Posts Tagged ‘anjana’

My daughter’s thoughts, as a prayer before starting work.

September 22, 2019

*Factory Daily Meetings*
{It only took 3 minutes to deliver all this verbally in Tamil. Perhaps the language is just more efficient}

We have resumed these sunset and sunrise meetings and they need to happen every day.
It only needs to be 5 minutes, but in these 5 minutes we shall set the intention for our day, our shift, our work.
This is not a company where you just come to earn a salary and go unaffected by what you do.
You give 10 hours to the company every day.
We want every one to feel a sense of pride and satisfaction in what they do. Every day.
Take these meetings as a prayer with which to start and end your work.

Look at your hands.
Put your hands out and look at your palms.
These are your God given hands.
With these hands you can do great good or great harm.
With these hands you can respect or reject people or anything you touch.
Look at your hands for at least 10 seconds today. And every time you come to these meetings.
Let us use our hands to do great good.
To do the best that we can do with these hands.
What we do in these 10 hours and beyond depends on our hands.
Let us use them as wisely and as well as we can.

The products you make are your children.
Don’t orphan them, don’t disfigure them, don’t leave them nameless and tagless.
Treat them with love and respect for they are your present and your future.
Shape them with your hands to feel a sense of pride and satisfaction.
Each day as you complete your work, you should be proud of the whole hearted honesty that you have put in.

Our pride doesn’t extend only 1 foot around us.
It extends to encompass our coworkers, our areas, the whole company.
We want this pride to extend to everyone’s homes and lives.
Keep your area clean, keep the entire premises clean and take your discipline and learning home.
When you invite your mother to your workplace you should feel pride, not have her coming to clean up after you. On any day, every day.

Our pride, our positivity, our satisfaction is not ours alone.
We are a family and we are all interconnected.
Our energy affects everyone’s energy.
If one of us gets hurt, all of us are hurt.
If one of us has an an accident on the way home, it makes all of us feel vulnerable.
If one of us thinks negatively, it can sour all of us.
But on the other hand if we each focus, take pride and look to be happy with our 10 hours of effort, then it raises the energy for us all.
Let us make this a happy family that we are all proud to belong to.

Every day, at least once at the start of the shift let us remember these things and create a day that we want.
Let us look at our hands and remember to use them as well as we can.
Let us use these meetings as a prayer.
To create a day where we feel pride and satisfaction.
Every day.

My daughter, 300819

August 30, 2019

She was a helpless, mewling little scrap when I first saw her. She’s now grown into an independent adult. We laugh (and hopelessly giggle) at a lot of things together. There are many things on which we don’t see eye to eye, too. Once in a while the disagreement gets heated. Sometimes she thinks I am criticizing her, and sometimes I feel she is too critical of what I think or do….neither of us is a conventional person.

But through all of it runs the bedrock of deep affection and mutual respect. She’s stood by me through the worst moments of my life, not been judgemental, accepted me as a person in all my facets..good,bad and ugly. She’s wise beyond her years, and a very good mother (in fact, I sadly think she’s a much better mother than I ever was.) She did a lot of her growing up far away from me…but the UC (Umbilical Cord) is strong.

It’s just an ordinary day, but I join many other mothers who love their daughters deeply and unconditionally. If I’d gone to a supermarket to select a daughter, I could not have done better than the model I’ve got.

And if she makes another crack about Nityananda after she reads this I will kidnap her children.

Sounds…

July 26, 2018

My walk home from my daughter’s, in terms of sounds:
the burbling, liquid sound of the Red-whiskered Bulbul and a couple of Tailorbirds, then the harsh cawing of crows.
The rasping of two coconut brooms that a pourakramika uses to clean leaf litter and trash.
The clank of the bucket and mug, that maid wields to wash the front the house.
The echoing call of “soppu!” from a pushcart vendor.
Cars, two-wheelers and the whine of autos as I cross the main road.
Snatches of conversation as I pass people, some of it very intriguing.
The monsoon wind soughing through the branches of a large Gulmohar tree.
The Venkatesha Suprabhatam from the phone of one walker who has apparently not heard of earphones.
The “ha-ha-ha” of the Laughter Club.
The honking horns of impatient motorists rushing to work.
Mukesh’s “chal ri sajni” from an open window.
A program on Ambabai, on Amurthavarshini channel, in my own ears.
My own footsteps as I climb the four floors.
Finally, the key in my front door…

Poetry from my daughter’s pen

May 3, 2018

Dopamine skies
1st May 2018

…eight-nine-ten-change
The wind offers cool whispers
As we rotate the other ankle
Copper pod petals cling defiantly
To the dark tar sheet
Rinsed clean sometime last night
Dawn stirs awake in wisps
Night dances on her snooze button
A drop on my shoulder at Madhavan Park
Reminds me to speed up
The unconcerned metro
Zooms past swaying branches
Breezy gusts offer approval
For my effort down 40th cross.
Lunges stretch to the horizon
Mountain-like in layered bands of grey
Soft sheets give way to seductive swirls above
The corner of the terrace is on fire
Gulmohar flames are un-extinguishable
My abs soften down to shavasana
The sky begins to kiss us all
Dopamine drops
Fragile at first, then less delicate
We are compelled to linger
Then submit to the splendid shower
A rainbow day awaits me.

Conversation on the colour of eyes, 080714

July 9, 2014

A: My beautiful brown eyed sweetheart…
K: Nnnyyy, I want blue eyes…
A: But why, you have lovely eyes
K: But everyone pretends they are chocolate and tries to eat them
A: But if you have blue eyes, then people will pretend they are blueberries, and try to eat them too.
K: No, Madison says that blue eyes are water, and no one likes to have water that much, so I want blue eyes.

Here are those eyes, on 150210:

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Meanwhile, in STL….

May 31, 2014

I’m busy posting about my Kudremukh program, but when The Boods intervene, they take priority.

So here’s The Booda, who was given this sleeveless tee (it’s called a wife-beater, no doubt after the ‘macho’ hunks who wear it and indulge in that particular pastime!):

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And AM writes that she and her daughter are usually basket cases in the morning:

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Oh, I agree! The primary basket case is sitting here, enjoying the photographs!

My superchild….

May 25, 2014

Her FB update:

The Gods must have read my FB post about no pats on the back. Today there were two important ones. My boss introduced me & my role to the Board of Commissioners this morning. His was both gracious and grand in introducing my role and skills. After the meeting, the CEO asked what my previous role at Metro had been, and the COO explained on my behalf, and was also very complimentary – saying that I did an excellent and methodical job in managing 1/4 of the entire opening of the cross county rail line (a 9mile extension & ~$0.7 Billion job) in managing all the internal Metro preparation. Indeed, he elevated my past work to the level of the VP who was “managing the other 3/4”.

How on earth did I give birth to this superwoman, I wonder!

Here’s a pic of us from 1993:

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My daughter…my life…

Banjaran, and name-bracelets, India Gate, Delhi, 260314

March 27, 2014

First my daughter had two Banjara girls, whom she asked to thread together various name beads for all of KTB’s friends at Urban Sprouts, the daycare back home:

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The threads they used were so colourful:

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As were the ornaments on the girls’ hands:

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The beads cost Rs.2 each, and though the girls were illiterate, they asked for our help in stringing them together the right way:

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You can see “ABIGAIL” being spelt out here:

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While they did their work, corn-on-the-cob was shared:

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Soon, word seemed to spread that here was a person who would pay well, and she seemed to be running an ethnic cottage industry on the lawns of India Gate!

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My daughter finally had to walk away with others pestering her, but she was happy that she’d given them employment, at least for a while.

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These Banjarans were so colourful…I wish their lives were as colourful, too!

Four hand photography…

February 22, 2013

This family wins, hands down…

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A sister and her brother
Are joined by their mother
(Who belongs to a different land)
A father adds another
To this image of four hands!

DS asked for AM’s hand in marriage, and he’s always given a hand with the household chores, been a great handyman with mechanical repairs….I hope they always walk hand-in-hand through life, and I hope their life-tennis is full of forehand serves!

The diaper change from hell

February 11, 2013

The joys of having a son….