The story of my Grampa and Me!

My Grampa (in the right), with his two younger siblings.

It was the pre-independent era of 1930s. A child was enrolled into a playgroup. When he was taken to the classroom, he refused to sit there. So, for him, a car was painted on the walls. Only then did he go there.

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Give your children sounds, not songs…

                     In this time of declarations of various board exam results, I’d like to post one message to parents. This message was written a year ago as a result of a talk with an old student of mine. His stress, together with my observation of many of my friends’ lives compelled me to write this.

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A replica reflecting the culture

परोपकाराय फलन्ति वृक्षाः परोपकाराय वहन्ति नद्यः ।
परोपकाराय दुहन्ति गावः परोपकारार्थमिदं शरीरम् ॥

Trees bear fruit for the sake of others, rivers flow for the sake of others, cows produce milk for others. Likewise, this body is for doing good to others.

Today, I want to narrate an everyday incident, where I saw humanity shining bright.

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The story of my student and his madness for Sanskrit

Where there is a will, there is a way.

I have been teaching Sanskrit since I was 17. The age of my students varies from 7 to 77. It is such a pleasurable activity that makes you feel contented at the end of day. A smile lingers on my face at end of each session I have with my students.

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