Raj Kumar Singh - Being Good, Rickshaw Driver, Mumbai

While getting off a rickshaw saddled with a few heavy bags last afternoon, I heard a sound of something dropping and so turned to look back into the rickshaw. I checked the seat, the floor and around the rickshaw. Not finding anything and wanting to relieve myself of the weight I was carrying, I hurriedly rushed into my building. It was then that I realised, that it was the sound of my phone that I had heard being dropped. 

I ran, calling out to the receding rickshaw but to my dismay he was far gone despite my enthusiastic sprint. I didn't take the rickshaw number and obviously didn't know the driver's name. I reached home all huffed up and dolefully narrated the incident to my son. We quickly tried calling my phone but it rang for a few minutes and after that a pre-recorded message from the service provider said that the phone was switched off or unavailable! My battery was at 1% before I had got off the rickshaw - so clearly the battery had died out. 

"Don't worry Mama, it happens! Maybe he will call back if he finds it." I rolled my eyes and called my service provider to inform them of the loss so that there could be no misuse of the card. I also took out a spare phone and got a new SIM put into it, which would get activated the next morning as there were some technical errors in the backend. 

So here I was phone-less and going about my evening, when at about 7.45pm my husband rushed into the room saying, "Priya your phone has been found by a rickshaw driver called Raj Kumar Singh, in Bhayendar. Call him back on your own phone number immediately." 

I jumped with joy and promptly dialled the number - it was the same driver that had dropped me off. "Madam, aapka mobile hamaari gaadi ke kone mein mila. Dukaan par aana pada ussey charge karne ke liye kyonki battery mar gayi thi. Lekin ab main Bhayendar main hoon toh aap kal tak wait kar sakte hain, kya? Main aapke paas lekar aaoonga." 

He was unfamiliar with an #iPhone and so had to go to a store to charge it. He then called a random number in my contact list who in-turn gave him my father's number - Papa then called my husband. And sure enough next morning at about 11.15 am he coordinated the address details till Andheri and came by to my building to drop off my phone in perfect condition. 

Three cheers to MH.47.C.2076 and Mr. Raj Kumar Singh for #beinggood <3 #rickshaw #mumbaipublictransport#beinggood #peoplearegood #goodnessstory Priya Sharma Shaikh Being Good

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While getting off a rickshaw saddled with a few heavy bags last afternoon, I heard a sound of something dropping and so turned to look back into the rickshaw. I checked the seat, the floor and around the rickshaw. Not finding anything and wanting to relieve myself of the weight I was carrying, I hurriedly rushed into my building. It was then that I realised, that it was the sound of my phone that I had heard being dropped. 

I ran, calling out to the receding rickshaw but to my dismay he was far gone despite my enthusiastic sprint. I didn't take the rickshaw number and obviously didn't know the driver's name. I reached home all huffed up and dolefully narrated the incident to my son. We quickly tried calling my phone but it rang for a few minutes and after that a pre-recorded message from the service provider said that the phone was switched off or unavailable! My battery was at 1% before I had got off the rickshaw - so clearly the battery had died out. 

"Don't worry Mama, it happens! Maybe he will call back if he finds it." I rolled my eyes and called my service provider to inform them of the loss so that there could be no misuse of the card. I also took out a spare phone and got a new SIM put into it, which would get activated the next morning as there were some technical errors in the backend. 

So here I was phone-less and going about my evening, when at about 7.45pm my husband rushed into the room saying, "Priya your phone has been found by a rickshaw driver called Raj Kumar Singh, in Bhayendar. Call him back on your own phone number immediately." 

I jumped with joy and promptly dialled the number - it was the same driver that had dropped me off. "Madam, aapka mobile hamaari gaadi ke kone mein mila. Dukaan par aana pada ussey charge karne ke liye kyonki battery mar gayi thi. Lekin ab main Bhayendar main hoon toh aap kal tak wait kar sakte hain, kya? Main aapke paas lekar aaoonga." 

He was unfamiliar with an #iPhone and so had to go to a store to charge it. He then called a random number in my contact list who in-turn gave him my father's number - Papa then called my husband. And sure enough next morning at about 11.15 am he coordinated the address details till Andheri and came by to my building to drop off my phone in perfect condition. 

Three cheers to MH.47.C.2076 and Mr. Raj Kumar Singh for #beinggood <3 #rickshaw #mumbaipublictransport#beinggood #peoplearegood #goodnessstory Priya Sharma Shaikh Being Good Do check out the video!

Musa Qadri - Being Good, Rickshaw Driver, Mumbai

In search of the divine, we lose ourselves, when all we need to do is look within!

I was scheduled for a meeting in Bandra,and since I was unsure of parking there I decided to take a rickshaw. I tried hailing one and got rejected by over 10 of them. The sun was beating down and making me anxious as I looked at my watch. A rickshaw driver turned into my building to drop off a passenger. I called out to him, 'Bhaiya, Bandra?' He nodded indicating that he would return shortly and disappeared into one of the wings of my building. Meanwhile, I continued to try my luck to hail down a rickshaw, but to no avail. I covered my head with my dupatta to save myself from the sun and just then a rickshaw stopped on the opposite side of the road and the driver stuck his head out and looked at me, 'Bandra?' Before he could respond, I heard some desperate honking behind me and I see that it was the same rickshaw driver that had gone in to drop off the passenger.
'Madam, I rushed to get to you.'
'Achcha,' I smiled and sat in, 'Pali Naka, Bandra.'
At Star Bazaar on Link Road, he suddenly stopped, and said that he had just seen his brother and had to say something important to him - he said he'd take 2 minutes. I got irritated as I didn't want to get late so I said, 'Jaldi kariye bhaiya.'
I checked my message feed and browsed around, and then after over 5 mins I looked around for the driver - he was chatting a good distance away, with a man on a bike. I half leaned out and screamed, 'Bhaiya!! Late ho haha hai, hum doosra rickshaw le lete hain.'
He frantically waved his hand at me, hurriedly finished his dialogue that seemed kind of apologetic from a distance and scurried back to take his seat and get on his way, 'Sorry Madam. Boss tha mera.'
We had barely gone some distance when my phone rang out.
'Hello Priya, sorry but we will have to reschedule. Can you make it tomorrow?'
'Oh ... okay sure. Same time?'
'Yes same time, same place.'
I hung up feeling disheartened and then called out to the driver, 'Bhaiya sorry, wapas le lo.'
The driver started laughing - 'Arreyyy Madam, kya hua?'
'Cancel ho gaya meeting.'
'Madamji lagta hai uppar waale ki yahi ichcha thi ki hum dono na jayein. You were not getting a rickshaw and my boss didn't want me to go to Bandra and then you got a call to cancel. Jo hua achcha hi hua.'
We both laughed out aloud and he then said some amazing truths about life and more shared in the video below - Musa Qadri - Huge respect for your spirit and intelligence <3 #ilovemumbai #rickshawdriver #incredibleindia #beinggood #goodnessstories Do check out the video too!

Being the mother

A mother has an intrinsic hunch about her child's needs, be it nourishment for the body or the mind, and she provides naturally knowing what is best for her child. 

As a child I would wonder how my mother knew that I was up to mischief even though I would take all the care to hide my clandestine acts. So, whether it was stealing money from her purse to go and buy myself an ice cream from the local tuck shop or not finishing my homework feigning some illness or lying to stay over at a friends place for homework when actually it was for a party; mama somehow managed to get wind of things and quiz me in such a manner that would slowly but surely make me confess. 

What was awesome was that she never punished me. Yes, she made me aware and then proceeded to counsel me asking me why I did what I did and what the consequences could be for me to deal with. Eventually we would collectively conclude that I would not to do whatever I did again; and a lesson was entrenched for life!

When I became a mother I adopted the same philosophy of upbringing and added to this the freedom to question the ways of the world allowing them to make their own life's decisions on the value principles they wished to adopt. And I did so without judging my children or without an over bent bias. I did answer questions if they came to me for advice but largely I have let them take flight on their own terms. I did caution them of my fears and put things in perspective from my point of view but eventually let them ride the waves with their own skills and intellect. 

I trusted my upbringing and although there were times that their judgement proved wrong but dealing with that itself has been an education for them and they have come through stronger and with a larger belief in themselves and the confidence of soaring higher.

India wants more

Indians are a curious people. They have an unquenchable thirst for more. We believe in the word MORE, more than any nation. And this I believe is because we are used to plurality. For example, consider the number of languages, cuisine, cultures, clothing, Gods & Goddesses, customs, terrain, colour of skin etc. we have within our subcontinent. Clearly, variety is the name of the game and the people of this expansive land despite their strong individual belief have been accepting of the co-existing varieties that abound. And because there are so many types more often than not, in an average day you will witness or experience something new. The wonder of India is that there are are just so many types of Indians and ways of Indianness!  This typically Indian trait of wanting to see more has been captured beautifully in the #Amazon campaign "Aur Dikhao Aur Dikhao" 

This desire for more amongst Indians has grown multifold with the opening of markets and the internet. 

Today even the lower income group Indian is suddenly in touch with the world through handheld smart phones, sponging the juice that the world has to offer with an urgency like never before. It's almost like wanting to keep pace with the speed at which the world is forging ahead. Indians are an intelligent lot and have proved this on the world stage enough and more times. And yet there was a lack of exposure before the outburst of telecom across the country. With the onset of this revolutionary industry, the tiny screens have been made into a window to all that is happening in the world beyond. And we Indians are lapping it all up, learning from others, around the world. 

However, although it is great to ape the world for the amazing ways of life that they have achieved, Indians have to do so by sifting through what they see, hear and experience so that their minds and eyes open wider and they are willing to adopt newer ways of life that will enrich their otherwise rich culture and topography manifold. The quenching will undoubtedly take time but it will be sooner than later and before you know it they will be at par if not ahead of the world, as their desire for more ..will most certainly make them achieve more. 

Carnival Colors

Spectacular floats adorn the streets with people dancing without inhibition in their brilliantly coloured costumes while rainbow coloured masks and feathers adorn the faces of passers-by. Scores of entertainers from diverse lands and color are aplenty and the atmosphere is that of merry making twice over. Eager tourists can’t believe their luck as they take to their hand held smart phone cameras trying to capture the perfect ‘SELFIE’ and update their joy on social media saying – ‘It’s that time of the year again!’ We’re not describing the popular festival Mardi Gras in New Orleans. We’re talking about our own version of it, here in our very own backyard – The Goa Carnival.

Easily the biggest festival and unique and exclusive to Goa since the 18^th Century, The Goa Carnival is celebrated before the commencement of the 40 days of Lent; which is a period of fasting, abstinence and spirituality. It was introduced by the Portuguese, who ruled over the state for more than 500 years.

Although the three day festival is predominately celebrated by the local Christians, it has evolved to include some traditional Hindu flavour over the past decade as well as western music and dance form. Though it originally started as a celebration by the local population, it has crossed all geographical and cultural barriers with thousands of people thronging from all over the country and the world take active part in it.

Taking place between the 25^th and 28^th of February in 2017, the carnival will kick off with an order to start partying, from the legendary King Momo, or the ‘King of Chaos’, a character derived from the Greek God, Momus – The God of Satire. Following him, in procession, are flocks of dancers, bands, folk singers adorning costumes of fortune tellers, hawkers, older men and women in brightly coloured clothing and many more such delightful imagery and entertainment to watch.

The three days that follow is a time of unbridled festivities among the masses. Day long parades, accompanied with live bands, dance troupes, party goers wearing masks and costumes, sports competitions and colourful floats. It’s also a great time to treat your taste buds and indulge in the sinful local delicacies and wash the food down with a glass or four of the local Goan spirit, Feni. If you’re a late riser, don’t worry, you won’t miss a moment of the celebrations as they go on late into the night.

Back in the day, the procession would enact battle scenes, with boys and men armed with fake guns, loaded with coloured powder. There was no shortage of firecrackers that were lit in harmony with the beat of the drums. Local boys eagerly waited for the Carnival, as it became an opportune setting to profess their love for the girl of their dreams.

The festivities culminate with the ‘Red and Black Ball’ that has women dressed in red tops and black skirts while their male counterparts adorn red shirts and black trousers – this is held at the Clube National in Panjim and is a gala event attended by multitudes of people.

So if you are planning a trip to Goa plan to be there around The Goa Carnival.

Image credits: planetgoa and jattdisite and globalvisiontours

Beautiful Strokes

It is common in the US and Canada for artists to hone their craft by going to different locales, which inspire them in different ways. They also find the exercise more interesting and inspiring, and hence when they find locations in other countries, the trip becomes a holiday too. Suzanne Northcott, an artist from Canada, recently conducted one such art workshop for a motley group of art learners at the Aashyana Lakhanpal, Goa.

The group largely spent most of their time painting and doing yoga at the beautifully set Yoga Pavillion but when their schedule permitted and their curiosity got the better of them, they toured the culturally rich and social hobnobbing spots of the city where people from across the world took on the gay and languorous vibe of the city.

The experiences they enjoyed were many; they particularly enjoyed the performance of a RUSSIAN SINGER, who crooned beautiful renditions of Mozart, Bizet etc. on the very first evening of their stay at Aashyana Lakhanpal. The WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON BAZAAR at Anjuna Beach, which originally started as a flea market during the hippie era and has continued to this date on a larger scale. Shopping was a key attraction here. This was followed by a trip to the SATURDAY NIGHT MARKET at Arpora, which is similar to the Wednesday market but differs by having a large international food court with live music and dancing, making the night a lot of fun.

Located in the industrial area called Pilerne is the new MUSEUM OF GOA created by a Goan artist – this visit gave them a peek into the colorful history of Goa. One morning they took a BOAT TRIP on the Mondavi River where they caught glimpses of the city and its vegetation and concluded the day with a spectacular sunset. No trip to Goa is complete without a viewing of OLD GOA. So one morning they took a day trip to the SPICE PLANTATION and on the way back they witnessed the architectural beauty of old Goa and the BASILICA OF BOM JESUS where to date lie the mortal remains of Saint Francis Xavier.

A COOKING WORKSHOP was organised for them with Meera Chinai, who in a couple of hours gave them the basics of Indian cuisine, more specifically the Indian DAL. She shared with them the importance of TADKA (known as tempering in English) and also demonstrated how tadka was done in India. Since they were so intrigued Meera also taught them how to cook the simple and popular south Indian snack UPMA, the ingredients of which are easily found in all western countries and the method is quite simple. They found it easy to use and thoroughly relished the snack after tasting it.

LET’S MAKE SOME UPMA!!

INGREDIENTS:

1 cup of semolina

1 tbsp cooking oil

½ tsp channa dal

½ tsp udad dal

½ tsp of mustard seeds

1 onion finely chopped

2 green chillies

4-5 curry leaves

1 glass of water

5-6 stalks of coriander/cilantro

1 lime cut into long wedges

THE BURPY TO-DO:

-     Roast the semolina in a pan on a medium flame until crunchy – this should take about 10 minutes. Once done take it off the fire into a plate to cool.

-     Add the oil to the same pan and once heated add the mustard seed and when they sputter add the udad and channa dals and stir them until they are slightly brown.

-     Toss in the onions, green chillies and curry leaves and stir till the onions soften.

-     Add the roasted semolina to the pan and stir well for 5 minutes. Add salt to taste.

-     Add a glass full of water to the pan (watch out for it sputtering) and stir quickly to avoid formation of lumps.

-     Cover the mixture for about 15 minutes on a low flame – the water will dry up and once the consistency becomes paste-like your Upma is ready

-     Take it off the fire and serve in a bowl – garnish it with fresh coriander/cilantro and wedges of lime

Suzanne and her students thoroughly enjoyed their visit to Aashyana Lakhanpal and have plans to come back again next year.

Nesting of a different kind

North Goa, has become synonymous with crowded beaches, hippie markets and a crazy nightlife, and it is usually difficult to find a quiet, homely and comforting space around it. And yet, in the milieu is an oasis like no other that intrigues the curiosity of the keen traveler.

In the early 80’s, Ajai Lakhanpal bought a home for himself in the inimitable North Goa, and over the years, has meticulously added science and magic to it, to create a paradise so inspiring and beautiful that he was compelled to share it with the world. Over a decade ago the treasured property, opened its doors to travellers that were looking for a unique escape from the mundane, and ever since, guests have poured in from all over the globe, to experience the harmony within themselves and that of AASHYANA LAKHANPAL.

The property inherited its name from Ajai’s family homes named ‘Aashyana’ in Jallandhar and Mumbai – the meaning of which in Persian is bird’s nest. Just as a bird builds its nest with precision and detail to ensure the comfort and care of its hatchlings, Aashyana Lakhanpal perched on the pristine Candolim beach, is built with utmost care and thought under the supervision of Ajai himself, keeping in mind the comfort of his guests.

It is perhaps the only shaded coconut grove in the world from which you can step directly on to the beach. You can lose yourself they say, in the wonder of its unmanicured ambience, where nature is allowed to be its amazing self while the simplicity and uncluttered décor in the villas bring a touch of finesse to one’s experience. Life imitates art, and Ajai himself curates art from pieces he has found and brought back from his travels around the world. These individual and unique pieces can be found around the property and in each of the rooms, while Buddha statues and 7 hand carved granite altars at the entrance axis of the house, hold place of pride for each day of the week.

While guests are being pampered and taken care of, Aashyana Lakhanpal also takes care of the environment by harvesting rainwater and feeding it back with the help of four aquifers on the property. This has benefited the property and perhaps neighbouring homes too. The garden also employs a permaculture framework that regenerates soil naturally.

“Aashyana Lakhanpal’ beauty has attracted distinguished artist camps with the likes of Bhupen Thakkar, Nalini Malani, Nilima Shaikh, Rekha Rodwitya, Navjot and the late Altaf and many others gracing its spaces to create wondrous art pieces, while besotted loved ones have read their vows under the bows of its fauna and corporate honchos have inspired their teams to have strategy discussions like never before. I believe we have truly created a haven, for the world to experience,” said Ajai as he looked on at the expansive natural habitat surrounding him.

The renowned art curator and philanthropist, OP Jain fittingly described the property after his visit, “Aashyana Lakhanpal has the comforts of a palace and the silence of a monastery; it has the silence of Humanyoon’s tomb and the grandeur of the Taj Mahal“

Indeed the perfect balance of a natural habitat coupled with the attention to detail and warm hospitality makes Aashyana Lakhanpal the destination of choice for many of its visitors, bringing them back for more, to rekindle old memories and create new ones too.