2394: Culture, traditions...

I am a social person who grew up in an era without social media. In those tender days, the stories I heard about foreign lands used to unsettle me. I was so apprehensive about life outside my own world that I once even refused to marry someone who wished to settle abroad. I was simply scared of a world I didn't understand.

Fast forward to today: I am that same person, but now with the gift of time and the guidance of my beloved daughter. Understanding me better than I understand myself, she introduced me to the world of cinema, specifically "Christmas movies." She did her homework for me, sitting by my side to show me where to find them and explaining why I would love certain actors and stories. How lucky I am to have her.

This journey started during my notice period, as I stepped down from full-time work and stepped up to my part-time, "Weekend Forever" lifestyle. For two and a half years now, I have watched at least one Christmas movie almost every day.

While these films are scripted, I believe they are rooted in real experiences; after all, writers draw inspiration from the life around them. Through hundreds of movies, I have seen a world showcasing high culture, deep-seated traditions, family values, and immense respect.

Watching these stories from snow-covered lands, I realized something profound: foreign lands are full of culture too. The people are easygoing, joyous, and deeply connected to their heritage, culture, traditions, local delicacies etc to name a few . This realization isn't just from movies; it aligns with my own experiences of staying abroad for a few years.

I realize now that I was unnecessarily scared of crossing those "aisles" years ago. But as they say, it is never too late to know the truth. Thanks to the free time I now enjoy and these movies that feel as if they were carved just for me, my world has become much wider.

A tale / a truth.

#Culture #Traditions #FamilyValues #ChristmasMovies #PersonalGrowth #MotherDaughterBond #GlobalCitizenship #LifeReflections #OxfordOfTheEast

2393: Come on Come All 2.0

Being a foodie myself, I have always loved experimenting with wholesome ingredients like broken wheat to create tangy and sweet "one-dish meals." Whether it is a halwa or a kheer loaded with dry fruits and jaggery, I value dishes that are healthy, quick, and foolproof.

Recently, with more free time in hand, I started exploring videos on the preparation of Basundi. I noticed a recurring theme: almost every creator followed complicated, time-consuming methods just to achieve that signature brownish color.

As an academician, I saw a challenge. I decided to start my own "brownish-color challenge" to find a simpler, healthier way.

Phase 1: The Date Paste Experiment I used a bit of flavorless custard powder for thickness. Soaked fresh dates in milk, after blending them into a paste and adding it to the thickened milk, I achieved the perfect color and sweetness with zero added sugar. A unique twist on a classic!

Phase 2: The Jaggery Shift In the next phase, I replaced the date paste with jaggery, adding it once the thickened milk reached room temperature. Served chilled with saffron and dry fruits, it was a triumph of texture and taste.

Phase 3: The Hybrid & The Final Version I eventually experimented with a combination of dates and jaggery, a wonderful combo indeed. My final refined version involves milk thickened naturally with a powder of cashews and almonds, flavored with cardamom and keshar.

The result? A rich, chilled, home-cooked dessert that bypasses the long, traditional hours over the stove.

Who says innovation is limited to the lab? Sometimes, the most rewarding "R&D" happens right in our kitchens. Come on all, let’s enjoy these truly home-cooked treats!

#FoodInnovation #HealthyEating #HomeCooking #Basundi #CulinaryExperiments #JaggerySweets #PuneFoodies #WeekendForever #Innovation

2392: Happiness Augmentation

Sometimes we receive much more than we expect, and it is truly unimaginable. This is exactly what happened to me recently. In addition to my workshops on research paper writing and blogging, I have been co-teaching. Since AI fits across all domains, you will find me almost everywhere these days!

One fine morning, I received an invitation to co-teach a specific subject. Most of the syllabus had already been assigned, and only one topic was left for me. When I heard what it was, I was overwhelmed. I said yes immediately.

The challenge was engaging hundreds of experienced MBA students from diverse undergraduate backgrounds. To keep them glued to their screens, I focused on making the topic applicable to their future careers. I introduced them to futuristic AI tools, poured in real-time use cases from various domains, and demonstrated the practical usefulness of modern technology. The session was a superb success, filled with active participation and insightful queries.

The topic that reached me was none other than Cluster Analysis. What else could I ask for?

I live, dream, and breathe Clustering. It is everywhere: the applications and systems are widespread and ever-growing. It is speechless to think that of all the topics in the syllabus, this was the one left for me. This topic is synonymous with my professional identity. Clustering was not only my PhD topic, but I have also guided five researchers to their doctorates in this field across various domains.

I am deeply grateful for the invitation. It was a beautiful reminder that when you specialize in something you love, the right opportunities have a way of finding you.

#AI #MachineLearning #Clustering #DataScience #MBA #HigherEducation #PhD #AcademicExcellence #TeacherTraining #OxfordOfTheEast

2391: A Unique Celebration of the Day a Mom was Born

What a unique day indeed! While today marks my twins’ birthday, I woke up feeling the profound weight and joy of my own anniversary: the day I was certified as a Mom. It was a day of vibrant activities that I never imagined I’d enjoy so deeply.

My day started with the usual rhythm: cleaning, pooja, and tea. But the mom exhaustion is real, and the sofa called for a quick, much-needed dose of sleep. After a hurried breakfast, I headed to Gentle Physiotherapy. I messaged my doctor that I was running late; she replied with a big smile, knowing my snail-paced speed well by now!

The universe seemed to be celebrating with me. An auto rickshaw was waiting right at the gate just when I needed it. After a wonderful physio session, I set out on a spiritual journey I had been planning for a long time.

First, a stop at the Shri Gajanan Maharaj Temple. To my surprise, the Aarti was in progress, and the idols were decorated so grandly. It felt like a divine acknowledgment of this special day. Next was a second, uniquely carved temple where I walked in exactly as the Shri Vishnu Sahasranamam chanting began. Joining that melody was a mesmerizing, soul-cleansing experience.

The day was sweetened by meeting a wonderful husband and wife pair of home bakers. Their home was a sanctuary: airy, bright, and filled with nature. They welcomed me with hot coffee and the wheat flour jaggery biscuits I’d been craving. Then, another kind soul, a home cook, had my order ready and even packed lunch for me, knowing I’d be too late to cook at home.

On the way back, the Mom in me took over as we picked up the neighbor’s kids walking in the hot sun. Their school tales were the perfect company. To end this glorious day, I’ve been invited to a house-warming party with a home-cooked dinner.

I feel touched and truly blessed. On the day my twins were born, I was born too, and today, the world reminded me how beautiful this "2-in-1" journey is.

#Motherhood #TwinMom #BirthdayReflections #Gratitude #MomLife #Spirituality #Community #SimpleJoys #NewBeginnings

2390: The Art of Manifestation

Until recently, the term "manifestation" was just a word I had heard in passing. It was only after I shifted from a full-time role to my "Weekend Forever" lifestyle that I realized I had been practicing the core of manifestation for decades.

My journey with this practice began in childhood. My father held a high-ranking position, and the nature of his work provided him access to various automobiles and a dedicated team of drivers. It became an unwritten norm: twice a day, I was given a ride in a vehicle of my choice. Once in the morning when the team arrived to pick up my dad, and again in the evening when they dropped him home / our awesome quarter in a huge colony.

Those were the days of lush green surroundings, empty roads, and a deep connection with nature. During those rides, I started "conversing" with the air, the leaves, the birds, and the fragrances around me. Our colony was vast, with endless lanes and playgrounds; if my dad wasn't in a hurry, the drivers would take me on different routes every single day. The thrill of exploring new roads became a part of my DNA.

Life moved forward, higher education, professional roles, moving to different states and countries. Yet, the seed was already sown. Today, I roam the "Oxford of the East" (Pune), delivering lectures wherever I am called. Just like those childhood rides, I now have the liberty of different cabs, different routes, and the excitement of walking into new institutes to meet Principals, Directors, and VCs. It isn't just about a salary anymore; it’s an hourly joy loaded with fun.

I realize now that I manifested my current role as a "Trainer of Trainers" back in 2012. While attending Faculty Development Programs (FDPs), I used to watch the facilitators in awe. I thought, "How amazing must it be to teach the teachers?" It felt like a uniquely different calling. My university lit that fire within me, and I waited patiently for years.

Now, here I am, living that reality. I’ve learned that the core of manifestation is patience and high-intensity intent. Eventually, things fall into place exactly as you once wished. It is truly amazing to see how the "new roads" of my childhood have led to the rewarding paths of my career today.

#Manifestation #ProfessionalJourney #LifeReflections #Academician #Gratitude #TeacherTraining #PuneDiaries #CareerShift #WeekendForever

2389: The "Frido" Phenomenon – A Masterclass in Modern Entrepreneurship

I accidentally bumped into a video today that has left me completely "blue" with wonder and honestly, I am running out of words to describe it. I just witnessed the story of Frido, and "OMG" is the only way to start.

We are talking about a business scaling into hundreds of crores, with hundreds of employees working with such satisfaction that the attrition rate is near zero. They are launching extremely useful products and have already expanded into 19 countries.

As an academician for nearly 30 years, I have to ask: What is the formula?

The founder is an NIT graduate, but is any curriculum sharp enough to produce an entrepreneur of this caliber at such a young age? If the syllabus is responsible for this level of wholesomeness, then hats off to the institution. But if it isn't just the syllabus, then the formula must be a unique blend of hard work + consistency + reading books + mentorship + a dash of luck. Coming from a non-business background makes these achievements even more astonishing. Seeing the founder give a tour of his Pune workplace was a revelation. He looks so young, younger even than his staff, where the average age is just 25!

How does one person at such a tender age master the sharp details of so many domains?

• International expansion & R&D

• Salaries, Taxes, and Funding

• Online Marketing and Global Sales

• Employee Retention and Customer Support

• Branding with famous personalities

• His own fitness

The list is endless. To see such sharp execution in everything from innovation to logistics is more than impressive; it is a "Wow" moment for anyone who values growth and dedication.

It just goes to show that when passion meets a structured mind, the results are truly out of this world.

#Frido #Entrepreneurship #Innovation #NITGrad #PuneStartups #BusinessGrowth #Inspiration #SuccessFormula #Leadership 

www.myfrido.com a must visit place indeed

2387: Date Magic

According to my "four eyes," I have received the highest honor on earth: becoming a proud mother of twins.

There is a certain magic in the number 21. It was on this date that my two decided to open their eyes to the world. They are "two but one" shared inception, shared womb, and now, a shared life journey.

I still remember the day I went to admit them to their first school many years ago. I was met with curious questions like, "Did the doctor charge double for the delivery?" (The answer was no!). But I also remember the kindness of neighbors and school owners who recognized the unique "2-in-1" nature of twins, offering concessions on deposits because they saw the blessing in these two souls.

1 pregnancy. 1 delivery. 2 incredible lives.

They share everything: birthdays, toys, a room, cycles, friends, and most importantly, me. Being called "Mom" is a title I only hold because of them, and it is a role that overwhelms me with gratitude every single day.

My daughter once told me something profound: "You should celebrate too, Mom. Buy gifts for yourself, because it’s your birthday also!" She’s right. Every year on the 21st, it is a "Happy Birthday" to me as much as it is to them. It is a rare joy to celebrate my own rebirth as a mother multiple times a year.

They are my universe. Even as an academician with nearly three decades of experience handling thousands of students, I look at them and see two truly unique, blessed personalities. They are different in so many ways, yet perfectly synchronized.

Happy Birthday to my two-in-one world!

#TwinMom #DateMagic #MotherhoodJourney #LifeReflections #AcademicianLife #DoubleBlessing #GratefulHeart #Twins

2386: A Slice of Heaven: Of Thrones and Kind Souls

Lately, I feel like I am truly treating myself from every possible perspective. I am currently enjoying a newly purchased "Sinhasan", my very own throne!

It reminds me of a popular joke I heard often, where a husband or in-laws ask a wife, "What do you do all day?" and the classic answer involves relaxing with the two cylindrical bolsters gifted by her mother during the wedding. Interestingly, no one ever asked me that, but when I recently purchased a new sofa, it came with two bolsters automatically. Now, those two are the perfect back support for my "special throne."

In reality, this throne is a special cushion set up to support my back, as suggested by my physiotherapist. My days are now a rhythmic cycle of self-pampering and healing: daily physio sessions, the throne, hot water bags, ice packs, specific exercises, nourishing medicines, and a strict timetable. It is a lot of "me time," and I am embracing it.

Since I love shopping, I usually walk to my physio and use the walk back to pick up fresh fruits and vegetables. Today, however, as I was walking back in the suddenly rising heat, a cab went past me, stopped, and took a reverse. The driver invited me inside, it was my neighbor!

What a sense of peace and relief it was to step into that neatly maintained car. The shade of the roof was a blessing, and the "cherry on the cake" was when he switched on the AC. After the physio session and the walk, it felt like absolute heaven.

I am almost at a loss for words to thank him. He dropped me right at the entrance of my home. While the distance might have been tiny on a measuring scale, at that moment, it felt like I had miles to go. This small, caring action from a kind soul gave me a huge, heartfelt reaction. God bless him.

#Gratitude #KindnessMatters #SelfCare #RecoveryJourney #GoodNeighbors #SmallActsBigImpact #Awareness #LifeReflections

2385: Come on, Come all

I am more than happy today as I figured out two new recipes for my most favorite, go-to dish: "Misal."

It all started because I was truly bored with the same old platter and wanted to do something different. Instead of going ahead with only sprouted mataki, I opted for a mix of sprouts of my choice. Usually, Misal includes a boiled potato curry, so I made a boiled sweet potato curry in a little ghee instead.

I also love bread upma loaded with seasonal veggies as a separate home cooked dish. So, I went for multigrain bread and made an upma with very little oil and plenty of vegetables like field beans, green peas, cashews (instead of peanuts), red carrots, onions, and tomatoes.

Instead of the usual farsan, I chose Chitale’s awesome beetroot shev for the first round, mataki shev for the second, and spinach shev for the third. With fresh lime, salad, and tasty homemade chilled buttermilk on the side, OMG, it was spellbinding. Truly out of this world, guilt-free, and wholesome at the same time.

I have never said "don't go for Misal", I myself have enjoyed it countless times, but it was time for a change. Now that I have the world’s free time in my hands, it is great to utilize it this way, isn't it?

The "Twisted Misal" Recipe (Version 1)

1. The Base: Soak mixed dry whole grains and let them sprout at home peacefully. Make a tasty gravy curry with freshly ground homemade masala in just a drop of oil.

2. The Carb: Make a multigrain bread upma loaded with seasonal veggies.

3. The Sweet Touch: Prepare a boiled sweet potato curry in a drop of ghee.

4. The Plating: Decorate your dish with these three main portions. Add salad and fresh buttermilk on the side. Top it up with beetroot, mataki, and spinach shev together or as you like it.

It is a one-dish meal, a wholesome and healthy twisted Misal.

Version 2: The Fully Homemade Twist

I am making this even more homely by using a air fryer for the homemade shev variety and the oven for the bread or pav. If I feel like it, I might even use veggie-loaded red poha with the sweet potato.

All are welcome home, sweet home to enjoy this new avatar of my misal. Only one condition: inform me in advance for the required preparation please.

See you all soon!

#HealthyEating #MisalLove #FoodInnovation #WholesomeMeals #Homemade #TwistedMisal #FoodieResearcher #GuiltFreeJoy

2384: Real Reason

I have to admit that I am a massive fan of Indian Idol. Beyond the surface-level entertainment, there is something so deeply moving about the orchestration, the sincerity of the instrument players, and the amount of efforts singers put into making a classic song their own.

Even if we look past the commercial side of things, the real value for me lies in the presence of specially invited legends, the actors, musicians, and directors who share rare, original stories from their era. These are the kinds of stories you won’t find anywhere else. 

In addition to that when you think about the mountainous efforts the team behind the camera puts in to bring these moments to life, it really is staggering.

On a personal level, I love watching the show with the sound turned up high. I often find myself "freaking out" and singing along with the contestants, either out loud or in my head when they hit those high pitches with twists. It makes me realize how beautifully and meaningfully those lyrics were woven together. Hats off to the lyricists of that era.

What is most fascinating to me is that even though I didn’t grow up with social media or an MP3 player / musical apps glued to my hand, I still remember the entire length of almost every song. This led me to a sudden realization about why these eminent personalities are invited and hence why these old songs are performed.

It’s a way to keep our memory cells active. It’s a service to my generation and the ones before me, helping our minds stay sharp while the industry discovers new "diamonds" in the music world.

As a hardcore researcher, I live by the statement that "your work should be useful for society at large." Suddenly, I saw the mapping. There is a direct connection between this musical preservation and societal well-being. Finding that link between my hobby and my professional mindset made me feel absolutely over the top of the world.

Well, sometimes, the most profound research happens right in our living rooms. 

#MusicAndMemory #IndianIdol #ResearcherMindset #SocietalImpact #CognitiveHealth #OldIsGold 

2383: Ears Occupied

 I am a resident of a society where three high-rise towers are functional and two more are almost complete. Our clubhouse is well-constructed in the center, surrounded by towers occupied by many families.

Since yesterday morning, I heard the constant sound of water splashing or flowing. At first, I thought it must be the gardener doing his work. I went out, came back, and by late afternoon, the sound was still audible. I assumed the housekeeping staff must be using water, so I didn't think much of it.

When I woke up this morning, the sound was still there. This time, I decided to follow it. I tried my best to locate the source or a possible leakage, but when I couldn't find it myself, I informed the manager. Immediate action was taken, the leakage was found, and the sound finally stopped.

I felt a quiet sense of relief that my ears are still working fine. However, I was surprised that no one else felt the need to do anything about it.

Think about the math: we have an 11-floor building with 10 flats on each floor. Half of them are garden-facing toward the clubhouse, just like mine. Even if we assume 5% are empty, that is still about 50 flats. With a minimum of 2 or 3 people per flat, that is 120 living beings. Add to that the housekeeping staff, security guards, and construction workers.

Why did no other ears capture that sound? Is it because ears have been occupied with Bluetooth devices for years together? Or are people just becoming ignorant of the sounds around them that need human attention? Technology hasn't reached everywhere yet; some things still require a human touch.

Whatever the reason, I feel blessed that my sensory organs are working well. I am thankful that I was able to stop the wastage of water, though I do feel I should have acted yesterday without waiting so long.

#WaterConservation #Awareness #ModernLife #SocietyLiving #SensoryOrgans #CivicDuty #Reflections

2382: The Symphony of Three Tenses

Recently, a world-renowned researcher and author, a master analyst of the Indian music industry, shared a series of inspiring true stories on Indian Idol 16's platform. He narrated a chilling yet touching incident about how a legendary leading singer was once hospitalized after being diagnosed with slow poisoning. A close friend and admirer, determined to keep that star shining, began tasting her food every single day before she ate.

What a profound example of friendship!

I learn so many real-life stories like this from those who actually lived them. To me, this show is not just about the current contestants who will become the stars of the future, or how they twist songs to make them future ready. It is much more. The thoughtfully chosen guests of honor take us on a walk down their memory lane, sharing the history behind the melodies.

I get to enjoy all three tenses, Past, Present, and Future, from the comfort of my cozy couch. Where else can you find the orchestration of all these periods under one roof?

In the past, I used to feel angry or agitated when people asked me two specific questions. Today, I no longer feel that way because I have my answers and I plan my time well to enjoy the show at full length. Those questions usually go something like this: "Why do you watch these reality shows? Everything is fixed and you can't even sing a song yourself!" and "What do you gain from such bad shows? It is only because of free people like you that these shows keep running."

I have put those questions into the most postable words possible, as the actual words used by critics are often much harsher.

But here is my truth. I do not just watch a show; I gain a series of life lessons. Every episode gives me so much material that I could literally write a series of posts. This is simply the way I look at it. This is me.

2381: An Unexpected Treasure

 I am deeply fascinated by the concept of "fragrance." Perhaps that is why, knowingly or unknowingly, it often finds a way into my writing. Today was one such day. Even though I was caught up in the middle of a very busy schedule, a particular aroma caught my attention it was so excellent and unique that it felt like finding a sudden treasure.

It so happened that I bought some sweet potatoes, washed them clean, and put them in the pressure cooker to boil. I had a mind to make something different today. While the cooker was on, I was busy multitasking as usual. But the moment I opened the lid, I stood completely still, like a statue.

The reason was the aroma. It was such an outstanding and unexpected fragrance—"Ahaha!" truly wonderful. It was so out of this world that I knew, even before tasting, how high the quality and sweetness of those sweet potatoes must be. That realization gave me a different kind of "josh" (energy) to prepare the dish. And indeed, the final dish turned out to be incredibly delicious.

I couldn't help but think: a huge thank you to the farmer who planted them, the soil that nourished them, the wind that helped them grow, and all the other best elements of nature. That fragrance was telling me a story about this entire "team." It was an experience that is hard to put into words. I never knew that a simple sweet potato could have such a magnificent smell. I really enjoyed it.

To this day, I am deeply moved by the smell of fresh milk boiling, the unique scents in a science lab, the "Mridgandh" (smell of earth) when rain hits the soil, the aroma of my mother’s simple dal (amti), and the smell of fresh ghee melting on hot Puranpoli. These fragrances give me so much inspiration; they force me to do every task with my full involvement and heart.

2380: एक अनपेक्षित आनंदाचा खजाना

मला 'सुगंध' ही संकल्पना अतिशय भावते. कदाचित म्हणूनच माझ्या हातून अनेकदा त्याबद्दल कळत-नकळत लिहिलं जातं. आज देखील असंच काहीसं झालं. कामाच्या प्रचंड गडबडीत असूनही एका विशिष्ट सुगंधाने माझं लक्ष वेधून घेतलं तो इतका उत्कृष्ट आणि वेगळा होता की जणू मला एखादा अनपेक्षित खजानाच सापडला!

त्याचं असं झालं की, मी आज काहीतरी वेगळं करण्याच्या हेतूने रताळी विकत आणली, स्वच्छ धुतली आणि कुकरला लावली. नेहमीप्रमाणे मी एकाच वेळी अनेक कामं करण्यात गर्क होते. अशातच कुकर झाला, मी त्याचं झाकण उघडलं आणि एखाद्या पुतळ्यासारखी स्तब्ध उभी राहिले.

काय तो सुगंध! अहाहा... इतका म्हणजे इतका उत्कृष्ट आणि जगावेगळा सुगंध आला की मी तृप्त झाले. जणू एखादी अनपेक्षित भेटच मिळाली! तो सुगंध इतका शुद्ध होता की ती रताळी किती उच्च दर्जाची आणि गोड असणार, हे चाखण्याआधीच समजलं. त्यामुळे त्या रताळ्यांचा पदार्थ तयार करताना एक वेगळाच जोश आला आणि तो पदार्थही तितकाच स्वादिष्ट झाला.

मनात विचार आला ज्या शेतकऱ्याने ती रताळी लावली असतील, ज्या मातीने ती जोपासली असतील, ज्या वाऱ्याने ती वृद्धिंगत केली असतील, त्या सर्व घटकांना माझा शतशः धन्यवाद! तो सुगंध मला त्या मातीच्या आणि कष्टाच्या 'चमू'बद्दल बरंच काही सांगून जात होता. शब्दात न मांडता येणारा तो एक विलक्षण अनुभव होता. एका साध्या रताळ्याचा इतका मस्त सुगंध असू शकतो, हे मला ठाऊकच नव्हतं.

मला आजतागायत निर्मळ ताज्या दुधाच्या उकळण्याचा, विज्ञान प्रयोगशाळेतील / प्रत्यक्ष मातीत पाऊस पडल्यावर येणाऱ्या मृद्गंधाचा, आईच्या हातच्या साध्या आमटीचा आणि गरमागरम पुरणपोळीवर साजूक तूप वितळल्यावर येणाऱ्या सुगंधाचा मनापासून लळा आहे. हे सर्व सुगंध मला एक मोठी प्रेरणा देऊन जातात आणि कोणतीही कृती पूर्णतः 'समरस' होऊन करण्यास भाग पडतात.

मज्जा आली आज!

2379: A Full Circle of Excellence: SCRI PhD Induction 2026

A huge thank you to SCRI (Symbiosis Centre for Research and Innovation) for always thinking differently and ensuring every PhD Induction is truly unique and impactful for the new breed of researchers. This year’s program was truly mesmerizing the "cherry on the cake" in every sense.

From 2013 to 2023, I never missed this thoughtfully designed induction. I have always loved listening to the global "who's who" of researchers and storytellers. The motivation these speakers provide to new scholars and guides is simply out of this world.

This year, SCRI did something truly special: they invited prestigious alumni (I think for the first time)  to converse with the newcomers. One of those chosen was Prof. Dr. Archana Chaudhari and she truly nailed it. Archana’s PhD journey was more than outstanding, marked by multiple papers, grants from giants like Microsoft, a research presentation in the capital of the USA, patents, and book chapters. Her list of achievements is endless, so it is no wonder SCRI selected her to lead this conversation.

I am extremely proud of her. Watching her journey from a novice to a successful SRF, and now to a PhD Guide herself, fills my heart with joy. HIS abundant blessings have been with her and will continue to shower upon her forever. Amen.

My thanks to SCRI, with a special mention to Prof. Dr Pohekar Sir and SIU. While I missed attending in person, had I known she was speaking, I would have been the most enthusiastic member of the audience clapping with tears of joy. I am certain the entire audience benefited immensely from her words.

2378: Black was Blacked Out

Today, on the auspicious occasion of Mahashivratri, I found myself surrounded by black black artifacts, emojis, gifs, video greetings and intricate rangolis. It was a stark contrast that took me back to my childhood. With due respect to all traditions, I felt compelled to jot down these thoughts on how much our perspectives have shifted.

Those were the days of a very specific family culture for girls where "black" was essentially blacked out. I don’t recollect seeing it anywhere around me not in our dresses, not in jewelry, and certainly not in our rangolis. I never knew the reason why, and I never asked.

I was very well known for my large and unique rangolis. While any other color was allowed to fill the background on the floor, black was strictly forbidden. In fact, it wasn't until I started working that I truly "bumped into" the existence of black rangoli powder. Even things like black nail paint only entered my consciousness much later, through my children.

I sometimes joke that perhaps those restrictions were why I was in a hurry to get married so I could finally, officially, wear those sacred black beads.

Back then, without any explicit superstition being explained, black was simply "not a good color." Yet today, I see it everywhere. It is in the rangolis at our doorsteps, in our festive sarees, and even in specially designed outfits for naming ceremonies. What was once avoided is now a statement of elegance.

I am at peace with both worlds the one with "no black" and the one with "all black." It is remarkable how much we have had to accept, adjust, and adopt in such a short span of years.

Felt like sharing, with due respect to the past and the present.

2377: The Thoughtfully Planned Bouquet

One of my senior friends, who now resides in a senior-living facility, continues to work as a specialized consultant in her niche area. After years in the corporate trenches, she now channels her skills and experience into providing remedies and mentorship to newcomers. Her routine is naturally fluid she moves as the work calls.

This week, she had a consulting session planned at the office. However, a sudden call followed: an invitation to stay for the next day as a guest of honor for another event. It was during this second gathering that she was felicitated with a large, thoughtfully planned bouquet.

By the time she returned home to her facility, it was late afternoon, and her neighbors were all tucked away for their privileged nap time. The next morning, she finally drew those beautiful, surprisingly fragrant flowers from her bag and placed them in her living room. The space was instantly transformed.

When a few friends dropped by later that day, the sight of the arrangement changed the atmosphere. They assumed someone truly special had sent them for the occasion, and they felt a collective sense of joy just being near them.

My friend who has undergone a total "inside-out" transformation in how she sees the world suddenly understood the "why" behind the series of events. The late call, the sudden change in the program, and the receiving of the bouquet on that specific day were all part of a larger design.

In an era where social media hypes up specific "days," there is something deeply grounding about receiving a gift with no strings attached. The room breathes with fresh fragrance, the colors of nature fill the eyes, and a simple gesture creates a ripple of happiness for everyone who enters.

It’s wonderful to look at life through this lens, isn’t it? A sudden shift in the schedule was simply the universe's way of ensuring the flowers arrived exactly the D-Day and when her friends needed to see them.

2376: AI in Research at ASM Group of Institutes

I would like to extend my deepest gratitude to the visionary leadership of the ASM Group of Institutes for organizing the expansive "AI Fest 2026." It was truly impressive to see an initiative that bridged every academic layer, from young school students to seasoned scholars.

A heartfelt thank you to the Directors, Principals, and the entire execution team for inviting me to contribute to this fest. Engaging with an institute that carries a legacy of over four decades was a privilege. The enthusiasm and active interaction from the participants made the sessions truly memorable.

The "cherry on top" was the seamless coordination. From the initial exchange of messages and calls to the meticulous arrangements at the venue, the attention to detail was superb. I am particularly touched by the thoughtful selection of the "more than perfect" bag provided for my goodies, bouquet, and certificate a small gesture that spoke volumes about the institute's hospitality.

Thank you to everyone involved for helping me reach a significant personal milestone: my 281st Faculty Development Program (FDP) on "AI in Research."

2375: Reaching the Roots

Today, my horizon increased. This invitation offered me a unique opportunity to reach back to the roots an experience that presented a refreshing intellectual challenge. While my typical audience consists of PhD researchers and post-graduate students, translating the complex world of AI into the intuitive logic of middle-school students proved to be a profound exercise in clarity and perspective.

I was honored to serve as the Chief Guest for the inauguration of "AI Fest 2026" at ASM' Empros International School, Talegaon. Having spent years conducting research workshops and teaching at advanced levels across Engineering, MBA, and Healthcare, I found immense value in distilling these concepts for students in 6th to 9th standard.

Explaining AI’s impact on society through relatable stories touching on Agriculture, Railways, Aqua Life, and Artificial Limbs was a breath of fresh air. I will not soon forget those bright, enthusiastic faces. Their discipline and interactive spirit created a superb energy that made the session truly memorable.

This successful initiative is a testament to the visionary leadership of the ASM Group, whose strong tech background truly empowers the school's academic culture. I am also deeply grateful to Respected Prof. Dr. Puri Mam, the Group Director, for inviting me; to Respected Ms. Sahastrabudhe Mam, the Principal; and to Prof. Dr. Desale Sir for their seamless coordination.

By reaching these roots, I found my own perspective broadened in ways I hadn't anticipated. It was a powerful reminder that the most fundamental levels of education are where the future is truly built.

2374: No one else can match the bond

The world is celebrating the week of love, and I still recollect his words exactly, as if he is saying them right now literally as if he is sitting right in front of me.

"You love me so much beta, it is so visible right now. You proved it."

At the time, I was zapped and clueless. I was in my tender years and didn't understand what was going on. Then it hit me: that was the day I made my first cup of tea for my dad. He enjoyed it thoroughly in his own style, and being a true linguist, he said that line because I had unknowingly poured in far too much sugar. I was simply unaware of the correct measurements per cup.

Just look at his awesome level of motivation. Those were the days, and that was the old generation. He had the option to scold me or shout, but he opted for the other side of the coin. No wonder he was the best in his class. He is my true "Galentine" or "Family Valentine" "Just Valentine"; there is so much to learn from him.

Love you, Dad. You are the only one.

2373: The invisible ingradient

 My dad was my universe, my university, and my hero literally. When I started cooking very early, I used to ask him why my dishes weren't as tasty as mom’s. I followed every step, observing everything, yet something was missing. He used to tell me that I wasn't pouring in that "extra special masala" that mom always used. He explained that her motherly wishes, the deep desire for her kids to eat well and grow poured into the pot automatically. He would encourage me, saying, "It’s okay, this is your dish with your flavors."

My beloved daughter and my superb soul of a son both love to eat, especially stuffed parathas. Today, I made and ate parathas, but the taste was different. Something was amiss, big time. I got the answer from my dad again virtually, this time. That one "masala" is still missing.

The way my kids used to enjoy those piping hot parathas, their satisfaction, our shared presence, and the fulfillment of making food for them all of that is completely absent. How can my own parathas taste the same without them? All the ingredients are fresh, and I am the same cook, but the experience is not the same. I miss my foody kids today a lot. It is difficult to eat a paratha alone; I am simply not used to it.

2372: Connecting the dots

 On one fine afternoon, a call arrived. A beautiful voice began a conversation that led to an invitation a request for me to speak on IPR, innovation, and AI at a prestigious institute in Pune. I went, I delivered the session, and from that day on, something changed. I began seeing innovation posts everywhere. Like a stream pouring in from all directions, I kept forwarding these gems to the same professor, requesting her to pass them on to her students. I continued this habit, always sharing, never quite knowing why I felt so compelled to do so.

Today, I finally understood why.

I am fortunate enough to have been invited by an international school to speak on AI, which is now an integral part of the CBSE curriculum. I am taken aback by the timing; salutes to HIS help, always.

When I sat down to prepare, I realized something wonderful. Instead of speaking only on AI, I prefer to focus on innovation first and the presentation was already there. It was hidden in all those forwards I had been sending out for months. My material was ready before the invitation even arrived. I am truly speechless at how the universe prepares us. I am now looking forward to this upcoming session and the vibrant energy that only vibrant, energetic school kids can bring.

2371: Stand-si

For years, as a teacher, standing was my superpower. Walking the aisles and reaching out to my students was second nature to me. But after dealing with leg issues, I found myself retreating. I became "glued to the chair," sitting whenever and wherever I could. Even into retirement, that habit of sitting stayed with me until recently.

A bit of a curveball has been thrown. Due to some temporary issues, sitting has become a trigger for pain. For now, sitting is off the table. But here is the beautiful thing: I refuse to see this as a restriction.

Instead of mourning the chair, I am celebrating the stand!

Something is forcing me to stand tall and firm again, and I am leaning into it with everything I’ve got. I am rediscovering the deep, visceral meaning of "standing on your own feet." My legs have regained the strength to support me through all my daily activities.

Yet, I am also looking at the other side of this same coin. I recognize that every small change is a challenge that tests the spirit. It requires effort to adapt, to shift, and to stay patient. But I remind myself that this season this discomfort and this forced change has come only to go. It is not permanent; it is just a passing cloud across the sky.

2370: Architecture of Forgiveness

Yet another extension of my journey in continuous learning arrived through a movie about the profound truth of forgiveness. Yesterday was a long day, one where aches and pains were in constant conversation, yet the title looked attractive enough to draw me in. I initially intended to just start it and save it to my library, but I found myself seriously glued to the screen from the very beginning.

This is truly my genre, and I loved every bit of it. The movie is titled "Christmas A La Mode." It is a nicely crafted piece of art, simple, with no unnecessary "hungama" or thriller sequences, yet deeply moving. I am well aware that movies are often true stories brought to life by familiar faces in studios, but this one carries a message that resonates beyond the screen.

If anyone proudly questions what it takes to forgive, or stands on the far end asking "why should I forgive," this is the movie to watch. I insist that you take out the time to watch it until the end. Even if this isn't your usual style, watch it for a change; it is truly an awesome piece of storytelling that provides the answers many are looking for.

2369: The Core

During my recent visits to the physiotherapist, I found myself in a classroom of a different kind. As she treated me, she explained the importance of the "core" to her students and interns, using the simplest terms for a non-medico like me. She spoke of a strong core being like the trunk of a tree the sturdier it is, the taller and more balanced it stands, bearing sweet fruits and wide branches.

As I listened, I began to see it through a broader lens. To me, a strong core isn't just a physical necessity; it is something that must be steady, powerful, sturdy, and ultimately indestructible. This core is our base, our root, and our ground. If the root is powerful, the entire structure remains upright and meaningful, never skewed. Building this sturdiness requires more than just physical movement; it demands a combination of mental, spiritual, and emotional exercises where consistency is key.

There is no such thing as being "too experienced" to work on the base. Even at this juncture, I realize that learning is a continuous cycle from everyone and at all times. The new lesson I carried home wasn't just about building strength, but about the habit of checking in randomly to ensure the core remains powerful enough to support and maintain all that has been built.

2368: The Quiet Gift

Forgiveness is a solid, strongly known concept that has served itself in front of me once again. I was enjoying my regular routine of watching a Christmas movie, "Christmas at the Amish Bakery" by Nicely Entertainment, based on the culture of a small town and community. Near the end, there was a statement about forgiveness that triggered these thoughts.

According to me, forgiveness is not based on calculations, and it is not something to feel proud of. It is not a transaction where you weigh who was right or wrong. Forgiveness is given to everyone for your own peace of mind, not for the sake of others.

We should not dwell on whether others were wrong or if they behaved wrongly toward us. In their way of looking at things, they believe they were correct and absolutely right. In their minds, others are the ones who are wrong, as is usually the case in human nature. There is no need to get into this cycle at all.

Things happened in the past for many reasons, some known and some unknown. You felt bad at that point in time, and you acted or reacted. That is okay it happens. But you should not store that garbage inside you. Throw it out. Forgive without comparison.

The goal is to work on it: to forgive so that you can forget. This allows you to concentrate on what is in your hand today, at this very moment. This shift will not happen overnight, but the effort needs to start quickly.

2367: ताव का ताबा

  मी आत्तापर्यंत बरेच जणं पहिले आहेत पण आज पुन्हा एकदा बघण्यात आले म्हणून लिहावसं वाटलं. केस पांढरे व्हायला लागले कि काळा रंग लावण्याची पद्धत आहे, अर्थात तरुण दिसण्यासाठी, वय लपवण्यासाठी, सोय आहे म्हणून, फॅशन म्हणून, लोक म्हणतात / सांगतात म्हणून, लोक काय म्हणतील म्हणून आणि अनेक वर्ष त्या रंगाची सवय झाली असते म्हणून. तर काही महानुभव असे आढळले कि ज्यांची त्यांच्या मिशीवर देखील ताव मारला होता, रंगवली होती. अर्थात मिशी त्यांची,पैसे त्यांचे, मेहेनत त्यांची, इच्छा पण त्यांचीच असो. हेच ते महानुभव जे उठसुठ येणा जाणाऱ्यांना लांबलचक सल्ले देत असतातच, त्यात कधीच ते मागे नसतात, जसे कि हे त्यांचे आदी कर्तव्यच आहे किंबहुना त्यांना सगळे समजते, त्यांनी जास्त पावसाळे बघितले आहेत, प्रचंड अनुभव गाठीशी आहे आणि अशी इतर अनेक कारणे आहेतच. अनेक पावसाळे आणि पांढरे केस म्हणजे वयस्क किंवा प्रगल्भ, जेष्ठ ई. नाही का? माझ्यामते एक काहीतरी निवडा मंडळी, मिशीवरचा ताव किंवा जिभेवरचा ताबा. दोन्ही कसे चालेल? एक पवित्रा निवडा? एक पात्र व्यवस्थित सादर करा, जेष्ठ समजत असाल तर ते तुमच्या वर्तवणुकीतून दिसू दे, बाता मारण्यातून नाही, वायफळ सल्ले देण्यातून नाहीच नाही, विचारले तर निश्चित मदत करा पण वेळ जावा म्हणून नाही, किंबहुना तो सत्कारणी लावा. अहो इतकी वर्षे तो काळा रंग जपलाय ना? (त्यांनी तुम्हाला जपलंय बरं का हे ध्यानात ठेवा), मग आता तो निखळ पांढरा रंग परिधान करून तर बघा बदल दिसेल, घडेल आणि हो तुम्हाला कदाचित बदलायला भाग पाडेल, अर्थात हे सगळं फारच वयक्तिकच आहे, मी फक्त इथे माझे निरीक्षण मांडले आहे.  

2366: Who Educates the Educated?

I recently found myself in a discussion about rural health specifically, why village families feed tea and biscuits to their children. The group was quick to cite iron deficiency and health risks, speaking with a clinical detachment that felt like a judgment. I couldn't resist reacting. As a mother, I admitted that I, too, had given my children tea occasionally for comfort during a cold or simply for a shared moment of fun. The room suddenly went cold; I felt their gaze shift as if they were conversing with the most "illiterate" woman on earth.

But I didn't stop there. My counter-question was ready. If we are so concerned with health, why do the most learned individuals doctors who know the human body better than anyone occasionally indulge in smoking, drinking, or processed fast foods? Why is it acceptable to consume expensive, synthetic protein powders and eat out at restaurants, yet "horrible" when a villager shares a cup of tea?

We are quick to say we must "educate" the villagers, and I agree. But who is going to educate the learned? Before we crib about the habits of the poor, we must look at the "sophisticated" toxins we choose for ourselves. You must be the answer you are looking for.

2365: Finding Your Core Tool in a Sea of Options

In my signature AI workshops usually a week-long journey followed by a reflective Saturday "Masterclass" I cover 35 to 40 different tools. As we conclude, the most frequent question I face is: "Out of all these platforms, which one should I choose?"

My answer lies in the arrangement of a grand orchestra, much like the one I watch on Indian Idol. Notice the two synthesizer players at the front; they are consistent, permanent fixtures for every song. Then come the guitarists, the tabla players, and the drummers, who shift gears or join in only as the melody demands.

Choosing your AI toolkit is no different. You must find your "Synthesizer" that one core platform you trust implicitly. As they say on the show “Say Yes to the Dress,” (on TLC) the most important thing is that the dress must like the bride.

Pick a primary tool and build a friendship with it. Master the art of the prompt so that the platform truly "likes" the Researcherful You. Other tools are just supporting instruments; they will come and go based on the narration of your research story and the needs of the hour.

2364: Signature Sweetness

It began at a Ganapati Mela a simple stall of homemade chocolates that caught my daughter’s eye and mine. That stall belonged to a neighbor, Rupali, who would soon become the "silent partner" in my professional journey. Without realizing it then, a beautiful tradition was born: I eventually refused to enter an industrial MDP or an academic FDP without a box full of homemade magic.

Rupali was more than a chocolatier; she was my creative sounding board. I remember with such warmth how she had the immense patience of the entire world as she sat with me, listening to long, detailed descriptions of my upcoming sessions. I would discuss at length:

• The nuances of the topic and the participants' backgrounds.

• The exact number of participants and the duration of the event.

• The "overall face" and energy I wanted the session to project.

She breathed life into my wildest ideas, never saying "no" to my requests for unique flavors, shapes, or sizes.

I still vividly remember my sessions for Western Coal Fields, where we distributed "gold medals" chocolates meticulously tied with red ribbons. The participants didn't just learn about data; they felt celebrated. Every single treat was:

• Wrapped with Love: You could feel the affection in the precision of the packaging.

• Tailored with Thought: She would include one-liners, quotes, and research tips specifically chosen for the audience we had discussed.

Now, I have uprooted and rerooted to a new location. My sessions are still high-energy, filled with AI tools and storytelling, but I feel a profound void. Entering a workshop without my "tasty buddies" feels like showing up without my soul.

The AI and the eithcal research shortcuts are all there but the heart is missing. I find myself wishing for a bit of magic to bring that "Signature Sweetness" back to my work. To say I miss her is an understatement; it is something "beyond."

Miss you, Rupali.

2363: Internal growth

While surfing YouTube, I came across a video by a very senior, self-proclaimed "spiritual and renowned" person exploring a famous pilgrimage site. I had seen his work before (with stationary camera though), but this time, I was taken aback not by the location, but by the lack of discipline in the delivery.

The camera movements were beyond irritating. The speed and randomness were so chaotic that any sense of purpose or calmness was lost. Here is a person who claims decades of experience and spiritual depth, yet his video reflects a "messed-up" state of mind.

Spirituality is supposed to build steadiness, stability, and acceptance over time. If your camera is scrolling so fast that the viewer’s eyes are physically pained, where is that "spiritual calmness" in your deeds? If you are not good at the craft, have the humility to hand the lens to someone who is. A senior expert should know that it takes a few seconds to truly look at what you are showing. Stability isn't just a word; it should be visible in every frame you post. External deeds should reflect internal growth