Inspirational stuff


Humour and Inspirational stuff and Personal22 Aug 2008 02:32 am

A great speech at the NTU annual convocation that I found here. Adrian Tan gave this speech to the graduating class of 2008.
[via my colleague Deepak]

I must say thank you to the faculty and staff of the Wee Kim Wee School of Communication and Information for inviting me to give your convocation address. It’s a wonderful honour and a privilege for me to speak here for ten minutes without fear of contradiction, defamation or retaliation. I say this as a Singaporean and more so as a husband.

My wife is a wonderful person and perfect in every way except one. She is the editor of a magazine. She corrects people for a living. She has honed her expert skills over a quarter of a century, mostly by practising at home during conversations between her and me.

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Business and Inspirational stuff03 Aug 2007 11:17 pm

There have been times when I have criticised the media for wasting too much ink on N. R. Narayana Murthy (NRN). But this time, rediff.com comes up with a great one. The kind you always want to read but don’t find anywhere. Click here to access the article.

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India and Inspirational stuff and Serious thoughts21 May 2007 12:17 am

[Via email from Hemanth]

Vivek Pradhan wasn’t a happy man. Even the plush comfort of the First Class air-conditioned compartment of the Shatabdi Express couldn’t cool his frayed nerves. He was the Project Manager and still not entitled to air travel. It was not the prestige he sought, he had tried to reason with the admin guy, it was the savings in time. A Project Manager had so many things to do!

He opened his case and took out the laptop, determined to put the time to some good use.

“Are you from the software industry sir”, the man beside him was staring appreciatively at the laptop.
Vivek glanced briefly and mumbled in affirmation, handling the laptop now with exaggerated care and importance as if it were an expensive car.

“You people have brought so much advancement to the country sir. Today everything is getting computerized”
“Thanks”, smiled Vivek, turning around to give the man a detailed look. He always found it difficult to resist appreciation. The man was young and stocky like a sportsman. He looked simple and strangely outfox place in that little lap of luxury like a small-town boy in a prep school. He probably was a Railway sportsman making the most of his free traveling pass.

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Inspirational stuff01 Dec 2005 03:38 pm
The Rediff Special/Shobha Warrier in Chennai

I first met Kousalya in 1999. She was just back from a hospital and looked extremely thin, tired and weak. But her strength shone through in a joke she cracked.

Visits to hospitals had become a part of her life, she quipped, like visits to cinema halls and supermarkets are to other people.

Six years and many meetings have passed since then. Kousalya is now the face of India’s battle against the dreaded Human Immunodeficiency Virus that causes the Acquired Immunodeficiency Syndrome, or AIDS.

Yes, Kousalya is HIV positive. And she has not let the virus drag her down to negativity. She has fought it every way she can — not only inside her body or in Namakkal, her hometown in Tamil Nadu, but all over the world.

Ten years ago, Kousalya was the ordinary young bride of a truck driver. Within a month of her marriage, her husband fell ill. His doctors wanted a test to be done on her too. The results said she was HIV positive.

She didn’t even know what it meant, then.

Seven months later, AIDS, the new word in her vocabulary, killed her husband. Some of the doctors gave her two months to live.

She proved them wrong.

The thin, tired Kousalya has now added a few kilos, and a lot of self-belief. From a timid girl hesitant to speak even in Tamil, she has transformed into a woman who radiates confidence and is quite fluent in English.

As the president of PWN Plus — Positive Women Network Plus — she is the brave face of HIV positive women in India.

“When I first started taking the ART [anti-retroviral therapy] drug in 1999, it cost Rs 7,000, now I need to pay only Rs1,600 for it. I need one dose a month. Now, the government gives it free also. But since I can afford it, I buy my dose,” Kousalya says, outlining probably the most positive development for AIDS patients so far.

One aspect of Kousalya has not changed, though. She still wears a smile, always, though it hides a volcano of pent-up anger. Her husband knew he was HIV positive when he married Kousalya.

“I couldn’t bear the thought of being cheated. More than sad, I was very, very angry,” she says. “Even today, the thought of having been cheated is extremely painful to me. I still can’t get over it.”

Unlike many HIV positive people in India, Kousalya’s family and friends stood by her, which gave her “the courage to face the reality.”

“Though there is stigma and discrimination attached to HIV and AIDS, I did not face it. When I came to know that there were other victims also like me, I wanted to put an end to such injustices. I decided no other woman should go through what I went through.”

Kousalya decided to speak to the media about how she was cheated and what precautions young girls should take before getting married. It was a brave step at a time when AIDS patients had as hard a time fighting the society as the disease. As Kousalya recalls, “In those days, nobody openly admitted to being HIV positive.”

Kousalya even let herself be photographed.

What changed her life was a meeting she had with Ashok Pillai, an HIV positive person who made no bones about his ailment, in 1997. Pillai and Kousalya were both in Madurai as speakers at a public function.

Remembering Ashok Pillai

“It was from him that I got the strength and confidence to face the world, and speak aloud,” says Kousalya.

When Pillai modelled for a poster on HIV positive people, it was the first of its kind. “He was the first one to come out. But today, there are so many such faces in the open,” says Kousalya.

She moved from Namakkal to Chennai with her uncle, and joined Pillai in his initiative called INP Plus (Indian Network for Positive People Plus).

When INP Plus decided on a separate wing for women and children, they started PWN Plus. And who better to head it than Kousalya? From 60 members, the number of women members of PWN Plus has grown to 5,000.

The first international conference Kousalya attended was in Malaysia, in 1999. “I didn’t know anything about conferences then. I didn’t know to speak or express myself in English. I was also very scared. I asked for an interpreter and spoke in Tamil on what we ‘positive’ women faced,” says Kousalya.

“I also had to make a presentation at the conference; Ashok helped me. It was Ashok who gave me a lot of confidence and allayed my fears. We also fought a lot. Ashok said I should not talk ill of my husband but I could never forgive him [her husband] for what he did to me. Ashok also pointed out that I had a lot of pent-up anger in me which I should learn to channelise.”

The anger is still there, but she has harnessed it. “My anger gives me a lot of energy, and I use it to do better things. But when I feel terribly angry, I give vent to my feelings by painting. Painting to me is like shouting or crying aloud.”

Times have changed, Kousalya says. There was a time when people would not even go near an HIV positive person. “Now the general public, at least in Tamil Nadu, do not show any discrimination.

“It’s all because of the networks we have even at the district and sub-district levels. To remove stigma from this disease, even the government is taking us to various platforms and making us speak. That is not there in other states, except Andhra Pradesh.”

Kousalya says till recently, the National Aids Control Organisation used to draft policies on its own. Now, because of protests from various networks, NACO is involving HIV positive people in its committees.

Similarly, NACO did not even have programmes for women, except for commercial sex workers.

“Who will know us and our problems better than ourselves,” asks Kousalya. “Things are changing now, with gender committees and gender desks in place.”

Now, new projects and travels take up most of Kousalya’s time. Her life revolves around PWN Plus. “I don’t think of myself as a separate identity from PWN Plus. When I look back, I cannot believe how far PWN Plus has progressed and how much we have achieved.”

She is also doing her thesis as a population health Fellow with a fellowship from the Population Council.

 

Does she miss being married, having a family, having children? Kousalya’s answer is a firm ‘no.’ “Because I have not seen any man who is different. I find them still the same. As for children, I see a lot of children all around me. I told Dr Manorama of CHES [a Chennai organisation that works with AIDS orphans] that I wanted to go there on Sundays to take care of the AIDS orphans but soon I found I have no time for that,” Kousalya says.

“I look at it this way: There are so many women and children who are suffering; why not spend my life for all of them?”

She does indulge in life’s simple pleasures — like riding a two-wheeler to office. “I wanted to own a vehicle for a long time. Now that I have one, I feel so liberated and free — like a bird.”

Dreams? She chuckles. “I have spoken in the Indian Parliament to our MPs about the problems HIV positive people face. I also was fortunate enough to address the UK Parliament. I have had interactions with our President Dr APJ Abdul Kalam, with UN Secretary General Kofi Annan and also with Congress President Sonia Gandhi,” Kousalya says with evident pride.

“I could achieve all this because I was an HIV positive woman. I consider these some of the advantages of being a ‘positive’ woman! If I were not HIV positive, I would have lived like an ordinary woman in Namakkal!”

The extraordinary woman from Namakkal has given the phrase ‘positive thinking’ a whole new meaning.

December 1 is World AIDS Day.

Blogging and Inspirational stuff01 Oct 2005 06:00 pm

When desires try to understand each other through the eyes,
And souls communicating with each other,
Dreams reach out
to the ecstasy that our imagination cannot.

With emotions settling down for a deep conversation,
And thoughts revolving around the other,
Feelings touch each other
for a joy that superficial physical touch cannot.

When minds talk to each other,
Spoken words seem so emotionless,
The enveloping silence
conveys more than what words can only hope.

Adi

Inspirational stuff20 Sep 2005 12:15 pm

[via Gayathri]

A father, Micheal Quinn received a cassette with his daughter’s first step as his 44th birthday gift. His eyes were filled with tears to see his 20 year old daughter walking. It was his daughter’s first step since a decade, since an accident had paralysed her.

Gemma Quinn, a Briton born, led a normal life that any of us led until the age of 7. In the year of 1992, she met with an accident due to which she suffered severe spinal injuries. She was paralysed from the neck down. Doctors had informed her parents that she will not be able to walk or breathe on her own.

After the accident, she lost the use of all her four limbs and was unable to do anything for herself on her own. She lived with the help of her parents and 24-hour carers. Not just for her chores, but even to breathe she needed help.

She didn’t lose hope. Neither did her parents. They tried all possible means to get her cured. They were there next to her at any time of the day at her service. Their lives had changed and so they did too.

It took Gemma almost nine months to be able to breathe without a ventilator. Doctors were surprised. The only thing they could give credit to was her determination.

At the hospital, she became the darling of the spinal injuries unit. She helped deliver meals to the patients and encouraged them to eat. “You must eat to build up your strength. You won’t want to be fed by tube. I’ve had that. Its horrible. Now eat up.” She became the motivation for the hospitalised.

In 1995, when Superman star Christopher Reeve broke his spinal cord, Gemma wrote to him: “I know it seems like the end of the world, but you will be surprised. It took me three years to adjust, but now I am a happy girl.” The clarity in thinking that Gemma had, is not something that is achievable easily. Even when a catheter caused an undiagnosed kidney infection which could have killed her, she consoled her dad saying, “The doctors didn’t mean to screw it up”. In 1996, she was awarded the “Child of Courage” award.

Although she could not walk or use her hands, she passed five subjects in General Certificate in Secondary Education and four subjects in A-level by dictating answers to her caregivers. Then she saw a problem. “After finishing my education at 18, I didn’t know what I wanted to do exactly with my life. I was probably at my lowest … before I found my mind instructor.”

In February 2003, she joined Mind Instructor run by Mr. Hratch Ogali. He is a former Armenian jeweller and has no formal medical training. The therapy involved intensive mental exercises, such as focusing on feeling her toes, breathing exercises, meditation and physical exercises. Her therapy started with a 1 hour session. The sessions are intense and require a lot of strength. Now her therapist gives her a session for three and a half hours. Later on, she practises for five or more hours. She moved to London in order to concentrate completely on the therapy.

It took a decade for her determination to finally see some results. She can now walk 20 steps without aid, kick a football and cycle. She filmed this and sent it to her dad on his birthday. “I wanted to do something special for my dad because we have a really strong bond and he’s always been so supportive of me”, she says, “By the end of it, everyone in the room was crying. There wasn’t a dry eye, but I didn’t. I always thought it would feel different when I walked, but it didn’t. It was instinctive. I didn’t even think about it. I just did it.”

Gemma’s “Never say die” attitude never did die. She even started an international spinal research fund raising appeal and has raised more than 100, 000 pounds. “I just see myself as someone getting on with life. I’m quite happy. I just want to see the world, do things and live normally.”

“My ultimate aim is to make a full recovery. I just want an improved quality of life. I’m always pushing myself, thinking about how to use what I’ve gained and where to go next.”

When asked for a message to other people with disabilities, “You can still live a life and be happy despite your condition and maybe there’ll be a solution within the next few years to improve the quality of life. Once you have accepted your condition and overcome it, you can move on.”

Some say it’s a medical miracle. Some say over time people recover. What she said is “It’s a real battle of wills, but I always win.”

Links
Mind Instructor: “Dad, We’re going to be Allright”
Today Singapore: September 12, 2005, page 20
Telegraph News: “This accident has made me who I am”
BBC News: Paralysed girl’s ‘miracle’ steps.

Inspirational stuff and Serious thoughts22 Aug 2005 12:31 am

This incident happened in the summer of 1997.

I was doing my Senior Intermediate in Hyderabad. My closest friend Vamshee and I were as usual roaming the streets and generally doing whatever helped us away from the study table! We were coming out of a shop called “Lorven” on Shivam Road near Osmania University campus. We used to go around on a chetak at Hyderabad. Chetak is the best vehicle! So, I was taking my chetak out from the parking lot. Vamshee was waiting for me to take it out.

By then there was somebody whom Vamshee was talking to. Vamshee looks like this nice kid next door whom you can ask anything. So I thought this was one such conversation of Vamshee with yet another stranger! Little did I know that this was going to be an incident that will come to our mind time and again to remind us of what resolve is all about! I also joined in the conversation. It was a short conversation!

The person was barefoot. His face was expressionless.

His question was, “Which way do I go to Patancheru?” That’s like asking someone in Bangalore, which way to Hyderabad?!
Vamshee and I (I don’t remember who) just replied, “It’s atleast 40 kms from here. From where are you coming?”

He answered with no change in his expressions, “Vanasthalipuram”. That’s another 20 kms in the opposite direction.

“How did you come?”

“By walk” What?!

“How do you plan to go to Patancheru?”

“I will walk all the way” This guy is either mad or he is in extreme difficulty.

“Go straight on this road and ask someone at the next main road to your right”

As soon as we said that the man began walking with great focus in the direction we pointed. He never thanked us. Weird still is the fact that the thought of expecting a thanks never occurred to us.

We were just staring at each other in part disbelief over what had just happened and part contemplation of whether we could do something more for this person. The person was walking towards Patancheru from Shivam Road with quick small steps unmindful of what he had done to us. In the peak of summer, this barefooted man was just concentrating on going to Patancheru. Even the heat didn’t matter to him. Such was his sense of mission.

We went behind the man on our chetak stopped him in his way. Gave him Ten rupees and showed him where the nearest bus stop was. And told him the numbers of the buses that would take him to Patancheru. From there we went home with a satisfaction of having made a small difference.

More than having made a difference, the man showed us that if you have the resolve to achieve your goal you only need pointers at the relevant places to tell you whether you are going the right way or not. You can go without anyone’s help. It was we who volunteered to help him. He never expected any help out of anyone. It was a 40kms (Actually, the distance didn’t matter to him) walk for him.

That day we learnt that if we were serious about achieving a goal then we needed a steely resolve. The kind of resolve the man had shown on that hot summer day. It was his sense of mission that really brings us back to reality whenever we start thinking that we have achieved something great. We still have a lot to achieve.

We don’t know if he reached Patancheru or not. But we are sure that with his kind of resolve, he would have easily reached there. He taught us how to focus on our goals. We have all the comforts in Life, yet we keep cribbing about one thing or the other. Look at this man, barefooted in the peak of summer at Hyderabad he was ready to walk to Patancheru and he didn’t have one word to say against anything!

That’s sense of mission!

Tomorrow: Part One of Sunday’s discourse at Ramakrishna Math on Brihadaranyaka Upanishad by Swami Gautamananda

Inspirational stuff and Personal and School19 Aug 2005 02:45 pm

After lunch together I went back to office. Preethi and Goddi decided to watch a movie. So, I suggested Sathyam complex and helped them into an auto to that place. Without knowledge of tamil, it’s really tough to aviod getting fleeced by these rogues I tell you! We had agreed to meet again (this time for dinner) by around 7.00PM before their train left for Bangarpet (Preethi’s hometown).

How can work allow me to go there on time? Something or the other would come up till the last moment and finally I was able to leave at 7PM. To reach the hotel where they were staying would take me 10 mins in case of zero traffic and now it was still peak hour.

Reached the hotel at 7.45PM and they were ready to proceed for dinner. We walked across to the Saravana Bhavan inside the Shanti theatre complex and seated ourselves for a typical Tamil dinner – idli, vada, dosa. Just then I got a call from a colleague, and we got involved in our conversation. But I was determined to spend some quality time with Goddi and Preethi.

As soon as I returned to the table, we began discussing how their friendship bloomed into love and finally into marriage. They were telling me how Goddi proposed and how scared Preethi was about the whole issue. She didn’t want to get into a relationship knowing that it wouldn’t get the approval of her parents. Caste issues! She initially said no and later agreed. There was a time gap of 1 week in the turnaround and I can imagine what went through Goddi during that period. From there till today, it has been 7 years. And they have been together through thick and thin. Faced their parents with resolve and love. For some strange reason, parents tend to think you are not capable of making the right choice when it comes to choosing your lifepartner. Especially true if you have chosen one from another caste!

It was not so much of the love story that interested me. It was the great chemistry that the two share that made me so happy. They looked so happy together. And happiness is contagious! These guys are not looking outward for happiness. They find their happiness in each other. Togetherness is happiness for them. They are not bothered about conformance from others as much as they are about acceptance from each other. That’s true love. Take a bow Preethi and Goddi! May God bless you with a life of happiness! I will also pray to Him that you come to India and live at a distance where we can meet up whenever we want to!

After meeting them, I went back to office and had to work till late in the night. I never felt the physical strain affect my mind because it had just been infected with so much happiness that it became my state of mind too. It gives me so much happiness that I am close to such people who spread happiness by just being there. Better still, they infect you with it! That’s Preethi and Goddi for you!

Another post today on: Mysore goes Wi-Fi

Inspirational stuff and Personal and School18 Aug 2005 07:00 pm

Sometimes you are having a very busy day. Work is keeping you busy from morning to late nights. You are jetting around the city at a mad pace to get things done. Just then, there’s a call from a friend (Gowtham, and since we are friends since school, we call him Goddi) whose marriage you didn’t attend because of this same work. Feeling good that he actually didn’t take your absence (despite being friends since schooldays to engineering days!) from his marriage to heart, you answer the call. If the first sentence you hear is, “I am in Chennai”, trust me, your joy will know no bounds!

I almost jumped on hearing that. It was 9.30AM in the morning and I was starting my Independence Week with a great surprise. I was supposed to be in Office by 9.30AM, but I was still lazily stuffing myself with breakfast. We agreed to meet for lunch. He was here for a visa interview for his wife. (Preethi, is a fellow batchmate from NIE Mysore. We knew that these two were going around since the time they became friends. Yes! It’s a crime to miss their wedding!)

It was 12.15PM and I was in Higginbothams trying to figure out what books to gift the newly-weds. Finally I chose to give them three books: ‘Ramayana’ and ‘Mahabharata’ by C. Rajagopalachari and ‘Autobiography of a Yogi’ by Paramahamsa Yogananda. Goddi isn’t much into reading. Neither was I till a few months back! ;-) So, hope it helps Preethi and later Goddi can learn from her!

We had lunch together at Sangeetha’s on Ethiraj Salai. I don’t remember the last time Goddi and I had lunch together! Not that we cried over lunch! But we were very happy we were able to meet before they left for the US. We first fought over the Linux – Windows topic as both the three of us were into computers either by profession or interest. They are both electronics and communications engineers, so they know their computers bloody well! Goddi is a Linux freak and I have become one after getting into my present job. Ok. I am not digressing into my Linux Love!

The best part about having lunch with a friend is that you can talk and talk and talk to your heart’s content and eat to the same scale! ;-) Nobody is bothered about etiquette. Of course, we are not going to spit food around and laugh with our mouths full! At times, it’s tough to control even that, but we manage to do it! The college jokes are too irresistible to just enjoy by giving a corporate smile (the kinds we give to a supposed joke by bosses!) We were just laughing our way through the lunch. It was one of the most light-hearted lunches I have had in a while!

During schooldays, Goddi and I and six more of us from our gang would have lunch together. We would share whenever possible and have a generally jolly lunch. During college, we used to hang out in the canteen with a by-two tea and a samosa or whatever! All those days come running back to me now, when I recall our lunch together! Probably, the last one for years to come! Some people call me stupidly emotional. Maybe this is the reason! I drag too many things into the present from the past. I like it, I do it! These moist eyes that I have at present give me a recall of those happy and carefree days.

But, (Preethi and) Goddi, you made my day yar! It was such a hectic day on the work-end and I never felt the load even for a minute on my mind. My body slept only for 4 hrs that night and worked for 36 hrs with that 4 hrs sleep (not a nap because it was from 1.30AM to 5.30AM!).

Old friends are better than Gold. If I was asked to choose from a kg of gold or 8 hrs of sleep on that day, I would have chosen sleep. Yeah, now you know I am lazy to what extent? But now I know that God chooses to give you something that you and your brain can’t think of. From the next time, I will choose to have a friend over for a day at Chennai than anything else to rejuvenate me!

Thanks for being such a great friend, Goddi!

Tomorrow:

  1. Old friends are better than gold – Part II
  2. Mysore goes Wi-Fi
Forwards and Inspirational stuff and Serious thoughts08 Aug 2005 11:30 am

Got this extremely good forward on email.

A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year grandson. The old man’s hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather’s shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.

The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. “We must do something about Grandfather,” said the son. “I’ve had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor”. So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed their dinners together.

Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl. When the family glanced in Grandfather’s direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.

The four-year-old watched it all in silence. One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, “What are you making?” Just as sweetly, the boy responded, “Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when you get old.” The four year old smiled and went back to work.

The words so struck the parents that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done. That evening the husband took Grandfather’s hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.

I’ve learned that, regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life. I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.

I’ve learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you. But, if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others, your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you.

I’ve learned that children’s eyes observe more than there ears ever hear and the example we set for them determines their actions.

I’ve learned that make a “living” is not the same thing as making a “life”. I’ve learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone. People love that human touch — holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.

It’s so nice. Having a Father’s day is not going to help this change come across. If you value your father, then you will take care of him every moment of your existence. It’s such gift to have a father. And appa amma, to have parents like you is enough. I can’t think of anything to better to ask from God anytime.

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