The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari

I hardly read books. But I heard about this book before. Not just heard, I even discussed about this book. But... When? With...whom? I am still struggling to recollect.
The concept is pretty familiar. In fact that is what I did years before, although I didn't sell any Ferrari. I did it in my own scale and did exactly the same what was outlined in the book (but for those food restrictions).What is special about this book is its style. A set of dry do's and don'ts convincingly and compellingly woven into the fabric of a fable. Use of stories is quite common, but in this book, the entire content can be decoded from a simple story, which serves as a mnemonic.
I am planning to narrate this story to children and ask them to paint it. Get ready to see the pictures here soon! If I commit here, I don't whack this idea!!

A gentle reminder ...

...not to ignore myself and my family. Smt. Sundari, my friend, philosopher and guide, handed over me a book to read. Although little hesitant to take it considering my time constraints, I agreed to read it as I was anyhow planning to read Sai Saccharitra for my son's success in his ensuing exams. I felt happy that Baba knows that I would prefer to read a new book instead of the regular paarayana book. And I almost jumped with joy when that book turned out to be the Telugu translation of The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari.

Dry spell - in my blogging

With the approaching deadline for the AGROVOC revision and refinement project, I kept myself away from blogging for over one month. The most interesting thing that happened during this period was my month long vacation in my own home. I had hired a cook (s)! One lady used to come in the late evenings and her daughter used to come in the mornings. The cook was introduced by our maid servant and they could co-ordinate with each other so that my intervention was not required. It saved lot of my time and the best part was that my daughter could communicate directly with the cook and got what she wanted. I devoted the time thus saved to loiter in my balconies and drawing room, tinkering with pranayama and yoga to restore my immune system which is on rocks in the recent past.

Sankranti was celebrated with puran poli's and the chill winter evenings had the warm flavor of garlic. Soon the winter subsided giving way to `sabu dana kichidi' with a delicate flavor.