Evening at Zambezi River, Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe, May 2015
and so does everything around... the situation, the people, the perspective, the needs.... and we too change.... the wise and courageous seek change.. because only change is constant!

Sunday, May 10, 2015

224.Quest

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The Joy comes and goes;
The Sorrow returns and stays for some time;
They do not remain forever.

Peace replaces War
Then returns the War;
They do not remain forever.

Hunger, Thirst, Sleep, Desire,
Dream, Passion, Frustration,
Pain, Smile, Thought, Idea, Vacuum,
Lust, Jealousy, Kindness,
Selfishness, Empathy,
Belief, Commitment,
Body, Mind, Identity, Ideology, Ego,
God, Earth, Sky, Rain, Wind, Sun, Moon,
Nothing remains forever.

Even Life is not forever;
And Death too is not forever.

Only the Quest
To understand the meaning of the Existence
Remains Forever.
The baton is handed over
From generation to generation
With the same zeal.


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Sunday, April 5, 2015

223. Bitter

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I like chocolates.

But Mama and Papa do not allow me to eat chocolates as often as I want. 

My Didi is great. She always gives me chocolates. 

But something is wrong with Didi.

She weeps continuously when we are in our room, but laughs loudly and looks happy when everybody is around.


Yesterday when she was crying, I offered her chocolate.

“NO! Bittu, promise me; you will never eat chocolate”, she said.

“Never? Why?” I was surprised.

“Because the chocolate is bitter,” she sobbed.


She was so sad that I promised her so.

How can sweet chocolate be bitter?
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Thursday, March 19, 2015

222. A verdade



Mãe pensa que na escola sempre estudamos.
Mas não é verdade.
Na escola trabalhamos muito e estudamos pouco.
Todos os dias varremos o quintal, varremos sala de aula, limpamos casa de banho, apanhamos lixo e regamos as plantas.
O trabalho continua, um depois do outro.
Desde a semana passada, a professora de português deu-me uma nova responsabilidade. Cuidar de bebé dela.
Antes de ir para escola, em casa, ajudo a minha mãe. Então, depois ando por uma hora para a escola.
Estou muito cansada.
Quero estudar, mas não quero ir para escola.
Como posso dizer a verdade para minha mãe?

Monday, March 9, 2015

221. Letter

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After the meeting; women disappeared fast. Except one.  
 “Come to my home,” the middle aged Rakhama mavashi ordered.

I knew so less about her, that I decided to take the opportunity. 

After a cup of tea, she asked, “Can you write a letter for me?”
I was glad to help her. 

She brought a post-card.
She told me what to write. I wrote.
It was clear that she was writing to her husband.
In those ten minutes, I understood the story of her life.

“Address?”  I asked.
“I do not know”, she said. 

“No one knows”, added her little daughter.
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Sunday, February 8, 2015

220. DREAM

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It had been a long day. This has been the routine for the last six months.
Shama was feeling very tired. However, today she was in the National Capital to present her project. Unfortunately she had nothing to report – that is- no progress; only challenges!

Shama opened her laptop, there was internet connection, but she did not feel like updating her FB status, nor did she want to tweet or appear on other social networking sites. She looked at the screen without realizing what to do with it!

Shama was not suffering from ‘Status Update’ mania, but she used Social Network to share her experiences, ideas and thoughts.

Shama was not a trained social worker, nor was she a journalist – though people often assumed her to be so. Her sensitivity and her enthusiasm to “make a change” brought her to the field of Development and she liked it. Rural areas, tribal areas, social issues, women, economic development, behavioral change, social capital, community based organizations, participatory development …..  These words and terms became integral part of her life. She lived it and her dream was to live it forever.

Since last few months, Shama was working in one of the remote parts of the country. Initially she was excited with the idea of working in a new area. She liked to take new challenges. Lack of vegetarian food, challenge of communicating in a new language, lack of transport, and lack of basic infrastructure and many such problems did not matter to her. She was fascinated by the project idea of working with girls in primary schools.

Shama sighed. She remembered her visits to school, her interactions with girls, parents and teachers. She had innumerable planning and review sessions with partner NGOs. All that had miserably failed. The funding agency had given number of warnings and opportunities; but people continued “Business as usual”. 

Shama knew that she dreamt about the success of the project, with all her might.
However, when it comes to “Social Change”; individual dream is necessary but hardly sufficient.
Collective Dream shapes destiny of “Social Change”.

“Only if all these people responsible for ‘education of girls’ can dream together about positive change….”, Shama thought to herself and sat listlessly. 

Suddenly she smiled. She had an idea. She realized how she could facilitate the process of collective dream!

Shama turned to her laptop. She started writing “Strategies to address the Challenges”.

Every DREAM wants to LIVE; we need to give it as many chances as we could…….Shama was fluently expressing her thoughts – not in these words; but in the same spirit.

DREAM indeed is powerful!

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