Where My City Breathes: A Walk Through My Favourite Place

Where My City Breathes: A Walk Through My Favourite Place

Every city has a heartbeat — a quiet, rhythmic pulse that only those who pause long enough can hear. In Bangalore, the city I now call home, that heartbeat echoes in many corners: in its ancient temples, its scientific institutions, its gardens, and its unassuming lanes of food and culture. Yet among all these, one place remains my favourite refuge — Lalbagh Botanical Garden, a sanctuary where history, nature, science, and serenity meet under an ever-changing sky.

A Garden Older Than Memory

Lalbagh is not merely a garden; it is a chronicle of time. Conceived by Hyder Ali in the 18th century and nurtured by Tipu Sultan, it carries the fragrance of historical transitions. Here, one can almost hear the whisper of the Mysore rulers as the breeze moves through the centuries-old trees. The Glass House, inspired by London’s Crystal Palace, stands as a shining reminder of Bangalore’s colonial past and its embrace of global ideas. It is a place where the present bows respectfully to the past.

Where Science Meets Soil

My fondness for Lalbagh deepens each time I stand before its legendary Lalbagh Rock, a formation older than the Himalayas — around 3,000 million years old. For someone with a background in Physics, touching that stone feels like touching the Earth’s first heartbeat. It reminds me that while cities rise and fall, nature endures silently.
Botanists and scientists continue to shape Lalbagh into an open-air laboratory, a place where one can learn without opening a book. Every species of tree carries a scientific tale, from the rain trees that create their own microclimate to the majestic African tulips that burst into flame-like flowers.

Culture in Every Corner

Lalbagh is not an island; it is a melting pot. Walk a little and you hear Kannada, Tamil, Bengali, Odia, Hindi, English and even French from passing tourists. Morning walkers chant Sanskrit shlokas, children giggle on the pathways, and photographers crouch near dew-dropped leaves capturing the theatre of nature.
And during the famous flower shows, the place becomes a festival of colours, a cultural mosaic celebrating creativity, craftsmanship, and community spirit.

Beyond Lalbagh: The City’s Many Jewels

Although Lalbagh remains my favourite, Bangalore offers a tapestry of many remarkable places:

Cubbon Park, where British-era statues, the State Central Library, and children’s laughter weave a story of recreation and heritage.

Bangalore Palace, a Tudor-style marvel echoing royal history.

ISRO and the Visvesvaraya Industrial and Technological Museum, where India’s scientific dreams take shape.

Nandi Hills, where sunrises teach lessons in humility and hope.

Vidhana Soudha, a symbol of democratic architecture and political legacy.

Each of these adds a note to the city’s symphony — historical, cultural, scientific, or spiritual — yet it is Lalbagh where my soul feels most at home.

Why Lalbagh is My Sanctuary

Because it allows me to think without interruption. Because no one demands an explanation from the wind or from a man walking slowly under a 200-year-old tree. Because time moves gently here — neither too fast to overwhelm nor too slow to bore.
Lalbagh allows me to return to myself, to observe the world with quieter eyes, and to remind myself that life, like the garden, grows in seasons.

Where morning dew on petals lie,
I find my thoughts begin to fly,
For in this garden’s silent grace,
My heart discovers its resting place.

Among the rocks older than light,
I learn the strength of ancient might,
And trees that sway with wisdom’s art,
Teach patience to my wandering heart.

O city of gardens, dreams, and rain,
You heal my spirit’s hidden pain,
And every path in Lalbagh’s shade,
Is poetry that nature made.

A First Glimpse of the Soul: The Impression I Wish to Leave

A First Glimpse of the Soul: The Impression I Wish to Leave

There is something magical about a first impression. It is like the opening note of a timeless melody, or the first brushstroke on a blank canvas—subtle, yet powerful enough to shape an entire perception. Over the years, as life has chiselled my personality through experiences, hardships, blessings, and wanderings across cultures, I have often pondered: What do I truly want people to feel when they meet me for the very first time?

In an age where people value speed over substance and instant judgement over quiet understanding, I wish my first impression to be a gentle countercurrent—something still, soothing, meaningful.

A Presence Rooted in Calm

If someone meets me briefly, I hope they sense serenity rather than agitation, warmth rather than distance. Life has taught me that calmness is not the absence of storms; it is the presence of an anchor.
I want people to feel that they are standing before someone who listens not merely with ears but with the heart—a person who has walked through fire and yet chooses to carry water for others.

A Mind Polished by Thought

An impression, to me, is not about appearing flawless; it is about being thoughtful.
Raised between the Himalayan grace of Nepal and the cultural depth of Odisha, enriched by Jesuit discipline and Punjabi affection, my mind has become a mosaic of philosophies, faiths, seasons, and stories.
So, when people meet me, I hope they detect—in the first few sentences—a mind that has reflected deeply, questioned bravely, and accepted humbly.

Kindness Without Drama

In my first impression, I hope kindness stands taller than credentials.
I have met ambassadors, leaders, artists and thinkers—and yet the most unforgettable among them were never the most powerful; they were the most humane.
If someone recalls me later, I wish they remember a steady, gentle presence—someone who offered respect before receiving it, someone who made them feel valued in the simplest of ways.

Strength Behind Softness

Softness is often mistaken for weakness, but my softness has come from surviving storms that were meant to silence me.
My first impression should quietly whisper this paradox:
A gentle man can also be a strong man.
I want people to see a spirit that has endured loneliness, loss, and reinvention—and still chooses hope over hatred and effort over excuses.

A Philosophy Worn, Not Preached

Let my first impression be a lived philosophy.
A belief that life is not a race but a pilgrimage, not a competition but a conversation.
If someone walks away after meeting me, I hope they carry a pinch of peace, a drop of thought, or a spark of inspiration—anything that brings light to their own journey.

May my first hello be gentle,
A breeze that cools the day;
A voice that carries kindness,
In a soft, unhurried way.

May my presence be like morning,
Calm, expectant, still;
A hint of quiet strength beneath
A tempered human will.

May people sense a river,
Deep, yet flowing slow;
A soul that walks with wisdom
Wherever life may go.

And if they ever remember me,
Let it be for this impression—
Not grandeur, nor perfection,
But a heart in true expression

“The Treasure I Never Found”

“The Treasure I Never Found”

There are stories of people stumbling upon treasures — a long-lost coin glinting in the sand, an old letter tucked behind a cupboard, or a childhood trinket rediscovered in the attic. The world seems to delight in rewarding those who chance upon forgotten wonders. But as for me — I must confess — I have never found a thing worth keeping. Not even a lost button that could claim some sentimental worth!

Perhaps, fate has decided that my share of treasures must come not from things, but from thoughts. While others have tales of lucky finds, I have had only fleeting moments that slip like sand through my fingers — a smile from a stranger, a sunset too beautiful to photograph, a tune that hummed itself into silence. Each time I tried to hold on, life whispered, “Not everything found can be kept.”

As a child, I dug under mango trees in the hope of finding ancient coins — none appeared. As an adult, I rummaged through drawers expecting to find forgotten notes — not a penny. Even my attempts to unearth “treasures of wisdom” often ended in misplaced spectacles or vanished pens! It seems the universe delights in keeping me guessing, while others walk away with their pockets full of surprises.

But over time, I realised something profound: the coolest thing I never found is perhaps contentment in not finding. There’s a certain liberation in emptiness — a quiet joy in knowing that life owes me no souvenirs. The beauty of the journey lies not in what we clutch, but in what we observe, feel, and remember.

So, while others boast of coins, curios, and crystals, I celebrate my unclaimed discoveries — laughter shared with family, moments of solitude that bred creativity, and memories that outshine material finds. Maybe the coolest thing I ever found is that I needn’t find anything at all.

And as for ending on a lighter note — here’s my poetic confession:

I sought for gold beneath the ground,
But worms were all that I had found.
I searched the attic, dust and gloom —
Sneezed my way right out the room!

I checked my coat for coins of yore,
Just lint and crumbs — and nothing more!
Yet through it all, I’ve come to see,
The best finds… often find you — free!

So if life’s pockets turn out bare,
Don’t sulk or curse what isn’t there;
For laughter’s light and friendship’s sound —
Are treasures best when never found!

The Shadows and Silhouettes of Fame

The Shadows and Silhouettes of Fame

Fame is a curious creature — radiant, restless, and often elusive. It glitters in the distance like a beacon calling out to millions, yet when you come close enough to touch it, you realise it is made as much of fragility as of fire. Having spent decades as a teacher and Principal in premier institutions, my professional journey often meandered through corridors where fame walked in its many forms — ambassadors with poised grace, bureaucrats wrapped in quiet power, politicians with persuasive charm, movie stars with that unmissable aura, writers who could turn silence into sentences, educationists who sculpted minds, sportsmen whose discipline became worship, and musicians who could turn a room into a temple of rhythm.

Yet, to name them would be an injustice — not out of secrecy, but out of sanctity. For every famous or infamous person I met was, at the core, just human — vulnerable, searching, yearning to be understood beyond the weight of their name. Some carried their fame like a fragrant flower, others like a thorn in the flesh. Some were humbled by applause; others enslaved by it. In those exchanges, I learnt that fame and infamy are often twin faces of the same coin, tossed by time and judged by perception.

As an educator, I observed with fascination how fame could elevate or erode character. The young dreamt of being known; the wise dreamt of being remembered for the right reasons. Between the two lies the true test of life — not to seek recognition, but to seek purpose. When I stood beside those whose names adorned newspapers or echoed through television channels, I often wondered: is fame a blessing, or a burden?

There were moments of revelation — a famous musician who confessed that applause no longer reached his heart; a celebrated author who felt lonely amidst literary circles; a sportsman who missed the innocence of the first game he ever played. Each encounter reminded me that beneath the sheen of fame lies the same heart that beats within us all — fragile, hopeful, and profoundly human.

Fame, I realised, is not measured by how many know your name, but by how deeply your presence touches lives. Some of the most inspiring souls I met were not famous at all — perhaps a humble teacher, a silent worker, or a compassionate student who lit up another’s world quietly. True greatness often wears no spotlight.

And so, I cherish not the glamour that came my way, but the grace that each encounter left behind — the warmth of a handshake, the sincerity of an exchange, the humility of a great mind that still chose to listen.

Because when the lights dim and applause fades, what remains is the echo of your deeds, not your name.

When fame departs and silence stays,
When lights grow dim and colours haze,
It’s not the name the world will say,
But hearts you touched along the way.

For stars may fade, their shine may cease,
But souls that serve shall rest in peace.
The truest fame, so pure, so deep,
Is love we sow, and memories we keep.

Book Review: “Physics Test Series for Class XI ”

Book Review: “Physics Test Series for Class XI ”

About the Book

“Physics Test Series for Class XI ”” is a masterpiece that bridges the gap between theoretical understanding and practical application. Covering the complete syllabus of senior secondary Physics — from Units like Laws of Motion and Gravitation to Thermodynamics, Oscillations, and Waves — this book serves as a one-stop solution for learners aspiring to master Physics at the board and competitive levels.

Every chapter begins with a crisp introduction, followed by important definitions, laws, derivations, and formulae, and concludes with conceptual, analytical, and numerical problems that match the standards of CBSE, ICSE, State Boards, JEE, NEET, and A Levels. The clarity of explanation and logical progression of ideas make this book a dependable companion for both classroom learning and self-study.

About the Author

Authored by Prashant Kumar Lal, an experienced educator and former Principal with over 38 years of dedicated service in the field of education, this book reflects his profound understanding of Physics and his passion for teaching. Having trained thousands of students and teachers, and authored several acclaimed works such as Image of My Experiences, Speeches from the Desk of the Principal, and Physics Test Series for Class XII, Mr. Lal brings both academic rigour and a human touch to this volume. His ability to simplify complex ideas without compromising on depth sets this work apart from conventional textbooks.

Target Readers

This book is ideal for:

– Senior Secondary Students (Classes XI & XII) preparing for CBSE, ICSE, and State Board examinations.

– JEE and NEET aspirants who aim for conceptual clarity and numerical accuracy.

– A Level and IGCSE students seeking a balanced and comprehensive reference.

– Teachers and mentors who wish to use it as a structured teaching resource.

– Parents and academic institutions that value quality educational content with a learner-centred approach.

Unique Selling Proposition (USP)

– Comprehensive Coverage of the entire syllabus with depth and precision.

– Blend of Concept and Application—ideal for both theory and problem-solving.

– Exam-Oriented Presentation with graded questions (1, 2, 3 & 5 marks).

– Competitive Edge—designed keeping JEE, NEET, and A Level standards in mind.

– Author’s Legacy—reflects the wisdom, discipline, and empathy of an educator who has lived Physics both as a science and as a philosophy.

Final Verdict

“Physics Test Series for Class XI ” isn’t just another textbook—it’s a journey into the heart of Physics. Its lucid explanations, systematic structure, and challenging exercises make it a must-have for every serious learner. Whether you are a student striving for excellence, a teacher seeking precision, or a parent looking for the right guide for your child, this book promises to illuminate the path with clarity and confidence.

A complete conceptual and numerical companion for mastering Physics.

Where Every Tail Tells a Story

“Where Every Tail Tells a Story”

There are few joys in life as pure and heartwarming as having a pet. The gentle wag of a dog’s tail, the soft purr of a cat curling on your lap, or even the quiet flutter of a bird greeting the morning sun can fill the emptiest corners of a home with laughter and love. Pets, in their innocent simplicity, bring out the most human qualities within us—compassion, patience, responsibility, and unspoken affection.

Having a pet is much more than an act of companionship; it is a silent conversation between souls. They ask for little—just food, care, and attention—but they give back an abundance of warmth and loyalty. A pet’s presence has a remarkable ability to ease loneliness. After a long, tiring day, being greeted by an excited pet at the door feels like therapy without a prescription. Their joy is unfiltered, their love unconditional, and their sense of belonging unparalleled.

From a psychological point of view, pets reduce stress, anxiety, and depression. Studies have shown that stroking a pet lowers blood pressure and releases endorphins—nature’s own mood boosters. For children, pets become the first teachers of empathy and responsibility. For the elderly, they become living, breathing reminders that life still has purpose, warmth, and rhythm.

In a world that often moves too fast, pets remind us to slow down and savour the moment—to appreciate a morning walk, to enjoy a nap in the sun, or to simply listen to silence together. They do not care for our social status, wealth, or success; they love us for who we are, flaws and all. Isn’t that what true love means?

There is also a deep philosophical connection between humans and their pets. The ancient Egyptians revered cats as sacred beings, symbolising protection and grace. In Indian tradition, animals have always been part of the cosmic balance—representing loyalty, strength, and faithfulness. The dog that guards the threshold of Lord Yama, the cow revered as a mother, and the monkeys associated with Hanuman all remind us that animals, too, are threads in the divine fabric of life.

Having a pet transforms a house into a home. They listen without judgment, play without pretence, and forgive without hesitation. They remind us that affection doesn’t need words—it thrives in gestures, glances, and quiet companionship.

So, if you ever find your days growing dull or your evenings feeling too silent, consider opening your heart and home to a pet. You won’t just gain an animal; you’ll find a friend, a confidant, and a source of unconditional love.

As someone beautifully said, “Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened.”

Echoes of Thought: The Podcasts That Resonate With My Soul

Echoes of Thought: The Podcasts That Resonate With My Soul

In an age where silence is a luxury and words are our constant companions, I find solace in the world of podcasts — those gentle streams of voices that stir ideas, ignite memories, and sometimes heal unseen wounds. My mornings, once adorned with the rustle of newspapers and the aroma of freshly brewed tea, now carry the mellifluous hum of conversations that traverse continents and centuries.

Podcasts, to me, are not mere digital monologues — they are dialogues with the self. They bring together history, science, philosophy, and poetry in an orchestra of intellect and emotion. From the cadence of a scholar explaining the cosmos to the warmth of a storyteller recounting an old folktale, every episode feels like a bridge between mind and heart.

One of my favourites is The Rest is History, where historians Tom Holland and Dominic Sandbrook transform dusty archives into living, breathing narratives. Their spirited exchanges bring alive the Roman Empire, the Indian subcontinent, and even the Cold War with such flair that I often feel I am sitting in a time machine rather than my living room.

When I crave something closer to home — philosophical yet tender — On Being with Krista Tippett becomes my sanctuary. Her soft-spoken wisdom and soulful interviews with poets, scientists, and theologians make me reflect upon life’s quiet purposes. Listening to her feels like meditating with words.

Then comes The Infinite Monkey Cage, a favourite for my scientific mind. Physicist Brian Cox and comedian Robin Ince blend science and humour into a delightful concoction. Their banter about black holes, quantum mysteries, and human absurdities keeps my Physics-loving heart alive and laughing.

On certain evenings, when nostalgia grips me, I turn to Desi Books — a voice that celebrates Indian writing and diasporic thought. It reminds me of the rhythm of regional languages, the philosophy of Indian storytelling, and the cultural kaleidoscope that defines my roots.

Each podcast I listen to becomes a small pilgrimage — a walk through thoughts that are new yet familiar, challenging yet comforting. They remind me that learning never ends, that curiosity is the finest form of prayer, and that the human voice, when sincere, can be the most profound teacher.

Podcasts are, in truth, my companions of solitude. They keep me company on long walks, during silent afternoons, or when I sit by the window watching clouds drift across Bangalore’s moody sky. In their echoes, I find not just entertainment but enlightenment — not just information but introspection.

So if you ask me what I listen to, I’d say — I listen to life itself, through voices that dare to think, question, and dream.

In whispered tones and fleeting words,
I meet the world unseen,
Through echoes deep, where thought occurs,
And silence finds its sheen.

A voice, a pause, a world anew,
Unfolds within my mind,
For podcasts are — both old and true —
The mirrors of mankind.