Pawan Sharma

South Indian father, American daughter💖🤣🤣

I am no stranger to criticism and have learnt, over time, to absorb it without losing focus. That is part of public life. What is harder to accept is the steady erosion of civility in our discourse. Disagreement is essential; derision and vituperative, personal slander is not. A confident society does not fear dialogue—it conducts it with balance, clarity, and respect. As for me, I follow the teaching of Sri Ramakrishna and his advice: “forbear, forbear, forbear.” That has guided me through my life’s journey.

#WATCH | Leh, Ladakh: On PM Modi mentioning the Hemis Monastery in the 32nd edition of 'Mann Ki Baat', Lecturer, Central Institute of Buddhist Studies, Stanzin Mingur says, "It is a matter of happiness that PM Modi mentioned Ladakh's Hemis Monastery in Mann ki Baat today. The Government of India has launched the Gyan Bharatam program... There is also an app for this program... I submitted all the manuscripts of the monastery in the app... The people of Ladakh will become aware of this survey through this..."

Much is being made of Pakistan emerging as a U.S.–Iran interlocutor. This is not new. Pakistan has often been used as a conduit when direct engagement becomes difficult. But a conduit carries messages. It does not define outcomes. Geography helps Pakistan. That is all. India’s challenge is not to compete for that role, but to preserve something more valuable: credibility across divides. Power is measured by the ability to speak to all sides without being owned by anyone. We are not chasing visibility here. Let us aim at shaping the context.

When you kick a hornet's nest, it's the hornets which decide when it's over

#SupremeCourt allows passive euthanasia for a 31-year-old man who has remained in a permanent vegetative state for over a decade - the first judicial implementation of its 2018 Common Cause ruling recognising the right to die with dignity.

This was almost 27 years ago. Mr Prakash Patra sent the clipping to me. I still remember when I met him at Le Meridian, New Delhi and pressed the call bell of his top floor suite, Saira Banu opened the door and greeted me. The more things change, the more they remain the same….

If the Antaḥkaraṇa (inner instrument) is not Shuddha(pure) and ekāgra (one-pointed), then Jñāna (knowledge) does not become steady even after Śhravaṇa (listening). One may listen from a competent Teacher(गुरु) and the meaning may be understood for a moment, yet it does not stay. The mind keeps slipping back into old habits-doubt, distraction, and emotional pull. Though श्रवणम् is means of Knowledge (प्रमाणम्) In the beginning, Śhravaṇa (listening) is like planting the seed. A śhuddha (pure) mind gives the seed a clean soil. An ekāgra (one-pointed) &subtle mind gives it steady sunlight. Then the teaching can take root and become lived clarity. Without that readiness, the teaching remains as information, not as settled understanding. यदि अंतःकरण (भीतरी साधन) शुद्ध (पवित्र) सूक्ष्म और एकाग्र नहीं है, तो श्रवण (सुनना) के बाद भी ज्ञान (समझ) स्थिर नहीं होता।श्रोत्रिय गुरुजी से शब्द सुने जा सकते हैं, और अर्थ कुछ समय के लिए समझ में भी आ सकता है, फिर भी वह टिकता नहीं। मन पुराने स्वभावों में लौट जाता है, जैसे शंका, भटकाव, और भावनात्मक खिंचाव। गुरुमुख से श्रवण (सुनना) बीज बोतने जैसा है। शुद्ध (पवित्र) मन उस बीज के लिए साफ मिट्टी देता है। एकाग्र (एक बिंदु पर टिकने वाला) मन उसे स्थिर धूप देता है। तब शिक्षा जड़ पकड़ती है और जीने योग्य स्पष्टता बनती है। इस तैयारी के बिना शिक्षा सूचना बनकर रह जाती है, स्थिर समझ नहीं बन पाती।@AvdheshanandG @AcharyaSabha @alok_bhatt @SureshChavhanke @manjeetnegilive @EkatmaDham @ShriShankaracharya @davidfrawleyved @Sadgurudev_Goa #Vedanta #आत्मज्ञान #प्रमाण #श्रवण_मनन_निदिध्यासन #ज्ञाननिष्ठा #अन्तःकरणशुद्धि #एकाग्रमनः #संशय #विपरीतभावना #Spirituality

The world may call her weak, but her hard work, and courage make her unstoppable. Happy Women’s Day ❣️

India's former Test captain Nariman Jamshedji "Nari" Contractor completes 92 today! Many happy returns of the day sir!

Laziness in a person destroys his intelligence, wealth, duration of life, fame and strength.

Seven years on, ₹19 lakh unpaid dues still haunt CITCO. Luxury cars abandoned at Hotel Shivalikview in Chandigarh now rust, their value crashed, legal cases dragging on. From ₹70 lakh assets to scrap — a costly lesson in lapses and lost recovery. #Chandigarh #CITCO

It was 3 pm at Swargadwar cremation ground in Puri. Sabyasachi, 35 years old, who was a Vice President in a big software company in America, came straight from the airport to the cremation ground. His father, Pradipta Mishra, 75 years old, had passed away the previous night. Sabyasachi was holding an expensive laptop bag and wearing Ray Ban glasses. He looked very busy and kept checking his watch again and again. Tarun from Moksha Event Management, a funeral service company, was standing there. He had arranged everything. The wood was ready, the priest had been called, and Pradipta Mishra’s body was bathed and prepared. Sabyasachi arrived. He looked at his father’s face. Two drops of tears fell from his eyes. He asked Tarun, “Mr Tarun, is everything ready? I have to catch a return flight at 6 pm. I have an important meeting tomorrow. Please finish this quickly.” Tarun was shocked but quietly nodded. The rituals were completed. Sabyasachi lit the funeral fire. Smoke rose into the sky. Then he took Tarun aside and took out his checkbook. He said, “Tarun, thank you. You arranged everything well. What is your bill? Fifty thousand or one lakh? Tell me the amount, I will write the cheque now. I cannot come again. Please also take care of the ashes.” Tarun smiled strangely and said, “Sir, there is no need to pay. Your bill has already been paid.” Sabyasachi was confused. “Already paid? Who paid? Did my uncle pay?” Tarun replied, “No sir. Five years ago, your father came to our office. He was very sick and could hardly walk. He asked us, what is your package? Will you manage everything so that my son does not face any problem?” “We explained everything to him. That same day he deposited fifty thousand rupees in advance. He also gave me this letter. He told me, when my son comes, give him this letter. And if he does not come, you perform my last rites.” Tarun gave the letter to Sabyasachi. With shaking hands, Sabyasachi opened it. In his father’s weak handwriting, it was written: “Dear Sabyasachi, My son, I know you are very busy. In America you may not even get time to breathe. I know when you hear about my death, you will be worried. Will I get leave? Will I get a ticket? What about my meeting? These questions will trouble you. Son, your time and career are very important. I raised you so that you can win the world. Do not suffer loss for the body of an old man. That is why I have arranged everything for my death in advance. I have already paid this organization. They will manage everything. If you come, good. If you do not come, I will not be angry. I have only one request. When you were small and I dropped you at school, I never left your hand. Today when you light my funeral fire, may your hand not shake. Return soon. Your wife will be waiting. Yours, Baba” After reading the letter, the checkbook fell from Sabyasachi’s hand into the mud. In that cremation ground, where the sound of burning wood was heard, Sabyasachi’s pride and career also turned into ashes. He fell on his knees. “Baba, forgive me, Baba.” He held Tarun’s feet and cried, “Tarun, I do not want to go back to America. I want to stay with my father. I earned crores of rupees, but in the end I became a beggar. My father was thinking about my meeting even at the time of his death, and I was paying for his last rites?” That day Sabyasachi did not catch his flight. He sat the whole night in front of the burning pyre. Because in the end he understood: Prepaid can be for a SIM card. But a father’s love is never prepaid. A father’s love is endless, and no money in the world can repay it. Lesson: No matter how big you become in the world, no matter how much money you earn, when the parents who once changed your clothes need you at the end of their life, do not turn your face away. Any company can perform the funeral. But tears cannot be bought from outside. Those tears should come only from blood relations.

BSF band playing in Sri Ramakrishna Mela at Belur Math.

Let me add more dimensions to the Param Vir Bana Singh Sahib. HUMILITY & GROUNDED. In #WelhamMilHistSmr Bana Sahib was asked his experiences. Nuggets- 1-Was included by CO at last minute. 2- Followed SOPs & plan. 3- Company Commander Maj (later later Col) Virendra Singh,Vr C guided us. 4- It was all due to team work. General Salute -Bana Singh Sahib & Col Virendra Singh.

Delighted to meet old friend Rajesh Khullar in Chandigarh — always a pleasure to reconnect and exchange views.

कुल्लू शॉल कुछ इस तरह बनती है।

A son flew in from Saudi Arabia just to meet his Hindu mother in Kerala. Years ago in Saudi, a Hindu aunty from Kerala used to take care of children. Among them was a little boy whom she loved more than her own life. She cared for him like a mother.... with endless affection and warmth. Time passed. The boy grew up, and the aunty eventually returned to India. But the memories of that motherly love never faded from his heart. For months, he searched for her. He gathered information, tracked her down, booked a flight, and finally landed in Kerala. Standing at her doorstep, his heart was pounding… Would she recognize him? Would she remember the love they once shared? The moment she saw him, her eyes filled with tears. She stretched out her arms and cried, “Beta!” He ran into her embrace, just like he did as a child. He wept. She kissed his forehead with the same old affection. In that moment, religion and borders meant nothing.... only the pure love between a mother and her son remained. Yes the people Like does exist..

Especially for those who understand Punjabi You may enjoy the talk but don’t loose the real essence when it comes to selecting an officer in SSB #IndianArmy

Maybe I shared this before. Like to repost this gem. One of the letters written by our most loved revolutionary thinkers Shaheed Bhagat Singh. This is from the Archives in Lahore where many such precious documents are available.