The moving finger writes.............

I am venturing into a new writing activity. My daughter Aarshi is in Class II ( soon to be in Class III) and loves to write poems and compositions. She has got her compositions featured in her school magazine. So we are maintaining a virtual scrapbook (since we live in separate locations), for the last two months. I will be posting from this scrapbook in this blog, and if you like it, do show it to your children or other children who might love it.The amazing part is that these compositions have been written by an eight year old kid(Aarshi) who loves writing as much as I do . We call it "The Happy Scrapbook."We all love our kids and want them to be happy.Why not infuse some happy creativity into them?  Starrrting with " The Parrot and the carrot."  The parrot and the carrot Composed by: Aarshi  Illustration and Comments by: Abhi Talking carrot Green parrot “There was a talking carrot, Whose best friend was a green parrot.

In Hindu philosophy, the role of the Guru is supreme. The one who leads you to enlightenment, guides you, elevates you.  The Guru Paduka Stotram defines the Guru as one who protects you in this river of life from the hungry crocodiles out to devour you.Truly.   I have had many Gurus over the ages, in personal and professional life. Guru- the benign guide Well, there was AS “ Maharaj” ( " saint" in the terminology of the hospital)   during my MBBS internship days at Kolkata. Ever benevolent, gleaming bald pate, always ready with his toffee for you (he had a bunch of these ready at all times) ,and on special occasions, a rasagulla or two. He would hand these out to everyone, probably feeling that he was blessing them. He loved cracking jokes that made no sense (in other words, PJs). And he would be the only one laughing at these jokes. The comical, rotund Maharaj reminded me of an oversized teddy bear whom no one took seriously.   He was a phenomen