English Literature – Articles ☆ World Meditation Day: A Gateway to Inner Bliss ☆ Mr. Jagat Singh Bisht ☆

Shri Jagat Singh Bisht

(Master Teacher: Happiness & Well-Being, Laughter Yoga Master Trainer, Author, Blogger, Educator, and Speaker.)

☆ – World Meditation Day: A Gateway to Inner Bliss – ☆ Mr. Jagat Singh Bisht ☆

In a world filled with chaos, conflict, and ceaseless activity, humanity finds itself yearning for an oasis of peace. As we stand on the threshold of the first-ever World Meditation Day on December 21, 2024, a unique opportunity arises for us to reflect on the timeless wisdom of meditation, a practice that has nurtured countless souls across millennia. Today, let us embark on a journey inward, seeking solace and serenity in the art of meditation—a journey that could transform our lives forever.

The Path to Freedom:

Amidst life’s turbulence, the ancient question persists: Is there a way to end suffering? Over 2,500 years ago, the Buddha illuminated this path. Through meditation, he discovered liberation from pain and sorrow, attaining enlightenment beneath the Bodhi tree. His teachings, rooted in mindfulness and deep observation, offer a practical guide for cultivating inner peace.

Meditation is more than a practice—it is a profound healing process. As Matthieu Ricard aptly puts it, “Meditation is a practice that makes it possible to cultivate and develop certain basic positive human qualities in the same way as other forms of training make it possible to play a musical instrument or acquire any other skill.”

When we meditate, we calm the storm within. The mind finds clarity, anger dissipates, and the heart fills with love, compassion, and wisdom. With regular practice, meditation transforms us, leading to Nibbana—a state of supreme bliss where suffering ceases.

The Science of Stillness:

Meditation not only elevates the spirit but also nourishes the body and mind. Research reveals that long-term meditators experience a reduced cortisol response under stress, promoting biological calm and overall well-being. As Daniel Goleman emphasizes, “Meditation has the effect of creating biological calm and reducing stress.”

The simplicity of meditation is its beauty. In essence, it is “simply sitting, simply breathing, simply being.” The practice allows us to reconnect with our breath, described by Thich Nhat Hanh as “the bridge which connects life to consciousness.” This bridge anchors us in the present moment, helping us to let go of distractions and reclaim inner peace.

Insights from the Buddha:

The Buddha’s teachings on meditation offer a twofold approach: serenity meditation (samatha bhavana) and insight meditation (vipassana bhavana). Serenity meditation cultivates a calm and concentrated mind, while insight meditation reveals the true nature of reality. Central to these practices is the mindfulness of breathing, a meditation the Buddha practiced to achieve enlightenment.

His instructions are straightforward yet profound: observe the body, feelings, mind, and phenomena with unwavering mindfulness. These are the foundations of liberation. As the Buddha declared, “These four establishments of mindfulness, when developed and cultivated, lead to going beyond from the near shore to the far shore.”

A Call to Meditate:

Meditation is not merely an exercise; it is an exploration of life’s deepest truths. It empowers us to see things as they are, untangling the web of ignorance and attachment. Paramahansa Yogananda beautifully described it as “a portable paradise.”

For those seeking guidance, Meditate Like the Buddha: A Step-by-Step Guide by Jagat Singh Bisht offers practical insights. This book demystifies the art of meditation, presenting it as a universal practice that has enriched lives for centuries.

An Invitation to Stillness:

As we celebrate the inaugural World Meditation Day, let us resolve to embrace this timeless practice. Sit in stillness, breathe deeply, and embark on the journey within. The peace we cultivate today can ripple outward, touching the lives of those around us and creating a harmonious world.

In the words of the Buddha, “There is this one way to the purification of beings, for the overcoming of sorrow and distress, for the disappearance of pain and sadness…that is to say, the four foundations of mindfulness.”

Let us make this day a turning point—a moment to awaken to our true potential and weave meditation into the fabric of our lives. For in the quietude of meditation lies the answer to life’s most profound questions. Will you take the first step today?

© Jagat Singh Bisht

(Master Teacher: Happiness & Well-Being, Laughter Yoga Master Trainer, Author, Blogger, Educator, and Speaker.)

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English Literature – Memoir ☆ The Citizenship journey: A Memoir ☆ Mr. Jagat Singh Bisht ☆

Shri Jagat Singh Bisht

(Master Teacher: Happiness & Well-Being, Laughter Yoga Master Trainer, Author, Blogger, Educator, and Speaker.)

☆ – The Citizenship journey: A Memoir – ☆ Mr. Jagat Singh Bisht ☆

Life has a way of presenting opportunities that shape not just our careers but also our inner selves. My journey with Citizen SBI was one such transformative experience. It began with my selection as faculty for the State Bank Academy, Gurgaon—a position I never assumed. Instead, I was posted as the head of the learning center at Indore, a role that coincided with my appointment as the intervention leader for the Citizen-SBI program.

Citizen SBI was more than a training program. Inspired by Swami Ranganathananda of the Ramakrishna Mission, it aimed to cultivate ‘enlightened citizenship.’ This concept transcended political citizenship—focused on rights and freedoms—and emphasized a deeper engagement with collective welfare and individual fulfillment. The program was the brainchild of our chairman, O.P. Bhatt, who envisioned its impact extending to 200,000 employees and, through them, to 140 million customers.

The foundation of this initiative was engagement—true, deep involvement in one’s work. As I immersed myself in its philosophy, I discovered the transformative power of meaningful contribution. No longer was work just a duty; it became a purpose-driven act of service. This shift in mindset was a spiritual awakening for me.

The journey began with workshops and pilots across locations, from Mumbai to Hyderabad and Gurgaon. I remember vividly my first interaction with V. Srinivas, the visionary CEO of Illumine Knowledge Resources. His conviction was palpable, though his ideas initially seemed abstract to many. Over time, through detailed workshops and apprenticeships, the abstract became tangible, and the facilitators, including myself, underwent a profound transformation.

The program’s influence extended beyond professional training. It created a rich network of facilitators, bonded by a shared purpose. The ‘facilitator gym’ sessions at the Bandra-Kurla Complex honed our skills and deepened our understanding of citizenship. These moments of camaraderie and collective learning were deeply fulfilling.

Back in Indore, I was tasked with implementing Citizen SBI in the State Bank of Indore. Initially, there was resistance—they did not yet see themselves as citizens of SBI. However, with the help of facilitators like Suresh Iyer, Harinaxi Sharma, and Arun Kalway, we gradually earned their trust. The program’s ethos resonated, bringing about a noticeable shift in their attitudes.

The essence of Citizen SBI was not about personal gain but about contributing positively to others. It wasn’t ‘swantah sukhai’—happiness for oneself—but a collective welfare-driven joy. This philosophy became my way of life, influencing not just my work but my personal ethos.

The program’s success was also a testament to the incredible people involved. Intervention leaders like Bijaya Dash, R. Natarajan, and Balachandra Bhat became cherished friends. Vasudha Sundararaman, our deputy general manager, coordinated the program with unmatched efficiency and warmth. Yashi Sinha, general manager, was an epitome of grace and wisdom. Above all, V. Srinivas, with his dedication to the cause, became a source of inspiration—a guru whose example I sought to follow in words and deeds.

As I reflect on this journey, I find myself deeply fulfilled. I have reaped not only the ‘outer fruits’ of professional growth and recognition but also the ‘inner fruits’ of spiritual evolution and the joy of contribution. My experiences as a behavioral science trainer and student of positive psychology further enriched this journey, grounding it in the principles of authentic happiness.

Citizen SBI was not merely a program; it was a movement, a way of life. It taught me that true citizenship is an internal transformation, a continuous journey of growth, contribution, and engagement. It is a journey I carry forward with pride and gratitude, knowing that it has shaped me into not just a professional but a better human being.

© Jagat Singh Bisht

(Master Teacher: Happiness & Well-Being, Laughter Yoga Master Trainer, Author, Blogger, Educator, and Speaker.)

Founder: LifeSkills

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The Science of Happiness (Positive Psychology), Meditation, Yoga, Spirituality and Laughter Yoga. We conduct talks, seminars, workshops, retreats and training.

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English Literature – Travelogue ☆ New Zealand: A Reflective Travelogue: Takapuna’s Timeless Embrace # 4 ☆ Mr. Jagat Singh Bisht ☆

Shri Jagat Singh Bisht

☆ Travelogue – New Zealand: A Reflective Travelogue: Takapuna’s Timeless Embrace # 4 ☆ Mr. Jagat Singh Bisht ☆

The traveller and the tourist are oft at odds in their purposes. The tourist, with hurried steps and an agenda inscribed in hours, seeks to conquer destinations as a general conquers lands—swiftly, superficially, and with a lingering restlessness to move on. The traveller, by contrast, seeks communion—a lingering, unspoken dialogue between self and place. It is this communion that brought me, time and again, to Takapuna Beach on Auckland’s North Shore, drawn not merely by its surface allure but by an ineffable pull that seemed to emanate from the depths of time itself.

On an evening that glowed faintly with the blush of the setting sun, I first arrived at this beach, the vast expanse of the Hauraki Gulf stretching before me. Across the waters stood Rangitoto Island, its volcanic summit gazing back at me with an intent that felt almost sentient. It was not merely a geographical feature; it was a silent chronicle of ancient eruptions, of lava flows that had once roared fiercely and unrelentingly. To imagine this serene guardian of the sea as a maelstrom of fire and fury is to marvel at the transformative power of nature. Rangitoto’s last volcanic stirrings, some 400 to 600 years ago, whisper to us of the Earth’s indomitable spirit—a reminder that peace is not the absence of turmoil but its eventual transcendence.

A short distance from the beach lies Lake Pupuke, a heart-shaped jewel nestled in the verdant folds of the land. It, too, owes its existence to volcanic fervour—a crater once seething with molten fire, now a freshwater haven of tranquillity. As I stood at its edge, the water mirrored the twilight sky, creating a tableau so serene that it seemed to offer an eternal reprieve from the harried pace of the modern world.

But it is Takapuna Beach itself that holds me captive, time after time. The volcanic past that forged the land now serves as its foundation for joy and solace. The sands, once kissed by fiery lava, now embrace countless feet—youngsters chasing waves, families building castles of sand and memory, and solitary wanderers like myself, seeking something nameless yet profound. The cool breeze that drifts across the shore feels like a benediction, a soothing contrast to the fiery origins of the place. The waves, playful yet unyielding, embody life itself—capricious, untamed, but endlessly inviting.

And after the beach has worked its magic, there lies the modern charm of Takapuna’s bustling heart. The cafes and markets offer a different kind of nourishment. At the Jam Organic Café, I delight in a hearty vegetarian breakfast, its flavours as wholesome as the air I had breathed by the shore. On Hurstmere Road, Mövenpick tempts with its Swiss chocolate ice cream—a simple pleasure, yet profound in its ability to anchor one in the present moment.

There is a farmers’ market every Sunday, a vibrant mingling of tradition and community. Here, amidst the fresh produce and cheerful chatter, one senses the unbroken link between people and the land. It is this interplay of the ancient and the contemporary, the fiery and the serene, that makes Takapuna Beach a destination not merely for the senses but for the soul.

The past here is not a distant whisper; it is a companion. The volcanic history of Takapuna and its surroundings speaks not of destruction but of renewal, a cycle of endings that births beginnings. And in this, I find a metaphor for life itself. We are all, in some measure, shaped by our own eruptions—by moments of chaos and trial that mould us into something more profound, more resilient.

Takapuna is not merely a place to visit; it is a place to be. It invites reflection, not merely admiration; presence, not merely attendance. And so, like the tide that returns unfailingly to the shore, I too shall return, drawn by a beauty that is as much about the spirit as it is about the sight. In Takapuna, the tourist may find a pleasant memory, but the traveller finds an enduring truth.

#takapuna #takapunabeach #newzealand #auckland

© Jagat Singh Bisht

(Master Teacher: Happiness & Well-Being, Laughter Yoga Master Trainer, Author, Blogger, Educator, and Speaker.)

Founder: LifeSkills

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The Science of Happiness (Positive Psychology), Meditation, Yoga, Spirituality and Laughter Yoga. We conduct talks, seminars, workshops, retreats and training.

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English Literature – Article ☆ Victory Day Special – Memories of the Victory Day 1971 ☆ Shri Ajeet Singh, Ex-Director (News) Doordarshan

Shri Ajeet Singh

(We present an article ‘Memories of the Victory Day 1971’ written by Shri Ajeet Singh ji, Ex-Director (News), Doordarshan.)

☆ Victory Day Special – Memories of the Victory Day 1971 ☆ Shri Ajeet Singh ☆

(Vijay Diwas – 16 December)

(Mr. Ajeet Singh is a Hisar based free lancer. He worked as Sub Editor in All India Radio, Shimla in early 1970’s and later as Sr. Corespondent in Srinagar during 1990s and retired as Director of News. Doordarshan Hisar in 2006.)

Bliss was it to be in the newsroom of All India Radio Simla this day 53 years ago. And it was heaven to be a young Sub-Editor listening to the relay of Prime Minister Indira Gandhi addressing Parliament on the fall of Dhaka garrison after the 16-day long Bangladesh liberation war. Clapping and celebratory gestures erupted as she announced, “Dhaka is now the free capital of a free nation”.

Member after member hailed the indian victory over the Pakistani forces. I still remember Srinagar MP Shamim Ahmad Shamim who while congratulating the Prime Minister said, “She has not only created a new history but also a new geography”.

It was a bigger bliss for me as I was to read that evening’s regional news bulletin as our regular Newsreader veteran Ramkumar Kale had taken ill since the eruption of war itself.

A senior announcer had been very keen to read a news bulletin. He frequently demanded to be given a chance but Assistant News Editor Puran Chand didn’t oblige.

In his usual jovial manner, the announcer would plead that he had been PA to actor Premnath and was experienced enough.

The first reason to deny him reading a news bulletin was that he was a perpetual paan- eater and we non-paan eaters were scared of his spitting paan while talking. Some time we even told him that.

Paan is essential for a clear throat. An announcer has to speak a lot. Paan, therefore, is a must for him. Your newsreader Ramkumar Kale speaks only for 10 minutes. That is no job. I speak for six hours”.

Ramkumar Kale would say that job of a newsreader and that of an announcer are quite different. “An announcer could make a mess of a news bulletin if he didn’t practice off air in a studio for one month and listen to his recordings under professional guidance”.

When the December 1971 India- Pakistan war broke out, Newsreader Ramkumar Kale fell sick and the Regional News Unit Simla did not have a panel of casual newsreaders.

It was decided , though reluctantly, to try the senior Announcer for newsreading as he only was available on announcer duty that day.

The jovial Announcer was thrilled. “You should listen to the bulletin today. You will forget Ramkumar Kale”.

We pleaded with him to practice hard as this was his first chance. He didn’t care much.

I, as standby news editor in the studio, wished him all the best.

Hardly two minutes into the bulletin, he closed the fader switch and said, ” This bloody thing is choking my breath”.

I gestured him not to talk and concentrate on the bulletin. He opened the fader and read the next item but to close it again saying, “You will kill me today”.

I showed my eyes hinting that he should calm down and read the bulletin.

At half time, he rose from his seat after closing the fader. I was shocked. I just got hold of him by his arm and gave a big rap on his back dragging him to the seat.

There was a gap of about half a minute or so. The Duty Officer and the Engineer on Duty rushed to the studio. By that time a humbled Announcer was in the chair and reading bulletin at a much slower speed. He threw no tantrums .

As he, somehow, finished the bulletin, the Duty Officer and the Engineer-on-Duty, still in the studio, wanted to know what had happened. The Announcer mumbled something that wasn’t much audible.

They turned to me. I told them it may be a short studio failure. Check it up tomorrow.

I told the factual story in the newsroom. Everybody laughed. ANE Puranchand said, “No more chance taking with announcers. Ajeet Singh, you will read bulletins from tomorrow. Take these old bulletins home and practice. Will record you off air tomorrow at 2 PM”.

The jovial Announcer was friend from the following day but he never pestered for newsreading.

And I read the bulletins for the next about three months.

1971 war had ended after 17 days. We had started an additional daily bulletin that continued long after.

The bulletins were also used to be relayed through a public address system on the Mall road Simla where people would crowd to listen to the latest on the war front. It was still the Radio age. Television had arrived but was still in its infancy, confined mainly to the national capital Delhi.

Due to some strategic consideration, Jalandhar and other stations of All India Radio used to stop transmission early as the enemy could locate the position of their transmitters and bombard , especially during night when engaging them was rather difficult. Simla located among hills didn’t suffer this disadvantage. So it was listened to even in the plains of Punjab and Haryana.

It did give some sort of image or recognition to me. People in my home village near Panipat would tell me having listened to the bulletins from Simla. It did please me.

Every experience makes one a better person. By and by I became more confident.

War ended and bulletins also came back to development and local stories. After about two months of my newsreading, came a letter from some listener saying that one Ajeet Singh who read news that day mispronounced

the word ‘zila’ as ‘jila’ 13 times. He was right as we counted the word was used 14 times in the bulletin, may be he missed one count. I improved not only that but started rehearsing for all Urdu words. Mr. Puranchand ANE was an Urdu man and a big help.

Newsreader Kale joined after about three months. He trained me in voice acculturation.

Jasdev Singh, the ace sports commentator used to do Newsreel from Delhi. I got hooked to that.

During 1980s and 90s when I was in J&K, SFH Naqvi was incharge of the Newsreel section in the News Services Division in Delhi. The Statesman used to carry detailed review of radio programmes of the week those days. One of my despatches was praised therein. HT also appreciated some despatch later.

© Shri Ajeet Singh

Shri Ajeet Singh ji is a freelance journalist based at Hisar. He retired as Director of News , Doordarshan Hisar in 2006.

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English Literature – Travelogue ☆ New Zealand: A Morning Ritual in the Land of the Flat White # 3 ☆ Mr. Jagat Singh Bisht ☆

Shri Jagat Singh Bisht

☆ Travelogue – New Zealand: A Morning Ritual in the Land of the Flat White # 3 ☆ Mr. Jagat Singh Bisht ☆

During our extended stay in New Zealand, a cherished morning ritual has taken root in our daily lives. Each day begins with a long walk through the serene neighborhoods, the crisp air carrying a hint of the sea and the promise of a new day. Along the way, we’ve adopted the delightful habit of pausing at a local café for a leisurely cup of coffee, a moment of calm amidst our explorations.

New Zealand’s coffee culture is nothing short of a revelation. These cozy neighborhood cafes, each with its unique charm, beckon with their warm and inviting atmospheres. The friendly baristas, often brimming with infectious Kiwi cheer, greet us as though we’re old friends. Inside, the scene is a delightful blend of the old and the new: elderly patrons sipping their morning brews, sharing stories, or indulging in a crossword puzzle, while younger professionals dart in to grab their takeaway cups before heading to work. We often find ourselves thumbing through local newspapers or glossy magazines, adding a touch of nostalgia to our mornings.

When we first arrived, our coffee choices leaned toward familiar favorites like cappuccinos and mochas. But it wasn’t long before the locals’ love for the Flat White intrigued us. A perfect harmony of velvety milk and robust espresso, the Flat White is a testament to New Zealanders’ passion for coffee, and it has since become our drink of choice. Occasionally, we pair it with a warm cheese scone or a sweet muffin, elevating the experience into something almost ceremonial.

Interestingly, cafes here open early, around 7 am, to cater to the early risers and close by 3:30 pm, making evenings without a café outing feel a tad incomplete. How we wish these delightful spots stayed open late, offering the joy of a quiet evening coffee!

Our favorites include Vero Café in Unsworth Shops, Lulu Café in Wairau Valley, and Tob Café in Rosedale. Each has its signature touch, yet they all share a commitment to crafting a superb cup of coffee. Further afield, the coastal charm of Devonport and the bustling energy of Takapuna have provided memorable coffee moments, blending the aromas of fresh brews with the stunning views of the surrounding landscapes.

New Zealand’s coffee culture is steeped in its people’s dedication to quality and community. The Flat White, with its origins hotly debated between Kiwis and Australians, is more than just a drink—it’s a cultural emblem. The sheer number of independent cafes here speaks to a nation that takes its coffee seriously. In fact, New Zealand has more cafes per capita than even New York City, underscoring its status as a global coffee hotspot.

As our days here continue, the morning ritual of walking and pausing for coffee has become more than a habit—it’s a connection to the heart of New Zealand’s culture. Whether in the bustling streets of Auckland or a quiet suburban nook, these moments, and the exceptional coffee that accompanies them, are memories we’ll savor long after we leave.

#coffee #auckland #newzealand

© Jagat Singh Bisht

(Master Teacher: Happiness & Well-Being, Laughter Yoga Master Trainer, Author, Blogger, Educator, and Speaker.)

Founder: LifeSkills

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The Science of Happiness (Positive Psychology), Meditation, Yoga, Spirituality and Laughter Yoga. We conduct talks, seminars, workshops, retreats and training.

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English Literature – Weekly Column ☆ Witful Warmth # 30 – The Lost Childhood… ☆ Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’ ☆

Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’

Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra, known for his wit and wisdom, is a prolific writer, renowned satirist, children’s literature author, and poet. He has undertaken the monumental task of writing, editing, and coordinating a total of 55 books for the Telangana government at the primary school, college, and university levels. His editorial endeavors also include online editions of works by Acharya Ramchandra Shukla.

As a celebrated satirist, Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra has carved a niche for himself, with over eight million viewers, readers, and listeners tuning in to his literary musings on the demise of a teacher on the Sahitya AajTak channel. His contributions have earned him prestigious accolades such as the Telangana Hindi Academy’s Shreshtha Navyuva Rachnakaar Samman in 2021, presented by the honorable Chief Minister of Telangana, Mr. Chandrashekhar Rao. He has also been honored with the Vyangya Yatra Ravindranath Tyagi Stairway Award and the Sahitya Srijan Samman, alongside recognition from Prime Minister Narendra Modi and various other esteemed institutions.

Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra’s journey is not merely one of literary accomplishments but also a testament to his unwavering dedication, creativity, and profound impact on society. His story inspires us to strive for excellence, to use our talents for the betterment of others, and to leave an indelible mark on the world. Today we present his Satire The Lost Childhood... .

☆ Witful Warmth # 30 ☆

☆ Satire ☆ The Lost Childhood… ☆ Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’ ☆

In a quaint little town, where the chirping of birds once drowned out the noise of the mundane, a new deity arose, sleek and shiny, with a screen that glowed brighter than the morning sun. This was no ordinary deity; it was the Mobile Phone, the omnipotent ruler of modern life. Revered by adults and children alike, it demanded neither temples nor offerings—just their time, their sanity, and their souls.

Among its devoted followers were children, tiny humans who once found joy in the rustling leaves and the melody of rain. Now, their playgrounds were mere backdrops to selfies, their laughter replaced by the clinking sounds of virtual coins in games like Free Fire. Gone were the days of scraped knees and shared secrets; instead, they embarked on epic battles in pixelated arenas, fighting for glory that mattered to no one but the algorithm.

“Mom, I’m in the top 10!” little Arjun exclaimed one day, his face aglow—not with the warmth of childhood, but with the cold, blue light of his phone. His mother smiled weakly, her heart breaking silently. Arjun no longer cared for the toy train she had saved for months to buy. No, his heart now belonged to a digital avatar wielding a sniper rifle.

The irony, of course, was deliciously cruel. These tiny warriors, so adept at maneuvering through the mazes of their games, couldn’t find their way back to the dinner table without Google Maps. They built empires in the virtual world while their real lives crumbled into piles of neglected homework and skipped meals.

Social media was the Mobile Phone’s other masterpiece. Children who once giggled over silly jokes now wore serious expressions, perfecting their TikTok dances and Instagram poses. They chased likes and followers, trading their innocence for a fleeting moment of digital fame. “I’m a content creator!” declared 12-year-old Riya, her face adorned with filters that made her look like a porcelain doll. The irony? She was too busy creating “content” to notice the real content of life slipping through her fingers.

Parents, too, were complicit in this tragedy, their hypocrisy shining brighter than their phone screens. “These kids are always glued to their phones!” they complained, while scrolling endlessly through WhatsApp forwards and YouTube tutorials. They handed over tablets to toddlers to keep them quiet, then lamented the loss of familial bonds. “When I was your age,” they began, only to be cut off by the ding of a notification.

The Mobile Phone, meanwhile, basked in its omnipresence. It watched as children became strangers to their own families, their heads bent not in prayer but in endless scrolling. Grandparents, once the keepers of bedtime stories, now sat in corners, ignored and forgotten, while their grandchildren watched strangers play video games on YouTube.

Yet, the tears of this satire are not just for the children; they are for humanity itself. The Mobile Phone, this marvel of human ingenuity, was meant to connect us, yet it had severed the most vital connections. Children no longer ran to their parents with tales of their day; instead, they posted stories on Instagram. Friends no longer laughed together in sunlit parks; they exchanged emojis in WhatsApp groups.

And then there was the dark underbelly of this addiction: the sleepless nights, the strained eyes, the anxiety over a game’s ranking or a post’s likes. A child’s world, once filled with endless possibilities, now revolved around a six-inch screen. The irony was bitter—these devices, designed to make life easier, had made childhood the most complicated it had ever been.

But perhaps the cruelest satire of all lies in the dreams of these children. Ask them what they want to be, and the answers are as predictable as they are tragic: “A gamer,” “A YouTuber,” “A social media influencer.” They no longer aspire to be doctors or artists or astronauts; their dreams are confined to the boundaries of a Wi-Fi signal.

And so, the Mobile Phone sat on its metaphorical throne, ruling over a kingdom of lost childhoods. It had given these children everything—entertainment, validation, distraction—yet taken away the one thing that mattered: their sense of wonder.

One day, when the screens go dark, and the servers shut down, these children will look up and find a world they no longer recognize. They will see their parents, older and wearier, their siblings, strangers they never got to know, and their own reflections, unfiltered and unfamiliar.

The question is, will it be too late? Will they mourn the playgrounds they never explored, the books they never read, the bonds they never formed? Or will they simply scroll on, looking for the next distraction, the next game, the next follower?

Perhaps the only way to end this tale is with a plea—a tearful, satirical cry for the world to wake up. Let children be children again. Let them climb trees and scrape their knees. Let them write their own stories, not captions. Let them fight real battles, not virtual ones.

For if we don’t, this satire will no longer be satire; it will be the reality we chose. A reality where the Mobile Phone is king, and childhood is its greatest casualty.

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English Literature – Travelogue ☆ A Journey of Contrasts in New Zealand – 1 ☆ Mr. Jagat Singh Bisht ☆

Shri Jagat Singh Bisht

☆ Travelogue – Huka Falls and Lake Taupo: A Journey of Contrasts in New Zealand – 1 ☆ Mr. Jagat Singh Bisht ☆

Have you ever stood before nature’s raw power, witnessing torrents of crystalline blue water surging with incredible force, accompanied by a deafening roar that seems to echo through your soul? And then, just a few miles away, found yourself by a tranquil lake so serene that its stillness feels like meditation? Last weekend, I had the privilege of experiencing both these phenomena, and they left me profoundly moved.

This was not my first tryst with the natural wonders of New Zealand. Having spent over a month in this spectacularly beautiful country—my second visit here—I had already fallen for its iconic landscapes. During my first trip, Queenstown’s charm and Milford Sound’s ethereal beauty had set an almost unattainable benchmark for natural splendor. I doubted if any other place could rival those world-renowned destinations. But New Zealand, as always, surprised me.

From Auckland, it’s roughly a three-hour drive to the charming town of Taupo. The journey itself was scenic, with rolling green pastures and glimpses of distant mountains. However, the true marvel awaited us just outside Taupo: Huka Falls. Nothing could have prepared me for the sight that greeted us.

Huka Falls isn’t a conventional waterfall. Instead, it’s an immense torrent of water, funneled through a narrow gorge at astonishing speed, crashing into a frothy white pool below. The sheer force of the water is humbling, its roar almost primal, commanding awe and respect. The vibrant turquoise hue of the river against the lush green surroundings made it look almost surreal. It was nature’s unrestrained power on full display—a reminder of life’s dynamism and unpredictability.

After soaking in the majesty of the falls, we continued to our hotel beside Lake Taupo, the largest lake in New Zealand. That evening, as the sun dipped low, the lake transformed into a mirror, reflecting hues of gold and pink. The contrast with Huka Falls couldn’t have been more striking. The next morning, a leisurely walk along the lake’s edge deepened my appreciation for its tranquility. The still waters, dotted with ducks and seagulls, seemed to emanate a quiet wisdom. We paused at Two Mile Bay Sailing Club, savoring rich, authentic coffee as we watched the world wake up. It was a moment of pure peace—a slice of heaven on earth.

Breakfast at a nearby vegan café rounded off the morning, but the pull of Huka Falls was irresistible. We returned before heading back, mesmerized once more by its unbridled energy. Watching the water surge and swirl, I reflected on how it symbolized joy in motion—life at its most vibrant and free.

As we drove back, a thought lingered in my mind. Life, I realized, is a dance between contrasts. It’s about finding harmony between the strong, rushing currents of Huka Falls and the calm, reflective depths of Lake Taupo. Both are beautiful, both essential, and together, they create a profound balance.

New Zealand’s landscapes have a way of leaving you with more than just memories—they offer lessons. For me, this journey was a reminder to embrace both the storms and stillness that life offers, for each holds its own unique beauty.

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English Literature – Weekly Column ☆ Witful Warmth # 29 – The Truth of the Dig… ☆ Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’ ☆

Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’

☆ Witful Warmth # 29 ☆

☆ Satire ☆ The Truth of the Dig… ☆ Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’ ☆

Once upon a time, in an old neighborhood of Hyderabad, an unusual silence fell after a grand procession. The streets, usually bustling with life, were eerily deserted. Shattered glass scattered in every corner and old carvings on the walls gave the place an air of melancholy, as if the past itself had been engulfed in silence. The marks on the shards seemed to whisper stories of an era long gone, yearning to be heard.

Years later, a new generation arrived and saw the neighborhood as a historical site. They thought, “Something remarkable might be hidden here,” and began to excavate the alley. At first, they found nothing significant—just broken glass and faded carvings. Disappointed, they continued digging deeper. Then, they unearthed something extraordinary—a vintage clock!

A sense of wonder spread across everyone’s faces. This was no ordinary clock. It appeared to symbolize a profound understanding of time and history. As they gazed at it, no one could comprehend who the clock belonged to or who might have used it.

Ramu Bhai, an old art researcher, smiled faintly and said, “Whose clock could this be? If it’s this old, it might have belonged to someone significant who valued time immensely.”

Upon closer inspection, they discovered that the clock was not merely made of metal and glass but adorned with exquisite gems and rare wood.

Ali Bhai, a researcher in ancient arts, exclaimed in astonishment, “What’s this? Whose clock could it be? Look at it—it seems brand new, as if just crafted. And the most peculiar thing is the use of gems and wood in its construction.”

Nasima Bee, who studied the histories of old families, smiled and remarked, “What does the ancient world want to show us with this? If this clock is so unique, it must symbolize someone’s thoughts and decisions. But who could it be?”

Everyone gathered around the clock, trying to unravel its mysteries. Once, a clock was merely a device to tell time. But this clock seemed to reveal the truth about thought and understanding alongside time.

Shahid Bhai, a young thinker, addressed the group, saying, “This clock conveys a new message! If it’s this extraordinary, it signifies more than just time—it’s a symbol of understanding and mental strength.”

The realization dawned upon everyone. The clock was teaching them that real strength doesn’t come from time itself but from the ability to use time wisely, with thought and understanding.

Mahesh Bhai, a researcher in ancient education, added, “This clock tells us that the proper use of time isn’t driven by mere physical strength but by the power of thought and decision-making.”

Gradually, people understood that the clock was not just a relic of a bygone era but a representation of all those who grasped the significance of time. It showed that everything has a purpose, and this clock was a unique part of that purpose.

As people stared at the clock, a new perspective began to unfold before their eyes. This clock was not merely a marker of time but a symbol of the strength to make the right decisions at the right moment.

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English Literature – Weekly Column ☆ Witful Warmth # 28 – Love is Blind… ☆ Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’ ☆

Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’

☆ Witful Warmth # 28 ☆

☆ Satire ☆ Love is Blind… ☆ Dr. Suresh Kumar Mishra ‘Uratript’ ☆

They say love is blind. It seems like love is a frustrated, sightless god who, by mistake, shoots an arrow at the wrong person. After hearing this, one can’t help but feel the urge to grab them and ask, “Hey, who told you love is blind?”

The truth is, love isn’t blind anymore. In the modern age, love has taken off the blindfold and now sees everything clearly, like a CCTV camera, observing every little detail. Once, love was defined simply—eyes met, hearts raced, and boom, love happened. But now? Now love happens after checking out the bank balance, religion, caste, social status, and even social media followers.

Love is no longer ‘blind’; it’s now ‘well-sighted’. And not just any sight—love now has HD vision, observing everything with crystal clarity. As soon as someone comes into view, love swiftly inspects their clothes’ brand, the price of their watch, and the model of their phone. If someone is carrying the iPhone 16 Pro, the heart skips a beat. Otherwise, Android users are left to linger in the “friend zone.”

Love now checks religion and caste. It used to be blind when lovers would visit temples and mosques to confess their feelings. But now? “What’s your caste?” “How much gold does your family have?” “Will your parents agree to this?” Without these questions, no one dares to say “I love you.”

Today’s love thrives on Facebook, Instagram, and Snapchat. The new mantra of love is, “How many Instagram followers do you have?” If you don’t have at least 10k followers, you’re not worthy of love. People used to fall in love listening to ghazals, but now they fall for reels.

In love today, having a heavy heart is secondary—your wallet needs to be heavy. “I’ll marry you, but how much is your salary?” is a perfect reflection of today’s love. Love has now become less about emotions and more about “financial investment.”

Seeing the strange calculations of status in love, sometimes it feels like love has turned into a management project. If you drive a BMW and your house is in a posh neighborhood, your chances of love increase. Otherwise, love just sings the old song, “I can leave everything for your love, but not my EMIs.”

Love isn’t blind anymore—it has learned to pretend to be secular. Those who say “love doesn’t see religion” are the first ones standing at the doorsteps of their own religion when it comes to marriage. When marriage is on the cards, love quietly cloaks itself in religion, caste, and cultural norms.

In reality, claiming “love is blind” is like deceiving yourself and society. Love is no longer blind, it’s so smart now that it keeps track of everything. Society has turned love into a subject of ‘data analytics.’

And if anyone claims that they loved someone without any discrimination, they are either a saint or living in a fantasy world. Saying love is blind is as much a joke as saying, “Everyone in politics is honest.”

This satirical analysis of love teaches us that “love is blind” is now an outdated, impractical saying. Today, love sees with its eyes and decides with its brain. So, before calling love blind, think twice, because today’s love wears glasses and analyzes everything under a microscope. Next time someone tells you love is blind, smile and reply, “No, my friend, love now sees faster than CCTV.”

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English Literature – Article ☆ The Human Prompt ☆ Ms. Ashwini Abhyankar ☆

Ms. Ashwini Abhyankar

☆The Human Prompt ☆ Ms. Ashwini Abhyankar☆

I met a friend, after many months. Upon meeting, she enveloped me in a warm hug and on the heels, came her reaction,”Now you can write about this!”. I waited a beat, of course internally. Frankly, I felt like ChatGPT. Someone can give me a prompt and hey presto, I have the result ready!! Of all the requests that I have received, to date, to write, this took the cake! And believe you me, I have received plenty!!

I’ve been asked to write travelogues. Now, you might wonder why this would be weird. The answer is, not every place that I visit triggers anything, even though the places might be interesting in their own right. I am a vibe person. So, I can write only when a place, or rather a space, speaks to me. Sometimes, the vibe is so strong that you can lose yourself in that. Taking photos is also forgotten. And then, when I do write, I don’t write about what I saw, but rather what I felt. And for that, I don’t need any references or photos That vibe I enjoyed, flows out effortlessly in my writing.

I’ve been asked to write about movies, particularly if that movie carries a message. Firstly, I’m not a movie buff and secondly, again, only if a movie speaks to me, can I write. More often than not, the movies are lopsided and overdramatic, and it certainly doesn’t bode well for me ☺

I have people writing to me their opinions about certain matters and then, wanting me to write a piece about that or my reaction about that. Like I said before, it’s difficult to respond or react to a cause, if it doesn’t speak to me.

In fact, I often wonder myself, what sets me off and to date, I haven’t had any satisfactory answer. Sometimes, I have pent up emotions and have a feeling that they would come gushing out on paper. In fact, at times I want to unburden myself. But no, the pen doesn’t budge, if it doesn’t want to. And sometimes, a very small gesture, yes, even a hug or two words in a seminar are all that are needed to push me over. Thus, no, that hug did not push me into writing anything that day. But here I am, almost a month later, reacting to it, because it did push me into a purge. Though I didn’t write about what feeling the hug incited, I did think about what does provoke me. And I also came to the realisation that I’m not ChatGPT 😀 beholden to write at a prompt!

Written by : Ms. Ashwini Abhyankar

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