The Empire of Light - René Magritte

 

They truly dont make them like him anymore : Dr Naresh Dadhich

·       Born in 1944 in village of Sarsali in Churu district of Rajasthan, a village that did not even have a school
·       Goes on to do a Ph.D. in General Relativity from the University of Pune , via BITS Pilani
·       In 1988 - part of the founding team of IUCAA ( Inter-University Centre for Astronomy and Astrophysics) – works closely with Dr Jayant Narlikar
·       Director of IUCAA from July 2003 to August 2009 and continues to be associated with the institute as an Emeritus Professor.
·       Valuable work as a communicator of science - also associated with social and environmental initiatives and is known for his thoughtful engagement in discussions on science, philosophy, and social responsibility.
·       Passes away in November 2025, in Beijing , at the age of 81 , during his visit to Beijing Institute of Mathematical Sciences and Applications (BIMSA) as a visiting scholar

Not just a tote bag ..

Akanksha is one of the finest organizations in India working in the field of education 

Read more at www.akanksha.org 

I came across this bag totally randomly - made me take a pause, smile and think :) 

 

Beautiful and demanding process of training as a therapist - From Aruna Gopakumar's LinkedIn Post

 

Working with my CTA (Certified Transactional Analyst )groups continues to be one of the most interesting—and hardest to explain—training experiences I know. Not because the ideas are obscure, but because therapy rarely looks like technique. 

The larger work is about creating contexts where people can show up as themselves in the world, take responsibility for who they are, and offer those same permissions to others. All this while learning how to set boundaries, how to be interdependent rather than fused or cut off, how to get close without losing oneself, and how to live with unfairness, pain, loss, and limitation. 

And always, we hold in mind that this work does not happen in a vacuum—our clients’ distress is shaped not only by personal history, but by systemic forces of power, inequality, culture, and context that constrain choice and complicate responsibility.

Much of our impactful work happens through process - the unspoken energies and tensions in a conversation. Clients put pressure on themselves to change; therapists quietly put pressure on themselves to make that change happen. What if we dropped that pressure? What shifts when something changes internally in the therapist? If I’m afraid of strong emotion, how might I unconsciously steer a client towards thinking instead of feeling? If I hold moral positions—about productivity, desire, boredom, ambition—how might they block genuine acceptance? And what do I do with the fact that some clients draw me in, while others evoke irritation, anger, even disgust? And how do I use my own power in the therapy room. CTA training keeps returning us to this uncomfortable, essential question: how my own history shapes the way I meet another human being. People change in ways that they didn't imagine - all in the process of learning to help others change!

The New Yorker at 100 : The Netflix Documentary

What an institution ! 

What an incredible bunch of madly obsessive individuals ! 

To put out a publication of this caliber, quality and discernment, EVERY week  for 100 years ...

Simply UNBELIEVABLE stuff ! 

Tracking progress :) - In New Yorker

 

To be of use - By Marge Piercy

The people I love the best

jump into work head first

without dallying in the shallows

and swim off with sure strokes almost out of sight.

They seem to become natives of that element,

the black sleek heads of seals

bouncing like half-submerged balls.

I love people who harness themselves, an ox to a heavy cart,

who pull like water buffalo, with massive patience,

who strain in the mud and the muck to move things forward,

who do what has to be done, again and again.

I want to be with people who submerge

in the task, who go into the fields to harvest

and work in a row and pass the bags along,

who are not parlor generals and field deserters

but move in a common rhythm

when the food must come in or the fire be put out.

The work of the world is common as mud.

Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust.

But the thing worth doing well done

has a shape that satisfies, clean and evident.

Greek amphoras for wine or oil,

Hopi vases that held corn, are put in museums

but you know they were made to be used.

The pitcher cries for water to carry

and a person for work that is real.