A Message for the Day : Children are Curious

This is a translation of an episode of the popular radio program in India “Indru Oru Thagaval” means “A Message for the Day” by renowned Orator and Author Thenkachi Ko Swaminathan. The show, giving a message, was a hit and was broadcast for 12 years from 1988.

Once a father advised his son “Dear son, keep this in mind that you should always have friendship with kids who are more intelligent than you” His son replied “You are correct Dad, those who lacks behind need to be with someone who are intelligent than them! That’s why I remain that ‘More Intelligent boy’ !”. Father silently nodded.

It is so difficult to win an argument with today’s kids. Parents should encourage their kids to be smarter like this, should not confine them.

An American Psychologist advises it is good to allow the arguing habit among kids to some extend. If your kids engage with any argument with you, please do not stop them by yelling at them that they are too old to talk. There is nothing wrong in their act. It is a myth that kids will become rude in the future if they are allowed to engage in arguments with elders.

When your kids behave smarter than you, parents need to learn to be proud about it instead of feeling ashamed about it. There is no need of the Ego with your kids when you are mature enough to handle so many odd things in life. So always listen to your kids when they try to engage a conversation with you. Be patient with them.

KidsTry to understand their logic and reasoning for what they have done or about to do. There are parents who just act like listening and keep their mind somewhere, this is nothing but a negligence.

For instance, a mother called his son who was busy playing cricket. He just replied her to wait for some time as he was batting and that is an important stage for him in his game. On such occasions mothers should understand the kids that they are sincere in what they do and have to let them do it. Please do not get angry about them and force them to leave the game. If it happens then he will feel dejected, annoyed and angry and surely this is not good for him.

Even kids have their rights to speech and psychologists do advocate this.

Another thing that happens so frequently is that kids always pester parents with questions and silly doubts. You should not go mad at them. A son asked his father “Dad, why things fall down when we drop it?”. He replied, “because gravity pulls it down, son”. Again he asked “Why Gravity pulls down, why not it pushes it up?” His father excused away on the pretext of a phone call 🙂

Yes, it is tough to answer all the questions they ask. They are curious all the time. But let them know that you will tell them the answer some other time. (Seek some help to find answers for them. Google may help a lot.)

A similar incident happened in a classroom. “Dear students, Some day the earth will be doomed, volcanoes will blast, meteors will fall on the earth and destroy everything” the teacher created a panic indeed.

A student politely stood up and asked “Sir, will that day be a holiday for us or not?” 🙂 Yes he is in his own world. So as other kids!

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Translated Speech of Thenkachi Ko Swaminathan 
"A Message for the Day" (Indru Oru Thagaval) Radio Show

Child’asana ;) My Crazy Way to Restore happYness

Child'asana is the technique of trying to emulate whatever children do. Invented by a scientist from the Planet 'Mars'. 

Are you going to believe if I say this? Ha ha :) 

Child’asana? This is yoga you can never find in anywhere. Hee hee.. I just learned it today 🙂 Believe me, children can restore anything in this world. They are mesmerizing wonders and gifts from heaven.

When your life takes turns, especially tries to break you down, the best way to handle it is to emulate a child. Cry out if you wish to do so, then forget worries the next day. Whether you got a lap to rest on or not, believe your pillow is the one’s lap to console you.

Whatever the situation life throws at us, we can forget all the worries in a child’s smile at us. Even a picture of a child would be enough to do this magic.

Sometimes we see such child in our beloved ones’, regardless of their age. Our play time with daddy can give a free time travel ticket to the past. He was unlikely the one like now, those days whenever he returns home, he lifted us and offered an elephant ride on his back. Ego of generation was unknown to both of us that time. He agrees with whatever stupid things we say and smiles at us. Now things are different, we try to prove who is correct. Thanks to Ego. Yet Remember those sweet days he offered to us, love him whatever he is. Because he knows us only a part of his life, but since our birth, we are seeing him all the way. It is easy for us to adjust than expecting him to change for us.

She entered life all of a sudden from nowhere and disappeared one day. Both entry and exit of her is like a magic and mystery. No blame games, a good soul can never hate and hurt back. But that leaves no excuse from getting hurt. When the one hurts, it pains the most to you. So what next? We cannot quit. Life goes on.

It takes time for any renaissance. For a soul to heal, there is no medicine than itself to indulge in finding ways to heal. My way always is to feel like a child. Be happy inside or not, let smile be affixed to the face. Make others around to smile, they will put us under pressure to be happy. No other way for me to turn happy really. So it happened. A Smile is always there with me and around.


The magic happened again. Love at first sight is not my cup of tea, yet this cute little girl in this picture shattered my laws. I have fallen in love with her at the instance. 🙂 I smiled at her. Tried to do what she is doing.

I went to my sister who was combing her hair, “Look at me” I know I am not flexible as that kid, yet I almost did it. 😛 Looking at the world so crazy upside down 🙂 “Who is that person watching me!” My sister was laughing rolling on the floor. Ouch! 😛 There’s my dad, seeing his 27 year old son behaving like a kid! 🙂 “Is he alright?” he might have asked my sister.

HeeeeeeeeHeeee…. I just looked at him, smiled and walked away as if “Hey what’s happening here? Any circus or what :)” He smiled for something! I know the reason why. His son still can be funny as he used to be always. I know he is definitely happy inside to see me happy again like the old days.

That’s the success story of my experiment of redemption. Any loss can be gained. Any sadness can fade to happiness. Every bad day is followed by a good day.

When life seems over, just hold on. Even if you are alone, ask a child for help. Nothing can offer you a remedy than the sweet little helping hands of a child. Grow only by age, Grow only in appearance, but never lose the child inside you. Be like a child always, wisdom multiplies…

– Din

The Redemption – An emotional story of love & kindness

A wife gone missing for 40 days and returns home with her clothes drenched in blood. What happened to her in those 40 days? How did her husband redeem her and their life? – An emotion filled short story of love and kindness, taking over rage and revengeful nature of human minds.

The Redemption by DinThis is day 40. I searched for her everywhere, but unable to find her. I am not going to give up on her. She is my wife. She is my love. With the same hope I passed all these days, since that night she disappeared.

“Ting…” Somebody’s at the door. I walked to open the door.

I am frozen. Yes. She is back. Her dress is full of blood, eyes full of trauma.

“Honey are you okay? What’s this blood?” I checked her and my eyes are already filled with tears.

“Do not cry, it’s not my blood, but do not ask me anything. Please..” her voice is so depressed.

“You are back, that’s enough for me sweetheart”, I gave her a warm bath and cleaned the blood everywhere. There is no wound anywhere in her body, I am somehow relieved because of this. She just remained silent, like never before. I made up mind that I am not going to disturb her now, by asking anything.

Just as I fed her some food, she kept her head on my lap and slept like a baby. I just looked at her face whole night. She seemed extremely tired and probably sleepless for days.

Now it’s almost a week past after her return, still she is sad and not talking as usual. She was the most talkative girl I have ever seen in my life, in fact, it was that nature of her, which made me turn my attention to her, eventually fallen in love with her then and we got married. Apart from her father’s demise, I do not know any reason to make her sad like this. I am concerned about her, I want to help her, but without making her feel bad. I am not going to question her anything, but I must find out why she is like this and help her come out of it.

She is sleeping now. I never did this before, with no option I searched her cupboards for some clue. I found a diary. She does not have a diary writing habit, so I got curious that it must have some answers for me. I walked out of our bedroom and started reading her words in that.

“Dear, I know you would have searched me everywhere during those 40 days. I thought I could return to you after finishing what I had in my mind. I should have listened to you and forgave him.

You know how much I loved my father. In fact, it is the character of my father, the same what I have seen in you, made me fall in love. I never thought that any man could love his wife, more than my father. I had never seen my mother’s face, so as my father after she passed away. Every known relatives blamed me those days, that I was born and killed my mother. Only my daddy who stood for me then. He has always seen his beloved wife in my eyes and he often says that I am the last boon that his wife gave to him.

Thereafter daddy never remarried. Just lived his life for me and some social works. You are the man who proved me that, there could be another man than my daddy to love a girl so much. I was so scared when I was about to introduce you to him.

Do you remember that day? He too loved you so much and he surprised us, “When do you want to marry my princess?”. I never knew any father in this world to understand his daughter so much like he did. That’s supposed to be a happy life for us. But why that tomorrow arrived in our lives, dear?

He knew that, we talked till late night, daddy did not want to wake me up. So he went for morning walk alone. But never returned home.

“Being righteous is the most dangerous affair in the world, ” he told me many times. But he always advised me to choose that risky true path and live life with dignity. We know he had so many enemies, all bad people, whom he brought before justice. But we never know that someone will go up to an extend to kill him.

Everyone consoled me, you have been there for me ever since he left me. You filled his place in my life, married me. But I missed my father, I would not feel bad if he died of age, but someone snatched away the only relationship in my life, the one who lived for me.

For the outside world, he was a past news “A social activist killed by unknown paid henchmen, police still investigates”. That news no longer will come in the news.

You and I knew who killed my father. You wanted at least to save me for the rest of our life. You advised me to let the issue go, as we could hardly win such crooked man in the courts. Then they will try to continue the revenge again. You asked me to forgive the one who killed my father. That time all I saw was, even you were unable to understand me.

I should have listened to you. Instead, I walked out while you were sleeping that night.

Who knows you better than me? hmm,  I knew where and all you will search for me. I did the miserable mistake of my life by choosing the wrong path, to take up violence to take my revenge. I emptied our bank accounts to hire a few henchmen, I planned with them to kill him.

When justice could not help me, why not I take it on my own terms? Why not a woman fight back for her father? You admired me a lot, even my father admired a lot about me that “I am a brave and bold girl”. I thought it was my time to prove it.

I told my henchmen that I wish to kill him with my own hands. I Don’t know from where such rage and revenge arose in my mind.

That night, as I planned, he was alone, he got into an ATM, there were no security. I waited in a car, as the henchmen surrounded the spot. The power went out, favouring us. We thought that was the moment. The man walked out of the ATM, the henchmen jumped onto him and their machetes sliced him in no time. I felt how much my father suffered after listening to his scream. I smiled wickedly.

“Madam quick, you finish him!” one of them handed a knife to me, as I stepped out of the car, the power came back.

“Who are you? Why? Why?” that man was begging at them for mercy.

“Hey, It’s not him” the henchmen shouted and they fled away from the spot.

I went near him, he might not know that I am the reason behind this. “You look like my daughter, please save me, at least I wish to see my daughter’s marriage next week…” his words were more powerful than swords and pierced my soul.

What a terrible mistake I have done! My revengeful mind brought me a sin that I cannot wash away forever. Even my father would not forgive me for doing this to an innocent man. He should have been entered the ATM center before the one, whom I planned to kill.

I was on my knees, lifted him in my arms. Everywhere there was nothing but his blood and his cry. I looked at his face; he was no stranger, but my own father.

I could feel how my father would have cried his last moments, how much he would have missed me! All he uttered was that he wanted to see his daughter just once and that was his last breathe. His soul died in my very own hands.

I hugged him and cried, I have seen no stranger, but my daddy in him. My terrible rage has made another daughter to miss her father forever! I shouted out my pain and tears.

I felt someone’s hand on my shoulder from behind. It’s the one whom I intended to kill, the one who killed my father. He already picked up one of the bloody machete in his hand, left by the henchmen.

“Do you want to kill me too? Please do it. I do not deserve a life anymore” I shouted.

“Even if I ask a billion sorry, it will not be enough to heal your pain or bring back the life of two fathers, whom I killed. I am the reason behind this. It is my madness, which taken your father’s life, now this man is another victim, It’s not you who killed him. It’s me, I am the one who do not deserve a life anymore. I am the one who must be punished. You please leave this place immediately. I will confess to this murder too.” he has fallen on my feet and cried.

“What should I do? Run away with this sin? How can I live peaceful hereafter?” My mind questioned me to remain silent.

“I did not know that death is so much painful, not just because of the blood, but the separation from the beloved ones. It was just the one and only life, which I took from your father without any mercy on my soul. This stranger is no one to you, but you lifted him in your hands as your father. Your tears explained me what life is! What love is! You deserve to live. It’s me who forced you into this situation, so must I take the blame”, he pulled me up, dragged and forced me to get into the car.

“Nobody seen anything here, you leave this place he forced me to leave. My eyes were fixed to that innocent man who carried so many dreams about his daughter’s future, a few minutes before, now he is dead. I was reluctant to leave that place.

“Your husband is waiting for you, you must go. People may come anytime, please leave” he pushed the car. All of a sudden, I realized what I have done in your life too. What would be your fate without me?

Leaving my heart there, just for you I drove the car back home.

You did not ask a single question about the blood in my cloth. You did not ask a single word on my whereabouts for the 40 days. You simply hugged me with tears. All you asked me was not to leave you anymore like that. You bathed me, cleaned all the blood on me as well as some part of my burden from the guilty soul. Still, I have you by my side, with no question, but your beautiful heart full of love.

The next day, the same media and the police shared the news “Double murderer surrendered to police”. I know soon the people will forget this too.

But how could I forget that night? I wish to meet that innocent man’s daughter and ensure she marries as he wished. I cannot give back her father, but just wanted to see her from a distance that her life goes on. Will she be healed? I lost my peace of mind. If she is at peace, if she lives a life happy, then I may try to let peace in our life as well.

I am searching her nowadays, after you leave for the office. Yet I am unable to find her anywhere. Forgive me, for not being normal with you. Please bear with me, forgive me. Once I find her and assure she is leading a peaceful life, I will come back to you as your good wife. I will confess everything to you.

I trust you more than I trust myself, that you will redeem me from all this some day.

All I have is guilt now, dear, please forgive me….


I could see a lot of teardrops drenched those pages.

I am sitting next to her, waiting for her to wake up. She slowly opens her eyes. I am with her diary in my hand. She is wordless and unable to face my eyes. She held her head down.

I lifted her face to look at her eyes, “Look, dear, look at me!” Still she closed her eyes.

“Everything is ok, I am there with you. Nothing is there to forgive you sweetheart, you did nothing purposefully, everything just happened. We will find her and she will be fine.”

I hugged her, she kept her head on my shoulders, I could feel her tears drenching my back. “It’s ok baby, whatever life brings, I am with you” I whispered in her ears. She hugged me so tight and cried out her burdens.

– Words by Din


Genre : Fiction

Written by : Dinesh Kumar Radhakrishnan

All rights reserved © Propel Steps 2014

Touching Story : “We Can Save Her”

“She is a just 7 years old Doctor! How come?” I could not control my tears. “What to do? Sometimes even we doctors have no answers, even if we do, it is so difficult to answer at a situation like this. It is so rare and probability is 1 in a million gets this kind of cancer! At least we have found it very early. Let us hope for the best. You can take her for the best treatment available, we can save her…” the doctor continued telling some medical terms for explaining her condition but I listened to nothing but echoes of the words “We can save her…!”

A small girl being examined by the doctor.I walk out of the room, my heart beats are being replaced by “We can save her”. I knew the money needed is too big to our savings, insurance claims and our little properties. My family approached me and my wife asked me with questions on her eyes “Nothing right? When can we take her home? I know all because of not having proper food! You pampered her too much. I am not going to listen to you both anymore.” She sounded so innocent like her child.

Pappa(child) needs some healthy proper food, as you said. It is available only in a bigger hospital. We need to take her there immediately!” I took her palms on my eyes. She could feel my tears drenching her fingers “What happened dear?, do not scare us!”

I explained them. “We can save her!, Right that’s enough! Let us see that than crying”, I have never seen an innocent wife behave so bravely! She is so determined as a mother and walked to the room where they kept our daughter. We followed her and seen her with some new found respect for her.

Pappa, I told you not to have too much ice creams with your daddy! See now you got severe fever and the Doctor uncle is going to put a big injection to you! Will you listen to me hereafter?” she said as sweetly anger as she used to be with her always. I am stunned at her composure. “No Ice Cream, No inkjetion 😦 ” my angel is sad to hear the word injection.

Two days passed, “So we are here in this big hospital for that big inkjetion?” she uttered with the same sad mood. Still she could not pronounce injection correct! I just answered her “yes, but not big inkjetion dear, mommy scares you for not eating ice cream do not worry daddy will get big Ice Creams”. My wife turned her look at me and turned my face to my child.

We have just one day to pay the remaining fees. I left her in the room with my parents “You play with Grandma and Grandpa, Daddy gonna get you some Mui Mui (jelly in her language)”, she smiled at me.

My wife and her parents just arrived as I opened the door. They have paid a little more money they could but still that is not sufficient. I was having no idea where to ask for money and my friends also shared as much as they can. Even on Facebook my friends made some attempt to raise funds, some call to inquire legitimacy, which I have no time to prove them so I have even given my phone to my friend to handle the calls.

This the day! They are making all the arrangements for the surgery. One doctor walked towards me with a form, which I thought the usual form. But the doctor explained “We no longer delay or hold treatments for the sake of money! Even we have kids! So just read this document which will explain you everything”. He walked in the direction of the Operation Theatre handing over that file to me.

My mind is filled with questions and some strange happiness! I could read the document, but I kept it aside as it’s time to reach my angel. “Daddy, why I wear this green dress, I want yellow one!” she said immediately after seeing me. My wife still has the question about the remaining fees. “Listen to Mommy sweetheart, green is doctor uncle’s favorite color, he will smile at you and may forget the inkjetion“, I said. “Really!” she wowed. “Yes dear, you look so beautiful in this dress”, her mom said kissing her on forehead with her hand holding my hand.

The staff nurses have come to take her to the operation theatre. And our little angel is so sweet and happy to go with them. Usually she never goes easy with strangers, not a crying type child but smart one who never trust strangers unless we accompany her. I and my wife just walked along with her as long as we could hold her little fingers.

They have taken her in. We need to wait for three hours outside. “Dear, what happened to the remaining amount? I know somehow you will arrange.” my wife asked. I told her that I could not manage to arrange and also told her the doctor’s words few minutes before. She got the file from me and started reading.

“We Can Save – initiative has paid the complete fees of the medical procedures for your child’s recovery. We hope she comes back to you as she used to be…” The first line of the document itself stunned us.

On reading further we have come to know that it was a foundation started by a rich couple who lost their son to a tragedic cancer diagnosed at an advanced stage. They could have spent any billions to save him but it was very late. So they had no other choice to pray for his soul rest in peace. Later they worked on with many doctors, hospitals and families to find a feasible solution for these kind of extreme situations and save lives. They are luckily rich to have enough money to spend, what about others who do not have that money! They knew very well the love remains the same for all. Families always love their children, so do young kids love their parents. Anybody can fall victim. They just wanted a long term solution for this.

So they came up with this idea to create a common treasury funded by all the doctors, hospitals and the public who know the impact of such critical conditions. Doctors contribute a part of their salary, so as hospitals do it from their profits and public too do offer some donations voluntarily. The couple donated a huge amount and started this foundation.

In order to keep the genuinty of the foundation they never advertised about it, even the names of the founders are kept as secret, saying “If you want genuinely help someone, never expect your name to be mentioned!”

Our eyes filled with tears as my wife read the last few lines. “We can understand your love for your beloved one, we can understand your hardship how much you struggled to arrange that money for saving his/her soul. You could do it, you did as much as you can! There are many out there who cannot even arrange a small part of this money! But the soul and the love remain the same for them too. Why money should be a measure of our love? So we have paid the complete fees on behalf of you.

You can submit this document to the billing desk and collect your fees back. Else you can fill the form on the next page to make a donation from the fees you have paid to “We Can Save”. Thank you for spreading love!”

The document ended. Our eyes are filled with tears and joy to feel such love and kindness. There we have seen no discriminations the world outside, but has only pure humanity. I started filling the donation form and filled the amount. My wife just confirmed whether it is equal to the total what we have paid at the bill-desk.

The doctor walked out with smiling face and said “I told you the we can save her!” 🙂 I hugged him and thanked him for everything. He just smiled and walked. We submitted the form at the bill-desk and walked back to see our angel in her second birth 🙂

– Words by Din

Story : Perfection is a myth in any Relationship : Learn to accept as well as change.

This is a must read story for everyone. It’s a worthy read. Do not forget to share with your friends if you like this 🙂 (use the social icons below)

There lived two good friends and others always find them inseparable. They hardly misunderstood each other, even if anything occurs they solve it immediately and move on happy for the next day.

“I read in a magazine, a while ago, about how we can strengthen our friendship.” the first friend said. “Each of us will write a list of the things that we find a bit annoying with the other person. Then, we can talk about how we can fix them together and make our lives happier together.”

The other friend agreed, so each of them went to a separate room in the house and thought of the things that annoyed them about the other. They thought about this question for the rest of the day and wrote down what they came up with.

The next morning,  they decided that they would go over their lists.

“I’ll start,” the first friend took out the list.

It had many items on it enough to fill 3 pages, in fact. As the first friend started started reading the list of the little annoyances, the tears were starting to appear in the second friend’s eyes.

“What’s wrong?” asked the first.

“Nothing” the second one replied, “keep reading your lists.” The first one continued to read all three pages and said “I am done, Now, you read your list and then we’ll talk about the things on both of our lists.” happily.

perfectionQuietly the second friend stated,“I don’t have anything on my list. I think that you are perfect the way that you are. I don’t want you to change anything for me. You are true, lovely and wonderful and I wouldn’t want to try and change anything about you.”

The first one, touched by the honesty and the depth of the love and acceptance. Later realized what is true companionship and changed the bad attitude of seeing the negatives and started appreciating the positives.

Even the second friend, valued the feedbacks and changed many things which are really the facts.


The moral is this could not be only between friends, it could be between kids and parents too, especially between husband and wife mostly applicable. 

Misunderstandings are so common among relationships. If we truly value the relationship, we should be able to accept as well as change certain things in ourselves. Also if we try to accept as whole as possible we can reduce the conflicts. 

Note: In order to maintain a gender equality we kept the total story in a neutral way suiting any two persons of any gender.