Parenting & Education

Let’s challenge schools to embody the ideals they proclaim. An elephant may be innocent, but education demands strength, purpose, and truth. Let’s ensure that the names we celebrate reflect the reality we seek for our children.

I’ve always had a soft spot for teachers who make learning feel alive. Back in my school days, I’d sit in class, hooked on a lesson,...

That RSS guy? He steers clear now; he knows I don’t play. But this isn’t about my win it’s about the bigger mess.

Young kids are naturally curious—psychologists like Jean Piaget have shown they question everything as part of cognitive development.

“Little one,” it says, “you scatter your rain too freely. Save your strength for the valleys that need it most. The desert will drink you dry, and the ocean needs no more.” The budding cloud twirls, puzzled. “But raining feels good!” it replies. “Why should I hold back when the world sparkles below?”

I’ll admit it, watching my kids fail wasn’t easy. A bad grade stings, and the parent-teacher meeting that follows isn’t a picnic.

Growing up Brahmin, purity was a silent rule—holy water, sacred spaces. Dumping gutter fish into our washing tank? That was heresy, unintentional but real. Yet my parents’ reactions—Mom’s fury, Dad’s calm—taught me that religion isn’t just rituals; it’s the humanity beneath them. Mom cared more about my safety than caste taboos, and Dad saw innocence over impurity.