First day of Kindergarten.
Drop off done.
Son inside the Kindergarten classroom.
Possibly having a blast.
Dad outside the Kindergarten classroom.
Peering in to ensure “all is well”.
“No matter how calmly you try to referee, parenting will eventually produce bizarre behavior, and I’m not talking about the kids.” – Bill Cosby
Walking Ari to school in the morning during spring makes me slow down.
He looks at this yellow ball and the bright sun.
Ari – “Amma, If I throw up this yellow ball, will it touch that yellow sun?”
Me – “We won’t know until you try. So, why don’t you try?”
He points to the snails and the rollie-pollies on the ground.
Ari – “Amma, stop! Don’t step on that rollie-pollie. He is going to school just like me.”
Me – “Ok, Ok…I will be careful.”
He points to the tulips and the roses.
Ari – “Amma, can I open up that unopened tulip? I want to help it.”
Me – “No, let us wait for it to bloom by itself.”
He points to the green rolling hills, clear blue sky and the chirping birds.
Ari – “Amma, LOOK…LOOK..there is a humming bird.”
Me – “Where? Where? Oh! I missed it.”
The joys of looking at the world through a 4.75 years old’s eyes…it never ends.
I hope you are slowing down to smell the roses and enjoying spring in its full glory.
Perhaps it was because of the cold weather.
Perhaps it was because of too many “issues” plaguing my mind.
Perhaps because it is almost end of the year and I am reflecting on life with all it beautiful and sad moments.
Dylan (Adi’s piano teacher and a good friend of mine) and I were having a chat yesterday evening and somewhere along way the I said “Dylan, You know me. I am a die hard optimist. I believe the glass is always half full. I believe in goodness. I hate to say this. But, somehow I am beginning to think the good times are behind us. The goodness we saw as we were growing up is all past us. The simple times are gone…..”
Dylan couldn’t wait to cut me off. He probably couldn’t bear to see his optimistic friend in melancholia.
He read Desiderata out to me. “Desiderata” (Latin: “desired things”) is a 1927 prose poem by American writer Max Ehrmann.
As he started reading the poem, I felt this huge lump in my throat. As he continued reading the poem, my spirit soared.
I hope this poem lifts your spirit as much as it did mine.
Read this poem to yourself. Aloud. With passion and energy.
Read the poem to your near and dear ones.
Feel good about yourself and everything that surrounds you.
There is goodness. All around us.
We live in the best of times.
We are meant to be.
We are where we are needed the most.
Life is beautiful. In all its glory.
Thank you Dylan.
Thanks to my Wharton buddy Ankur Jain for inviting me to moderated TiE San Francisco Forum’s panel on Marketing Strategy for Startups.
We had some great panelists:
- Rishi Mandal, Co-founder of Sosh
- David Yin, Head of Market Understanding at Eventbrite
- Christina Farr, Writer at VentureBeat
- Matt McAllister, Former Head of Marketing at Tapjoy and Founder of Fluid PR & Communications
What is it about the “It is a small world” that makes me feel so childlike and so happy?