Showing posts with label english. Show all posts
Showing posts with label english. Show all posts

Thursday, March 2, 2023

Being like water

Water is a priority, never an option
So are people and their emotion
Chose people, first, over their ability
Learn they will SustainAbility!

Envision techology with choices; For innovation,
When applied right, can elevate a nation
Technology is like a stream of solace 
When non pervasive, people will embrace

Invention is scarce; rarely, first time right 
Allow people to create, so their minds ignite
Explore they will, in a code less universe
Be like water they will, in a metaverse.

©Balaji Palanidurai

Sunday, January 22, 2023

Poet in disguise

Inspiration comes to all
To get inspired needs a call

We use words to make it rhyme
If there is depth, it becomes a poem

For some it comes natural as art
As words originate from their heart

If all in this world become a poet
To read none will be, all quite

Only a few, is a blessing in disguise 
For, poetry, lies in beholders eyes!

- Keats Bala'dasan

I dedicate this to all poets in disguise, in this group, including your good self my dear Rtn Sr Padmanabhan.

Tuesday, December 7, 2021

Sustainable mind at sunset

My sustainable mind during sunset 
is like a raging fire of the wild wild west.
Filled with ideas worth a million $ bet,
for wealth accrued in an angels closet.

Using the red skies as a green canvas
it creates mission statements, for a cause;
a vison to reach beyond the horizon
and, in mankind; it reimagines compassion

For clean air to breath as the outcome
it chooses personal value over income
In tandem, to elevate human potential
it fears not to sweat it's share of capital

As the vision gets wider it's canvas bigger
Liaisons join and alter the narrative together
In friends & family and neighbour
it seeks an, all weather, seed investor

"Is it an idea worth sharing?", it checks on TED
"Until proven, it's a just a story", TED said
It's matter of mindset and race against time
Proven it will be, when climate rings a chime

©Balaji Palanidurai

Saturday, October 9, 2021

The Smartphone!

Designed by creative minds of the world
Gets sold in billions every year, we are told.
A tool for productivity, whilst used wise
The reason for distraction, it is otherwise.

Intelligence, it develops every time in use 
Insight it builds, with information we produce.
Text, images and videos, many it can store
Interactive it is; can get addictive to the core.

Desire of children and ire of parents
Fulfilled if not, the road to peace ends!
In its cusp & shadow, live most teens
To socialize virtually, it provides them means.

Life of few hours it has through a battery
Feature to turbocharge is akin to flattery.
A status symbol, it is for high networth
Without a network, it hardly proves its worth.


Simple it was, smart it is, smarter it will be
To make it do more, for some is a hobby.
The smarter we make it, less it will be a phone
Implant it will be, priced for our skintone!

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©Balaji Palanidurai

Tuesday, March 23, 2021

Virtual Vigilante

Teenage kids with toys get shot in seconds but mass murderers are, weirdly always, taken alive. We observed, virtually.

It's a African kid in America, American kid in Mexico, Bangladesi kid in India, Indian kid in Australia. The mindset is widespread. We observed, virtually.

Over time the adminstration failed. People who commit such atrocities administered hate. The administrators won, humanity lost. We observed, virtually.

Time is now!

Women Warriors Worldwide echoed in unison, #metoo, virtually. Change is happening; in reality. Let's observe, virtually. 

An eruption in the east gets reported in the west in a matter of seconds. Our response saves lives; in reality. Let's observe, virtually.

A tweet on the cloud, a selfie in the woods, a movie on a mountain, a song by the seashore can create ripples in reality. Let's observe, virtually.

© Balaji Palanidurai
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This poem is inspired by a Facebook post (screenshot is the anchor image) by a good friend, to whom I dedicate this poem. His Facebook account is not public, so am respecting his privacy.

I initially typed "Bloody good observation, now what?". And then, my thumbs started twirling, twidling and started working in unison on the qwerty keyboard. The race was between my thoughts in veracity and typing velocity. I have tried to balance the volume of words with variety in wisdom through this poem.

I hope you like it. This is my two paisa worth of contribution, virtually!

Wednesday, November 18, 2020

Beauty of Passion



Passion, it's our love for doing a thing
A thing that brings about a strong feeling
A feeling that we find hard to articulate
Articulate, we still do - with passion!

Passion, it starts with a genuine interest
An interest that clings on like a bodysuit
An interest that triggers a never ending pursuit
An interest that makes all else to follow suit

Passion, in its abstract form lives in our dream
A dream that does not let us sleep
A dream that inspires us to take a leap
A dream that makes us look within, real deep

Passion, in its pure form shapes our ambition
Ambition that often leads to contradiction
Ambition that sees no bounds or deviation
Ambition that propels our life into motion

Passion, in reality sustains our life goals
Goals that are personal yet not privy
Goals that are admirable sans envy
Goals that are mindful of mad chevy

Passion, in the end leads to our transformation
Transformation that inspires to join and compete
Transformation that empowers to accept a mean feet
Transformation that makes us whole and complete.
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© Balaji Palanidurai

This narrative poem is my personal best, so far. This could be the work of art that, my instinct tells, will influence what I do for the next 10 years!

If you notice there will be a gap of (exactly) 4 months between my previous piece of work and this one. Quite a lot happened during these 4 months. For a start I (re)discovered, validated and started living (up to) my passion. I may  have even helped a few more people find their passion. Or that's what they said - some did explicitly and others through their renewed outlook to life! 

This was also a crucial period when I worked with a team of passionate people who volunteered to do some research work and contribute to my pet project - to empower the youth of India. I am greatly indebted to this team and each of them were/are/will be a source of inspiration for me on my endeavor to execute my pet project.

The turning point (in my son's life too) happened during this time. Both of us had  the best time together; did some adventure and created memories that my son says he will remember for life. I certainly will! His transformation made me realize what passion is. I call it "Papaya Passion"; a short story on this coming soon. Watch this space....

The anchor image for this poem is a word cloud I created using www.wordclouds.com with keywords used in the poem. One can mix and match and choose a shape and I quite liked this shape. The placement of words is pure luck (or artificial intelligence) and is apt for this poem - "interesting ambition inspires passion"! 

So, what's your passion?

Monday, February 10, 2020

A weekend home dream



I feel content living in a city house
made of bricks and beams
I feel joyful thinking about a home
made of hopes and dreams

Some day I will take faith in that hope
and fuel a personal dream
To make it as my wish and scope
to settle in a home by a stream

Would it be on inherited slice of land
I lay the desired foundation?
Better would be on a acquired piece of land
So, I get a sense of satisfaction.

I will architect my beautiful dream
with sculpted pillars and tiles
I will paint walls with colors that scream
emotions, heard across miles

I will stack my books collection in a row
That will include works of legend
My antique pieces might raise an eyebrow
but my urge to collect would never end

I will plant an orchid and garden
for birds to nest and feed
I will secure the home with a warden
plus continuous image feed

When my dream becomes a reality
the wait will start, for weekends
To escape my dwelling in the city
for happiness, I wish never ends

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© Balaji Palanidurai

I participated in Auroville Marathon 2020 and ran 10k. As the event was on a Sunday I decided to go the previous day itself. I stayed at a beautiful house that the owner had built with a lot of passion. Thanks to my friend Giri who secured that house for that weekend.

The moment our car pulled in front of the gate I realized we were in for a treat. Although, we were there just for a night stay we really enjoyed the calm and serene surrounding.

The experience rekindled the fire in me to build a nice weekend home, which would eventually become the place I settle. My desire and wish just flowed out as words in this narrative poem.


Saturday, February 1, 2020

Parent's heart and a teen's mind

To be there at every stage of her child's teen
was the beat in a mother's heart
To be left free to experience adolescence
was the thought in a teen's mind

To be part of all excitement and be humorous
was the beat in a father's heart
To not get embarrassed in front of friends
was the thought in a teen's mind

Her child to participate in sports without injury
was the beat in a mother's heart
To play in all games & win a championship
was the thought in a teen's mind

His child to learn philosophy and politics of life
was the beat in a father's heart
To receive minimal help to clear the next exam
was the thought in a teen's mind

Her child to be a much better version of her
was the beat in a mother's heart
To own a personality and be the difference
was the thought in a teen's mind

His child to be social and active in real world
was the beat in a father's heart
To be liked by a million followers in virtual world
was the thought in a teen's mind

Her child to look pretty at the school farewell
was the beat in a mother's heart
To be with friends and be seen in all group photos
was the thought in a teen's mind

To learn from their mistakes and collaborate better
was the beat in their distressed hearts
To let go and take the first step forward
was the unspoken thought in all of their minds

To be given another chance with their teenager
was the beat in both parent's hearts
To become free and live a no frills dream
was the only thought in a teen's mind.

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© Balaji Palanidurai

Dedicating this to my daughter who is going through her teens and to my son who will be stepping into his teen soon!

Wednesday, December 25, 2019

Faceless Veils


Beauty and essence of a veil
is in its drape & elegance
Why create an intense spiel
with societial vigilance?

Nursed with a veil at birth
Comfort infants feel as newborn
Carried forward into their youth
Confront they do, to be reborn!

Worn in style at happy times
Unveil she gets, as a bride
Governed by faith in tough times
Appeal she does, for her pride

Color of a veil defined in culture
Echo stories across many a tradition
Black and white in one scripture
Cause, in another, a contradiction

A veil in style creates a fashion
On a ramp it makes a statement
A veil styled to ignite passion
On a stage it makes one dominant

Faceless yet colorful is a veil
Let's not curate for it, an identity
Flawless and sans any spiel
Let's live in peace and harmony.

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© Balaji Palanidurai

This narrative poem was inspired by the painting (see picture) by a good friend Vesta. It decorated her aesthetically furnished flat in Chennai. When inquired, she said it was one of her art projects from her college days. I took her consent to write a poem about it, which she happily granted. I started writing and should admit, it took me a lot more time (5 weeks) and deep thinking to pen each paragraph and each one triggered may a thought and emotion in me.

Right through my life I may have seen a million people both men and women in a veil and I see them till date. I have draped one myself and I believe the purpose of draping a veil varies from protecting oneself from harsh weather at one extreme and at the other extreme to make a fashion statement; religion, culture, faith and ignorance all fall in-between!

So, let's not be judgmental about the who, where, why and how one wears a veil. Appreciate the necessity or admire the beauty of it. If you feel like, wear one just for fun or to make a statement!

I found this interesting link while researching for this poem..
https://www.abouther.com/node/3731/people/features/five-times-famous-people-wore-hijab



Tuesday, October 15, 2019

Mangal myths and ignited minds


(1700 words, 7-8 mins read)

It was a cloudy Tuesday morning in the month of October and my body clock woke me up 15 mins earlier than the alarm on my mobile clock that was set to chime at 5 am. Before, my muscles could get into action and catapult me out of bed a lightning fast signal from my brain instructed them to take it easy. The previous night, while I was busy collecting information for an article, I was planning to write for the people’s president of India, Late. Dr APJ Abdul Kalam’s birth anniversary, my son informed me of his decision to skip his football training the next day due to a minor injury on his right heal. Basically, that meant I could return to my state of light sleep and resume the dream in which I was addressing a hall full of bright young students.


Although, my muscles happily obliged to the instruction from my mind and lay still, it was getting difficult for my mind to get back into dream state. It was frequently getting interrupted by a beep sound of 4 monolithic cranes deployed at the World Trade Centre being constructed right across the road from my apartment block in Perungudi, now part of Greater Chennai Corporation. Amidst this tussle between my mind and body the mind subconsciously tuned into another frequency of sound waves of 2 familiar voices; one seeking permission to have a head bath and the other canvasing against it. Before my mind could tune into active listening mode the beep from the crane grew louder and subdued the last audible words “because, today is Tuesday…”. But it was just enough for my half-asleep mind to recognize the first voice as that of my teenage daughter and attribute the second to that of my modern wife with strong religious beliefs!


The beep from those cranes by now became the trigger for scene transition and I was back in my dream. The dream had progressed to the point where I was now faced with some interesting questions following the floor being opened up for interactive discussion. I had just finished talking about the power of youth in India and experience with examples shared by Dr Kalam in the chapter Building a New State in his book ignited minds.  

A tall young boy with an athletic body was waving his hand and as the mike was being passed to him, my mind was preparing my body for a fight or flight response. I felt like a contestant in the famous quiz show, “Kaun banega crorepati?” (Indian version of “Who wants to be a millionaire?”) with no life-lines left. The boy sitting on the anchors’ chair, made famous by one and only Mr Amitabh Bachchan, shooting the question for 1 crore rupees! 

“Uncle, my mother does not allow me to eat eggs on mangalvar (Tuesday). You talked about Mangalyaan, India’s Mars mission and how India is scaling new heights in Space program. But, I am standing here, bound by a superstitious belief that is not letting me to even follow my diet plan given by my fitness trainer. What should I do?”. I gave him a receiving smile so he could calm down and regain his breath. APJ’s quote, “Breathe in thoughts of success and you will be a success”, came to my mind.

For a split second I wished our roles were swapped as a flash back of me asking the exact same question to my mother played in fast-forward mode! If I give him a convincing answer based on my belief system, which has a high probability of alignment to his scientific thinking then we both might celebrate it as a success. I was, at the same time, concerned of the impact that celebration might have on his relationship with his mother and respect for her belief system.


So, I decided to play neutral and suggested that his mother might be following a belief and value system that she was brought up with, and she might be right in her own way. I added, if he did not believe in the same belief system then he should have an informed discussion with her. Try to make an effort to explain to her, his point of view and its importance to his fitness regime. I shared the wisdom of the Dalai Lama who once said, “If scientific analysis were conclusive to demonstrate certain claims in Buddhism to be false, then we must accept those finding and abandon those claims”.


The loud cheers and claps of millennials in the hall was deafened by the voice of my daughter, which by now had escalated to a high pitch. “Ma, I don’t understand why I cannot have a head bath on a Tuesday? My hair is greasy and I am feeling awkward and I want to wash it now!”. It was not very loud nor disrespectful, but was just enough and concerning to wake me out of my dream and bring both my mind and body to ground reality. It felt like a déjà vu moment between my dream and reality!

I rubbed my eyes to shake-off last traces of sleep hangover and adjust my vision to near sight. The first frame, I saw, was that of my wife exiting our bedroom with our dog for its morning walk. In the next frame my daughter was storming inside our (common) bath-room. Our eyes talked for 15 seconds and she understood my unspoken words; she quickly fetched my brush and paste and handed it to me before closing the door behind her! Will she go ahead and take a head bath or skip it and pay her tribute to mangalvar? The suspense started building up and from past experience I knew it would last for another 7-8 mins, which is how long she usually takes for her bath.

I was there, sitting in my green jockey night suite thinking through my next manoeuvre to clear this hurdle. I reached out to my android smartphone with 99% battery life left, as a result of 8 hours being in silent and do-not-disturb mode, and invoked Google baba to provide some answers. Google baba never lets me down! Within a fraction of a second I was showered with 5,30,00,000 results for my “Tuesday head bath” search phrase! An inherent joy and satisfaction filled me with this new found insight that I was not alone in this quest. I hurriedly browsed through some answers (both for and against the subject in question) on Quora and quickly dispatched few links to my daughters’ Gmail address.

The social psychologist in me wanted to empower my daughter – K-Pop listening, mild-mannered and kind-hearted teenager who equally values Indian tradition - and ignite her natural intelligence to question, debate, reason and follow her heart. At the same time, the Indian husband in me, with his 80s upbringing and 90s education wanted his 20th century love marriage to last forever.


When I returned to my bedroom after having been forced to use the bathroom in mothers’ room for my morning duties, I saw steam coming out of our bathroom door. It was infused with the scent of Head & Shoulders shampoo; “she did it!”. She had already stepped out and was in the balcony that gave a 70mm panaromic view of those cranes still beeping and busy doing all the heavy-lifting. I could see her shoulder length hair dangling in front of her face as she was giving it a whip with her favorite 5 feet long turkey towel! I was glad that she listened to her heart and did what she felt was right for her hygiene. My immediate thought was to reach for my phone and recall those emails I sent but decided to leave it there for future reference.


I recollected the excerpt from ignited minds that I remembered writing down the previous night. It read “…if something is at stake, the human mind gets ignited and its working capacity gets enhanced manifold”. As I was convincing myself about my daughters' determination to question the established beliefs, I felt something cold touching the skin of my right calf muscle. It was, Duster, our dog who had returned from his morning walk! Alas, that also meant my wife would be enter ing the room any second now and I quickly prepared myself to play referee between mother and daughter. I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard her voice travelling from the kitchen calling my daughter for breakfast. This was followed by her usual non-urgent but anxious reminder to hurry up as it was almost time for the arrival of our charted auto-rickshaw for school drop.


There was a surprising silence on the breakfast table. As if planned with precision, my wife started talking when my daughter took a mouthful of a small slice of soft dosa dipped in gun-powder. She said, in a calm and composed tone, “Beta, I follow a certain belief system and I would like to adhere to it for your well-being. I understand it is not fair of me to expect you to follow it blindly. So, let’s have a discussion when you return from school and lets understand our respective viewpoints.” I was glad to hear that and felt happy that there was no imminent danger to our happy married life. I was equally surprised by the transformation that was on display on both sides of the breakfast table. 

This was exactly the culture and citizenship that APJ had advocated throughout his life. He left us with this beautiful quote, “Enlightened citizenship has three components: education with value system, religion transforming into spiritual force, and creating economic prosperity through development”, in his book Inspiring thoughts.


I was now filled with joy and recollected my favorite quote by Paulo Coelho from his book the Alchemist, “When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you achieve it”. Events from my own life and my dream provided me with a story write and the message I wanted to communicate to students on APJ’s birthday on 15th Oct, which is now celebrated as “Students Day” all over India. Like APJ said, “Science is all about asking questions and finding the right answers through hard work and research into laws of nature. If India is to become developed by 2020, it will do so only by riding on the shoulders of the young”.


So, lets ignite our minds and help make his vision to make India a developed nation by 2020 become a reality.

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©Balaji Palanidurai

I dedicate this story to my family and all students all over the world! 

If all of us volunteer to change our approach a bit towards better life and respect nature, we won't need volunteers to change the world. 

Thursday, August 8, 2019

Beauty of Teaching


Teaching, people say
is a noble profession
Ask a teacher and she will say
it's an emotion

It's her joy, to nurture a flourishing 
dream in a child
And live that dream with them, 
however small or wild

It's her joy, to realize the purity 
in a child's thought
And share with them, 
free of any judgmental knot

It's her joy, to inspire young minds 
so the country thrives
And works toward building 
a value system in their lives

It's her joy, to create an environment 
free of threat and fear
And cajole the fragile hearts 
to unleash their superpower

It's her joy, to be present in the moment 
with cheer and glow
And notice a new enlightenment 
in them as they grow

It's her joy, to see more of her male counterpart
share her vision
And together transform a generation 
like avengers on a mission!

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© Balaji Palanidurai
PC: indiatoday.in

A post in one of my WhatsApp group (of friends with whom I attended a Storytelling course) triggered a spark to write this poem. The post was simple and asked 
"Girls complete this sentence.
I am proud to be a teacher because..." 

Response started trickling through the morning and that is all I needed to invoke my creative veins and voila we ended up writing this poem. It also got me thinking why teaching is still looked at as a profession for women, especially in the early childhood years/kinder garden. I did read an article recently that 2 men quit their high paying corporate jobs to start a kinder garden soon, welcome change!

Thanks to my Kathalaya friends for sharing their views, which inspired this creation!! 
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I dedicate this poem to Mr Prem Kumar founder  of Bumblebee Trust and Kalvi40 who is focused on uplifting the rural Tamilnadu & Puducherry Government schools eco system.
https://www.kalvi40.com/team/prem-kumar/

And the Mrs Kamatchi G HM of Karapakkan Govt High School in Chennai who is keen on leveraging the wider ecosystem to give the best possible education for her school staff and children.

Monday, April 22, 2019

Beauty of Storytelling


Storytelling is a noble and beautiful art
It thrives with indulgence of the heart
With love & passion if stories get impart
Joy of listening is said to be worlds apart

At the core of this art are four founding pillars
When mastered, they help create engaging tellers
Stories with hope, truth and belief aide the teller
Love for the story, alone, can make it a bestseller

Stories come to life through a teller's expression
Often, leaves many with a lasting impression
Stories with fantasy and fiction trigger wild imagination
Cascade, it must get, through to the next generation

A skilled storyteller is like a two humped camel
Their hunch to observe and listen makes them able
Variation in their tone adds flavor to a fable
Carry us they do, to eternity, on a silky saddle

Beauty of a story is enhanced through its telling
Lack of energy may result in airborne shelling
Glamour all facts; so it sounds compelling
May its glory shine in each & every dwelling

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©Balaji Palanidurai
I wrote this poem onboard Chennai Express train from Bengaluru to Chennai. I (with my wife) was returning home post a 3 days workshop on storytelling conducted by Kathalaya Trust. Wonderful learning from its founder Madam Geeta Ramanujam and 20 other participants all now complete listeners and observers, which I learnt are key traits of a good storyteller.

My writing journey started on my numerous travels, often resulting in an oasis of stories. But some months would pass without any travel and hence no stories . I thought journey of a camel in a desert would be a good metaphor for this, which I have tried to embed in this poem. Hope you like it.

Saturday, February 23, 2019

Learn or churn











We all have an equal right to education
To learn from it, one needs determination
Education for all can be simple, yet priceless
Let's not complicate it and make it worthless

Mother nature was the source for it in primitive days
Learn we did by experiencing it in multiple ways
Apply, learning, we did, to domesticate and settle
Multiply we did, yet, thrived with little

With passage of time we moved into civilization
Learning too, kept its pace sans any realization
To industries we went to work and earn
Schools we created for our children to learn

To spread it far and wide it got standardized
In that process did learning get compromised?
Industry it became and many built an empire
A factory that churned out victims of despair

Among them, lived a few known for their philanthropy 
Shared they did their learning and philosophy
Business, it was not for them; our right to education
Lead by example they did for the next generation 

Education for all, now, comes at a price
If you want nature in it, expect a steep rise
Education for all can be simple, yet priceless
Why complicate it and make it worthless?

We are born with creativity and imagination
Let's explore more and upskill for innovation
Choice we have to either learn or churn
Let's follow our passion, till comes our turn.

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©Balaji Palanidurai

This poem is inspired by events over last few weeks where I have been engaged in various discussion about the state of current education system and how the standardized approach is churning our graduates who find themselves lacking in employable skills!

Education now is a big industry and in developing countries this is big business. I was stunned by fees some school charge for kinder garden and more in the name of nature trips and studies! Is it really worth it? But, what is the alternative? In a nuclear family that has both parents aspiring to excel in life they decide to send their kids to schools to be churned out along with million others.

If a small percentage of those parents chose to home school their children and coach them to pursue a passion - in sports, arts or even farming, I am sure life will be very rewarding for them and their children will love them for that freedom. 

The last line of the poem was inspired by the Gully boy (#gullyboy) movie I happened to see over the weekend "Apna time ayega..."
  

Monday, February 11, 2019

Beauty of Goodwill

Image result for goodwill cartoon image










Fortunate you are to experience a goodwill
Culminate it does over time, not at will
Inherit though some do, sans a written will
Alas, acquire some do by passing a bill

Maintain it well, like it is your health
Sustain it will, like your wealth
Jealously it may create, at times in stealth
Seriously if taken, may plant thoughts of filth

Asset it is not, still worthy of a credit
Liability it becomes if not followed by a debit
Leverage it wisely, never misuse it
Else, erode it will - bit by bit

Intangible it can be on your balance sheet
Responsible if you are it will often repeat
Intention if there is to amass and cheat
Tension it creates and will soon deplete

Respect it well, so it becomes your legacy
Suspect none will or call it a fallacy
Adopt its heritage they will in infancy
Your goodwill, of all, will rein in supremacy

Fortunate you will be to experience goodwill
Accumulate it over time, never at will
Inherit if you did, do pass it on in your will
Acquire, never do, by passing a bill

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©Balaji Palanidurai
January has been busy with setting up my consulting business and working on my first client project. Preoccupied mind is not creative and I experienced it during his period - result there was no poem in Jan.

But, few events in my daily life and recent holiday in the East triggered something  - goodwill of  vendors that I meet who don't hesitate to top up my vegetable purchase with some greens or that extra couple of bananas when I buy a dozen.

I think about help my wife extends to our servant maid at times in kind and sometimes monetary - all in goodwill!

I also remember the incident when the AT&T lady topped up my phone card (free of cost) during our holiday in USA - actually their system was not able to recognize my UK post code and local post code was not matching with the credit card address! $10 just added.

Goodwill is such a good thing, so lets admire its beauty.

Pssst: I asked my 14 year old daughter to make me a cartoon for this poem and she did one. At first I could not relate to it. When she explained the story I realized she thinks deeper than me!!

Its a large family that buys some goodies. The last kid does not get a piece. So, the shopkeeper give her a piece out of goodwill!



Friday, December 28, 2018

Gin's Ode to his master


My master calls me good old Gin
Might be the effect of alochol
For, I love my coffee in sun
Filtered & light, with chicory et al

Woof, woof i love a mountain hike
Many he took me, when young
Aloof, we went on his motorbike
Memories on his wall, they are hung

Streets many we roamed in our city
Friends, a few, he made through me
Strays many we found, full of pity
Befriend many, I did through him

Coat & socks for my fur and skin
He looks after me, like next of kin
Bed and mattress for my comfort
His house, i guard like a king's fort

Fourteen years for a dog is history
How I survived illness is a mystery
I admire all efforts, for me,  he took
Umpteen years, i will live on facebook

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This is close to my heart. A good friend posted on facebook that his pet Gin (a good old Lab that has its own facebook album ) turned 14 that day and he had written a nice note appreciating their companionship.
As a dog owner myself I could completely relate to every word in that post and something in me said that I should write a poem for Gin and him. I soaked in the message in his post and mapped to the photo album to create a poem in my standard style of writing.

Outcome is the this Gin's ode to his master. Hope you like it.

Friday, December 14, 2018

Beauty of perception



Beauty lies in beholders eyes, they say
Duty lies with them to appreciate it, I say
In the heart of the artist, beauty is conceived
Mind of the viewer decides how it is perceived

Communication is an art, they say
Mastering lies in its empowerment, i say
In the flow of words our message is conceived
Expression and tone decides how it is perceived

Network is your net worth, they say
Exploring it usefully lies the secret, i say
In our behaviour and approach, impression is conceived
Humility and attitude decides how it is perceived

Negotiation is a valuable skill, they say
Elevating it assertively is the secret of leadership, i say
In persuasion and tactics our intent is conceived
Happiness and outcome decides how it is perceived

Happiness is a state of mind, they say
Joy of spreading it lies with us, i say
In our flow of thoughts happiness is conceived
Emotions at that moment decides how it is perceived

Beauty lies in beholders eyes, they say
Duty lies with them to appreciate it, I say
In the heart of the artist, beauty is conceived
Mind of the viewer decides how it is perceived
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©Balaji Palanidurai

I happen to see a Tweet by @anandmahindra that had a philosophical question.
https://twitter.com/anandmahindra/status/1073472301767757824?s=19


I also happened to see a wall art and posted a similar tweet yesterday.
It got me thinking and I started to react with a reply. Soon, I realized the depth in that question and the framework I am working on to promote enlightened growth.
Result is this poem, which got further inspired, by me being, in my native village immersed in the fresh air and beauty of  green farmlands in the neighborhood .

Tuesday, November 13, 2018

Beauty of Outcomes


Our act of living has an outcome
Some define it as a purpose
If it becomes pursuit of income
Redefine it, with a discourse

In the act of setting up a wakeup alarm
Outcome we expect, is to rise
The act, intentionally, to snooze it with an arm
Purpose, neither met nor wise

In the act of hearing someone speak
Outcome we expect, is to listen
The act, inbetween, to respond to a beep
Purpose, neither met nor brazen

In the act of caring someone in pain
Outcome we expect , is healing
The act, though, of doing it for ample gain
Purpose, neither met nor appealing

In the act of responding to our need
Outcome we expect, is joy
The act of, voluntarily, giving in to our greed
Purpose, neither met nor coy

Our act of living has an outcome
Some define it as a purpose
When it becomes pursuit of income
Redefine it, with a discourse
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©Balaji Palanidurai

I wrote this on a my travel back from Bengaluru to Chennai on 11th Nov. I had made a personal choice to travel in the common man coach - decison was an outcome of minimalist living. The cost of this travel was 1/20th of the cost of the same trip that I used to do by air, when employed.
Outcome matters for everything we do in life, be it brushing our teeth or baking a birthday cake. Personal hygiene, purpose of former and show of affection or cost savings could be for the latter. As long as the purpose is clear followed by genuine  effort, a positive outcome is more or less guaranteed.

Friday, October 26, 2018

The day i learnt to blast freeze my wants

"When was this food prepared?" I asked the smart 6 foot flight attendant, with a name tag Abhay, who was happily serving hot breakfast to starved souls on an early morning flight from Chennai to Delhi at the beginning of autumn season and my entrepreneurial life. When an equally smart flight attendant pushing the food trolley from the other side stopped by my seat with a tray in her hand and asked in a sweet but stern voice, "Mr Palanidurai, did you request for a vegetarian meal?", I decided, unconsciously, to have a second breakfast and said, "Yes, I did". Her name tag read Swati and she meant business and moved on swiftly to serve the next passenger.

When I received that tray from her, a deep feeling of guilt killed the joy I had experienced 2 hours earlier when I heard  my name called on the announcement system at Chennai domestic airport. I was relishing the, visa credit card sponsored, ₹2 buffet breakfast in the travel lounge when that announcement instilled a sense of urgency in me to rush to the boarding gate. But, when I realized there was still 30 minutes left for departure, the frequent traveler in me relaxed my mind and  cajoled it to send an instruction to finish that bowl of hot and freshly prepared porridge to wash down that small portion of pongal, 2 mini vadas and a Gujarati thepla that entered my digestive system a few minutes back!

Yes, I was a tad bit hungry that morning; to explore the breakfast spread and life beyond 22 years in the IT industry that gave me an opportunity to learn, earn and the wisdom to get off the bus before I get churned. 

Abhay, quickly realized that I was still waiting for his response and in a mild but confident tone said, "I am not entirely sure sir, but most likely food on this morning flight would have been prepared around midnight and kept blast frozen till delivery to this flight". I acknowledged him with a smile but could not digest the answer I received. The food was prepared roughly 12 hours before, kept frozen and reheated a hour back, probably twice!

At that point I had a choice,
A) To return the tray and let go of  my want (to have a second breakfast) even though it had Aloo Parantha that I was longing to eat the previous night at home, presented and offered to me nicely with a customer friendly smile
B) To go ahead and have it to fulfill my desire to write a short story about my experience in the remaining 90 mins of the flight time.

Now that you are reading it, I obviously chose option B. This experience did feed my desire and energized me to type away 1500 words of wisdom before I landed in Delhi. It also gave me an opportunity to introspect and increased my appetite to research a particular trait of  human behavior.

"Why do people mostly succumb to desires of a want even when their need is already met?"

I am a mature foodie who has been trained well by my health conscious wife over the last 15 years to not be greedy and jump at free food. So, why did I not say, "No, thank you" to Swati? What influenced me to react immediately and receive that tray? 
- Was it the way the food was packaged and presented nicely with lot of goodies? 
- Was it that beautiful smile both flight attendants beamed in-spite of not having received last month salary as the airline was going through tough times?
- Could it be my urge to, once again, taste that tamarind toffee unique to that airline and feel that tangy burst in my mouth and mind? 
- Was it my hangover behavior from the extensive travel from the corporate life that I left behind a month back? 
- Could it be the peer pressure of co-passengers next to me choosing to take that  breakfast? 
- I remembered reading an article that people digest food quickly when they think a lot, could it be that? It was less than 2 hours since I had my first breakfast, though!

As, i was searching for a convincing answer I heard a mature voice that came from behind the row I was seated. "I had my breakfast at home, so, I will not need the full tray. Instead, can I just have that bar of KitKat chocolate, if that is possible?"  I recognized the voice that responded; it was Swati who served me my breakfast but did not offer an opportunity for me to strike a conversation. This time she paused for a bit and in a friendly tone replied to him, "Ofcourse, sir. You can actually have 2 of those. Is there anything else, I can offer you?"

Within a few seconds we all felt a slight bump as the aircraft shivered a bit, swayed for 10 seconds before stabilizing and cruising again. I suddenly heard a voice above my head, it was the captain speaking. "Sorry about that mild discomfort you may have felt. We just flew into heavy clouds and experienced air turbulence. The sky is all clear now and we are cruising above Mathura town and should be reaching our destination in about 30 minutes. Sit back and relax and enjoy your breakfast and our award winning in-flight service".

I looked down at the tray in front of me that was well laid out with a piece of bread, butter, a rectangular bowl wrapped in a green silver foil that was releasing mild steam from a small opening in its corner, a KitKat chocolate, disposable water bottle and hiding behind those plastic cutlery that tangy tamarind toffee. I recognized the trademark wrap in the shape of 2 small beads. I first reached for the water to wet my mouth and mind both of which had become dry processing all those thoughts running in my thirsty brain! 

I could hear a rumbling in my stomach. Was it hunger or anxiety? I could not differentiate but my hands were already opening the green wrapper on which I had kept the butter to melt. The flavor of Indian spices filled the air and before my mind could send any more signals I started spreading that butter on the parantha and took a bite! Just when I was about to send that mouthful down to my mid chamber I saw Abhay approaching me. I quickly swallowed to free up the voice chamber and ducts incase I had to interact with him. But, he stopped by the row in front of me and with a sorry face and an apologetic tone said to the gentlemen in front of me. "I am really sorry sir, we do not have any more vegetarian meal left. We had to cater to all passengers who had pre-booked it. I can offer you omelette and baked beans. Would you like me to bring it?". After few minutes of contemplation that gentleman declined that offer and asked for another bottle of water. He realized Abhay tried but was not in a position to help as he should have pre-booked his vegetarian meal, which he knew was his  staple need.

The rumbling in my stomach was even louder now and this time I knew it was not hunger. I could have helped fulfill the need of that gentleman if I knew how to blast freeze my wants, in this case my urge to have a second breakfast. The next 15 mins was filled with deep introspection and flashback of events from my life when I was faced with such dilemma and what I eventually did in those circumstances. I came back to reality in mid air when I heard Abhay again, "Sir, can I take the tray? We will be landing shortly". I noticed my co-passengers had already finished their breakfast and were reading something. Abhay had given me some grace time to finish my breakfast and came back to collect my food tray. I took my favorite tamarid toffee and KitKat and returned my empty food tray.

I popped those tamarind beads in my mouth while watching Abhay walk back to the cabin crew area and settling down in his seat and buckling up for landing. The tangy juice sent a burst of tangy flavors down my throat and I could feel a state of joy and contentment. The voice above my head returned and filled the air with more joy. "We have reached our destination and 10 mins ahead of schedule..."

My happy state of mind did not let the body feel the usual thud of aircraft landing. Instead it filled me with a sense of satisfaction for not only reaching my destination safely but also for having learnt a new life lesson to blast freeze my wants and re-heat them when they actually become a need. An ability when mastered could help sustain the joyful state of mind and fulfill my quest for happiness!

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©Balaji Palanidurai
I wrote this shorty story based on my own experience onboard Jet Airways flight 9W 736 on 25th Oct 2018 from Chennai to Delhi. This flight was a personal milestone for me as it was the first business trip I took for my own venture and I was glad it was on Jet Airways, on which I had taken my first domestic flight way back in 2001!

After many international travels and lot of flight time utilized to network/read/learn and introspect I was looking forward to the experience that morning. I boarded with an open mind, which widened further when I landed. The experience helped me write about something that I talk about a lot with my friends and family and especially kids. I used to take many life examples as an analogy and that morning I became my own student and learnt a lesson; to take a pause and consciously differentiate between my "Needs" and "Wants" and how to control the urge to go after the Wants!

#jetairways #joyofflying

Monday, September 10, 2018

Beauty of learning

You can listen to this poem ..click here

A time comes in our life, often at that
When we ponder "What am I good at?'
We daunt ourselves with that query
No answer to that makes us worry

As a child of seven, with full of energy
No fear, nor ego; just curiosity & synergy
Explore we do with our mother & nature
Learn we do, carefree of the future

Then comes the teen, full of life and colors
No mercy, no feeling; just inquiry & dollars
Explore we do with our friends and foes
Learn we do with no pain on our toes

Dawns upon us our youth, full of vigor
No tension, no reason; just freedom to figure
Explore we do with peers & strength
Learn we do with no one skill at length

Awaken we get as adults, full of responsibility
No peace, nor joy; just earning to our ability
Explore we do with everything & an illusion
Learn we do, with no clarity nor a vision

Then comes a time in our life, rare at that
When we realize "What we are good at!"
Explore we do with everyone and a mission
Learn we do, happiness thru' deep immersion


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©Balaji Palanidurai
I wrote this poem after attending a deep immersion session on The Chola Heritage organized by Heritage Inspired.

Please bear with the quality of video as I did it myself using a trail version :-)

Thanks to Vikas Madaan for giving voice to my poem.

Tuesday, August 7, 2018

Me, myself and WhatsApp



There was a time, in recent past 
WhatsApp took over me & fast
Instant replies to a beep from far
Distant, felt my folks close & for

Bin, block, hide or uninstall
My duel with it was, an order tall
Sin, i did by giving it a divorce
My life; saved from getting worse

21 days, lasted our blissful separation
Reengaged we were with negotiation
Limited touch agreed; work or pleasure
Habituated I got; no metric, no measure

Time is now & I live in the present
Ignore, I do, those beep with no resent
I even made a new circle of friends
Explore we do & I wish it never ends

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©Balaji Palanidurai

I wrote this on my 44th birthday for which I had made dinner plans with family and then a movie night with my wife (after a long time!!) to see the newly released Hindi movie Karwaan. We both like Irrfan Khan & Dulquer Salman both great actors in their own category.

Unfortunately, we had to drop all plan as Mr Karunanidhi late Chief Minister of Tamilnadu passed away in the evening. State mourning was declared in his honour and the least we could do was skip our party plans. 

After some Quality time with family and nice home cook food l started browsing thorugh my birthday wishes on social media. WhatsApp was overwhelmed as I had reconnected with my school(s) friends and made a new circle of friends. This positive effect of technology prompted me recollect the opposite effect it once had and what I did to neutralize. Outcome is Me, myself and WhatsApp!!

I am sure most of you will relate to this... 

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