Perhaps every day is mother's day!

Perhaps every day is mother’s day . . .

Miles away in different parts of the world, living and realizing our mother’s dream to see her children rise and succeed. A phone call and numerous questions to examine and assure our well-being. It’s a mother’s quizzical heart that beats our rhythm. Probably she has a natural GPS or a Geo stationary satellite that captures the unseen for those whom she gave the gift of life. To me mothers are the only human form with a selfless soul & are truly the messengers of the almighty to grow & nurture our holy planet.

It’s the second Sunday of May and the city gears to honor mothers for their selfless acts. The day many attempt to make their cause, feel special. Historically believes remain divided; some celebrate it in the honor of Mary, mother of Christ, some in the honor of ancient Romans mother of Gods, Cybele.  In the US over a century ago, Anna Jarvis a social activist called for a day to spread awareness about the poor health and living conditions of the community she lived in. The day was to make people realize humanity through peace and better living. After her death the day got recognized as Mother’s Day, a day honoring mothers and motherhood.

Drawing an analogy of it symbolism in Indian context, the day cannot be any worthy than remembering Mother Teresa. The founder of the Missionaries of Charity, a Roman Catholic nun who elevated millions of grievous lives. A tireless follower of peace & humanity through social service, something uncharacteristic in today’s politically lost Indian social life format. India could have honored the mother by practicing the social act and protecting the needy but we chose to honor her with our highest civilian award “The Bharat Ratna” and forget the rest.

For many of us remembering and honoring the architect of our lives do not need a day.  A mother in our Indian community has been worshiped as goddess. If I were to define secularism, it would be to worship our cause and thus abolish the evil of conflicting religious practices.  Now we live a life beyond the comforts of an over pampered mother’s territory , we no longer have the luxury of an automatically tidy wardrobe & an almost perfectly prepared breakfast to rush to school bus; rather we have a work place radiating heat & a client demanding unnatural commitments. Midst of all this, the over thinking soul keeps wishing and praying for our “ALL IZ WELL making us her world. This might read as an emotional note to remember the life character but we owe all our moral & intellectual learnings to our mothers. Perhaps every day is mother’s day...

“Illusion “a book review...

Encapsulating the essence of a book in few words is probably one of the most daunting tasks. A judgmental writing on an array of profound philosophy is to offer your thoughts to perplexing minds of readers. This book entails a philosophical debate of thoughts of two pilots leading lives on their own terms. “Donald Shimonda”, the messiah and Richard the writer who is amazed by the philosophies of the fellow senior pilot. The book starts with few scribbled texts from Donald who had written them as his preaching to the world. Published by Dell Publishing Co, a bundle of hundred & ninety two pages, the book is available in print and also in audio. An electronic version is available on the web at no cost.

 The reluctant messiah is a divine guru who helps humans elevate their lives & sanitizes the planet by spreading spirituality. Today messiahs are the selfless gurus who impart lessons to their students. Messiah is the means and self-introspection of an individual, is the result of the union of two.

A pilot himself; Bach recently survived a plane crash while piloting to visit a friend and has recovered well to write many similar marvels. This prolific writer has written many works of fiction and nonfiction including the much spoken “Jonathan Livingston Seagull” (1970). The flair of philosophy is felt in all his writings as most of his texts are the elucidations of his stints in various professional roles. This true manifestation of life establishes him as a canonical philosopher of the time.

Illusion appears to be an eternal relation between humans and their dreams. Life sometimes may look like a lost ball in the high weeds but there is a meaning which the human soul has to dig out to give it a shape of thoughts to live with. Limiting life to something is like quitting the adventure and defending the tranquility of life which may look like the ethos of a social life, but its gold what messiah said “Argue for your limitations and sure enough they are yours”. The inactive potency needs a stir, a jolt to bring the best out. It’s the self-introspection and realization of inner abilities which gives us a thrust to strive to be better. Definitely it’s a sin to limit Illusion. That is why we are never given a wish without also been given the power to make it true; however our thoughts need to conceive and pronounce results.

The book tends to pacify all turbulent minds to focus back on the life’s reality. Illusion is the wish all of us have, a distant dream that most of us wish to live. It’s difficult to believe in the thought that the life which we are living is just a sequence of natural but controlled illusions, a sequel of what we bring in to our lives. It’s possible to control our inner being, if we guide or train our neurons to send brain a message not to stimulate a desire. There is a strange but true observance that our senses are the real master of our life motion. Our senses reciprocate what we subject them to. The underlying message is that it’s up to humans and individuals to build a world around them that they wish for. The IBM way of branding looks pertinent to the philosophy when a gamut of employees unanimously shout for a smarter planet. Today it’s the smarter planet that we wish to grow and cultivate around us through technologies or by deeds.

“Every person, all the events of your life are there because you have drawn them there, what you choose to do with them is up to you “. Inception of friendship or a character in our lives is not a co-incidence or a natural event; it’s entirely up to the individual to give it a shape of some predefined relationship. Once we get into a relation, we most of the time forget the sanctity and importance of it, unknowingly it transforms to such state of intimacy that it becomes the oxygen of our daily life.

Few defining lines from the book make me recommend this to all those who start their day with a wish to go that extra mile. The book is definitely for those who enjoy exploring lateral views of life. “What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly”

Reading some encoded divine thoughts and mystical philosophies would not be a great fun until you infuse and start relating to it. The fate and destiny are two most wishful corner stones of one’s life which often generate tide and unrest a soul. Illusion is a short book with life transforming philosophies, a book that can induce and reignite the lost passion one might be searching for in both professional and personal space. It’s a classic metaphor of our lives that Richard Bach brings to readers, a fine justice to his learnings from the mechanic messiah.

                                                                                  

Zest de Montreal...

Living up to its name “Zest de Montreal” was indeed a joyous afternoon canopied with fun, joy & togetherness. A series of events well poised and held together to keep the invitees hooked to their seats.

The ambience of zest was nicely placed in advance with flashy communiqué promising lots of fun on the way. A welcome break for many of us, “Zest” rejuvenated the entire MSAT family living in Montreal which looked sinking with the snow and cold at one time.

” Sahib” an Indianised banquet hall witnessed the rise spirit of over hundred jubilant Mahindrites thumping with music and making the most of it with their wit and humour. Our hearts did sing as the rock star played his string, a blend of western and Indian tune made all of us a singer. An outburst of laughter erupted when the local Canadian Mahindrites were made to sing some popular Hindi numbers, ignorance of a language can be tremendous fun for the native listeners, and a discovery of a new tongue for the aliens. It all looked animated and going our way, till an organisational insight from one of our leaders about the tasks and challenges ahead realised us of our sheer existence in the city. Touching upon the potential and growth magnitude of our account with an eye on the importance of teaming and the model of our work got the discipline back.  It’s good that the basics are kept straight and in place; a promising leader is one who is always farsighted.

But the fun had no clutching as the moment was further accelerated by act of the bottle boys. “Touch down the bottle” became a savoury for those lurking to quench their thrust; lined up with bottle in their hands it reminded us of the “Rang De Basmati” boys gulping beer at Nahargarh Fort. Drinking too, can be parliamentary and a public fun with a pinch of competition. A set of questions were framed to puzzle the couples in the audience, and the thought of knowing their better halves was at stake. Satisfied faces and a say cheese smiles all around; it looked that goodies and prizes on the bet, made many bring their unnatural self. The test of wisdom was due for the last as the random quiz puzzled the dancing minds.

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Indian cuisine to foodies delight, family fun & live performances to keep up the beat, “Zest” had it all. To express the joy short, it was an afternoon that garnishes our soul to stay high till another such event strikes again.  A thumb’s up to one an all who contributed to shape zest as an event to remember.

                                                                                                                                                            By- Vishva Bandhu