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I am a soul

Manifestation of His joy

Longing for life in this ethereal existence

In the wilderness called -world.


I am NOT!

A colour – that defines my existence

It’s a wrapper, not the gift,

Don’t judge me by my cover

For, I am profound,

In this wilderness called world!


I am NOT!

A caste -that stifles the breath of being

And binds the citizens of a free nation

With invisible ropes.

Preventing them from embracing all!

I am serene, in this wilderness called -world.


I am NOT!

A creed-that looks down upon other

creations of God

That make the lives complex

By unmindful onslaughts of terror.

I am PEACE in this wilderness called- world.


I am brother to all,

With love I melt all walls

That stand between two creeds

Belittling their efforts to knead emotions

In this wilderness called- world.


I am a sister to all,

Who hugs their dreams ‘n aspirations,

Who knows not limits of colors

That enters them in a brawl,

And loses them in this wilderness called world!


I am a soul called LOVE

That knows the joy of peace

That tastes the ambrosia sweet

And makes all see His light

Glowing in our beings -in this wilderness called-world!

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Words and sword,
have the same letters
And the same effect
If used unwisely.
Punish me not,
for a fault that you too did
In your own childhood!

Punish me not

with those scathing words
That cut my soul.
Punish me not
with that dismissing glance ,
Ridiculing me like a mole.


My plea to thee
Just care for me
And with a loving tone please guide me.

I won’t go astray
If you just once say,
You have faith in me.

I have always searched
The eyes of all
to find some praise for me.

Be my angel,
And be my guide
Don’t punish me
Just stay by my side!



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KARNA-The unsolved dilemma of conscience

KARNA –Ek Maun Kolahal.

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In Mahabharat, which is a saga of re-establishing dharma, a fierce battle settles the scores between two families and brothers astound the world with the utter fanaticism of their vows, there emerges a character who has no parallel in any mythology or history -Karna.
           The story of Karna is the story of lost identity, rejection, humiliation and resurgence. In a society so claustrophobically chained in the shackles of Varna, he finds himself bestowed with divinity but eclipsed by the identity of being a Sutputra. He writhes in pain when denied acceptance by Gurus, scoffed at by the woman he aspires to be the suitor of and rejected by Kshatriya clan. Karna braves all atrocities to remain true to his one friend indeed, Duryodhan and stands the test of all storms by clinging staunchly on to his principle of faithfulness. His valour is unmatchable and so is his generosity. His life is an odyssey of a man who strives to prove his worth at every turn of events without achieving desired results.

The irony of irony is, the truth of his noble birth is revealed to him at a point when he can least take it. He rises to heroic stature by rejecting the promise of life and security like a true tragic hero.
He still assures his mother with an unprecedented magnanimity that she will remain a mother of five sons, no matter what.
Destiny smiles cruelly but Karna chooses not to let her label him an unfaithful coward, an opportunist and undutiful son. He accepts his catharsis and knows that the arrow that sucks his own life, has been shot from his own blood.
This tale of a mother and her betrayal to her son makes Karna an unforgettable story of the unsolved dilemma which haunts the realms of conscience forever.


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How to run your department successfully- Chris Turner


by Sunita Rajiv

‘How to run your department successfully’ is the result of work carried out in the last ten years among the subject leaders working in secondary schools. This uniquely practical book deals specifically with current issues faced by subject heads of department (HODs).The author has drawn heavily from his research work, case studies, interviews with HODs of all subjects, their reflection journals, from an impressive and expansive bibliography and the result is a book that serves within its cover all the possible dimensions of an administrator’s job.

Various aspects of leadership, features of effective departments, managing the twin role of teaching-learning and leading a department which might not always be supportive, working with parents and pupils while keeping a good grip on the four stages of growth, namely forming, storming, norming and performing;a careful and detailed approach to all such vital fields gives the reader a complete picture of a leader’s role. All derivations are well supported by evidence either from people in the job or from writers who have already done a commendable research in the field. Sensitive issues like conflicts between subject leaders and the department or management are dealt with deftly.

To be a change agent Turner has a three-pronged approach-1. A sense of timing, 2.ability to motivate people 3.dealing with teacher resistance in a sensitive fashion [chapter 6] is worth etching on stone. The leader needs to understand that the different perspectives on learning from experience have to be a mixture of “reflection-on-action and reflection-in-action”.

Turner is acutely aware of the need for CPD for the role model-the HOD and recommends professional development to all leaders. Each chapter ends with discussion points and forces the reader to reflect upon his own learning. The suggested reading list is rich and complete and the language is lucid.

One can recommend this book to all departmental heads who have donned this responsibility recently while seniors can read it as a refresher as it has newness of approach and richness of strategies.


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Kanak Vrindavan Temple & Garden- Part 1/ Natwar ji Temple


Jaipur Thru My Lens !!

Kanak Vrindavan is a beautiful temple and garden complex situated close to Amer Palace in Jaipur. These temples are dedicated to Lord Krishna.

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History of Kanak Vrindavan Temple, Jaipur

Temples at Kanak Vrindavan date back to 1713 AD when Maharajah Jai Singh II, founder of Jaipur ordered construction of a new temple for establishing deity of Lord Govind Dev ji which was moved from Govind Devji Temple in Vridavana in 1669 AD after Mughal emperor Aurangzeb issued orders to destroy Hindu temples across India. Vrindavana is the birth place of Lord Krishna, also famed for ISKON/ Hare Krishna movement.

(If you have never heard about Auranzeb & Mughals, you can scroll below for details & information)

This movement of deities from Vrindavana to Amer/ Jaipur was precautionary as the Kachhava rulers of Jaipur were devout followers of Lord Govind Dev ji. In part, it…

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Silver’s signatured on my hair
And gold has filled my heart.
Wrinkles are here to stay forever, 
no creams can make them part.
The mirror tells new tales so pale 
that mornings make me shy!
The aging eyes shine bright n say
“Don’t ask the reason, Why?”
But sings my soul the songs so pure
the songs of love divine.
the sky seems eager to touch my dreams,
the earth reassures- you’re mine.
Such silky thoughts surround my being 
and softly whisper in ears,
“Just hold the tiny hand of a child
dispel her all fears!
Just take her angel face in your palm
 and peep into those little eyes,
You will see me holding the whole universe
And a life full of surprise!”
I know the reason of that hair 
so silvery why they shine?
the treasure trove of love they bring
to love all- all are mine!
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October evening

The sun melted silently

And darkness grows like pain

I listened to my woes

And eyes couldn’t hold the rain.

Just when I sank in despair

You whispered in my ears

“Hold on to hope one more day

Life won’t cheat you my dear!”

I rose like smoke so vaguely

As if I was meant to dissolve

I felt my fist go tighter

And was filled with a new resolve.

This day will pass and so will

Many more that come

Though lost are dreams of mine

I will cling on to some.

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