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10 Year old’s confusion about GOD


My son & I started early on Saturday morning for a day out at farm, en route we stopped for breakfast. We were discussing some random topics that have been troubling him and out of the blue he made said “Nanna (dad), I am really confused about GOD“,

I tried to understand more about his confusion and tried to ask, what is making GOD so confusing.

Son started to explain – “I understood from movies, and other discussions that GOD is present everywhere and we do just what GOD wants us to do (Jagannata Sutradhari), it is GOD who makes us do all the activities. He makes us good deeds and he makes us bad deeds, and also punishes (fries in oil) for all the Bad deeds we do in Narakam (Hell). Why should GOD make us do bad and punish us again, it is not fair”.

I was really impressed with his thought process at this young age and his questioning intelligence. I was feeling good about his friends too, as there must be something the friends might have added in this curiosity. I was awestruck because when I was 10 years old, I couldn’t have thought anything close to it.

I did not want to answer him right there as we were almost done with our breakfast and also wanted to check if it was one of random question or he really needed help on (checking if he is ready for it or not).

The entire day he enjoyed in the farm with puppies, and in the evening we were taking a stroll in the farm, he again raised the same question – “I am confused about GOD, he does everything to us and again punishes us, not fair”

Now I understood, that there is something troubling him and I need to help him. Did not want to dump on him too much information, some of it might be much above his understanding, but wanted to ask him lot of questions for him to discover the solution. I am presenting the discussion in narrative form rather than dialog which is tedious (will leave it to your dramatization)

My inner thoughts

I really wanted to explain “Everything is done by GOD (Kartha, Karma, Kriya), the good deeds, bad deeds, the punishments, the rewards, the happy moments and the sorrows. For that matter the body we have also is HIS own, it is illusion (Maya) that it is ours, we are part of him and we are just remote control robots with life nothing more”. I hesitated that explanation because he might not understand it completely and did not want him to disown every action in his life like a situation below

I did not want to face a situation where he breaks the glass, and when I question him, he answers “Dad, I did not break it, it was GOD who broke it, and it is not our glass, it is kept with us for me to break it, it is all designed by GOD, even you shouting at me and me giving you this explanation is all designed and happening as per GOD.

I wanted to take this opportunity to explain something about life more than the GOD, I have my own perspective of GOD and each ones perspective is different from others. I used GOD and tried to make as much sense to the context of his question but bring in the qualitative change in him. Question is the first towards to self growth and quality of the questions will decide the quality of your life is what I believe in.

Conversation with son

We sat on a small rock in the farm with two puppies jumping on us with excitement, started explaining him

GOD actually gives you everything you need to handle a situation and it is your choice to how you use it. He did not seem to have understood (as expected), I continued explaining with simple examples of his life.

[Farmer] – GOD gave you seeds, water, sunlight, soil, people, money, equipment, it is what you do with all these available things will decide what you get.

You are a farmer right, last year you sowed the paddy, did you just sow, and leave it or did we actually took care of it, with proper watering, proper de-weeding, spraying jeevamrutam and neem oils and harvest it, dry it and only then we got the rice we wanted right. We did not say, GOD here are the seeds, you get me the rice after few months. NO, we do not.

[Context Setting] – You live in a good apartment community, you have lot of friends, you have good family, you have good health. GOD actually gave you all these thing and he also gave you a LED TV, you have access to nearly 300+ channels, gave you access to few smartphones at home which has 24/7 high speed internet, you have many Youtube channels, you have few home games like chess or Rubik’s cube.

[Abundance] – It is GODs love towards you in giving you everything you needed, not many people have all these things, NOW it is your choice of how you utilize these available things that decide how your future is going to be.

[Fitnesse] – You can use the Smartphone to learn something (craft, tricks, science) interesting which can help you in your life. You can waste this time by playing some non helpful game running behind the gold while being chased by ghost, you end up neither getting the gold, nor you will get fitter by running in smart phone, you become fat, you will not get six packs (he is excited about it).

[Continuous improvement ] – You can play multiple games of Chess physically or on tablets, where you can learn the tricks and continuously improve your game, not everyone knows that there is something called as Chess exists. You are blessed to know and have people to play for you. You can choose to play or not play, GOD has nothing to do with it, it is your action or inaction.

[Life] – If you are alone, you can try solve the Rubik’s cube, and try to understand how simple flips can impact multiple sides of the cube, and understand how to fix it, which in-turn helps you learn the game of life and how each move impacts multiple facades of life

[Action] – You see my dumbbells (GOD gave) at home, just by looking at them will muscles improve or if you use them and exercise your muscles develop??

[Book Reading] – You have choice of reading books and watching TV, reading books gives you knowledge of your choice and your thinking capability gets sharpened, while watching TV you have to listen to what they say, and you will be forced to believe what they want to say. Choice is yours, GOD gave you both.

While my entire focus for now is to make him understand the power he has with in and the righteousness of his choices,  working towards implementing those choices into actions, owning the actions with responsibility and continuously improving upon them.

To me GOD is personal, even my GOD is totally different to my son.

GOD is a “work in progress” topic and continuous process for many and I am not an exception.

“Royal Enfield” Heart (an Aha moment)

After signing off for the workweeks on Friday @ 7.00 PM, checked with friends about the earlier planned dinner and he showed “thumbs down”. Quickly went to the “Plan B”, called up school mate who recently returned from US and was planning to throw a party today, was informed that its scheduled for “Saturday night”. As I was thinking of “Plan C”, some images flashed thru and decided to trash “Plan C” and called up home and told will be home soon for dinner.


With background images going on in mind, heart very light after a great day @ work came to parking lot after bidding bye to everyone still in office. Looked at my “majestic” Royal Enfield parked with no vehicle around. Gracefully got on to the bullet and an aura of proud feeling engraved me when I started Bullet in single kick.


With back erect and chest up, enjoying the ride, with in few kilometers (kms) joined everyone (heading to explore what is in store for the evening) in traffic jam, soon without my notice, straight back has leaned and driving focus took over the pride I was feeling. Quite moments in my journey ensured that my bullet sound is audible to me, and the pride, chest up and back straight automatically came back.


This Jugalbandi (duet) in my drive continued till I reached Ashok Nagar X roads and waiting for signal to clear with my bike positioned in middle of the road. Suddenly Bullet stopped. For a second, the pride and chest up were all gone for a toss as the signal had to turn green the moment my bike stopped, and with all the most patient drivers behind me, added to the situation.


As you can guess the next sequence in a thriller movie of a known director, in this situation also I tried starting my bike and that effort was in vain. Gained much needed composure and stood stand still and hinted people behind me to move on, they obliged and slowly took the Bullet to the side.


  • 8:50 PM :- Restarted to try starting the bullet quickly & head out to enjoy the remaining Friday.
  • 8:55 PM :- Little tired with my efforts, regained composure and retried again, this continued for next 10 mins.
  • 9:05 PM :- Feeling ashamed of standing on the road side with everyone going past me, especially with the traffic accumulating when the signal was “Red”.
  • As a seasoned project manager, with every break, started to think of all my alternate options for the night and just piling up all the best solutions in mind.
  • 9:10 PM :- Couldn’t take it anymore, walked to the nearest grocery store and took a “fruit juice bottle” and gulped entirely assuming that this energy should give me enough energy to start the bullet.
  • 9:15 PM :- understood that the drink was of no use before the Royal Enfield kick start
  • 9:20 PM :- went inside the store again and asked for some water, all this time, the store keeper was watching my efforts and offered to try to help me, he is completely novice to Bullet. His first kick on Bullet (thinking he can do it easily) backfired fully and he silently accepted the fact, its not his cup of tea
  • 9:23 PM :- Ran out of options, starting to check the validity of my alternate options. Called a friend who is passionate of Bullet, he advised me to kick some B***T (hey I mean Bullet) with petrol knob switched of as it can be a situation of over flow.
  • While doing this, during my break, tried to reach my friend who stays close to Ashok Nagar X roads and told the possibility of parking my vehicle at his place and going home by auto.
  • All this while, was waiting and watching for any “bullet” sound, so that I can request the Bullet user for some help. As in any story, those bullets were going on the other side of the road and I do not reach them.
  • 9:33 PM :- after all the efforts of mine, my “I can do” feeling is taking over by “HE can do” and I left it to HIS hands with simple request, “please take care of this situation”.
  • 9:40 PM :- continued all my efforts to start the Bullet and nothing worked.
  • 9:42 PM :- heard a sound of the bullet passing by from my side, shouted for them, luckily that guy looked back, and I could ask for help.
  • He was very graceful and offered to help
  • Tried starting my Bullet, nothing worked, checked “Spark Plug”, cleaned, and still nothing worked.
  • With little diagnosis he found that the battery might be the culprit.
  • He quickly swapped the battery of my bullet with his.
  • Thats it, my bullet got all the POWER, in single kick it started. “da da da da da da ……….” YYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAHHOO
  • He inquired where I live and found that he stays a miles away from my home
  • With gentle voice he asked me to use the battery to reach home and return the battery tomorrow, also showed that his bulled does not require battery to start (first feeling of ‘damn my bullet’).
  • 10:20 PM :- My bullet was ready firing up all cylinders, and I was all set to get to home ASAP without any delay.
  • As always “HE ensures we remember HIM”, in the entire process I have spoiled the “lock” of the battery casing and it was hanging with battery ready to fall anytime
  • My entire ride, I had to focus on bike going smoothly and also ensure that the battery casing tight to keep the battery still 🙂
  • 10:35 PM :- Reached home

The primary purpose of this post was not just to explain the pain I have gone thru and how it all turned with HIS presence, but to recognize the gentleman and good samaritan living around us. My humble thanks to Mr. Prabhakar, a “Royal Enfield Hearted” person who firstly extended his support in helping start my bullet and did not think twice giving his battery to a total stranger like me @ 10:30 PM night, with just exchange of mobile number. My feeling and respect for “TRUST” has increased multifolded


Hats off to all “Royal Enfield Hearted” people who come across in our lives and make difference

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Selfless Love – Just experience it.

My wife called, ‘How long will you be with that newspaper? Will you come here and make your darling daughter eat her food?

I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene. My only daughter, Sindu, looked frightened; tears were welling up in her eyes. In front of her was a bowl filled to its brim with curd rice. Sindu is a nice child, quite intelligent for her age.

I cleared my throat and picked up the bowl. ‘Sindu, darling, why don’t you take a few mouthful of this curd rice? Just for Dad’s sake, dear’.

Sindu softened a bit and wiped her tears with the back of her hands. ‘Ok, Dad. I will eat – not just a few mouthfuls, but the whole lot of this. But, you should…’ Sindu hesitated. ‘Dad, if I eat this entire curd Rice, will you give me whatever I ask for?’

‘Promise’. I covered the pink soft hand extended by my daughter with mine, and clinched the deal. Now I became a bit anxious. ‘Sindu, dear, you shouldn’t insist on getting a computer or any such expensive items. Dad does not have that kind of money right now. Ok?’

‘No, Dad. I do not want anything expensive’. Slowly and painfully, she finished eating the whole quantity. I was silently angry with my wife and my mother for forcing my child to eat something that she detested. After the ordeal was through, Sindu came to me with her eyes wide with expectation. All our attention was on her. ‘Dad, I want to have my head shaved off, this Sunday!’ was her demand.

‘Atrocious!’ shouted my wife, ‘A girl child having her head shaved off? Impossible!’

‘Never in our family!’ My mother rasped. ‘She has been watching too much of television. Our culture is getting totally spoiled with these TV programs!’

‘Sindu, darling, why don’t you ask for something else? We will be sad seeing you with a clean-shaven head.’

‘Please, Sindu, why don’t you try to understand our feelings?’ I tried to plead with her.

‘Dad, you saw how difficult it was for me to eat that Curd Rice’. Sindu was in tears. ‘And you promised to grant me whatever I ask for. Now, you are going back on your words. Was it not you who told me the story of King Harishchandra, and its moral that we should honor our promises no matter what?’

It was time for me to call the shots. ‘Our promise must be kept.’

‘Are you out of your mind?’ chorused my mother and wife

‘No. If we go back on our promises, she will never learn to honor her own. Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled.’ With her head clean-shaven, Sindu had a round-face, and her eyes looked big and beautiful.

On Monday morning, I dropped her at her school. It was a sight to watch my hairless Sindu walking towards her classroom. She turned around and waved. I waved back with a smile. Just then, a boy alighted from a car, and shouted, ‘Sinduja, please wait for me!’ What struck me was the hairless head of that boy. ‘May be, that is the in-stuff’, I thought.

‘Sir, your daughter Sinduja is great indeed!’ Without introducing herself, a lady got out of the car, and continued, ‘that boy who is walking along with your daughter is my son Harish. He is suffering from… leukemia’. She paused to muffle her sobs. ‘Harish could not attend the school for the whole of the last month. He lost all his hair due to the side effects of the chemotherapy. He refused to come back to school fearing the unintentional but cruel teasing of the schoolmates. Sinduja visited him last week, and promised him that she will take care of the teasing issue. But, I never imagined she would sacrifice her lovely hair for the sake of my son!

Sir, you and your wife are blessed to have such a noble soul as your daughter.’

I stood transfixed and then, I wept. ‘My little Angel, you are teaching me how selfless real love is!’

The happiest people on this planet are not those who live on their own terms but are those who change their terms for the ones whom they love !!

PS: Received this from my friend “Dhruva Sachdeva” Noida as an email.

Jessica Cox: First Pilot without Arms

Excellence or Excuse???

Mom: Can you get that box

Kid: No Mom, I can’t lift this box, it is too heavy for me

Friend A: I have started to learn martial arts (Tea kwon do), do you want to join with me Shreshta??

Friend B: No, I am too small to learn that, and i heard that it is very tough to learn that.

These kind of excuses are pretty commonly heard around us from kids and something similar in nature from adults. Excellence is tough and Excuse is easy, but which one should we choose?? Why should we choose??

I have recently received an email from my friend Sanna about Jessica Cox – a woman without her arms flying as a certified pilot., here is the story of her.. read on.

Jessica Cox is born in Tucson, Arizona (USA) without arms, but that did not stopped her from doing the regular activities of childhood, she just believed in only one word “I CAN”.

Right from her infancy, her feet became her hands. Like all children,she went through the various stages of development. She learned to feed herself and write with her feet. Throughout childhood, she participated in many activities including swimming, gymnastics, tap dancing, using computer.

Jessica started tae kwon-do when she was ten, earning her first black belt at fourteen in the International Tae Kwon-Do Federation. She rejoined American Tae Kwon-Do Association in college and earned a second black belt.

Double Black Belt in Tae Kwon-Do.

Jessica can drive car by herselves and she is a Graduate in Psycolog, she is a very good dancer

The only thing Jessica was afraid of was “flying”, but when she was given an opportunity to overcome her fear, she learned to fly on a “rudderless” flight which only need to control steering and no other operations.

“I had to be very determined and persistent. It took me three hard years to complete – but it is the most fantastic feeling in the world,” Jessica explained.

Jessica is now training to become an instructor

With one foot manning the controls and the other delicately guiding the steering column, Cox, 25, soared to achieve a Sport Pilot certificate. Her certificate qualifies her to fly a light-sport aircraft to altitudes of 10,000 feet.

Experts from her Instructor Parrish Traweek, 42, the flying instructor at San Manuel’s Ray Blair Airport.

“When she came up here driving a car,”

“I knew she’d have no problem flying a plane.”

“She’s a good pilot. She’s rock solid,” said

I salute to Jessica’s strong determination and her parents for giving this inspiration to the this world.

Her Web site –

Few Videos –

Youtube Videos –

Inside Edition on Jessica Cox on Youtube

Woman Armless Pilot on Youtube

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