Ideology through Society, Culture, Family and Sports

At the beginning of May 2019, I was between jobs. On an advise from a well-wisher friend , I attended a Level 1 Table Tennis coaching certification, conducted at the YMCA, Alleppey . Shortly afterwards, I was allowed a chance to work as a part-time coach in the academy he runs . Having been involved in a lot of sports throughout my life, this is the opportunity I have been craving for. It hasn't been smooth sailing right through. I have found coaching beginners to be reasonably easy - for the simple reason, they listen. For someone who believes he is yet to acquire proven credentials on coaching, slightly advanced players pose a challenge. I had to become assertive to deal with everyone. I needed to change - I turned to books for help. I didn't spend time to arrive at a list of books I wanted to read. I chose something that was lying around - "Conquering the Mind" from Eknath Easwaran [had borrowed it from my brother in law , without really attempti

This afternoon the news about the legendary playwright, Crazy Mohan passing away came through. Without really knowing him in person, it was shattering. I belong to an age where TV serials [not the everlasting ones we see today] that happen once a week were something we looked forward to with lot of eagerness. Here’s Crazy comes to my mind straightaway. We are referring to pre-youtube and only-Doordarshan days - therefore, we didn't get entertainment on demand. We had to wait and the waits were worthwhile every single time. A tired day’s work for Fathers, a poor day at school for children, Mothers in need of a break between all house chores - Crazy Mohan and his troupe's serials entertained all of them. That explains the nature of his humor - clean and open for all. His brother, Maadhu Balaji who took up various prominent roles in his plays, requires a mention here. In addition to serials and plays, Crazy Mohan is a well known script writer for Tamil movies. Being

Writing on behalf of my Father, Duraiswamy C Addressed to The Commissioner of Police, South Delhi Credits to  HC Sanjay Nagar, HC Rajiv Chander and HC Beejpal Many of us face few challenges while travelling from South India to North and vice versa. The languages we speak are totally different and that does have an impact on the way we look at each other. I want to narrate a trivial incident which made me believe these barriers are only self-constructed. They can be broken if we want to. On the 26th of Jan, 2019 - A friend and I were travelling to attend a wedding in Fatehabad. Not wanting to carry a heavy luggage, we deposited our bags in the Nizamuddin railway station cloak room and collected a receipt, which we promptly missed soon afterwards [and didn’t realise, of course]. During our return journey, we had to take a train to Bangalore at 8:45 PM, 28-Jan-2019. While attempting to collect our baggage at 7:30 PM, we realized the receipt was no more with us. We trie