Author: Rhea
We have often used the metaphor of Gold in Leadership work. Metaphors are powerful. And sometimes we don’t really fully realize the power of that connection. This is an insight from a me-to -me experiment that I am doing with gold and it’s relationship with transformation. Growing up I have had an emotional and a physical allergy to gold. I have always been a silver person. In my younger days I considered it an act of defiance. Gold, at least in my mind, has been synonymous with tradition, patriarchy, power. Everything I rebelled against (why is a story for a different…
I Love laughing – and Here is an insight on one such laughter filled evening, when I was telling my favourite elephant and ant jokes.In the middle of the jokes..when the line between who was telling the joke and who was laughing blurred…and there was spontaneous telling and laughing happening.. I had a sudden realization… Here was a group of “intellectuals” wise people and accomplished in their own right..and a few of them downright “Rationalistic” …and yetAnd yet…ALL of them.. even the skeptic ..so called “Serious” ones..Just sat up a little differently…paused… in their minds,, when someone mentioned they were…
9.15 p.m. , Malad link road, where the suburban life has reached a crescendo of frenzied activity – A thick flux of People, cars pretending that they are patient, young couples oblivious to the chaos, older men shaking their heads and wondering, ”when did this happen?” , dogs adamantly lying exactly where the cars will pass, working moms mentally switching gears to another role balancing vegetables, laptop and life in general, kids playing, and noveaux cyclists most without helmets (so what if it’s hot?) ..enjoying the city , of course not to miss the willful walkers who are more avoiding…
This morning as I sit sipping tea ..reading the newspaper…With the morning sun streaming from behind And watch the playful shadow of my Plants With my maids humdrum in the background Some snippets of conversation while she tells me about her Life as usual…Three daughters and mother.. Husband who is conspicuous by his absence. .And oh! And by the way three school going sons of her sister who passed away 2 yrs. ago…again no husband.Her oldest daughter, class 3 student is an amazing dancer..(can she join the shama dava class (Shiamak Davar) didi?) . Second one is down with Jaundice … Some property…
Some words ..at the right time go a long way..and so does Faith. !! I was studying in class 1, in Little Angel’s High School, Sion – Bombay, (India) My dad worked with Air India at that time. And my class one, English teacher Annie Miss would tease me all the time about asking my dad to give her a free ticket. English was my favourite subject, by elimination. This was a time I was to go on an “Aeroplane” trip for the first time. There was still more than a month for the trip. But I was so excited.…
I am a regular at Prithvi..The cafe.and those who are regularly regular, know Mr. Joshi or know of Mr.Joshi, or Joshi Uncle..The lone figure with a flowing white beard playing a flute..under the tree..just by himself ..for himself. He comes plays..enjoys it for it’s sake…says a passing hello to anyone who cares to salute..him or his spirit ..actually it’s the same thing, for this 75 yr young..free spirit and just as inconspicuously goes away. A couple of months ago, when I was sitting with a some friends, listening to the meloncholy strains of the flute…the music..stopped.And my friend equally abruptly…
I was at graduation ceremony organized by Ashoka youth ventures last Sunday. An event that celebrates a year long journey of young entrepreneurs who have lived their dream and continue o the journey. That o was overwhelmed is an understatement. Lisening to 20 young people,(read avg age 19 yrs) coming and sharing about initiatives that they have taken. To share a few , A girl of 19 years , who could not complete her education as a result of insufficient finance, and had to drop out of schlool when she was in her 5th std, now gathers all school dropout…