The itch to write

My father’s brother — our dearest Lalu Uncle — went to be with the Lord in October 2025. He had travelled to Delhi to deliver this TEDx talk, but sadly, he never got the chance. He passed away before he could step onto that stage. If he had delivered this speech, it would have been one of the most inspiring and viral talks of all time. Take just 2 minutes to read through his incredible testimony — a journey of failure, faith, resilience, and destiny. The last speech Abraham Zachariah prepared – to deliver at TEDx I didn’t go to school. I was sent to school. Hence, for 10th standard, marks were very low and I could get admission only for Commerce group, as no one wanted (is 55 years ago) in my home state Kerala. My mother was very upset as my cousins and friends got into Science groups and she pushed me into Commerce Group. I was used to tell everyone that “Useless fellow, useless fellow, useless fellow are in Commerce Group and all the useless ones are in commerce group.” She was...

 "Not Lazy, Just Lost" — A poem for every parent wondering why their brilliant child struggles at school. They say: “My child is clever, sharp, and bright, A spark that glows with inner light. So why do grades not match the flame? Why does school feel more like shame?” It isn’t sloth, it isn’t pride, It’s a quiet storm they hold inside. The world applauds the neat and still— But not the child with thoughts that spill. We breathe relief when school begins, Uniforms on, routine kicks in. Yet many minds feel left behind, Their rhythm different, undefined. School asks for silence, rows, and rules, Suppressing hearts in crowded schools. Where feelings loud and minds that roam, Are told to "focus" or "go home." But look beneath what’s judged as slack, You’ll find a child under attack— By doubts, by noise, by social fear, By never quite belonging here. The day is long, the smiles are few, They mask, they shrink, they push on through. They come back home with wear...

This poem is a small gift for our son who is celebrating his 8th birthday tommorow.  In your eyes, we see the stars, A world of wonder, near and far. Your smile—a spark that lights our day, Your laugh—a song that melts the gray. You walk a path that’s all your own, With quiet strength you’ve always shown. You’re unique in every single way, A shining light that leads the way. Empathy flows from your gentle heart, You feel so deeply, set apart. You care, you love, and always try— A tender soul that lifts us high. And oh, the way you sing so true, Each note you hum, each tune you do— Your voice, like music from above, Fills our hearts with joy and love. We pray you grow as a child of God, Doing what is just and right always Though we sometimes scolded you  We hope you know that it's for your own good Just as you love lights and every wire, Circuits, switches, sparks of fire— Your soul, too, glows electric-bright; You are our ever-glowing light. The world may not see the way you s...

Photo credit:  versionweekly.com Once, the world was wild and free, Laughter echoed through the trees. Scraped-up knees and secret quests, Adventures spun from life's unrest. Evenings filled with cricket’s song, Chasing winds that blew so strong. Hide-and-seek in sunlit lanes, No two days were quite the same. Now, the world is cold and still, Silent screens have bent our will. Eyes are locked in glowing trance, Fingers swipe but do not dance. Once, we played in dirt and sand, Now, they clutch a phone in hand. Lost in pixels, lost in scrolls, Drifting further from their souls. Dopamine, a master’s chain, Tricks the mind, rewires the brain. Children fed on fleeting highs, Trapped beneath the algorithm’s ties. Playgrounds empty, swings don’t creak, Voices fade, no shouts, no shrieks. Imagination bought and sold, Replaced by trends, both fast and cold. Not a question of screen or no, But how to make real life grow. To spark a fire, to light a dream, To break away from the machine. For ...

They say I can’t give my all at work, That motherhood makes my focus shirk. But what they don’t see, what they don’t know, Is how my strength has learned to grow. A part of me is with my child, Soft and tender, free and wild. Yet here I stand, strong and true, Doing more than I used to do. What once dragged on, now gets swiftly done, Efficiency forged in the race I run. My mind is sharp, my heart is steel, Motherhood taught me how to heal. Resilience shaped by sleepless nights, Patience honed through endless heights. Time is not the only scale, Value lies in where we sail. So hire the moms, embrace their power, Watch them rise, hour by hour. For a mother’s strength is something new— Stronger, faster, and wiser too.

  Charge ₹2,000 for a root canal. See 10 patients a day. Work 5 days a week. That’s 4 lakhs a month! If only REALITY worked like that. But here’s what people don’t consider: > Most dentists don’t get 10 root canal patients every single day.  Some cases are consultations, some are cleaning, and some are just recall visits. Not every patient is a high-ticket treatment. > Running a dental clinic isn’t a one-person job—it takes a whole team. Receptionists, dental assistants, MDS specialists, and support staff all contribute to making the practice run smoothly. > Patients don’t magically show up. You have to invest in marketing, build credibility, and earn their trust before they choose you. > Competition is everywhere. At every major junction, you’ll find at least 7 other dental clinics—all trying to attract the same patients. > And let’s be real, Ambani isn’t our regular patient. Now, let’s talk about the hidden costs no one mentions: Instruments & Materials ...