Friday, July 8, 2011

Champions of the Future

Putting up this article to divert attention from the bad bad world we see daily in the newspapers and electroninc media to the good good world of samaritans like U C Paulose. You can read more such  moral stories and inspiring thoughts from eminent scholars at  


Life's Lessons are exemplary life situations, where ideal solutions are properly fit into. Sri. Joseph Mattappally, Founder and Director of Indian Thoughts, is a yoga teacher and a trainer in individuality development workshops. He believes in the harmony of physical, mental and spiritual aspects of human existence.

Recently I came across the success story of a young man who belonged to a family that migrated from Kerala to Karnataka. He was neither well educated nor rich. In 1999, while he was waiting in the railway station for his passenger train to come, he happened to see a few bones-thin mentally challenged persons fighting with stray dogs, just for the leftovers of a railway station dustbin. He was moved beyond words. The man, U C Paulose, decided to raise these mentally handicapped and abandoned humans in an Ashram. He had almost nothing to begin with, except his trust in the divine magnificence. Paulose, his wife and children began caring the abandoned in the streets and gradually a thatched hut emerged; it grew longer and slowly multiplied into a village, where God could not resist visiting.
The Hebrew word Seon literally means ‘the realm of God’. Now, ‘Seon Ashram’, which Mr. Paulose founded, supports a multitude of impoverished & emotionally oppressed individuals, regardless of their belief, caste, economic conditions or age. Now, Seon Trust dreams include accommodating more than 500 psychiatric patients alone, developing their Little Flower English Medium School to a full-fledged college and finally, help all the orphans to settle down comfortably. Presently, Seon Ashram and its 440 occupants are assisted by volunteers hailing from distinct religions and various places. They are all united in the ‘love of God’. The ashram needs about 15 lakh rupees a month to function; God keeps helping them in the disguise of responsible donors and patrons. They all talk about a transformation from heroes of yesterday to Champions of tomorrow. We wish, Shri. Paulose and companions continue in the same enthusiasm and spirit, rather than falling preys to the State, Union Government and other public awards and honours that came along.
Just a few days back (3rd July 2011), I got a mail from a friend, who belongs to the regular line of Seon promoters. His mail says that as monsoon has stepped in, at Seon, they have great difficulty in cleaning and drying the cloths of the inmates. According to him, unless their cloths are properly washed and dried out, skin infections are possible. He says that thanks to a Bangalore based company Seon Ashram could pay an advance amount of Rs.50,000/- and bring to the Ashram, the proposed type of washing machine and dryer. It is clear that they are looking out for somebody to help them for the remaining amount.
God’s mercy is so programmed that it manifests on all who trust in Divine Providence; the one who knows it experiences it. Is there anyone who still is not sure of this divine rule? Contact them on (+91) 9448011928 or 9483907728 (URL: Email: within a few days from now and ask them how they could pay the dues. You will be surprised to learn about the unique divine technique that worked in Seon Ashram. Understanding is not enough; a cook who hesitates to eat remains hungry.

Friday, June 17, 2011

Corruption express

Sunanda K Datta-Ray: Corruption express
The extent of lawlessness dressed up as law in the country is unimaginable
Sunanda K Datta-Ray / New Delhi June 18, 2011, 0:21 IST

The people I am writing about will never read this column. But anyone who does might consider the irony of kidnap and ransom camouflaged as law enforcement at home while civil-society stars rant about bringing back lakhs of crores of black money salted away in tax havens and whip themselves up into a frenzy over placing the prime minister under the Lok Pal’s discipline. It’s said the darkness is greatest under the lamp.

It was around 3.40 in the afternoon on a gusty Friday and South-Eastern Railway’s Dhauli Express between Puri and Howrah was about to leave Bhadrak station in Orissa. An athletic young man who had got to Bhadrak from his village and paid Rs 82 for a ticket to Howrah ran up and down the train looking for a place to squeeze in. But the general compartments were tightly packed with the doors firmly locked from inside. Our young man hammered on doors and shouted through windows but to no avail.But around 35 passengers were huddled on the floor of the vendors’ van meant for luggage. There was no luggage and no guard and the doors were wide open to wind and rain. The train was about to leave Bhadrak, and the young man’s job as a condominium durwan in Calcutta would have been in danger if he didn’t get there that night. Moreover, the vendors’ van crowd was welcoming, and with no other choice, he jumped in as the train began to move.
He jumped out again at Kharagpur in West Bengal at about 7.00 p m but the rain was lashing down hard and all the compartments were still locked. No one would let him in. So it was back to the vendors’ until they reached Santragachi, 7 kilometres from Howrah, an hour later. That’s where the drama began. Four or five men boarded the vendors’ van, announced they were plainclothes policemen, pushed the passengers out and handed them to Railway Protection Force (RPF) personnel who made them squat in an outside lock-up. Our man from Bhadrak tried to explain but they shut him up.

The RPF returned nearly three hours later to ask how much money each had. Some produced Rs 500, some a thousand: the money was seized and they were let off. The man from Bhadrak had only Rs 400, which they also took but it wasn’t enough to buy his release; he and 13 others were ordered back into the lock-up where they were given chapatis and sabzi to eat and told they would be dealt with in the morning. It was quite late next day, around 11.30 a m, when they were taken in a local train to Howrah and locked up in a cell.
A magistrate in a black jacket, white shirt and tie appeared later in the day and fined each prisoner Rs 300. Having already paid Rs 400, the Bhadrak man asked for the balance but the court mohori retorted that, on the contrary, he would have to pay another Rs 250 to be released. “There are so many of us, and we’ve been working all night for you!” was the explanation.

A personal disclosure is called for: my flat is in the condominium where the durwan works. I know him to be of impeccable integrity. He called me several times from Santragachi and Howrah, but when I wanted to have a word with one of the RPF officers, I heard the refusal. They would confiscate the phone, they warned, if he didn’t shut up. Since our durwan had no more money and they wouldn’t release him unless he paid up, I sent my car and driver to Howrah with money. The receipt they brought back – High Court Form No. (A) 23 (Civil) / (A) 18 (Criminal) – was for Rs 300. He had paid Rs 650.

Such things happen all the time all over India. The difference between our police and Somali pirates can sometimes be a matter of scale. If Mamata Banerjee were suddenly to visit a railway station or hop on an unfashionable train, just as she drops in unannounced on hospitals and offices, she might see for herself the extent of lawlessness dressed up as law in her own backyard. Baburao Hazare, Ramdev and all their pious social activist friends should accompany her.

Incidentally, HAPPY JOURNEY is printed on both the Howrah-Bhadrak and Bhadrak-Howrah railway tickets. I hope it is so this time for my durwan for he is back in his Bhadrak village this weekend getting married.

 Appeared in today's Business Standard

Sunday, June 5, 2011

An Ode To My Mom On Her Birthday


My Mom is loving ever caring
Really understanding too
There with love when things go either
Really good or bad for me
Mum is there with love and guidance
During every trying time
Mum would always clap the loudest
When I got the smallest of successes
Even when I was quite little
Mum made me feel ten feet tall
So I honour Mom and thank her
Each year on this day  in June

Hope we have you around for many more years , Mom

Sunday, February 13, 2011

A Simple Solution

Dunno if anyone has faced a similar situation. Getting small  domestic repairs done has always been a pain  and the pain somehow seems to be increasing by the day. This sector is the most unorganised.Of course in India most sectors are unorganised which leads to this constant tussle in the mind , was I duped? Could I have bargained for less?

In the area where I reside , there are about four electricians. I have patronised one. My neighbour said he is a cheat . So I tried my neighbour's electrician but there seemed to be a nexus between them and I was still with the tussle. Hubby dear said better the known devil. So it was back to the first electrician.

The moment I need to call him , I go on my back foot and quiz him a lot about the bill he submits , but have to pay the amount finally, feeling defeated. The feeling is worse than the emotions which arise when I make a loss on my stock market trades. Losses which run into thousands sometimes compared to the few rupees the electrician may be duping me of. But then my trade losses are ones I am willing to take .Losses which have occured knowingly and not one out of cheating. The feeling of betrayal is horrible and I am forced to trust him!! Am  I making a mountain out of a molehill?

Today I found the solution ! I follow  "Ancient Proverbs" on twitter  and this common sense Chinese Proverb did it. 

If you suspect a man, don't employ him, & if you employ him, don't suspect him. -Chinese Proverb

So that does it, I won't  torture myself anymore over the electrician.