#JourneyOf1001Miles – The Plan B!

“I’m not going to miss this train”, I said to myself.

I kept walking fast on the staircase of steps, leading to the platform.  There was a little bit of acceleration on my heartbeat.

But, I don’t want to be desperate.  I may end up walking too fast and fall off by missing the balance – injuring myself or the other co-passengers. It’s also okay for me if I’m going to miss this train, I can definitely go on the next one, or can even go to the nearby bus stop to catch a bus, there’s always a Plan B if we assess any situation carefully!

Making on time for any appointments scheduled for you, is good – but making it early is great, especially when you are going for your college admission interview!

I badly wanted a good start to the day! And yes, luckily I hopped onto the train and also found a seat where I can sit and relax.

Nungambakkam is just 5 stops away from Guindy – through local train! But on that day, I felt it like so much of time – I was quietly looking back on the different incidents in my life for the past 3 months.

Grade 12 Board examinations and the super relieving feeling once you complete them; The enjoyable holidays spent on my native place;  Catching up with all the friends and playing hard under the sun;  Solo trip for the first time and learning Yoga – It all went like a flash of happy memories!

Things on the other side of the spectrum also happened.

The arrival of the board results – ‘friendly’ calls from all your relatives – everyone asking ‘Which college you’re going to join?’ – You asking yourself “What next?” –Finishing up the schooling and finding what’s next is always a difficult phase of life for anyone. 

The train stopped at the Nungambakkam railway station.  The college campus was at a walking distance from the station, actually it’s not even a mile and I decided to walk!

The last time I visited the campus was to collect the enrolment application.  I chose to travel in by bicycle then – I usually enjoy roaming around the city and getting to know the new driving routes and places within the town.  But long journey in cycle are super tiring and I wanted appear fresh during the interview.


I realized that I’m nearing the entrance of the college.  The security at the entrance allowed me after checking the email confirmation printout of mine for the interview round – I had a fabulous feeling as I was literally just one more step (of clearing the interview) to visit this campus every day for the next 3 years!

As I slowly walked towards the Visual Communication Block – there was a bunch of teenagers and elders standing with folders on their hands, which might have contained resume & certificates, I hope.

Some of them even had a ‘marriage album’ kind of bigger folders too. Later I learned that they were artists and the bigger folders were their design portfolio.  

As I moved towards joining the crowd, I met an elderly person with a young boy next to him.  He started off the conversation in a friendly voice.

“Entha course apply panniruka pa?” (Which course you have applied for?)

“B. Sc. Visual Communication, uncle.”

“Oh. Interview ku vanthiya pa.” (Oh. Have you come for attending interview?”)

“Ama. Uncle.” (Yes, uncle)

“Enna mark’u edutha pa 12th la?” (What’s your score in Grade XII?)

<My mind voice: “Innum ethane peru ithe kelviya ketpeenga” (No translation for this :P)>

“My mark was XXXX uncle.” (Intentionally hidden – I don’t want to brand it here.)

“Oh. Nalla mark’u pa” (Oh. That’s a good score, my boy!)

And then he starred at his son who’s standing next to him.  His son looked sad and put his face down.  From their reaction I noticed that he might have scored a lesser mark.  I wanted to break the silence (and the stare :P) – I posed the question this time.

“So, neenga ethukaga VisCom choose pannenga.” (So, why did you choose Visual Communication)

Before his son reacted, the father replied back immediately.

“Intha college la VisCom, the best’u pa.  Unakku theriyuma, the next gen’ directors, editors, cinematographers, actors intha building ullathan iruppaanga.  They are the future of the industry.” (In this college, Visual Communication is the best.  The next generation directions, editors, cinematographers and actors will all be studying here.  They will be the future of the media industry.”

Wow! That was a fascinating response! My aspiration to pursue this course at this institution had increased after hearing his response.  He continued the conversation.

“Nee ennapa thaniya vanthiruka.” (Have you come all alone?)

“Yes, uncle. I do college hunting on my own.”

After that he didn’t reply back.  But, he gave me a stare from top to bottom. 


“So, all the VisCom aspirants, we congratulate you and welcome to the final interview round! You have to show your original certificates and then move to the first floor to attend your personal interview scheduled in the order of your allocated numbers, one by one. Most importantly, switch off your mobile phones.”

That was a clear instruction.  They’re going to do the interview one by one – and we have to wait!

Then the unexpected thing happened.

“And aspirants.  We also have a surprise for you; we have one of our proud alumni and a leading director of Tamil Cinema doing the interview for all you.”

And then they announced the director’s name!

Suddenly, there was a lot of excitement and energy across the room.  All of us, the VisCom aspirants, looked at everyone’s face with a surprise look! This was totally unexpected.

In my mind, I already started dancing for – “Otha sollala” 😀

I just can’t wait for the interview to happen.


“May I come in, sir?”

After so much of ‘waiting’ – the moment was about to come.  I slowly slid the door open and in a meek voice pronounced the above words.

“Yes, please come in. Take your seat.”

He replied back to me in a calm and caring voice.  The director was super humble and a radiant personality.

We had a starting initial conversation – where he enquired about my whereabouts and my family background.

I showed him my Grade 12 score card – he had a look at it and asked me the question, which I already anticipated would come up.

“You scored XXXX marks, which is pretty good. Why do you want to take up Visual Communication?”

I replied back instantly.

“Sir, I think both in career and life, passion matters.  I want to study a course which I love, that will also help me in my career.”

I was able to see that he was quite surprised with that answer.  Then, he asked me another unexpected question!

“So, let’s say – you don’t get this course, what will you then do? Do you have any other options on your mind?”

At that point, I just wanted to clear the interview and pursue the course that I aspired in the same college.  At the same time, I had also thought of a ‘Plan B’ on my mind. But, I was not sure of what exactly to say – if I don’t share anything about my ‘Plan B’ I may sound desperate. In way it can show my commitment to study the course.

But at the end of the day, I wanted to be honest.  I had genuinely planned for an alternative option and I wanted to talk about it.

“Sir, in case if I don’t get through, I have a Plan B on mind.”

I went on to explain the plan as well.

“I will go ahead and pursue Engineering – I always have a love for programming since my Grade XI – I belong to the Computer Science group. I will hopefully be doing Computer Science and Engineering.”

I told the truth!

As I was aspiring to be an editor and photographer after finishing up the visual communication course – he wanted to see some of my work.

I had brought a pen drive with some of the photographs I clicked over the past one year.   I showed the same on the desktop that was available on his table.  He had a glance through all my photos. (Added some of them below).

I was super excited – one of the leading directors of Tamil Cinema looking at the photos clicked by me. I never imagined it would happen even in my dream! 😀

The interview got completed approx. in 8-10 minutes. He asked me to take a leave – and told me I will get more information from the staff outside.

Before I left, I wanted use the chance and convey my regards to his good work.

“Sir, you’re just a fabulous director.  I look forward to all your future movies.”

He nodded and smiled gently.

I left the room with so much of excitement – I just can’t believe what I was experiencing over the past 10 minutes!


End of story.

In the end, I had to execute my Plan B of doing Engineering.  But being a part of the recruitment process, the interview and the different people I met at the Visual Communication department are still wonderful memories, whenever I look back!

The director went on to create so many ‘cult’ movies, including Vada Chennai, Asuran, etc. and took the fame of Tamil Cinema to another level.  It was a great opportunity for me to sit and interact with him at an early age.

Very recently, I started editing promotional videos for EduRise workshops (an early-stage startup that I was working on).  I totally enjoyed the experience of doing it from scratch – you can check out the video here. It was definitely a moment for me to connect back to my passion, after so many years!

#JourneyOf1001Miles – Stick to basics!

On that specific day, I was able to walk so fast.  There’s no heavy school bag required – as per my teacher’s instructions, only the lunch bag along with a notebook and pen was all that I needed. 

The one mile walk from my house to the school, which usually takes me approx. 30 minutes of time, took me just 20 minutes that day – I went to school so early with a lot of excitement!

Placing my lunch bag on one of the shelves of the classroom, I went directly to my class teacher and said, “Good morning, miss.  I’m all set for today.  When are we going to make a move?”

“Good morning.  We will make a move, soon after the assembly ends.  Make sure you are standing in one of the front rows during the assembly.  The HM will be calling you.” replied back my teacher.

Sometimes, waiting can be the most bothering thing – especially when you’re holding pressure on your side – we want to get rid of it, and release it as soon as possible.

I took the six-page draft of my speech – which I carefully folded and kept on my shirt packet, and started reading.  Some pages were about to tear because of the number of times I’ve been using it for the past one week.  I closed my ears and read the script to myself, repeated it, again and again!

Then, the assembly happened.  The March drill, songs, news, thought for the day everything.  Before we wound down our assemblies, our HM always provides us with some updates of what’s happening at our school.

Interestingly, for that day, both my friend and I are the updates.

“Two of our 5th standard students will be participating on the inter-school Tamil speech competition.  They will be visiting our mission model school today and will be representing all of us there along with our 5th standard class teacher.  Can we have both of them on the stage please?”

Both my friend and I walked slowly to the stage amidst the silence of the assembly.  The entire school closed the eyes and did a silent prayer for the success of the both of us.  And this thing, also added more pressure to us, to perform and to bring some prize back.

For the next 10 minutes, I kept on hearing these words from everyone.

“All the best.”


“So, are you well prepared?” my friend posed a question to me, as both of us and our teacher started walking on the ‘ever-busy’ Usman Road (along with our lunch bags).

“Both of you are well prepared.  Don’t waste a lot of time speaking amongst yourself and lose your voice.  Focus on the road and walk.” – came an assertive reply from our teacher-in-charge who over-heard our discussion from the back.

She should be true; both of us were aware of the fact that voice is an important factor to a speech, we decided to keep it fresh.

After crossing a distance of half a mile through walk, in the busiest streets of Thiyagaraya Nagar (aka T. Nagar) we reached our competition destination.  The host of the competition was a Girls Higher Secondary School, one of the biggest and well known one across the city.  The buildings were so big, compared to the Govt. aided middle-school which I was from.

“Welcome to the National Youth Day Inter-School Competition”

We had an announcement board in the front of the school, welcoming all the external participants for the competition and the directions which guided us to the respective classrooms based on the competition which we are participating in.

The competitions as we know are conducted as part of the National Youth Day celebrations which happens every year on January 12, being the birth anniversary of Swami Vivekananda.

Both my friend and I settled in the classroom of Tamil Speech competition – to our surprise, we were already able to see our names written on the black board along with the other participant names from different schools. 

But there’s one thing which made me, even more surprised – the first name on the list of participants from the host school.

I immediately reached out to my friend. “Hey, did you look at the first name on the participants list?”

He looked me with a puzzling face, and immediately turned to the board.

“Akilanda Parameswari.” he read out loud reading the Tamil text from the board.

“Yes. That’s the name.” I replied back.

“Do you know that person before?” he posed a question.

“Oh, nothing like that.  This is the first time I’m seeing such a name. I’m really concerned.” Before I finish off my sentence, my friend jumped in.

“Concerned of what?”

“I’m concerned with the fact that in case if the person goes out to book a train ticket, the number of text boxes on the challan will not be sufficient for such a long name.” I shared my observation with my friend.  I remembered seeing train ticket booking challan when I was traveling all the way to Chennai from my village.  Back then, we used only first names to address people, and I don’t come across any such longer first names usually.

My friend was no more replying to me.  He gave me an angry stare and then went to look into his script.

I did the same too.  We were made to sit on the floor along with the other participants on the entrance of the room.  Behind us were some students from the host school, our audience for today – and then our teachers were at the back of the room.  In front of us, there was the black board, microphone and judges, who are sitting on the chairs carefully listening and evaluating to our speeches.

There was a welcome note from the host school HM, the judges and the teacher-in-charge of the competition from the host school.  It was a comfortable and a welcoming environment, I felt settled finally.

But at that moment, I never released in another few minutes – adrenaline will be pumping on my body.  No one can ever settle in a competition that you want to win!


If you actually look at a speech technically (especially the ones delivered at a school level), you will be able to easily identify the different parts of it.

The different part of a well written speech is very similar to work of an automobile.  First you start off– by introducing yourself, your class, your school, the topic on which you will speak, then you use the clutch and control the engine – you add context to the topic, trying to make some connection to the audience, slowly move to the first gear – you start making your points one by one and when in control, advance your gears and accelerate more.  Then as you move towards the conclusion point, you try and reach your top gear and cross the line with the maximum speed, by sharing some of your best thoughts, quotes, and references.  That’s how you make the best impact on the audience.

Way back a 10-year old kid, I don’t know so much about speech writing.  What I know, is what’s written on the script and how I practiced, that’s pretty much it.

In the list of participants, my friend’s name was placed at the last.  My name was placed right above him, 8 more people were ahead of both of us, which means that we have to wait and also listen to the other speeches before we go in.  Waiting can be a bothering thing!  

The first speaker went in.  She was from the host school.  As expected from the host students always, she delivered the best speech on that day.

Also for the first ever time, I witnessed someone using so much of hand gestures and facial expressions in a speech – with an amazing voice modulation, she kept the complete hold of the stage.  For every point that she was making, there was acknowledgement from the audience through an applause or a nod. 

All of us were allocated with 6 minutes of time for our respective speeches; I never realized how all that time went.  Before she completed her speech, the time bell rang! It was an uncompleted speech – that started and ended on the top gear!

For a moment, I felt amazed.  Wow! There are so many things that we can incorporate to make a speech, exciting!

Then the next person came in.  This time too, the speaker was using so much of hand movements, facial expressions, voice modulations etc.

I felt a bit weird – both my friend and I, we don’t know such things.  We practiced for a plain speech on the high tone of voice, with a stern facial expression and our hands crossed to each other in the front, very similar to the pose of Swami Vivekananda.

That’s how our teacher taught us.  That’s how we practiced for weeks.

But, I had other ideas on mind.  What if we improvise? What if we also do hand movements and exaggerated facial reactions like them? I wanted to check this with my friend.

“That’s no way possible.  We have to ask our teacher before we make any improvisation”, he told me straight away. 

He was right.  Our teacher is the one who trained us.  We have to seek her permission.  That made sense.  But she was sitting right in the back. 

As asking her is the only way out for us in this problem – I requested for an excuse to the teacher in-charge, stood up slowly and walked towards her.

Looking at me coming towards her, with a smiling face, she spoke to me first.

“What happened, kid? Do you want some water?”

“Actually, no miss.  I want to get your permission for something.” I told in a murmuring voice.

“Hmm. Okay. Go ahead and ask” she replied back with a puzzling expression. 

“Miss! Did you see the other participants speaking? They are doing it wonderfully.”

“Yes.  They are. So nice to see!” she replied back.

“I think they are doing it wonderfully because they are using hand movements, voice modulations etc. Can we both try it as well?” Finally I ended up conveying my request.

My teacher’s expression changed all of a sudden.  With a steady face, she replied back to me.

“No. Stick to basics.”

“Miss! I know that we haven’t practised in the way.  But, look at every participant – they are doing their speeches so elegantly.  I think we should also try to be like them.”

There was a steady reply again, “No. You both – stick to basics.  Deliver the speech in the same way you practised. No improvisation required.”

I was totally surprised.  I continued the conversation – “The same way with both the hands crossed? I don’t think it will look well at all.  We won’t stand on this competition if we stick to the basics.  If we want to win, we must do some improvisations.”

My teacher has lost the patience.  She took me outside the classroom, looked at me face-to-face on my eyes and said.

“Listen.  I won’t repeat this again.  I know this is a competition.  But, I don’t want to see any improvisations now.  Do the speech in the same way as planned and as rehearsed.  Be yourself.  Stick to basics. That’s all about it.”

There was nothing more I can say.  Within me, all my hopes were crushed.  I can’t push this anymore.  I had to listen to my teacher who trained me, taught me and provided me with this opportunity.  I don’t used to be a rebel kid.

I nodded my head and went all the way to the front of the room. I noticed a speaker making an interesting speech, with hand movements.  I accepted the fact that I can’t do any of such things.

Back there was my friend, waiting to hear from me. 

“Did you ask our teacher?  What did she say about improvisations?”

I showed him a thumb down and looked away. 

He caught my palms and asked me, “What does that mean?”

I replied in a desperate voice, “She told no improvisations.  Stick to basics.”


 5 minutes and 52 seconds.  I paced my speech perfectly within the provided time.  I felt super relieved and happy after completing my speech, without missing any elements on the six page draft, as planned.  My teacher should be very happy by now.

There was a lot of pressure relieved from my side– I felt like the burden of my school was on my shoulders.  Being done with your part, that too perfectly, is a great thing!

My friend went next and he spoke really well as well.  We two are the only people who spoke in a plain way, with tied hands, no big facial expressions. 

“The results will be announced post the tea break”.  The judges announced and started looking at their evaluation sheets seriously.

Our teacher called both of us and appreciated.  She was looking for the results and I didn’t even understood why.  I was surprised at her level of optimism.

In my mind, we were already out of this competition.  By sticking to the basics, we never did any of the awesome things done by others.  With this level of performance, we may win in our school, but outside the school, that too with so much of competition, winning was never an option for us

But anyway, I did my part.  Now, it’s all up to the judges.  At a time of the competition, when you can’t do anything about the result, all you have to do is to wait.  Waiting can be a bothering thing!


“Students! We will be announcing the results now.”

The final moment everyone was wishing had arrived.  We were super curious and the entire classroom went into silence.

The microphone was passed from one of the judges to another.

“But before that we also wanted to share our rationale that we looked into for the evaluation of the speeches.”

We became super curious now.  Not all the judges will be open and keep their decision making as transparent.

“The criteria we looked into are, content, delivery style, timeliness and the way that the speaker introduced the topic to the audience. For budding speakers like you, we thought that these are the important aspects.

We had many interesting speeches with quality content and outstanding delivery style.  But, of the 10 speakers, only 4 finished within their time and out of which only one introduced the topic of the speech to the audience.”

For a moment, all the participants were surprised and we looked into each other’s faced with weird expressions, thinking about our own speeches.

I remember saying the topic’s name before starting off the speech, and I’m also someone who finished within the time.  However, I was not sure if others were doing the same.

“The third prize goes to..” The judges announced the name from a different school.  We applauded.  The winning student stood up.

“The second prize goes to..” Again, they announced the name from a different school.  There was even more clapping as the student stood up.

“And the first prize goes to..” There was a moment of surprise silence. That’s the moment everyone was waiting for.

Breaking the silence, they announced – my name. 

For a moment, I wasn’t even believing, what was happening around.  I was checking on the black board to see if there is another participant with same name.  I was confused – I didn’t choose to stand up, I was frozen.

“We request the first prize winner to stand up as well.”

That moment, I decided not to wait anymore.  I stood up. There was a thunderous clap.

The judges congratulated all the participants for our speeches and motivated us to continue speaking in more stages and compete to learn more.  They told us that the prizes will reach our schools at a later date and we can return back to our own schools.

The most interesting fact about any competition is that – it puts you on the spot, in a real tough situation. You get to perform and you get a result – sometimes you win, sometimes you learn!

I heard voices of many of the students from behind – the host audience was calling my name; I looked at them.  They all said said, ‘Congrats’.   That’s a familiar word to me, but I was hearing it for the first time ever.

So far, I’ve seen pupil saying, ‘Good’, ‘V.Good’, ‘V.V.Good’.  And I always reply to them with a smile.

Now, I was confused totally about how to respond this ‘Congrats’.  Looking at my puzzled face, my friend who’s sitting next, told me that whenever someone congratulates – you have to share them your gratitude and reply back by saying, ‘Thank you!’

I looked behind.  My teacher was standing at the back, interacting with the other teachers with a smiling face.

I immediately ran towards her, looked her on the face.

She didn’t say any ‘Congrats’ to me.  I was not surprised.  Of course, she need not do that.  She has always believed on me and trained me.  She taught me the most important lesson of life – stick to basics. I can do nothing but telling her,

‘Thank You!


During all our journeys – be it a shorter journey or the longer journey of ‘life’, we get to explore new things.  And when we encounter new things or experiences, we have high chances of getting intimidated by others – we feel less valued comparing our lives with that of others.  And when this feeling hits us hard, all of a sudden, we hope to see our lives in a completely different way – complaining about the things that we are missing, totally forgetting the existing things that we have in the real life.

During those times – we have to consciously stick to our basics­ – with things like following our own values, our own culture, our own beliefs and uphold our self-confidence.

Because – in a way, it is ‘life’ that’s preparing us to face the future! 🙂

Reach out to the author at – [email protected] or tweet at – @aravindhan_in for feedback or suggestions!

The red ribbon! #ThankYouTFI

‘Wow! Is this the place we’re going to be living for the next one month?’ — As we entered the foothills of the mountain, I was fascinated to see the name board of the University which was mentioned on the welcome email.

With the limited Hindi that I know (actually, very limited Hindi), I reached out to check with the driver ‘bhaiyaa’ (a new Hindi word that I learned on my way)

“Wo pahaad ke piche” (It’s behind the mountains) — he replied back.

I remembered someone quoting long back – to pursue your passion you should be ready to cross the mountains. They must be true! There I was – crossing the mountain all the way to the place where I will receive my first training for a professional job.

As we reached the top of the mountain, I saw breathe taking view of the other side – filled with so much of green. That was the real beauty! I didn’t know by that time, that this will be a view that we get to witness for the next 5 weeks, every day.

I’ve always heard from my seniors that the training you receive before your first job is always crucial. As a fresh graduate, I was so curious and was well prepared mentally to take down a lot of notes and to pay attention to all the content that’s being offered in these 5-weeks of training. Starting my career as a teacher with a non-profit social sector organization is nothing but a gifted opportunity to me.

As I kept on thinking, the cab slowly reached the downhill after some ‘Z’ turns and then to a straight road which took us to the destination.

The security received us and requested to do an entry on the register as we enter inside. I got down from the cab, went to the entry point and wrote down my name for the first time with the new fresh identity that I had ‘2016 Fellow – TFI’.

The cab journey continued for a while, even after we crossed the security gates for some time. The campus was so big and I realized there is more scope for us to get lost.

As I was glancing over this place, the car stopped at some point – the driver ‘bhaiya’ told me that this was the destination. I got down from the cab – to see a big fountain in the entrance of the campus, was also able to see many of my fellow ‘Fellows’ taking their luggage and slowly walking towards the first building that’s visible.

I took out my luggage as well, which I’ve been packing for the past 2-3 weeks carefully (so I don’t miss anything out and struggle in a new place) – they were so heavy! But still, I was able to manage carrying it.

I was delighted to see so many diverse people – across states from north to south/east to west of the country walking the ‘path’ along with me. It was quite interesting to overwhelming to see that we have so much of youth – who believe that change in education space is possible, inevitable and who chose to change by offering their time and commitment. I’ve never met such passionate, curious and confident people like them. Naturally, there was so much positivity on the air!

I felt a little bit of cold breeze and some droplets of shower over me as I walked closer to the fountain. It was a refreshing feeling both internally and externally! I was also able to notice – there were so many colourful charts and pictures on the trees, walls and everywhere in the space.

While I was witnessing all these things and continued with my slow walk carrying the heavy luggage on my hands – suddenly I saw a person running all the way towards me shouting ‘Hellooo!’.

I was surprised but at the same felt relieved seeing someone with empty hands coming all the way, maybe to offer some help in carrying the luggage. As they come closer I saw the ‘Staff’ tag on their ID cards!

But then, they came and requested for something very different.

‘Show me your hand!”

‘Okay. But, why?’

Show me your hand. Listen to didi!’

‘Okay. Here you go.’ — I dropped my luggage and showed my hand.

She took a piece of red-colored ribbon and tied it on my wrist and shouted in an excited voice.

“Welcome to Teach For India Summer Institute. Now you’re a part of red team. Red represents courage. We will be starting with an exciting game in another 10 minutes. Please go find other red team members and join with them.”

“What? The Institute had already begun!” — I was puzzled at the same time was super excited. There cannot be any other better challenge to begin with by playing a game that too with completely new people.

I enjoyed the activity. I got to interact and know people. I learned why they all joined TFI.

And more importantly, I realized something very interesting – education or training is not just about learning, it is about instilling energy, enthusiasm, courage and curiosity among the learners! Building a community is not just about people, it is about them creating a culture of thriving, growing and becoming stronger with a greater purpose!

All this happened on my first day with Teach For India as a Fellow at 2016 Summer Institute! Can’t believe its 4 years already – looking back, every day I had new learning with new people, doing new things on this journey.

#ThankYouTFI for everything. Adios, for now.

That ONE Mile! #JourneyOf1001Miles

Link to the previous blog: #JourneyOf1001Miles – Not another travel blog!

There were two options presented to me on that fine Monday morning – one was to sit back, and wait for someone to come and help me cross that one mile.  The other was to stand up and take that one mile journey on my own, which I have never ever done in my life before as an eight year old kid!

A little background story to this – from my experience of born and brought up in a village ecosystem – the experience was unique for me.   There are definitely perks in a rural lifestyle – say, living closer to the nature, the sheer joy in a peaceful and low-paced way of life, autonomy and the strong sense of community.  Looking from the lens of a kid, there’s more space to play and move around in a village, and you have more number of friends who are also in some way related to you as a relative!

But at the same time, when it comes to access and availability of resources, there’s a huge gap. Like in my case, to buy a small stationery item or to get a simple ‘pakoda’ snack, one has to travel a mile’s distance!  That one mile too – is composed of a short one feet path way (most commonly known as ‘the otraiyadi pathai’ in Tamil) and a small road to connect to the town.  I was often annoyed as a child, to travel that distance either by walk or by carried by someone through a bicycle – these ‘journeys’ in my then opinion, was too much of work.

Back then, I studied in the Govt. Primary School in the village, and more often it was fun going to school with friends across the street.  End of the background story!

During one of the festive seasons, which is celebrated well in town, I decided to visit my aunt’s place to spend some time over the weekend and enjoy the festivities.  I also had two of my cousins who studied in a local Private school in the town, I used to play Cricket and roam around the town with them.

Usually, whenever I visit the town during the weekend I always get back to my village on Sunday evening, so there’s adequate time for me to get prepared and go to school on the next day.  But, during that weekend, I decided to stay back, with the hope that I may find someone from my local village in the morning that I can cling on to.  There was also a bit of risk, because if I don’t find someone in the morning, I might not be able to go to school next day at all – as I haven’t ever travelled the one mile on my own, never before!

We decide something as a risk – because there’s equal probability to what we expected might not also happen.  And the same thing happened to me! I couldn’t find anyone to join with and I was in a fix – with the two options – one was to sit back, and wait for someone to come and help me cross that one mile.  The other was to stand up and take that one mile journey on my own, which I have never ever done in my life before!

The most exciting thing about doing ‘new’ things is that we won’t have any experience to look back to and analyze.  But as an eight year old, I’ve heard a bunch of stories that children unaccompanied going missing, being misused.  That actually, made me to reconsider my decision multiple times, but there’s a high stake – I might miss out a lesson from my 3rd Standard textbook if I don’t attend the school (that’s true – we think of our high stakes based on what level we’re in!).

But, as the clock was ticking – I made up my mind. I chose to travel that ONE MILE, on my own – which I have never done before! My aunt also permitted me – I was a tall boy 😛

I recollected the path way, confirmed the same with my aunt and cousins.  Then I started my journey – it was both a mix of walk and run, powered by some in flow of adrenaline, with cold wind rushing towards me as I moved from walking on the town roads to the path in between the farming lands and lily ponds.

There’s a beauty on walking between the farming lands – one has to keep watching the steps, and keep a strong sense of balance!  But, on that day, I tried my best to travel as fast as possible – especially in the areas where I was completely alone and there was no human visibility. 

The journey was never ending – I couldn’t even imagine reaching the full distance.  I kept on walking steps-after-steps-after-steps.  Thankfully, I didn’t have a watch with me, so my focus was only on the travel, not on the time. 

I was also consistently looking on the path way to see if there are any known men riding a bicycle so I can go along.  To my dismay, there was no one – let alone the bicycle, no one was even walking.

I started singing a few of my favourite songs as a child, be it ‘Oruvan oruvan muthalali’ or ‘Singam ondru purapattadhe’ to accelerate and keep up the momentum of my walk!

I was able to understand so many things doing this ‘one mile journey’ alone.  The time goes very slow, and distance you travel is frame by frame if you’re conscious.  In my mind, I was also scolding myself – I should’ve chosen to leave early on the previous day and not put me in this unnecessary tense situation!

When I was completely exhausted – finally this happened – I was able to see a view of my street! Yes, my destination is on sight now.  Due to my action-packed ride, my shirt was half-wet.

I slowly walked to home, changed and went to school.  Looking at me super tired, my school friends started inquiring about the matter and I narrated them the same.  It was quite surprising for everyone that I walked the entire way all alone, and nobody believed! Well, not to complain, even I won’t believe it; if someone told me such thing can happen – before I made it happen for me!

Traveling the ‘first mile’ was really hard, but it proved a lot of freedom for me – now I have the experience of traveling to the town from my village which means that I can get ‘pakoda’ whenever I want by traveling a mile, of course!


In retrospect, I can draw a lot parallels to my ‘first mile’ journey to the many of the journeys I took as a student and as a professional, a decade later. 

Yes, to start any journey that you want to – you need these two things ‘courage’ and ‘belief’.

Courage to travel that one mile, which you’ve never done before – courage to take that step which you might find challenging (till you complete it!).

Belief on yourself (the traveller); belief on the people around you; belief on the ecosystem and the environment around you.

Wait, so if you’re asking me – are only courage and belief sufficient to plan any travel?

Definitely, no! In my opinion, every traveler should also know some hacks – like packing your bag.  It’s a skill that I learned in a hard way!

Watch out for the next blog post on travel and let’s do some packing!

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#JourneyOf1001Miles – Not another travel blog!

“The journey of 1000 miles, begins with a single step” – This is a very popular quote that a lot us must’ve heard (often told by someone during our stagnant times, to help us get started on something!)

But the truth is, the journey, though it begins with a single step, it is followed by several single steps after single steps, yeah, those single steps keep on going!

Alright, let me get this straight – it’s been a while since I wanted to write a travel blog sharing my experiences, about the places I got an opportunity to see, the amazing people I got a chance to meet with and the process of travel itself, in a few of the cases it’s bit complicated!

But, I often found that the biggest hindrance towards writing a travel blog is ‘travel’ itself – you read it right! It’s often travel-after-travel (like those single steps in the quote I referred in the beginning), so it was a bit hard to find time amidst the preparation for the upcoming things and to look back all those experiences and to write them down!

There’s a common tendency among all of us who are into travel, including me – we always share our ‘highlights of the trip’.  In fact, Social Media is all about sharing such highlights.  But in real life, travel and exploration is not just about the highlights, it is about hundreds and thousands of those small moments of anticipation, excitement, surprises, failure, loads of planning, curiosity, the feeling of belonging as well as lost (not ‘feeling lost’ but literally ’lost’), the feeling of togetherness, community that makes it complete!

Based on who we are as a person, we may consider ‘travel’ as an over rated or expensive thing or an under rated or unnecessary thing – that’s all up to us! We may choose to ignore but we can’t deny the kind of impact that ‘travel and exploration’ creates on us as a person.

Last week, I felt a little sad about seeing the travel industry going down due to the on-going outbreak of COVID-19 around the globe – and I felt sad about missing a trip to Hyderabad and cancelling all my travel plans for the upcoming two weeks!

But, I’ve figured out a good thing out of this situation – now, there’s time.  (It’s no more that travel-after-travel feeling!) And I wanted to go back to my long term aspiration of writing about the ‘journey’!

Wait, so do we have to name the blog? – That’s when I thought of the ‘quote’ I referred all the way on the first paragraph – ‘The journey of 1000 miles, begins with a single step’.

1000 miles is actually a bit less, actually I did a little bit of Math – from India, traveling back and forth once to Australia is around ~ 9000 miles, to the North American continent is around ~16000 miles! But, to keep the rhyming of the quote right, I’ve titled this blog post as the ‘#JourneyOf1001Miles’.

So, if you’re thinking out of the ‘1001 miles’ there’s a back story to the 1000 miles, but what about that ‘one’ mile? That ‘one MILE’ is the most important and determining MILE that I’ve ever crossed in my life!

More about that ONE MILE in the next blog post, watch out. 😉 Will kick-start the travel diaries, from one of the rural villages of Tamil Nadu, India!

Note: In case if you’re reading this post, and getting a feeling that there are too many exclamatory marks (!), it’s not that I didn’t proof read the punctuation before publishing, but they’re added in a way naturally to show the author’s excitement! 😀 Welcome on board!

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The piece of chalk!

“You’re handwriting is too small on the black board.  It will be difficult for other students to copy it down.  Better, you don’t continue writing.”

The teacher grabbed the white piece of chalk from his hands, and asked him to sit down on his place.  Feeling rejected once again, he came down to his seating position and started skimming through his own note book.

He can evidently see a minimum of 3 ‘Good!’s signed by his teacher in every 4 pages of his note book.  His hand writing is definitely one of the best in the class room.  Every teacher used to collect his note book for reference by the end of the academic year!

But still, here he is again, not getting a good hand writing on the black board.  He felt very sad. 🙁 During one of the breaks he went to his friend, and posted him a question, “How do you get such a fabulous handwriting on board?”.

His friendly simply replied back, “Good hand writing on black board comes through practice. I’m doing this since 3rd std and now, at 6th std, this is a very easy job for me.”

Well, you can’t go back on time! He thought he could’ve also practiced writing on board since 3rd standard, in stead of just focusing on cursive hand writing on his note books and getting the maximum number of ‘Good!’s from the teacher 😛

But yes, it’s always not late to start something that’s interesting to you.

He found out his own way, to start practicing hand writing on board.  Staying an hour after school, practicing writing on the board (and then rubbing it off, so that the board looks fresh in the morning).

With this practice a couple of weeks, he realized writing on the board is a totally different game from writing on the note book.  The practice also got reflected on own his hand writing on note book.  He started writing a little bigger in a non-cursive tone on his note books, and the teacher really wondered why is he changing cursive hand writing when things were going good.

Through his continuous practice, he gained confidence over his ‘black board hand writing’ and he’s now able to thoroughly balance the board-notebook hand writing differences as well.

He was eagerly waiting for his chance to write on board again during the class.  It will only happen, only if his friend is not available due to holiday or some other commitments while the teacher is giving notes.  But as his friend was very sincere, he needs to wait for a long time to get an opportunity.

On a fine morning, he went late to school.  The teacher asked him the reason for his late and allowed him inside the class with a warning.  When he went inside, he was totally shocked to see his ‘board hand writing practice’ post school was not rubbed off in the morning, and it was still there.

His friend beside, said to him in a milder voice, “Your hand writing is really good! How did you got into this level?”

He looked at him, but didn’t said anything. He was afraid of his teacher  To his surprise, through out the morning classes, the teacher never told a even a single word about his hand writing board rather not questioned him about what he’s doing after school.

And then in the afternoon during the notes taking time, the teacher called him and handed over the chalk piece to him.  Then, he got a 16 page notes on Social which the teacher asked him to copy on the board.

Feeling a bit surprised, he started writing.  Once the board got full, he needs to check with everyone and rub a few portion of the board and continue writing.  The notes went on and on.

He started feeling a little pain on his fingers, because of the larger size of the chalk, and he still continued writing despite all the difficulties.

After a couple of hours, rubbing and re-writing on the board for around 7 times, he was finally able to complete all the notes. He went back to his teacher to convey the same.  With all the sweat and a bit of pain on his little fingers he told, “Notes completed, miss!”

The teacher gazed at him, and then looked at the entire class and announced.  “Very good job by Aravind.  He will be taking care of writing on the board, from now on.”

He felt really wow.  All his post school practice finally helped him to get to a place where he wanted to be.  He felt thankful to his teacher for not creating an issue with practicing on board after the school, but still giving him this opportunity.

He was very happy to own the piece of chalk in the class room. 🙂

11 years later as a teacher, when he was writing on the board, he heard some murmuring noise from behind.  One of his fourth grade kid was saying some thing like, “Sir’s hand writing is so good on board.” to the kid sitting next to him.

He immediately turned back immediately and said in a firm teacher voice, “Guys. Mouth zipped.  Focus on writing! I will be clearing the board soon.”

He then started to check checking every body’s note book, and slowly went down to the kid who murmured.   He sat next to that kid, and said in a slow yet confident voice, “Good hand writing comes through practice.” The kid nodded back.

He also took some time to read the note book of the kid.  It had everything.  The date, the topic ‘Morning meeting’ and the question posted on board for the kids to answer, “What are the values you need to achieve your passion?”

He heard his mind voice instantly with out even thinking for a moment “Perseverance and practice.

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The unusual choices! #ClassRoomTales

A super-excited morning in school,

All the kids lined up for participating in an inter-school science project exhibition and it was wonderful to see some amazing working models.Kids did a brilliant job!  All the participating kids bid a bye to everyone in the school, and started their journey to the destination school by walk.

And surprisingly,

I saw Barath Mathiew (one of my student) rushing to the school, with his shirt fully wet, carrying a thermocol model on his hand.   The model was about human digestive system.

“Sorry sir! I was waiting for Kishore (the kid from other class).  He is also participating in the competition.  He finally didn’t turn up today.  Did everyone left for the competition?”

“Barathmathiew, you’re super late today! Did I ask you to wait for Kishore and come along with him?! Everyone already left for the competition, exactly 15 minutes back.”

“Oh okay sir 🙂 But, this is my model.”

Now, I had two options,

(i) Take the model, keep it on the class room.  Ask him to present it during one of the school assembly. And make sure that he didn’t feel bad because he didn’t get this chance to go for inter-school competition. The usual choice.

(ii) Follow up the location of where the competition is actually happening.  Figure out the ways, to take him (and his project too) to the competition.The unusual choice.

I decided the latter.

“Barath, are you comfortable sitting on a cycle and coming with me?  I will take you to the competition.”

“Sir! I can sit comfortably.  But, it’s difficult for me to carry this thermocol model.”

“Oops.  Not an issue.  Pass it to me! I will hold this and run the bicycle as well.”

Pausing a bit, I noticed a teacher ran and came towards us with something on her hand.

“Sir! Please take this bird’s nest model and if possible give it our kids at the competition.”

Wondering whom I’m really going to give this, I told, “Definitely miss.  Please give it to Barathmathiew sitting behind.”

Half way through the journey, my co-fellow called me up and said, “It’s difficult to get an opportunity for one more participant from our school.  There are limited chances for every school.  Better don’t bring Barathmathiew’s model.  He mostly won’t get an opportunity to present.”

Now, I had another set of choices:

(i) Make a U-Turn, return back to school.  The usual choice.

(ii) Continue the journey, and at least pass on the nest.  The unusual choice.

This time I left the decision to him,

He told, “Sir! Let’s continue the journey.  I will get an opportunity to see the other projects and I will make a better attempt next time by coming early.  Not an issue, if I don’t present.”

 He chose the latter.

 Fast forward to the afternoon.

 My co-fellow called me up and said very happily, “Barathmathiew has won the third prize in the competition.”

 “Wow. But how?”

 “He got an opportunity to present and he did explained the project fantastically.  He knows the digestive system extremely well.”

 Rewind to a planning evening, two weeks back.

 “Should I really choose this Grade VII video for teaching digestive system? This is extremely detailed.  I never think this will be helpful to my students in Grade IV.”

I was exhausted to see the limited number of choices available on YouTube to plan for the digestive system for my kids.

Then, I had two options:

(i) Plan for something else for the ‘engage’ part of the lesson, crop this video idea.  The usual choice.

(ii) Getting convinced with ‘Anyways they will be learning it in future!”and going ahead with Grade VII video.  The unusual choice.

I chose the latter.

The series of unusual choices also, sometimes result in a desire outcome. 

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Big Big. Bang Bang! #ClassroomTales

Young minds always have brilliant questions.

“Sir, who invented the earth?”

“Why  all the other planets in the solar system are revolving around Sun, sir? Why can’t Sun revolve around us?”

“My mom told me that God created all of us.  Then, who created the God, sir?”

During the beginning of Term III in my first year of teacher life, I was often amazed to see the young inventors of my class room asking such curious questions.  I used to get excited and try explaining the concept of Universe scientifically.  But, whenever I try answering them instantly from my knowledge, the kids came up with the follow up questions, which are are quite tough (honestly! :P).

So one day, I decided to do an exclusive morning meeting* on the birth of Universe – and and introduced the kids to the Big Bang Theory!

[*morning meeting – the first 20 minutes of every day, during when we facilitate activities inculcating values and exposure for the children and energize them for the whole day of learning]

The kids watched a video and listened to the story of how the Universe evolved by continuous expansion and how the scientific matter played an essential role in creating each and everything in the space.  When I actually expected kids will get all their answers to the questions on their mind by knowing the Big Bang theory, it finally ended up creating even more curiosity among them.  I also told them that is one among the many theories proposed about the origin of Universe, and they can explore even more about this.

When I closed out the morning meeting about the origin of universe, one of kid posed a question,

“Sir, so you’re telling that there are many galaxies, stars and planets do exist. How did the humans chose that they want to live only on the planet Earth?

To such an amazing question I replied, We, the humans never chose Earth.  It is the Earth who chose us and who provide us this living habitat. We are all evolved from the mother Earth.  And that’s why, it’s the duty of every individual to protect our Earth.”

After this particular incident, I noticed the kids developed a natural interest towards space science and they started reading more about space through the books available in library. It was so fascinating to see the children extending their knowledge beyond the basics of solar system about which they have a lesson in Grade IV.

The enthusiasm of the kids reflected a lot on our class room culture. We changed our class room call-in-response* to  “Big Big.” : “Bang Bang”.  And we also started following a new seating position called “universe position” and switched from the conventional smart position.

[*call-in-response (or the attention grabber) – something we use in our class room to bring the attention of the kids back to the teacher from an activity]

It was quite fabulous for me as a teacher, to see how the curiosity of the children to know new things in the world drove the class room culture and also helped in the learning of the students.  Whenever we learn a new thing about space science, the kids naturally get excited in my class room!

Through this experience with my kids, I learned an incredible lesson:

Teaching is not complete when we transfer the skills and knowledge; it’s accomplished only when we kindle the curiosity of the students and their thirst to learn more.

Later towards the end of the year in March, we had a drawing competition about scientific innovations. One of the kid, Prathyangara Devi crafted this thoughtful drawing about the importance of invention.

Before invention: Earth at the middle. Sun & all the other planets revolve around.

After invention: Sun at the middle.  Earth & all the other planets revolve around.


Are you thinking about heliocentric, geocentric theories & Galileo?

Yes exactly, the kid portrayed the same thing about which she will be elaborated in detail 7 years later in Grade XI Physics. 🙂

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Welcome 2017 :)

A ‘new’ year! 🙂

A new 365 days or a new 8760 hours or new 535600 minutes or new 31536000 seconds.

All of us have been blessed something totally ‘new’ today.  An opportunity to start fresh, an opportunity to take chances, an opportunity to open new doors for us and for others.

While it’s impossible to change what happened in the ‘previous’ second or a day or a month or a year, what is yet to happen ‘new’, is under completely on us.

Let us do something ‘new’ every day, to keep our ‘new’ dreams alive in this ‘new’ year.

Wishing all of us a happy ‘new’ year on this fresh morning.  Let’s welcome 2017 to transform our lives!

The Rainy Summer

Hot rays of sun reflected on the land.
Suffered lives searching beaches to sit on sand.
No attempt to spell any magic with the wand.
Yup, it is Summer. Start the band!

Drops of water arrive all the way.
Rescuing people from the misery bay.
What do the humans really pay?
To enjoy such a rainy day!

Lightning and thunder storms all aloud.
In summers, they’re mostly not allowed.
Power is still on, the EB should be proud!

Climate differs from weather told my English book.
But, weather here differs from what we read in Social book. :/
Knowledge differs from experience, not always hook!
I can suggest many delicious dishes to cook.
It’s raining in summer, go out and look!

The cool breeze brings a lot of joy.
Even the hot sun, won’t ever forget to enjoy!
The rainy retreat; Get some delight.