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At this point

I start wondering –

What have I done?

Have I been doing it right?

Is there an undo option?

Can I start all over again?

Where are the roads?

Through the gloom I grope around.

They say there is light at the end

But for me seeing is believing.

I am waiting for my albatross.

Or have I already killed it?

Am I being plagued by its spirit?


“She wondered that hope was so much harder then despair.”
― Patricia BriggsCry Wolf

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“When you’re at the end of your rope, tie a knot and hold on”
Theodore Roosevelt

The Last Few Seconds of a Young Man

And in the next moment everything went blank. He sensed the severe pangs of solitude – for the first time in his life, and that was more than his flesh and blood could stand. Adding to his misery, his acumen didn’t seem to work.

Bewildered, he mistook the ordeal for his Doomsday. As if in a trance he shut the doors to faith, while the shutters automatically lifted up to the heights of unnerving fears. Even the last ray of hope had abandoned him.

He couldn’t call to mind the green pastures he came from  – the hilarious occasions at home with his brother, the kind words and the appetizing dishes of his mother, the reassuring looks of his father, the moments he spent in cloud nine with his friends, the compliments from the colleagues, the track of his glittering achievements… Alas, nothing came in handy to alleviate his distress…

The tall wall in front obscured his vision and soon his brain. He neither looked up to see the blue sky that canopied him, nor looked down to see the warm earth that bolstered him. He didn’t bother to see the twittering birds on one side, the fluttering butterflies, the capering crickets and the swaying flowers on the other. He couldn’t get a glimpse of the thriving future that was in store for him – thoroughly overwhelmed by the enormity of the deceptive wall. He did not, or was not in a position to, deem the scores of possibilities.

Had he uttered a word to someone! Had he tilted his head! Had he merely taken some rest!

No miracles happened. Instead..

He just gave up….

His father whimpered, “I could have helped him take a detour!”

His brother grieved, “I could have assisted him to climb over the wall!”

His mother wailed, “I would have carried him in my arms all the way round!”

His friends mourned, “We would have pulled it down for him!!”

After all, just a WALL it was…

If we could ask you a favour…

Somewhere not quite far away, there’s beautiful nature. Unfortunately it has not been much concrete to me in this concrete jungle, where birds don’t sing, flowers don’t bloom, dew drops don’t drip – naturally. But last week a pleasant experience brought nature closer to me, or vice versa. I could still feel the ripples it created in me. Something long lost has been retrieved by the power of the right words, together with the relevant, captivating pictures and an audio version. Mother Nature is not yet completely bereft of people who love her for her own sake.
Greece – the land where history and mythology lie intertwined! The beauty of the place became animate to me through a unique blog which was Freshly Pressed recently. You might have already come across it. If not, discover more about Greece and nature in general through the blog ‘Notes from Near and Far” (www.julianhoffman.wordpress.com) by Julian Hoffman, an amazing writer and moreover a great lover of nature.

Hoffman’s latest post ‘The Wonder of Ordinary Places’ inspired me to keep my eyes wide open to the minimum nature I could track down in this desert. A patch of grass, an isolated tree, a little bird – these can be much treasured sights around here. The carefully preserved parks that flaunt their artificial beauty have not enticed me much as I am more interested in the pure, pristine nature.

I am dedicating this post to the one little tree in our school. Many of you who revel in the luxuries of nature may be taken aback by the triviality (I would call it ‘modesty’) of the sight and might wonder if it is worth mentioning at all. But you will be in sympathy with me when you realize that this venerable tree is the only green beacon available for the whole school – it is the ‘Wonder of Our Ordinary Place.’

  1. Moringa Oleifera (en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moringa_oleifera)  

These are some excerpts from Wikipedia.

The “Moringa” tree is grown mainly in semi-arid, tropical, and subtropical areas… While it grows best in dry sandy soil, it tolerates poor soil… It is a fast-growing, drought-resistant tree that is native to the southern foothills of the Himalayas in northwestern India. Reports that it grows wild in the Middle East or Africa are completely unsubstantiated.[citation neededThe leaves are highly nutritious, being a significant source of beta-carotene, Vitamin C, protein, iron, and potassium.[5] The leaves are cooked and used like spinach. It is commonly said that Moringa leaves contain more Vitamin A than carrots, more calcium than milk, more iron than spinach, more Vitamin C than oranges, and more potassium than bananas,” and that the protein quality of Moringa leaves rivals that of milk and eggs.[citation needed]

The nutritional and medicinal values of the tree have become its bane, making it vulnerable to the repeated attacks. Unruly hands ruthlessly rip off whole branches for a bunch of leaves or a few immature green pods. The tree looks very weak these days.

2. This air-conditioner torments the tree too much – keeping it exposed to the hot air continuously for ten hours!  As I pressed my hands over its bark I could feel the intensity of the heat. I couldn’t stand the heat for even a few seconds! The tree must be hardy within.

3. The bark of the tree is now all parched and wrinkled – looks like signs of premature ageing, though I don’t know the exact age of the tree. Oh, dear tree, you do endure a lot for us!

4. The tree, a symbol of forbearance and resilience, bears fruits for its beneficiaries. In the glare of the scorching sun, the sight of the foliage against the blue sky keeps our lenses cool.

5. Amidst all the adversities the tree is sending out new shoots. No grudge, no revenge – I feel the tree is spurred by the sheer hope to sustain.

One more World Environment Day is round the corner. When all over the world people fervently plant new trees, we, who cannot afford even a square foot of soil, are happy celebrating this little benevolent tree. Don’t feel sorry for us, but this time keep us in mind and PLANT ONE EXTRA TREE in your part of the world, where ever it be…

Nothing Impossible. *Conditions Apply.

When did you recently become frustrated? Later did you try to dig out the reasons for that? 

There is nothing impossible – for people like Napoleon. Sky is the limit for them. But for ordinary human beings, with all sorts of limitations, a lot of conditions apply. It is always good to do some profound research into our own selves before we leap. That will save us from ending up frustrated.

Recently I came across a wonderful quote by Rabindranath Tagore. I think it answers many of my quests regarding the root causes of frustrations.

Everything comes to us that belongs to us, if we create the capacity to receive it.  

This is how I interpreted it. (I hope Tagore would excuse me if  I have misinterpreted or overstated his words.)

  1. Things will come to us (only) if they belong to us, (only) if we deserve them. If I aspire to be a singer without the inherent talent, I toil in vain. 
  2. We should do our best to fulfil our ambition. God helps those who help themselves. Desire – Hard work = Greed, Failure.
  3. Sometimes even after exerting ourselves we don’t immediately achieve what we dream of. Why? Man proposes, God disposes. God must not have approved of our dream. Have full faith in His plans which are always far-sighted. He has His own genuine reasons for providing or not providing us with something. Face up to it. However, what is delayed need not be denied. Patiently wait to seize the next chance.
  4. Finally when we attain our goal we should be ready to accept it and take it to the maximum possible heights. No looking back.


In more familiar words, don’t bite off more than you can chew. And once you have bitten it off, chew it properly, or else you will suffer from the worst kind of indigestion. If I commit myself to posting daily or weekly to my blog (though I really long to do that, like many of you), you would often have to frown at the blank days or weeks on my calendar. 

So, are your goals realistic and practical?

Are you fully willing to do your best to achieve them?

Will you be ready to change your tactics in case of initial failures?

If your answer is a big ‘YES’, don’t hesitate even for a minute.


Good luck!