Papaya Boy

One more memorable trip to Bangalore. The city I always love because of my near and dear ones.
This time I got a chance to spend lot of time with my nephew and got to see better, the imaginary world of a kid.

How natural and genuine they are with what they want. He always want the papaya, plays with papaya and likes all the papaya street vendors. Any story he is telling or listening must have a papaya tree with yellow and green papaya, the papaya vendor near his house (Jaggesh - who always keep the better papaya for Ani..later my sister told me they don't know his real name) and every tree which grow small papaya for him.
If you talk anything apart from papaya, cows, dogs, birds (bulbul, which only eats yellow papaya and leaves the green one for my nephew) or coconut, that's of no worth to listen. After all his world is all real. No artificial toys, puppies or machines.
Every street dog knows him, I think even the birds on the coconut trees know him and listen to him.

No wonder they are smart, and these kids are getting smarter. They are simple, honest, fiercely know what they want (no business school is required for that), know what they want to listen (no meditation is required for that) and perfectly determined in getting the thing in their mind.

That's why the kids are wiser than adults. Aren't they?

A Salute to Pt. Puttaraj Gawai

A finest musician, a gifted writer, a wonderful humanitarian and above all an ideal to selfless living, Pandit Puttaraj Gawai, well deserved PadmaBhushan Award.

Congratulations Mr. Puttaraj Gawai.

A born blind, created/made the life of thousands of blind and poor children. Overcome the limitations of physical handicap and grown the the height any normal person need to look up to. I never wonder why the people of North Karnataka worship him as living god.

**(Photo from Internet)

**More Information on Puttaraj Gawaiji : www.puttarajgavaiji.com

Your Shot Jigsaw Puzzle

Woman, India and facts

Hi, How are you doing Venessa, I am Vanita.
Hi, take out my coat, and sit. (She puts her coat in the visitor’s chair, where I supposed to sit). She greeted be back, thanks GOD. Otherwise I am used to all the cold welcomes from these high profile teams and will take the chair without being offered.

I looked at her, she is carrying, may be in 7th or 8th month, and I am a prospective candidate too. So we can definitely talk these things and have a little good conversation to begin with. I asked her ‘how many more months?’, ‘Till December exactly like you’ (I am supposed to complete the project by December and leave the team). ‘ So..Have you started shopping for the baby’ (They do it America, as they have to manage every bit of life independently; they finish of the baby shopping before delivery)
‘Yeah.. I did, it's a baby gal, I love to shop for gals’ (Of course, America is always consumerist)

Now I did the mistake of my life, trying to give a bit out side America. I told her, In India, sex of the fetus will not be revealed. It is not yet legal and common. So we all need to wait till the delivery to determine the sex of the baby.

Yeah…. obviously, in your country they kill the baby gals, and also females in many names.

Are we...really... I just can't accept this as fact!!!!