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Choosing Your Bench: How Perspective Shapes Action

“Where you stand depends on where you sit.” Nelson Mandela’s words ring true.

So, where do you sit? At the edge of a river, watching the water flow? On a mountain ledge, lost in its vastness? In a manicured park, or amidst the wild, untamed grass of a forest?

Do you sit in a glass cabin, looking down? Or among the people, standing up to plough, to sow, to build?

Often, where we sit is just about finding a bench. But maybe, we should choose our bench wisely—one that offers a view that fuels our passion.

Because when we stand, we work on what truly matters.

Pitching Tents and Choosing Views: A Lesson in Life

No walls, no ceilings—just a thin layer of fabric separating you from the stars. Want a better view? Just roll out.

As we camped in the mountains, one thing became clear—where you pitch your tent matters. The view, the experience, the journey—it all depends on where you choose to stop.

And isn’t that how life works?

We pitch our tents in different places. New places. Yet, no matter where we go, it’s always under the same vast blue sky.

Because in the end, the sky itself is our big blue tent.

Walking into the Sun: The Shadows That Shape Us

When we walk facing the Sun, we cast shadows. They aren’t us, yet they exist because of us—formed by light falling on us.

On the ground, shadows are real, visible, exaggerated—a simple distortion of form. But the ones that fall in our minds? Those are far more dangerous.

In Jungian psychology, the shadow self represents the unconscious, darker side of personality—the fears, insecurities, and untold stories that shape how we see the world.

These inner shadows whisper narratives—about who we are, what we deserve, and what’s possible. And often, it’s those stories that define our future.

So, what shadows fall in your mind?

And more importantly—are they telling the truth?

The Beauty of Tough Journeys and the Roads That Shape Us

‘Someone once asked me, ‘why do you always insist on taking the hard road?
I replied,
‘Why do you assume I see two?’
– Anonymous

The question of choice isn’t about hard or easy—it’s about whether it’s the right road. Everything else is secondary.

The easy routes? They blur into the background. The tough roads, the steep climbs, the unexpected turns? Those are the ones we remember. The ones that test us, shape us, and bring stories to life.

With the right people by your side and a destination worth reaching, the effort itself becomes beautiful.

Because in the arc of struggle lies discovery—not just of what’s ahead, but of what lies within you.

Why Strong Partnerships Matter: The Power of Trust

You need partners.

The kind who watch out while you’re at the wheel. The ones who steady the course while you set direction.

Partners you don’t have to check on, because you just know—they’re there.

The ones who see the wrinkles you tried to hide. Not because they were looking for flaws, but because they know you too well.

In partnerships, moments come alive. Love blossoms. Possibilities emerge. New realities take shape.

And at the heart of it all? Trust.

Have you experienced it?

Reflections can be pointed. The lake held a piece of wood that was enough of a perch for a bird!
We all have faces. This poem by Derek Walcott moves me beyond its words.

The time will come 
when, with elation 
you will greet yourself arriving 
at your own door, in your own mirror 
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat. 
You will love again the stranger who was your self. 
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart 
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored 
for another, who knows you by heart. 
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes, 
peel your own image from the mirror. 
Sit. Feast on your life.

How easy it is for us to mistake a ‘bend in the road’ for the ‘end of the road’. The trouble with views from a height is that they make several things clear. Like the difference between a bend and a end.

It isn’t the same when you are down there, negotiating the bend! The going gets tough and you have to be real slow and careful to take the curve, while working on the incline as well. Holding steady and sometimes wondering when these bends will end!

It is important to take the bends well. With the steady hand, a steely grip and a sure knowledge that the bend will end soon.

Bends are means to greater end!

He makes it look easy. A tad too easy. There are chains on his body all centred around his chest. At the end of the chain is a ball of fire. He goes on stage and swirls with the fire. The audience lets out a gasp, even as he goes on.

The ball of fire, stemming from his chest acting as his defence. I learn that this is an ancient martial art of Kerela, Kalari. Several centuries old, rich in its tradition and deadly in its techniques.

My mind wanders as the performance continuous. Its not any fault of the performance which is stellar.

It is my own fleeting mind which sees something else.

Anything that comes from deep within you, will be your best weapon. Your ball of fire. When you twirl with passion in whatever domain you choose and keep learning the techniques better, you too are a warrior.

The fire of passion can be the best weapon in the face of severe obstacles. That makes an unstoppable warrior and a sight for the eyes to consume.

May the fires within us keep us moving ahead!

A picturesque boat house is best complemented by a an awesome boat. The awesome boat by a super estuary. The estuary by the island. The island by its people. The people by their smiles.

And it goes on.

It’s never just one thing that makes all the difference. It’s in the coming together that magic emerges. Every moment suddenly unfurls itself, dusts off any slumber and emerges in its glory, on the coming together!

That’s exactly what happens in teams as well. There is a difference between a team made of champs and a champion team!

Coming together makes all the difference! Coming together means saying more ‘WE’ and less ‘I’. Try.

(at Poovar Island Resort-Kerala)

“Thats a pretty gangway”, I tell the boatman who doesn’t seem to care. He gazes into the land ahead. He has to do a few more trips and get people to this part of the island.

He docks the boat with great care and elegance. The inviting gangway helps us leap out to land from the infirm rocking of the estuary. People who stand on the gangway, take our place in the boat. They have all kinds of expressions on their faces.

The gangway is a unique place. It has stories of both joy and sadness. The breathless joy of arrival left at lurch by a strange vagueness of departure.

Hellos and goodbyes are always rich in emotion. There are tears that remain and tears that lurch. In expectation of what is to come or all that gets left behind.

And gangways, they host them all. They ought to be beautiful. 🙂