,
And it glows with all the beauty
of the rarest, brightest gems . . .
It is far beyond defining,
it defies all explanation,
And it still remains a secret
like the mysteries of creation . . .
A many splendoured miracle
man cannot understand
And another wondrous evidence
of God’s tender guiding hand.

~Helen Steiner Rice~

Once she asked us, what would be our ultimate desires in our lives? What if we have earned crores of money? This was when the eldest of us was about 15. All three of us talked about the material wishes and all. Then she told us about her dream: All she wanted was to set up a big educational institute, which adopts poor girl children from their childhood, supports them, and takes care of them, till they pass out as graduates, get jobs and become independent. So noble; even at that time we were touched to hear that .

I am very sorry to inform that we couldn’t save Mahesh. He left us yesterday. We pray that may his soul rest in peace, and may such incident not repeat with anyone. (July 20)

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This is a temporary post, which I shall remove when it serves its purpose. Please use the mobile numbers. This came from one of my batch mates: (July 17)

Hi All

Our friend Mahesh **** (Div. *,***** 2007-09 batch) is severely ill with dengue. In fact, he is already on dialysis & has a minor problem with his heart.He is also suffering from internal bleeding.

Missing, Moving, and MBA

Possibility of being featured on the homepage of Rediff was the last thing on my mind yesterday. Missing this kind of opportunity though is not the best thing to do! I hope to catch myself there next time. (If you want my number, I can give you; so that next time you can wake me up)

I have been very busy these days, as I joined MBA. Life is hectic as usual and to top that, I had to shift my household to a place nearby the college also. Moving household while it was raining full throttle was an experience J  

I can see messages of yours, congratulating me for being featured on the Rediff homepage. I thank you all, for your interest, support and feedbacks. I hope we remain connected for a long time to come. I thank Rediff also.

I feel that my next post should be self-assessment of my blogging life, as I once promised.

With best regards,

Kumar Rahul Tiwary

Mumbai

Divinity and Miracles

Kumar Rahul Tiwary

I have always looked with some awe towards miracles in real life. Not miracles of the nature, but man-made miracles, or chamatkaars. I remember one friend said to me that religion or spirituality is one thing and miracles are another. But I used to argue that as smoke didn't come without fire, there must be some merit in those who are able to perform these miracles. But recent trip to my home changed my perception forever.

My mother has never been a blind believer. She reasons into matters and has been a student of science. One day, a young man came to our home while she was alone. He said he had studied Astrology or Jyotish under some sage at some far off place (I don't want to name it here), and he had taken a vow to complete a major puja after collecting alms from ordinary people near his birthplace. When my mother enquired more about his studies, he asked her to test him. He asked pen and paper, and asked my mother to imagine a name of any flower. As my mother imagined, he wrote the name of the flower on paper. Afterwards, whatever my mother imagined in her mind, he wrote exactly that on the paper.

My mother was astonished! How could he do that? He must be "some thing". Then the young man himself started, "One has done a charm on your husband, because of that you people would suffer in near future. I can perform a special puja after I finish my mission, and the problem can be solved".

My mother now was in complete confidence of him. He demanded Rs 400, as I remember, for the special puja. My mother offered him Rs 101/-, which he accepted and went away after promising to return back.

Mother says that as she watched him go away, his manner of walking made a flashing realization to her that she had been cheated. Later she narrated the whole story to father in the evening.

After some days, the young man visited our home again. He had brought something as prasad for us. Luckily, father was present at home, and he asked him to go away. He pleaded his innocence and honesty; but father was not moved. Then he demanded some thing, as he had traveled some distance to reach our place. Father obliged.

After half an hour, while father was going out, he saw a curious thing in the neighborhood house: The same young man was talking to the landlady, and while he talked, the lady was wondering, from where a smell of liquor came. She was asking some men sitting nearby, as to who had come drunk!

Some days later, father saw the same young man on the railway station, completely drunk, lying with a bottle in his hand.

Now we came to know that ability to do miracles is no indication to divinity. Though I am still not very clear on the matter, but it seems that many people are able to do miracles if they learn it from some expert. But it is in no way an indication of their divinity.

Can some one elaborate more?

Mumbai
Saturday, June 30, 2007