Serendipity, Coincidences, Life

I was 17 when I spoke with a group of friends that I will home school my children. I was severely criticized, especially by the girls, saying what Gall.

As a student, wanted to work with the dis-abled.

Always wanted to learn German and used to listen to Voice of Germany even as a kid and had requested their language learning textbooks to follow the radio broadcast.

My mother used to taunt us, and say, would you look after me if my legs and hands did not work?

Fast forward to the future.........

When I married, and realised my wife was not finding work, suggested that she works at the local special school. She declined as she was not confident.

Prior to the birth of our second child, our friends had a special girl child. I printed tonnes of paper from the Internet to give them to read.

Three days prior to my son's birth, I gave my friend a cheque for a charity event he had cycled for. Proceeds were to go to the school my wife had declined to work for.

Third day, was born our special child. He had Down's Syndrome, same as my friends daughter.

Couple of months prior to his birth, my mother while being operated to excise a tumor, had her nerves severed and therefore lost lower limb motor control.

I worked eventually for a German company as their agent, and now speak fluent German.

I had learnt Urdu as a young child and found myself in the Middle East.

I was always inclined to the Occult and enjoyed reading about mysteries and have had lots of Deja Vu connections.

The Dalai Lama talks about imprints from previous births but I still do not believe.

Plenty of times, what we would have discussed, has appeared in the Spiritual Tree in the Times of India on the next day. Co-incidence?

Each time, I was at a decision fork, things have appeared to test me. Co-incidence?

Family together - Free Living, Homeschooling, Unschooling

When you know that what is on offer, is not what you want, then do you still buy?

- for the sake of convenience
- for lack of options
- actually realising that child rearing is best left to others
- myriad other reasons, double income being a prime one

This is an area where we will write occasionally about what we actually do with our kids. It should assist those, who are not parents yet and are considering children and are also appalled with the school system and the world that they themselves inhabit and still want to bring in additional lives. Again for a myriad reasons. One of them being "Pitru Seva" or ensuring that the clan/ tribe/ family/ country/ religion continues.

In olden times, these reasons could possibly be understood. But in this new age, why follow the old ways? We say the world is a village, then why cannot we serve the children, irrespective of paternal lineages or maternal lineages?

Why must we possess? Why must we have our own children? Why must we spend so much on one child when there are so many others who are left bereft of all the basic things? Why must we marry and have our own spouse? Is this also then, not the case of the tail wagging the dog?

A world gone insane..................... and we have the gall to wonder why?

A world that has enough food for all.............but where millions go hungry?

A world desperately in need of planning...........but where only corporate planning takes place with the sole objective of plundering, and creating even more disparity.

Starting Off

The urge to type or write......................

The question why.........................

The hopelessness of hope...................

The contrived debates and discussions, but rarely dialog........

The coming to age of a passionate man.............

The clarity that comes when suddenly, you finally catch up with Kabir's poetry or Frost's diverging roads, learnt forcibly in school.... and the fact that some thing's touched you then also and they always stayed.... like the songs of Gulzar, which you did not know were Gulzars....

And in a divergence you finally meet a convergence....

Man re, tu kahe na dheer dhare.... (O Soul, why art thou not patient)
O Nirmohi, moh na jaane, jinka moh kare

Slip sliding away...................