Monthly Archives: August 2014

From a mother to a son- To be a man

As a child growing up in Mumbai,I was deeply influenced by the legend of Shivaji. His stories made their appearance in the history books time and time again and the fact that most landmarks in Mumbai were renamed after him only helped endorse his greatness in my mind. What a remarkable story his is- with just a dream and a handful of trusted men in his armor, he went on to establish a powerful Maratha empire. The driving force behind this brave king was his mother, Jijabai, who not only taught him to dream big and pursue it, but also moulded him to be a courageous,respectful,compassionate,just king who ruled the hearts of his subjects.
Friends, let us raise ours sons to be masterpieces like she did. If our daughters are magnificent then our sons can be spellbinding too.

From a mother to a son

Son,my child,it’s time for you to step out into this world,
A place that has been described as a “cruel illusion” in words.

Yet it all depends on the lens from which you choose to view,
The world gives back what you give it, it’s just a reflection of you.

Choose fear and hate and you will see a sea of insecurity,
Choose love and kindness and you will find an ocean of divinity.

Remember every heart out here is out to seek contentment and bliss,
Every heart out here struggles to find the piece that is amiss.

So do not judge my son and learn to respect every soul
For all those who serve their time on earth are part of the same whole.

Stand up for the Truth my son; Speak up loud and clear,
Speak for those whose voice is drowned in silence by waves of fear.

Yet not always be brute to prove that you are right,
For fury comes to the faint at heart; Might is not always right.

Treat the women and children in your life with warmth and tenderness,
Abide by the promise you make to them;reign their hearts with truthfulness.

Dream big my child and remember when you set out on your quest,
True success is yours when you conquer your fears and up to Him leave the rest.

So not arms of steel,an iron fist or aggression make you a man
But honoring your word, a just heart and an attitude of “I can.”

And my child you have a sense of self – which is your ego,
Well…to be a man sometimes you just have to let it go.



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The MANTRA (Story of the Vanar Sena)

There is never a dull moment when you grow up in a bustling city like Mumbai and when you add to that a mix of a gregarious group of friends- life is indeed entertaining. Vanar Sena (the army of monkeys), as my group of friends were fondly or not so fondly referred to made growing up so memorable .We felt genuine affection for one another and we did truly think (and still do)that each of us was(is) amazing.Frequent relocation has made it little difficult for my kids to forge such bonds . Yet what I want them to know is that they will always have us parents as the warriors in their army backing them with the message that is the essence of friendship that each of them is special in their own way.

                                                           The Mantra.

Not so long ago in the woods so dense,

Lived five little monkeys who were the best of friends.

Full of mischief were they, daring and bold,

Exuberant, loving, with hearts made of gold.

Each had a persona, each had a dream,

Beautiful yet distinct from one another did they seem.


Every day would they meet under the big oak tree,

And ponder about how wondrous tomorrow might be.

With gleam in their eyes they listened as each talked

Of the dreams of their soul, whispers of their heart.

“You are the best you,” each would tell the other,

“So reach for the stars, aim higher, aim higher.”


” I am the best me,” became each’s mantra own,

For an attitude to succeed it set the tone.

In time the monkeys left the comfort of the tree,

To pursue their destinies in lands beyond the seas.

Not all was as splendid as dreamed, the monkeys discovered

Many hurdles along the way they each encountered.


In trying times a voice would whisper in their heads

” You are the best you- remember-so march on ahead”

Thus the mantra gave them hope in times of despair

To wake up every morning with the courage to dare.

 Every tryst they faced made them stronger than they were

Saw their pursuit within reach, their dreams drawn near.


And somewhere in the jungles the monkeys still live

Every moment with passion, give all that they can give.

Know this story is true ,these monkeys my dear friends

From whom I’ve learnt to believe ,hold on till the end,

And I hope you all  do what they’ve taught me to do

Just compete with yourself as there is none other like you.










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