The Uber Driver in Zurich

 THE UBER DRIVER IN ZURICH 

Yesterday, something very ordinary happened. Yet I have a feeling I will remember it for a very long time.

We had just come out of a large shopping complex in Zurich. The next task seemed simple enough—get an Uber back to the hotel.

Simple? Not quite.

The place had exits everywhere. Different levels, different directions, signs that seemed to create more confusion than clarity. Finding the right pickup point felt like solving a puzzle without all the pieces.

And before anyone suggests it, no, I am not one of those people who can effortlessly move the pin on a map and place it exactly where the driver should arrive. Maps and I have maintained a respectful distance throughout my life.

I asked a few people for help. Most gave me vague directions with great confidence. There is something refreshing about someone simply saying, "Sorry, I don't know." At least you know where you stand.

Eventually, one gentleman pointed us in the right direction.

Feeling relieved, I turned around and started walking. Unfortunately, solving one problem did not mean I had become more alert. Within seconds, I almost tripped over a low stone bench and banged my shin.

A small reminder that life has a way of keeping us humble.

We stood there, bags in hand, waiting.

I booked the Uber.

Nine minutes.

When I told my wife, she gave me that look. Married couples will understand. The look that says, "After all this effort, this is your plan?"

I was carrying two shopping bags, the afternoon was warm, and I prepared myself for the wait.

Then something unexpected happened.

The nine minutes disappeared.

The screen read:

"Your driver YOHANNES is here."

The car pulled up just a few feet behind me. Two passengers stepped out.

It was my Uber.

For a moment, I simply stood there, slightly stunned.

I cannot explain why, but it felt like one of those quiet moments when life reminds you that sometimes our worries are unnecessary. We do what we can, say a silent prayer, and the answer arrives at exactly the right moment.

We got into the car.

The journey to the hotel was only about fifteen minutes. But Yohannes made those minutes memorable.

From the moment he greeted us, there was a warmth about him. No forced conversation. No artificial friendliness. Just genuine kindness.

He told us he was from Eritrea and had been living in Switzerland for almost twenty years. As we spoke, you could sense the journey behind those years. Here was a man who had worked hard to build a life for his wife and children.

There was no complaining. No bitterness. No desire to impress.

Just quiet dignity.

We spoke about families, countries, travel and life. We exchanged stories, laughed at the similarities between our experiences, and discovered how quickly strangers can connect when they simply take the time to listen.

Before long, it felt less like a passenger and a driver and more like two people who had known each other much longer.

Some people have that rare quality. They make you comfortable almost immediately. They leave you feeling that a simple conversation has somehow become meaningful.

When we reached the hotel, I gave him a tip with the small change I had in my pocket. It was not much, but it came with genuine gratitude.

Then I surprised myself.

I asked him if we could take a photograph together.

I have never done that with an Uber driver before.

We shook hands, exchanged blessings and thanks, smiled for the picture, and then he drove away.

The chances are that I will never see Yohannes again.

Yet I woke briefly during the night and found myself thinking about him.

He was also the first person who came to mind this morning.

Strange, isn't it?

Some people are part of our lives for years and leave little impression.

Others enter our story for just fifteen minutes and somehow leave a lasting mark.

Perhaps that is one of life's quiet lessons.

Every person we meet is carrying a story we know nothing about. Behind every job, every smile, every journey, there is a life filled with hopes, struggles, sacrifices and dreams.

In our busy lives, we often rush past people without ever knowing their story.

Sometimes, if we slow down long enough, we are given a glimpse.

Yesterday I booked an Uber.

What I remember today is not the ride or the destination.

I remember a man named Yohannes from Eritrea, a simple conversation, and a reminder that the most meaningful connections often come when we least expect them.

Some people leave a mark you cannot explain .

The NEET FIASCO

 Must add my bit.....

When Democracy Responds: The NEET Controversy and the Power of Peaceful Protest

The NEET controversy has reaffirmed that democracy is strongest when citizens refuse to accept injustice in silence. Students, parents, teachers and concerned citizens across India raised serious questions about alleged paper leaks and examination irregularities that threatened confidence in one of the country's most important examinations. Their response was overwhelmingly peaceful, rooted in the Gandhian belief that change is achieved through reason rather than confrontation.

 They sought neither favours nor exceptions—only a fair investigation, transparency and accountability. The authorities were compelled to act, demonstrating that peaceful public engagement remains one of democracy's greatest strengths.

This was never just about an examination. It was about the hopes of millions of young people whose futures depend on a system that rewards merit and inspires trust. The tragic suicides associated with the immense pressures of competitive examinations were a sobering reminder of the human cost when confidence in that system is shaken.

 Anyone found responsible for wrongdoing must be identified through due process and, where the evidence warrants, prosecuted and held accountable. The lasting measure of success will not be the exposure of those who betrayed the system, but the restoration of every student's faith that honesty, hard work and ability—not dishonesty—determine success.

Don't crave the applause

 Don’t Uproot Your Garden to Prove It Is Growing

Maybe your garden isn’t flourishing because every time a plant begins to grow, you pull it out of the soil to show your neighbours how strong its roots have become.

It sounds strange, doesn’t it? Yet, in many ways, we do the same in life.

A garden does not grow because the gardener keeps digging around the roots to check the progress. It grows because the gardener has patience — watering it, caring for it, removing the weeds, and trusting that the work being done beneath the surface will eventually show.

The roots are invisible, but they are the reason the plant stands tall.

Sometimes we forget this. We become so eager to prove that we are succeeding that we interrupt our own growth. We want people to notice the flowers before the roots are strong. We seek recognition before the foundation is ready.

But true growth takes time. Whether it is our character, relationships, knowledge, or dreams, the most important work often happens quietly, away from the eyes of others.

A wise gardener does not keep pulling out plants to prove they are growing. They nurture them patiently and allow them to become what they were meant to be.

Perhaps life is the same.

Tend to your garden. Give it time. Trust the process. Let it grow.

Because the most beautiful gardens are not the ones that constantly seek attention.

They are the ones that quietly bloom.

Mentor or Coach

 Someone recently asked me, “Are you a mentor or a coach?”

After 4 decades in education, and most of those years in leadership, I would say I am probably a bit of both.

Having said that, if I had to put a number to it, I would probably say I am 90% mentor and 10% coach. The years of experience, the lessons learnt and the situations I have faced naturally make me lean towards mentoring. But coaching is important too — helping people think, question and find their own answers.

I have always believed that helping people starts with listening. Ask the right questions, understand their thinking, share experiences and help them find their own way forward.

I have never been one for fancy words or modern-day jargon that sometimes makes simple things complicated. I believe in keeping things clear and practical — understand the situation, find solutions, get the job done and help others do the same.

I know some people may feel a little uncomfortable when I interview them because I tend to ask direct questions. It is not about putting anyone on the spot. It is because I value honest conversations and want to understand the person behind the answers — their thinking, their approach and what really drives them.

I can be direct. I can be impatient at times. But it comes from wanting things to improve and wanting people to succeed. I believe in giving honest feedback, even when it is difficult, but always with respect and the intention to help.

I try to keep learning, reading widely and staying aware of what is happening around me. I don’t have all the answers — none of us do. The day we stop learning is the day we stop growing.

After all these years, what I value most is the journey — the people I have met, the challenges that have tested me, the lessons I have learnt and the privilege of helping others grow.

So, am I a mentor or a coach? Perhaps a little of both. I believe in keeping things simple, treating people with respect, asking honest questions and, when needed, having the courage to say things as they are.

The Great indian cricket dilema

 The Great Indian Cricket Conversation — A Mirror of Us 🏏

In India, cricket is rarely just a game. It is a daily conversation, a national habit and sometimes even an emotional courtroom where every fan becomes judge, jury and selector.

From tea stalls to offices, from family gatherings to social media groups, cricket debates are everywhere. The passion is unmatched, the opinions are endless and the confidence is extraordinary.

One of the most entertaining spectacles in Indian cricket does not always happen on the field. Often, the real drama begins long before the first ball is bowled.

Millions of passionate fans become selectors, coaches and strategists overnight. Living rooms, workplaces and online platforms transform into unofficial selection committees.

The confidence is remarkable. Every opinion is delivered with the authority of someone who has just walked out of a national selection meeting!

“Pick him.”

“Drop him.”

“Bring him back.”

“Give the youngster a chance.”

Sometimes the team is selected by fans before the official announcement is even made.

And then comes the inevitable question:

Have you made your own selections?

Who would you pick?

Who would you leave out?

Do you agree with the coach, captain and selectors — or do you believe you know better?

After all, every cricket fan has a team in their mind, a strategy they believe would work and a player they feel deserves an opportunity.

Who should play Test cricket? Who belongs in the ODI squad? Who is the ideal choice for T20? Everyone has an answer, and everyone believes their answer is the right one.

The coach is questioned. The captain is praised one week and criticised the next. The selectors are either celebrated as brilliant thinkers or criticised for poor decisions. Very rarely does anyone accept that the reality may be more complex.

Statistics become weapons. Averages, strike rates, fitness reports and past performances are brought out like evidence in a courtroom. Every supporter builds a strong case for the player they believe deserves a place.

But that is what makes Indian cricket fascinating. It is never just about eleven players on a field. It becomes a reflection of our emotions, loyalties and sometimes our desire to prove that our opinion was correct.

Modern cricket has also added another dimension — the business behind the sport.

Who earns what? Who has the biggest IPL contract? Who attracts the most endorsements? Who deserves more and who deserves less?

The conversation moves beyond runs and wickets into questions of value, fairness and reputation.

Naturally, another national debate follows:

“Who has earned the opportunity?”

“Who deserves more time?”

“Is selection based only on performance?”

“Are reputation and past achievements carrying too much weight?”

These questions appear after every series, every tournament and sometimes after every match.

A player’s entire career can suddenly be judged by one poor innings or one expensive spell. Years of discipline, sacrifice and achievement can be forgotten in a few moments.

At the same time, a player’s selection can become a matter of intense discussion. Fans search for explanations, question decisions and try to understand choices made behind closed doors.

The reality is that selection is among the toughest jobs in sport.

Those making the decisions see things the public may never know — fitness levels, training performances, team balance, future planning and countless conversations within the team environment.

Of course, selectors can make mistakes. Players can be given too many chances, overlooked for too long or selected when another option appears stronger.

But every decision carries the same challenge: choosing one player often means leaving out another talented individual.

And finally, the moment everyone has been waiting for arrives — the match itself.

The player who was criticised and questioned walks out and scores a magnificent century.

Suddenly, opinions change. The same player becomes a “match winner”, a “champion” and someone who “always had the ability”.

A superstar fails in the next game, and the conversation shifts again.

“Has he lost his touch?”

“Is it time for someone new?”

“Should another player get the opportunity?”

Yesterday’s hero can quickly become today’s debate.

A young player is selected and questions are raised about who was left out. Another talented player misses an opportunity and disappointment follows.

Everyone wants fairness, but everyone has a different definition of what fairness means.

Former players analyse. Television studios debate. Social media delivers instant reactions. Every decision is examined, every mistake magnified and every performance remembered — often only until the next game.

Perhaps that is why Indian cricket is so captivating.

It reveals something about all of us.

We like certainty in an uncertain world. We like predicting the future, even though the future has a habit of surprising us. We celebrate success quickly and judge failure even faster.

The reality is simple: there are only eleven places in a playing XI. With India’s depth of talent today, several world-class teams could be created from those waiting outside.

Someone deserving will miss out. Someone talented will have to wait. Someone great will occasionally fail.

That is not a problem. It is the privilege of having extraordinary talent.

So let us continue to debate, argue, celebrate and disagree. That passion is what makes Indian cricket unique.

But perhaps we should remember:

Selectors are human.

Players are human.

And the millions watching from the sidelines are human too.

We all get carried away. We all change our minds. We all love a comeback story.

Because that is the beauty of sport — and perhaps the beauty of life.

The player we question today may surprise us tomorrow. The decision we criticise today may look different with time. And the opinion we defend with complete confidence today may be the one we rethink tomorrow.

Cricket keeps teaching us the same lesson: stay humble, stay open and never write the final chapter too early.

After all, the next ball has not been bowled yet.

The Bishop's School, Pune The Bishop's School Alumni Association

Pune you're amazing

 Pune, You're Amazing... One Scooter Ride Proved It

Today, for the first time in over a decade, I climbed onto the back of a scooter.

It was only a short ride. Too short to justify calling an Uber, and too far to walk comfortably. "How bad can it be?" I thought.

Those were the last sensible words that crossed my mind.

The moment we pulled away, I was transported back about twenty-five years to my days at Bishop's. Back then, my scooter carried our little family everywhere. My wife sat behind me, one of our young daughters stood in front, proudly holding the handlebars, while our other daughter squeezed between us. It never seemed unusual. Somehow, it always worked.

This time, it was a different story.

I'm no longer that young man who thought he was indestructible. I was also flying back to Dubai later that day, and the last thing I wanted was a back spasm or a bruised leg before boarding my flight.

The weather, I must admit, was glorious. There was the gentlest drizzle, the air was wonderfully cool, and for a fleeting moment I almost felt I was somewhere in the hills. The breeze on my face was delightful.

Then reality returned.

My hair was all over the place. I looked as though I had been pulled through a hedge... legs first.

Vehicles seemed to be coming from every direction. Cars honked. Buses lumbered past. Motorcycles and scooters whizzed by my legs so closely that I was tempted to tuck both feet up onto the seat.

Then the wildlife joined in. Dogs darted across the road. A herd of buffaloes ambled through as if they owned it. A cow sat calmly in the middle of the road while everyone else figured out how to get around her.

Then came the potholes.

Every bump launched me into the air. I was convinced one particularly enthusiastic pothole would send me sailing over the rider's head. I held on with rather more determination than dignity.

Meanwhile, my imagination was working overtime. What if my back suddenly went into spasm? What if I clipped my leg on a passing motorcycle? What if I dropped the little bag I was carrying and watched twenty vehicles run over it before I could retrieve it?

Amazing how many disasters the mind can imagine in a journey lasting barely five minutes.

As we bounced over potholes, crawled over speed breakers and swerved around obstacles, I couldn't help wondering whether this is one reason so many people in Pune complain of back problems.

By the time we reached our destination, I climbed off with enormous relief. I was fine, my bag was still with me, and I had acquired a whole new respect for the millions of people who negotiate Indian roads on two wheels every day.

Twenty-five years ago, riding a scooter was just another part of life.

Today, simply sitting on the back of one felt like an act of courage.

Pune, you're amazing. One scooter ride proved it.

Know When to Cut Your Losses

 Know When to Cut Your Losses

One of life's hardest decisions is not knowing when to begin. It's knowing when to stop.

Most of us have faced that dilemma at some stage. We remain in a job that no longer challenges us, stay in a business that has lost its direction, hold on to investments hoping they will recover, or postpone important personal decisions because we've already invested so much time, effort and emotion.

The future is rarely crystal clear. More often, it's hazy. Yet we carry on, fingers—and sometimes even our toes—crossed, hoping tomorrow will somehow be better than today. Hope is important, but on its own it is rarely enough.

We even have a name for it—the sunk cost fallacy: our tendency to persist because of what we've already invested rather than because the future genuinely justifies it.

Over the years, I have watched people hold on far longer than they should, convinced that one more month, another year ,one more effort or one more opportunity will turn things around. Sadly, it often doesn't. They lose more than money or status. They lose confidence, enthusiasm and, eventually, hope. By then, they are not just disappointed; they are despondent and emotionally dejected and  drained.

As I look back on my own career, I realise this lesson has shaped many of my decisions.

I was born and educated in Allahabad and began my career as a Grade 5 teacher. Life was comfortable and predictable, but I sensed that if I wanted to grow, I needed to step outside my comfort zone. So I moved to Pune. There were sacrifices to make but I had to make them.

It turned out to be one of the best decisions I ever made. I had the privilege of working under an exceptional leader and alongside experienced colleagues whose wisdom shaped my thinking far more than any textbook or training programme could have. Looking back, I probably stayed in Pune five years longer than I should have. Yet I don't regret those years. They taught me patience, leadership and the importance of learning from people who had travelled the road before me.

Eventually another opportunity came my way, and I moved to the UAE. Once again, I was leaving behind familiarity for uncertainty. I had no idea what lay ahead, but that decision opened doors I could never have imagined.

Those experiences taught me that moving on is not admitting failure. Sometimes it is simply recognising that one chapter has run its course and another is waiting to be written.

The same principle applies beyond careers. Wise investors know that every investment should have an exit strategy. Knowing when to sell is every bit as important as knowing when to buy. Businesses discontinue products that no longer have a future. Leaders change direction when circumstances change. Holding on is not always a sign of resilience. Sometimes it is simply fear disguised as perseverance.

Today, when I face an important decision, I ask myself one question:

If I were making this decision for the first time today, knowing what I know now, would I still choose this path?

If the answer is no, it may be time to let go.

Cutting your losses is not about giving up.

It's about having the wisdom to let go of one path so that you can discover another.

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