Mr Prashant is a seasoned educator and author with years of experience in school administration and classroom teaching. Having served as a Principal, he brings a wealth of knowledge on effective teaching practices and classroom management. He is also the author of several books, including "Image of my Experiences - a book of poetry," "Speeches from the Desk of the Principal," and "The Legend of Inara Wali." Now retired and residing in Bangalore, he
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A dot ascends through boundless blue, A bird in flight, with skies to woo. No tethered chain, no scripted path, Just winds to feel, and clouds to hath.
It soars not just with wings, but thought— With dreams unspoken, wisdom caught. It cuts through silence, veils the breeze, With questions hung on feathered knees.
“Why does the earth, in sorrow, cling? Why envy roots, while I must wing?” Its flight, a dance of calm and dare, Of soulful hush and open air.
Each glide, a line in nature’s prose, Each spiral speaks, each dive bestows. Thermals rise like fate unseen, Some lift it high, some test its sheen.
Below, the world, a shrinking tale— Of murmuring streams and dusty trail. Of lives still tethered, dreams confined, While it seeks truth the winds defined.
“What lies beyond this azure dome? Is solitude my only home?” Even in freedom, echoes stay, For every dawn brings dusk its way.
Yet onward still, it carves the skies, With fire in heart and grace in eyes. “Throw your worst wind,” it seems to sing, “I was born to brave, to rise, to wing!”
No map to guide, no end in sight, Just courage drawn from morning light. It speaks in songs we barely hear— Of hope, of faith, of flying clear.
So next you watch one disappear, Don’t just observe—lend it your ear. Its soliloquy, soft and high, Might just reflect your own sky-cry.
There it goes—a speck against the canvas of the endless blue. A solitary bird, soaring higher and deeper into the sky, far removed from the noisy chatter of the earth. Have you ever wondered what it might be thinking? If its wings carried not just its weight but the burdens of dreams, fears, and silent prayers?
The bird’s flight is not merely a journey through space; it is an ascent through thought, a poetic pilgrimage beyond the mundane. With each stroke of its wings, it seems to whisper to the wind, “I am more than feather and bone—I am freedom in motion.”
One can imagine the bird pondering, “Why must the earth cling so tightly to its woes? Why do trees envy flight, while I sometimes envy their rooted peace?” The sky offers no ceiling, only possibilities. Yet even freedom, when held too long, can taste of solitude.
The bird may think, as it cuts through a patch of cloud, that life is but a series of invisible thermals—some lift you, some test your wings. It rides them all, never quite certain where the wind will take it, but always trusting the rhythm of its beating heart. Isn’t that the metaphor of our own existence? We rise and fall on the unseen winds of circumstance and conviction.
Perhaps it glances downward and sees not just rooftops and rivers but the old self it left behind—confined, content, or perhaps constrained. In every glide, there is a silent rebellion against gravity, a cry that says, “Let me be!” And yet, the bird knows it must descend someday. Even the freest spirit needs rest, needs ground, needs shade.
To fly is to hope. The higher the bird soars, the more it dares the gods of the wind to challenge its purpose. “Show me your fiercest gale,” it seems to call out, “for I shall not fold my wings in fear.” In that defiance lies wisdom. A kind of feathered Stoicism.
And yet, it may think, “What lies beyond this blue vastness?” No maps chart the limits of the sky. That uncertainty is not a threat but an invitation—to explore, to evolve, to exhale. For what is life if not an eternal ascent toward a more meaningful horizon?
To the bird, each sunrise is a song, each cloud a companion, and each gust of wind a lesson in surrender. If we listened closely, we might hear it say, “Fly, not to escape the world below, but to understand it from above.”
So, the next time you see a bird disappearing into the azure yonder, don’t just watch its wings—try to listen to its thoughts. For they may echo the very questions we ask ourselves in silence.
What are 5 everyday things that bring you happiness?
“Stealing Sunshine: Five Everyday Things That Quietly Make Me Happy”
Happiness, I’ve realised, isn’t always a firecracker moment or a lottery win. Sometimes, it’s a nudge, a wink, a fleeting giggle in the middle of a mundane Monday. It doesn’t arrive with confetti or soundtracks, but slips in with the grace of a cat—quietly, unpredictably, and often, right under your nose.
So, what brings me joy on an otherwise ordinary day? Here are five delightfully simple things that turn my everyday life from bland to brilliantly spiced.
1. The First Sip of Hot Beverage (Tea/Coffee/Whatever’s Brewing)
There’s nothing quite like that first sacred sip—be it tea, coffee, or a questionable herbal infusion that promises “detox” but tastes like boiled weeds. In that one moment, the world pauses. The birds chirp louder, the neighbours stop quarrelling, and for precisely seven seconds, I believe I can conquer the world.
Of course, reality returns by the second sip—but oh, what a glorious start it is!
2. The Unexpected Whiff of Something Familiar
You know the one. A breeze brings the scent of wet earth, or old books, or someone’s cooking with too much garlic—and suddenly you’re ten years younger, funnier, and not yet in need of spectacles. It’s amazing how one good whiff can launch a thousand memories or, at the very least, a craving for pakoras.
It’s the nose’s way of throwing a surprise party—and I always RSVP “yes”.
3. The Sudden Discovery of Something I Thought I Lost
From spectacles perched on my head to coins hiding in sofa crevices, rediscovering something thought lost is nothing short of a personal victory. I have been known to do victory laps around the living room for finding a missing pen—only to realise it doesn’t work.
Still, the thrill of the chase! It makes me feel like Sherlock Holmes, minus the hat, pipe, and actual investigative skill.
4. Eavesdropping on Ridiculous Conversations
Before you judge me, admit it—you’ve done it too. The world is a stage, and I, a humble audience member seated near the most unintentionally hilarious performers. Be it two teenagers arguing about whether penguins are birds or someone whispering loudly on a call in a public place, these moments are gifts. Free entertainment. Unscripted comedy.
Eavesdropping, in moderation, is my guilty pleasure. And unlike chocolate, it doesn’t come with calories.
5. Watching the Sky Like It Owes Me an Explanation
Whether it’s clouds shaped like dinosaurs, or a dramatic sunset trying its best to outdo yesterday’s performance, the sky never disappoints. I sit, watch, and occasionally talk to it. No, I haven’t lost my marbles—at least not all of them.
There’s something soothing about the sky’s silent drama. No script, no filter, no agenda. Just colours, patterns, and the occasional bird photobombing the view. It’s like scrolling through nature’s Instagram, only without the ads.
And So…
Happiness doesn’t always need to be pursued like a wild goose; sometimes, it just needs to be noticed. In the giggle of the wind, the quirks of human behaviour, or the bottom of a long-lost drawer—joy hides in plain sight.
As they say, “Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass; it’s about dancing in the drizzle with mismatched slippers.” Or something like that.
And if all else fails? There’s always the sofa, a good pillow, and the remote control. Bliss, bottled.
Describe one positive change you have made in your life.
“The Art of Shedding: My Journey to a Simpler, Richer Life”
There comes a time in life when the glitter of possessions begins to fade, and the din of society grows faint in the ear of one who seeks peace. I have neither chased the chariots of commerce nor climbed the ladders of noisy social hierarchies. Instead, I chose to shed — and in the shedding, I found abundance.
I often reflect on how subtly, yet surely, I turned a page in my life. Gone are the days when acquisition defined worth, when gathering clutter masqueraded as growth. Today, I own little, need less, and live fuller. My lifestyle is no declaration, no rebellion — it is simply a quiet choice to disengage from the chaos and anchor myself in calm.
Letting Go to Let In
The most visible change is material. I made peace with having no car. I do not rush to buy the latest gadgets, the trendiest clothes, or the fanciest decor. The craving to possess has been replaced by the joy to experience. Cycling through quiet lanes, with the wind as my companion, is far more enriching than any horsepower on four wheels. The joy lies in the journey, not in how swiftly I reach.
New purchases are rare. I patch, I preserve, I prolong — not out of compulsion but from conviction. Consumption has taken a backseat, contemplation now drives my choices. The act of choosing less has, paradoxically, expanded my sense of freedom.
A Conscious Withdrawal
Social engagements have quietly dwindled, not from bitterness, but from betterment. The hours once spent in idle chatter are now dedicated to books, to music, to introspection. My conversations now are with thinkers, poets, philosophers, saints — across pages and centuries.
Prayer has become not a ritual but a rhythm — calming, centring, elevating. In solitude, I found my sanctuary. In silence, I found my song.
From Seeking to Being
These changes weren’t sudden. They crept in like dawn — gently, persistently, irreversibly. They are not results of despair or disappointment, but of discernment. I now walk lighter — physically, mentally, emotionally. I no longer run behind, nor do I run away. I simply am, and that suffices.
I have replaced noise with notes — sometimes from a hymnbook, sometimes from a harmonium. I have replaced ambition with alignment — not with the world, but with myself.
The Unseen Wealth
Yes, I live with minimum needs. But what I’ve gained is immeasurable — time, peace, clarity, a sense of rootedness. I do not measure life in milestones, but in moments. I may not party, but I celebrate — each sunrise, each verse read, each prayer whispered, each mile cycled.
In a world hurtling towards more, I have found meaning in less. And in doing so, I believe I have not escaped life, but embraced it — in its most serene, sacred, and soulful form.
Afterthoughts
I do not preach this path. It is not paved for all. But for those who’ve heard the silent call to slow down, to step back, to unburden — this life of lesser clutter and deeper connections awaits like a warm old friend.
And to that friend, I say — thank you, for teaching me how to live again.
“Sweat with a Smile: The Most Fun Way to Exercise”
They say no pain, no gain—but what if we flip the coin and find gain with a grin? For years, the word “exercise” conjured images of military-style workouts, gym-bunnies flexing in mirrors, or endless runs on a treadmill that goes nowhere. But today, let’s throw the rulebook out the window and explore the idea that fitness need not be a grim duty—it can be a joyous adventure.
Dance Like No One’s Watching
If you ask me, dancing tops the chart of fun workouts. Whether you’re swaying to a bhajan, swinging to a 60s Hindi number, or going full throttle with Zumba or Bhangra, dancing is a celebration of the body and soul. It’s rhythm meeting movement in perfect harmony. You don’t need a dance floor, just a room, a speaker, and the willingness to let go.
I remember, during my Principalship, the most effective way to break the ice with students was a surprise jig during the annual day rehearsals. The laughter, the shared rhythm—it burned calories and built connections. Isn’t that what true fitness should be—physical and emotional wellbeing rolled into one?
Walking with Wonder
Let’s not underestimate the humble walk. Especially when it’s peppered with curiosity. A morning walk, with nature as your gym partner, is both soothing and stimulating. The rustling of leaves, a nod from a fellow walker, or the giggle of a child running past—every step is a moment captured.
But let’s make it fun—walk with a purpose. Explore new neighbourhoods, turn it into a photo walk, or walk while listening to an audiobook. Why not take your toddler grandson along and turn it into a treasure hunt for butterflies or flowers? Suddenly, you’re not just walking—you’re weaving stories with your steps.
Game On!
Nothing beats the thrill of a friendly game. Whether it’s badminton, table tennis, cricket, or even a game of frisbee in the park, sports ignite a competitive flame laced with camaraderie. It brings back the schoolboy or schoolgirl in you—nimble, cheeky, ready to sprint after a rolling ball like life depends on it.
And mind you, you don’t have to be a pro. Half the fun is in missing the shot and bursting into laughter. My knees may not be what they once were, but give me a cricket bat and I’ll still swing it with childlike glee, even if the ball barely rolls past.
Jump into Joy – Skipping, Cycling & Splashing
Skipping is not just for children. It’s a full-body workout and a perfect way to reconnect with your inner child. Combine it with peppy music, and it becomes a rhythm game. Or take to the cycle—feel the breeze on your face as the wheels spin freedom beneath you.
And if you’re lucky to be near a pool—swimming is both fun and therapeutic. It’s gentle on the joints and delightful for the spirit. Water, after all, has a way of healing more than just sore muscles.
Group Classes – The Tribe Effect
Humans are social beings. Group workouts like yoga in the park, laughter therapy, or aerobics classes in the community hall can turn exercise into a daily gathering of like-minded people. You share stories, jokes, and the occasional moan about a sore back—a community that sweats together, sticks together.
Philosophically Speaking…
Ancient Indian thought never divorced exercise from joy. The asanas of yoga are meant not to punish the body, but to awaken it. Similarly, Plato believed that physical fitness was as crucial for the mind as it was for the body. When fun enters fitness, the exercise becomes not a task, but a tapasya—a disciplined joy.
As someone who has lived across the mountains of Nepal, the plains of Odisha, and now the bustling yet scenic corners of Bangalore, I’ve learned that fun in exercise lies not in the what, but in the how. Sweat with a smile—and suddenly the mundane becomes magical.
Parting Shot
So, what’s the most fun way to exercise? The one that makes you laugh, sing, dance, and forget you’re burning calories. The one that doesn’t feel like a drill but a delight. Life’s too short for boring workouts. Pick joy, pick movement, and let your heart race with happiness.
Because at the end of the day, if it isn’t fun, you won’t do it. But if it is, you’ll never want to stop.
Quantum Vision: A Journey Through the Lens of Light and Logic
Available Worldwide on all Amazon Platform
In a world driven by invisible waves and electronic pulses, understanding the science that underpins our daily lives is more than just academic—it’s empowering. My latest book, Quantum Vision: From Optics to Electronics, is a meticulously crafted exploration of the essential concepts in modern physics, aimed at curious minds, dedicated students, passionate teachers, and lifelong learners.
This book is born from decades of teaching, observing, and reflecting on how students best grasp scientific principles. With each chapter, I have tried to build not just knowledge, but understanding—layer by layer, from the basics of light reflection to the depths of quantum mechanics and the marvels of digital communication systems.
The Journey Through the Book
Unit 1: Optics invites readers to delve into the foundational behaviour of light—how it reflects, refracts, and reveals the structure of our universe through instruments like microscopes and telescopes. The chapters here connect historical experiments with present-day applications, helping learners see not just the ‘what’ but the ‘why’.
Unit 2: Dual Nature of Radiation and Matter explores the revolutionary ideas that changed classical physics forever. From the photoelectric effect to the Heisenberg uncertainty principle, students will grasp how particles behave like waves, and how this duality is used in cutting-edge technologies today.
Unit 3: Atoms and Nuclei presents atomic models, the magic of spectral lines, and the deep mysteries within the nucleus. Discussions on radioactivity, nuclear reactions, and the immense power held within atomic structures are presented with clarity and relevance.
Unit 4: Electronic Devices transitions seamlessly into real-world electronics—from semiconductors and transistors to amplifiers and digital circuits. With a special focus on logic gates and communication systems, this unit links theory with devices we use every day—mobiles, satellites, and the internet.
What Makes This Book Unique?
Structured Learning: Each chapter begins with clear objectives, includes neatly illustrated diagrams, and ends with thought-provoking numerical and theoretical questions.
Application-Oriented: Real-life connections and experiments included in the appendices make this book a bridge between textbook science and hands-on reality.
Accessible Language: Written in UK English with precision and pedagogical care, it avoids jargon while preserving scientific accuracy.
Comprehensive Appendices: Glossaries, formula sheets, experiments, and model test papers provide invaluable support to both students and teachers.
Who Should Read This Book?
Whether you’re a high school student preparing for competitive exams, a college-goer revisiting fundamentals, a teacher seeking structured resources, or simply a curious learner, Quantum Vision has something to offer.
In a time where scientific literacy is more vital than ever, understanding the quantum realm and the devices that translate it into daily convenience is a superpower. I invite you to explore this book and gain not just knowledge—but vision.
Get your copy of Quantum Vision: From Optics to Electronics today, and illuminate your understanding of the universe around you.
Between Gavel and Greatsword: If I Were William Wallace with the Heart of Atticus Finch
If I could step into the soul of any character from literature or film, I would choose to wear the mantle of William Wallace, the fearless Scottish warrior from Braveheart. His cry of “Freedom!” still echoes across hills and hearts, reminding us that some battles are worth more than breath itself. But I would temper his fire with the mind of another hero I revere—Atticus Finch from To Kill a Mockingbird—thus creating a blend of brawn and brain, valour and virtue, heart and head.
William Wallace was not merely a soldier swinging a claymore in the misty glens of Scotland. He was the voice of the voiceless, the banner-bearer of liberty in the face of tyranny. What stirs me most about Wallace is not his battlefield exploits, but the purpose behind them. He was not fighting for personal gain or glory; he was fighting for the right to breathe freely, to live honourably, and to die with dignity. He was not just a man of war, but a man of will.
There’s an idiom that goes, “Fortune favours the brave,” and Wallace lived it to the hilt. But his bravery wasn’t blind. It was born of pain, honed by loss, and fuelled by an unshakeable belief that no man should kneel where he ought to stand.
Yet, if I were to walk in his boots, I would carry also the inner compass of Atticus Finch. Imagine a Wallace who wields not only a sword but also reason; who rides not only into battlefields, but into courtrooms and classrooms; who inspires not only by defying kings but by defending truth with quiet resolve.
Atticus once said, “The one thing that doesn’t abide by majority rule is a person’s conscience.” William Wallace lived by that, even before it was penned. His conscience refused to be shackled, even when his body was. His life teaches us that courage is not merely the absence of fear—it is the audacity to walk into the fire knowing you may never come out, yet go in anyway because the cause is just.
If I were Wallace, I would wear my scars like medals, speak with conviction even when my voice trembles, and dare to defy not out of hatred, but out of hope. I would rally not just clans, but communities—urging them to rise against ignorance, injustice, and indifference.
The sword and the scale need not be enemies. In the silhouette of William Wallace and the shadow of Atticus Finch, I see a version of myself I strive for—one that fights not with fists alone, but with facts and faith; one who doesn’t just lead armies, but awakens minds.
In a world that often demands silence in the face of wrong, to be William Wallace is to roar. And to be Atticus Finch is to reason. If I could be both—a warrior with wisdom, a rebel with a righteous cause—then perhaps I would not just be a character from a film or book.
