A warkari’s faith



Value- Devotion

Sub value- Faith

One journalist asked a warkari ( devotees who walk long distances from their place of residences to pilgrimage centres; may a times bare foot enduring all hardships on the way) devotee of Vittal who goes to Pandarpur , what’s your age?


Warkari: 80 years

Journalist: Since how long you are visiting this Pandarpur

Warkari: Since 70 years.

Journalist: Have you seen Vithoba once, At least once?.

Warkari: No beta, not yet.

Journalist: Then why do you come every  year, do you believe He is there?

Warkari: Can I ask you a question, from where you have come?

Journalist: From Pune.

Warkari: Do people keep pet dogs in Pune, have you seen any?

Journalist: Yes, each house has a dog

Warkari: In  the village also we keep dogs, that follows us to our farm to protect  us from thieves. At the dead of night,  when one dog sees the thief it starts barking, by hearing this dog another starts barking, likewise all of dogs in the neighbourhood starts barking;  but amongst all the barking dogs 99% have not seen the thief, yet  keeping faith in this 1st dog they start barking.

Likewise Tukaramji, Sant Jnaneshwar, Namdev,they have seen the Vithoba so I have faith in them. One day I may also have darshan of vitthal. If animals can keep their faith in another animal, being a human  being why can’t we have faith in another human  being?

Faith is ultimate! The entire world revolves around Faith! Hold on to the faith. It is said that ‘Faith can move mountains’

Love for father

Value- Love

Sub value- Concern, respect, filial



A cabbie’s honesty

Value- Truth

Sub value- Honesty


Shiv Khera, a renowned author and management trainer, writes about his experience in Singapore :

Six years ago in Singapore, I gave a cab driver a business card, to take me to a particular address.Soon we arrived at the specified address, he circled around the building before coming to a halt. His meter read 11$, but he took only 10$.

I said, “Henry, your meter reads 11$, how come you are taking only 10$?”

He said, “Sir, I am a cab driver. I am supposed to be dropping you straight to the destination. Since I did not know the right drop-off spot, I had to circle around the building. Had I brought you straight here, the meter would have read 10$. Why should you be paying for my ignorance?”

He continued, “Sir, legally I can claim 11$ but honestly and ethically I am entitled to only 10$.”

He further added that Singapore is a tourist destination. Many people come here, for three or four days. After clearing the immigration and customs, the first experience is always with the cab driver and if that is not good, the balance three to four days are not pleasant either.

He then said, “Sir, I am not just a cab driver. I am the Ambassador of Singapore, without a diplomatic passport.”

In my opinion, he probably did not go to school beyond the 8th grade, but to me he was a professional. To me, his behavior reflected pride in Performance and Character.

That day I learnt, that one needs more than professional qualification, to be a professional.


In one line…”Be a professional with a Human touch and Values”…that makes all the more difference. Knowledge, Skill, Money, Education all come later. First comes Human Values, Honesty and Integrity, as displayed by the cab driver. A cultured person is one who has good thoughts and good conduct. Man has no doubt mastered many ways of accumulating wealth and amassing fortune, yet happiness eludes him. Why? Because his conduct is not proper. For good conduct, virtues are most essential. A virtuous person can accomplish anything. Without virtues, life ceases to have any meaning. Good conduct should be the real basis for life.

Note– The above is a real life experience. I also have recently experienced a similar incident in Singapore when the cabbie missed one exit and took a longer route; as soon as he realized that, he stopped his meter and charged me exactly what would be needed for my destination. Kudos to these honest cabbies.

Practising values with wrist bracelets/bands



One Wednesday evening just before my Balvikas class commenced, one kid enthusiastically showed off her wrist bands to me. I had seen something like this before; with many people wearing the friendship bands. She was quick to explain that it was not a friendship band rather it was a ‘Values’ band. I had not heard about this before and soon she started rattling off what each band stood for. I was quite impressed with her understanding and appreciating the value of those bands and thought it would be a good idea for her to share it in the children section of our blog. Below is what Tanisha Mehta has to say about those bands.

Every day, I get up and slip on three sparkling bracelets on my wrist. Each bracelet represents some value. The maroon and white one with a silver horse, represents love and peace. The blue and black one with a golden elephant represents knowledge and wisdom. And the light purple, mixed with white with a monster hanging from it represents protection. Whenever I am scared, speak a lie or do not practise the values; one look at the value bands reminds me that I should be following these values. I love my bracelets which help me a improve myself and I want to thank my mom for gifting this to me.


My thoughts

This indeed is one of the good ways of reminding oneself of the values to practise in our daily lives. Gifts like this for young children can help them to constantly practise these values regularly.

value bands


The Black Dot

black dotValue : Optimism

Subvalue : Open minded, counting our blessings

One day, a professor entered his classroom and asked his students to prepare for a surprise test. They all waited anxiously at their desks for the exam to begin.The professor handed out the exams with the text facing down, as usual. Once he handed them all out, he asked the students to turn over the papers.To everyone’s surprise, there were no questions–just a black dot in the center of the paper.

The professor, seeing the expression on everyone’s faces, told them the following: “I want you to write about what you see there.” The students, confused, got started on the inexplicable task.At the end of the class, the professor took all the exams, and started reading each one of them out loud in front of all the students.All of them, with no exception, defined the black dot, trying to explain its position in the center of the sheet.


After all had been read, the classroom silent, the professor started to explain:“I’m not going to grade you on this, I just wanted to give you something to think about. No one wrote about the white part of the paper. Everyone focused on the black dot – and the same thing happens in our lives.

However, we insist on focusing only on the black dot – the health issues that bother us, the lack of money, the complicated relationship with a family member, the disappointment with a friend. The dark spots are very small when compared to everything we have in our lives, but they are the ones that pollute our minds. Take your the eyes away from the black dots in your lives. Enjoy each one of your blessings, each moment that life gives you


See the positives in life rather than focusing on the negatives. We limit our thinking and concentrate only on a certain thing and hence lose out the bigger picture of life. Lets se happy and live a life filled with love!”

Source : Roger Darlington Stories

The Last Ride

Value : Kindness

Subvalue : Thoughtfulness, respect

I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes, I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift, I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.


‘Just a minute’, answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.

‘Would you carry my bag out to the car?’ she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness. ‘It’s nothing’, I told her. ‘I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.’ ‘Oh, you’re such a good boy’, she said.When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, ‘Could you drive through downtown?’ ‘It’s not the shortest way’,’ I answered quickly. ‘Oh, I don’t mind,’ she said. ‘I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.’

I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. ‘I don’t have any family left’, she continued in a soft voice. ‘The doctor says I don’t have very long.’ I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.’What route would you like me to take?’ I asked. For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, ‘I’m tired. Let’s go now’. We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her.

I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair. ‘How much do I owe you?’ She asked, reaching into her purse. ‘Nothing’, I said ‘You have to make a living’, she answered. ‘There are other passengers’, I responded. Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly. ‘You gave an old woman a little moment of joy’, she said. ‘Thank you.’ I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.

I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away? On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life.

Learning :

We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware – beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

Author: New York City taxi driver

Source : Roger Darlington Stories

A kind gesture- Diwali 2014

Serangoon Road in Singapore, well known as Little India of Singapore and a haven of shopping for Indians, overflows with shoppers especially during major festivals like Diwali and Navratri.

Yesterday, that is, 21st Oct 2014, the eve of Diwali day was no exception for this ever-busy place; there was hardly an inch of space to move. I had gone there for the last minute shopping for flowers for the Diwali prayers. Crowds thronged each shop as if they were being provided freebies. My aunt and I managed to quickly finish our shopping dreading at the prospect of not finding a cab and reaching home on time for the Diwali Puja.

We headed to the taxi stand on the  Race Course road around 2.15 p.m. and saw about 10/12 people waiting ahead of us in the queue with loads of shopping. Many taxis were going to some predestined areas, so the availability of taxis was getting very limited. People were anxiously waiting for cabs to reach home at the earliest. Many times during such crowded periods, I have observed people don’t follow rules and tend to just get a cab midway on the road when many people are waiting for hours at the taxi stand. Some of them from the back of the queue just take the cab out of turn when they know it is proceeding to their destination without even people in the front knowing where the cab is proceeding to. But, yesterday the scene was different. I saw a good samaritan direct and help the people waiting in the queue.

She was a kind Singaporean lady who was hailing each cab towards the front, looking out for the people from the common destinations, helping out people to load their stuff, and managing the crowd so efficiently. She saw to it that everyone got the cab and were seated in comfortably. She cheerfully greeted everyone ‘Happy Diwali’. I was touched by her kind act of waiting for such long hours and helping people to get the cabs and reach home on time. While standing in the queue, I managed to click some snaps of her helping out which I have shared here. When it was our turn for the cab, I thanked her profusely and asked her name. Her reply was, “No need, just enjoy your Deepavali. Wish you a very happy Deepavali.”


I wanted to share with all of you this kind act to make us all realise there are so many people around us who act selflessly and help out others. We should always be grateful to such people and pass on the act of kindness around. When we find any such opportunity to help people in need we should try to be a part of it and make a difference.

I don’t know if someone is usually assigned for this role as I have not seen it any time before in so many years of my living here. Even if she was assigned for this role, she performed her duty with utmost love and sincerity, and one should learn from such people.

I appreciate her kind gesture. Thank you, my fellow Singaporean! IMG_5656

Good Samaritan saves the day for this senior citizen


Value- Truth, honesty, sense of responsibility, good citizen

It was the kindness of an autorickshaw driver here that has received the gratitude of the small Japanese community here.

Recently, Maki Matsuura (61), who has been in the city for six months, had lost her wallet in an autorickshaw at Hampankatta. Panic-stricken, she called her Japanese contacts in the city, said Haruka Ito, a Wishu Martial Arts expert and her guardian in the city.

“Around this time, she got a call on her mobile from the autorickshaw driver. She could not understand a thing. It was others around her that helped translate what the driver was saying,” said Ms. Ito.

By the time her Japanese friends reached the spot, Ms. Matsuura informed them that the autorickshaw driver had found her out and even delivered her wallet. “He refused to even take the reward money offered by her,” said Ms. Ito.

However, what the unnamed Samaritan has done is to give the whole city a “good image”. In an open letter to the press, Ms. Ito says: “Just as how a small incident of cheating can ruin the image of a city, a small act of kindness can spread goodwill for the people and the country. The really important asset of Mangalore is the beautiful mind of the people here.”

Courtesy- ‘The Hindu’ paper

Lessons on Kind Act , Patience and Perseverance- Students corner



Kind Act

My mom was walking to her office to collect some files when she noticed a mug different from her old one which had a broken handle. This was a brand new mug lying on her desk. She was surprised and wondering who would have got it for her. Then slowly the cleaner of her office walked in and told my mum, that since she saw the broken mug on her table she thought she would replace it with a new one. My mother was touched with this kind act and she told me and my sister about this. It meant a lot to her and I also understood the importance of how one can do a kind act without being told to. It gives immense joy to the receiver as well as the giver.


I learnt to do kind acts even when I am not expected to. I would like to see the smile on the faces of other people.


My mom was very patient while teaching my new helper aunty cooking. Even though it took her a long time, she had to put up with a lot of mistakes but she did not lose her patience.

Contributed by: Tanisha- 8yrs old


I was longing to be in the Students council of my school for a long time. I was working on my speeches for a long time without any success. Finally this year I am in the Student Council. I am very happy that I did not give up.


I learnt that one must develop patience to get anything done. Losing patience creates disharmony and disturbs our minds also.

I also learnt to be perseverant and never to give up. When I followed that, I was successful. I will always do my best.

Contributed by; Aryan Govil-9yrs old

Lessons on Staying Calm and Going the extra mile-Students corner

The children share what inspired them to be better children. Children were asked to look around, observe people around them and then to share what incidents inspired them and what were the learning.

Staying Calm

There is a boy in my class. Every day a few boys tease him. But no matter how much they trouble him, he stays calm. This really inspires me.


I learnt that in such situations, it is better to ignore and stay calm. We should not get angry over simple things. I learnt the value of Non- violence.


Contributed by Nandini. K. 9 yrs old

Similar incident was shared by another student, about a girl in her class and below is her depiction



Contributed by Manasvini Bharat- 8yrs old

Going the extra mile

The grade 5 head of the Grade in our school is Mr Pollard. Mr Pollard had a new kid in his class. He had joined the school 3 weeks after everyone else had. The child never socialised with the other kids. The other kids were friendly but soon gave up as this boy was not responsive. Mr Pollard was wondering what to do. He then noticed that this child’s birthday was coming up soon. All the kids had bought cupcakes and chocolates on their birthdays. When this boy’s birthday came, he didn’t get anything for the class. After the break time, Mr. Pollard noticed the child’s table filled with cupcakes. Mr. Pollard asked the boy, “Did you bring these cupcakes?” The boy replied “No, I don’t know who bought these.” To this day Mr. Pollard has no idea who put those cupcakes there.


I learnt that we can bring a smile to someone with a surprise. We can take that extra step or effort to help someone out. We need not necessarily be appreciated for that. We should do good deeds because that is the right thing to do. This is the value of Right conduct

Akshara Venkatesh








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