• Technology on Earth

    Change is the only constant in life. Mankind adapts fastest to change making us the smartest specie on the planet. The biggest technological change of modern times last took place as the First Industrial Revolution that started in 1800s. It changed the way we did things and transformed us from an agrarian society to an industrialized society. With the launch of machines doing jobs like production of textiles, cultivation of crops and transporting goods and people, mankind was freed from performing effort intensive jobs. This provided them opportunities to explore, innovate and achieve new frontiers be it in space, arms race or healthcare. Countries which lead this Revolution are called Developed Countries. Countries which joined the wagon later are, even today, called “Developing”.

    We are the cusp of another large-scale evolution that will transform the face of this planet yet again. This is being called the Fourth Industrial Revolution. We have already witnessed technology permeating into our lives in the subtlest of ways. From driverless cars, humanoids and remote managed space vehicles, we have leveraged automation in all spheres of life. The World Economic Forum predicts that by the year 2022, 37% companies will be using Stationary Robots and 33% companies will be using Non Humanoid Land Robots. This means that within the next 5 years, roughly one-third of industries will have adopted Robotics in some form. The report also indicates that 75 million current job roles may be displaced by the shift in the division of labour between humans, machines and algorithms, while 133 million new job roles may emerge at the same time. Imagine the trend growing into the coming 10 years or 15 years, roughly the time when our children will start looking for jobs.
    The speed at which the world is changing makes it extremely difficult to predict, much less plan for the next big thing. Given that most jobs of today will be taken over by machines, will there be any jobs left for our children to perform? History tells us that when machines take over human jobs, it frees humans to perform more complex and innovative jobs. CEO of freelancing website Upwork recently commented that AI and robotics will create more jobs, not mass unemployment — as long as we responsibly guide innovation. While we cannot really predict what the jobs of the future will look like, we can safely assume what kind of skills will be needed for these future jobs. Through these series of blogs, I endeavor to help parents enable their children to be future ready. Stephen Hawking once said “Intelligence is the ability to change.” Through these blog, I hope parents of today will make intelligent choices that will impact the future of their children positively. In the end, I hope that this generation of children will be the conscious creators of the change leading mankind to it’s next level of evolution.

  • One late evening I was talking to a mother about Homeschooling. Like most good parents, she was concerned about providing enough stimulation to her 2.5 and 4.5 year olds. I could sense pride in her voice when she told me how she was learning carpentry so she could redecorate her children’s room. She walked me through her plan of laying brightly colored peg boards and cozy spaces in the room so her children love their space and are completely engaged. How I wish, I had the heart to tell her that she was focusing her energies in the wrong place. While I was so proud of her taking all the effort to learn carpentry, I couldn’t help but feel sympathy for her. For not so long ago, I was exactly in her shoes, trying to create the perfect external environment for my children.

    As parents, we somehow take our role so seriously. We believe that the health, wealth, happiness or in short the entire life of our children is our responsibility. We are supposed to ensure they are happy each second, healthy each day and wealthy for the rest of their life. Seriously!?! Is this even possible? Even if it was possible, is it even needed? Do we really think that our children are not capable of keeping themselves happy/healthy/wealthy and we need to take care of all their needs? Do we really think that children have no idea of what they want in life and need to coached and guided all the time? Do we really think that we were the last generation that was gifted a brain? Do we, Really??

    The sad reality is that we do. We constantly believe that we are smarter, more intelligent and more experienced than our children and therefore it is our natural duty to safeguard their present and their future. We are constantly working hard in creating experiences for the child hoping that our children are stimulated in the positive direction. I was pretty much the same a few years ago. However, in spite of my best efforts to keep them engaged, my children continued to have extreme mood swings, were distracted most of the time and did not seem happy or satisfied most part of the day. For a while, I tried working harder creating more sources of external stimulation. Beautiful rooms, best art supplies, latest technology gadgets – I had invested in all. We even traveled half the world trying to create the perfect experiences for our children. My children seemed happy for up to a week with each new addition but soon they would slip back into their, “I am bored” frame of mind. My biggest moment of meta cognition came when my daughter, standing right in the middle of Disneyland in California had tears in her eyes out of sheer boredom.

    Through all her adolescent years, it was a common thing for her to walk up to me and state, “I am bored!” stating it in a way that felt that it was my problem that she was bored. She was trying to tell me that I had to get up and do something to stop her from feeling bored. For a long time, I tried. And then, one fine day, I realized her boredom was not a problem to be solved by “me”. It was an opportunity for “her” to harness. A lot of reading, research and training time went behind, me, arriving at this realization. I am glad I did. After this realization, I stopped intervening to change her state of boredom. At max, I would proudly exclaim,” Wow! You are bored! You know that’s a gift! That means you have been gifted with more time than the number of tasks you have! You know how lucky you are! You have free time! ” I did not say this in a sarcastic kind of way. I genuinely felt and believed it, not only for her but also for me.

    For a while, she thought I had gone crazy. She just did not feel the same way as I did. However, having heard me say this repeatedly over a period of time, forced her to start thinking about Boredom as a Gift. She started feeling lucky about being bored. She started thinking about things she could possibly do because she had more time than she had previously imagined. Now a days, for most part of the day, she has figured out what to do with her time. Since we are homeschooling, she has more free time than most of her peers. Yet, I feel, she is more constructively occupied most part of the day than she was when she was in full time school. Off late, I rarely create experiences for our children. They create their own experiences using the limited amount of tools, gadgets, supplies and friends they have. I believe, even if we run out of everything else, we still have our unending imagination to keep us engaged. In fact, the more we use our imagination the more it grows. The only difference is that in place of using our imagination to get bored, we have to use our imagination to paint walls, fix broken things, cook exotic dishes, dig for dinosaur bones, look for hidden treasures, share our feelings with those we love, create stories and live our life as it was always meant to be lived.

    When we were children, all we did was climb trees, create stories and run around on roads. No one ever tried to stimulate us. We were stimulated by our own internal desire to do something, to stay happy. Even today, a one year old child doesn’t need toys, holidays or even friends to be happy. He/she is happy just exploring and observing the world around him using leaves, grass, spoons or if nothing else their own hands and feet. It is we, parents, who create so many sensory experiences for our child that we make our child dependent on these for their sense of joy. Any day, we fail to keep them busy their joy turns into frustration and anger.

    My sincere advice for parents working on creating external stimulants for your child is, “Please Stop!”. Please don’t make your children’s learning and enjoyment be dependent on stimulation that you provide. If you want to do anything, encourage and guide your child to be engaged on their own. Be there for your child, in person not with the materialistic gifts that you bring along. Use your own imagination to stay engaged and connected with your child. Don’t rely on expensive holidays and fancy resorts to help you connect with your child. Don’t tell your children to stop using the phone when you, yourself, are stuck with it the most part of the day, even on holidays. In essence, be the adult you want your child to grow up to be.

    Having said all the above, I don’t mean to say that external stimulation is not important. It is important and we should invest in it. The danger in today’s world is that we are making our children dependent completely dependent on external environment for their happiness. Both learning and happiness should come within the child first before we provide them external stimulus. If the child is unhappy within, no amount of outside add on activities will make them happy.

    How are you engaging the child is not important. How is the child engaging themselves is what is important. I have learnt it the hard way. I hope this post makes it a little bit easier for you.

  • kitchen

    Two burnt fingers
    Three chopped nails
    Dozen blackened scars
    Two aching feet
    Some gifts from my kitchen to me

    Baking powder that always runs out
    Yeast that never fails to expire
    Brown Sugar that’s always wet
    Butter who forgot to be soft
    More gifts from my kitchen to me

    Failed cakes
    Burnt cookies
    Bitterly bitter chocolate
    Crystallised ice cream
    Sigh! Gifts from my kitchen to me

    Hundred giggles
    Thousand smiles
    Tons of messy clothes
    Forty flour lathered fingers
    Couple batter smeared cheeks
    Twinkling eyes
    Drooling Tongues, altogether adding to
    Four Happy Children
    Best gifts from my kitchen to me
    Thank you dear kitchen for letting us be

  • I wonder at what stage during the human civilization, we completely accepted –

    1. Hating Monday’s because we had to go back to work

    2. Loving last day of exams because we could stop learning

    3. Happily sending our children back to school even when we know that they hate going to school

    4. Day in, day out keep doing things that we hate but have convinced ourselves we don’t have an alternative

    If we can’t do what we love, can we at least try and love what we are doing? If we can’t learn to love what we are doing, can we at least stop hating what we are doing? Do we, really, want to live the rest of our lives hating what we do? More importantly, do we, really, want our children to live the rest of their lives loving to hate what they do?

  • Yog explaining importance of digestive system :

    First I will drink milk. It will go in my stomach and then in my intestines. From there the energy will go in the blood. Then the blood will get the energy into my arms. Only when energy comes into my arms, can I start doing my homework.

    Mama, you have to learn to wait for energy to travel in the body.

    P.S. _ Yogs drawing of the Digestive System

    #homeschoolinglife

    #digestiveSystem

  • Soon, there will be a day when all Children will learn the same way

    When Nature kills all oranges, lemons and strawberries to only produce apples

    When artistes have hanged themselves and writers have been exiled

    When only bankers are needed to protect our money and doctors, engineers or teachers will die

    Oh! Don’t despair! There is still tons on hope for this day to come

    When all children will learn the same way

    When everyone will follow rules by the book

    When no one will question the power of a few

    When man kind doesn’t dream anymore

    When all children will learn the same way

    Till such time, keep you head low, your eyes downcast

    Set aside your brain and never raise a question

    Leave behind your memories and your wishes

    Just breathe till one day you no longer feel the need to do so

    For that day is soon going to come when all children will learn the same way

  • I am changing the world, making it a better place

    I save lives each day, give hope where there’s none

    I am a doctor

    I haven’t spoken to my father in the last 5 years

    I am changing the world, making it a better place

    I guide CEOs on their investment decisions

    I am a Banker

    I don’t know which grade my daughter is in or who she is dating

    I am changing the world, making it a better place

    I nurture young minds on how to develop their free thought

    I am a teacher

    I don’t have time to heed to the idiosyncrasies of my Mother in law

    I am changing the world, making it a better place

    I work with the under privileged, being there for those who don’t have anyone else

    I am a social worker

    My mother killed her self out of depression

    I am changing the world, making it a better place

    I guide my team to become better versions of themselves

    I am a leader

    My child is a drug addict

    I am changing the world, making it a better place

    I really hope someone,out there, is working on helping my world too

  • I was thinking I was normal

    as normal as I could be

    Living in my own world

    Can’t decide who I am supposed to be

    To hate or to love

    To disgust or to like

    To go under or above

    Reaching for my goals, moving towards the sky

    To dance or to fight

    I was born thinking I was normal

    As normal as I could be

    Where people would be telling what is important for me

    Whether to study or to play

    To fail or to pass

    To go or to stay

    And to stay in which class

    But I was wrong

    I am not normal

    I am lucky as lucky as I can be

    Where people do not rule me

    To study or to play

    To fail or to pass

    Or what to say

    I am not ruled but I am taught

    Thanks to these lovely parents that I got


    Toyna wrote this poem in short 10-15 minutes. I loved it so much that I wanted her to put it on her blog. She didn’t and the paper kept floating around from one table to another. I didn’t want to lose it, so I decided to earn brownie points from my readers and put it on my blog.

    Needless to say, my life is full or gratitude for the love and joy we experience every day.

  • Just the other day, I was talking about our recent shift to Homeschooling with a close friend. Like most people who are not Homeschoolers themselves, she was in awe of the decision to Homeschool. She said, “But Shilpa, that’s a huge responsibility! How do you manage that?”

    My response, “What makes you think I am capable of taking up this responsibility? I am definitely not the right person for this. I am not taking this responsibility because this is not mine to take. It belongs to my children. They are their own responsibility. I am just transferring their rightful responsibility back on them.” There was a silence for a few seconds on both sides of the line. As I said these words out loud, I, myself,  realized that this was indeed much deeper than the way I had just said it.

    When I started homeschooling, it was more from the point of view of giving more freedom to my children. Even in those days, I had felt that ensuring their end to end learning and readiness for the future was my responsibility. But as months have slipped by and I have seen my son bloom in all respects, I have slowly let go of my beliefs and started transferring his responsibility onto himself. For example, he decides which classes he wants to keep and which ones he wants to let go. For now he likes Taekwondo and Piano. We just gave up Kumon. He decides which books he wants to do for the day for read/write/math. He decides how much he wants to eat and when he wants to sleep. He decides how much he wants to study and what games he wants to play thereafter.

    Like most mothers, in the initial days, I was scared of giving the freedom. I was sure given the choice, my son would never want to study. Given the choice, he would never stay inside the house. Given the choice, he would never sleep. But I was wrong. The more freedom I gave, the more responsible he has become for himself. Likewise with my daughter, even though she is yet to start Homeschooling. Six months into this journey, I see a world of difference in our household. I do lose my logical mind some days and step back into my “Responsible Parenting” shoes. This is when our household resembles a mental asylum with me being the primary patient in need of care.

    So why is that we don’t let children be responsible for themselves? Why do we think that children are the parents responsibility? This is essentially because we think that children cannot be responsible on their own. We do not trust our children to take care of themselves. Of course we have a million examples behind us when they were irresponsible and landed in a mess which we had to clean up later. But honestly, don’t we, too, make mistakes all the time? Don’t we get messed up all the time? Now that our parents are too old to look after us, no one cleans up after our mess. We just have to sweep it up ourselves and learn not to make the same mess again. So why don’t we allow our children to fail, make a mess and pick up the mess themselves? What is so wrong about messing up, when it is such a wonderful opportunity to learn. In fact the more we fail early on in life, the more lessons we would have learnt for latter life. Adults, of today, go through mid life crisis at 30 and early old age crisis at 40. Followed by diabetes and blood pressure by 50 and heart attacks at 55. All this because we have not learnt how to deal with failure, even today.

    Another parent also confided in me that her children are not capable of taking right decisions. She has no choice but to decide for them. I thought, “Well! that goes for me too! I am not sure I can take right decisions! This is because I am no one to decide what is right. I just know that whatever decision I take, I have the wherewithal in me to see that decision through.” It is only because of the mistakes and learning from my past decisions that I have the confidence to take my next decision. If someone has never had the freedom to make their own life choices, then how can they ever learn to take decisions on their own? How can they take a right decision?

    Of course, this rule should not apply to life and death situations and we should definitely step in if we see a child crossing the line into dangerous territories. Just like a lioness would intervene if a predator was out there to get her cubs, we should protect our young ones from life threatening situations. Let us also agree that rolling in sand, climbing trees and zipping down slides do not fall under such situations.

    I hope I have stuck a chord with parents who are burdened under the responsibility of parenting. I hope you can, even if it’s just for a day, trust that your child is smart enough to take care of his/her life. While you may not notice the change in her in just one day, if you have been able to create such a day for you and your child, I am sure you have already started your own journey to be free.

  • I am not this body

    I am not my clothes

    I am definitely not my shoes

    But this cycle is mine so I will keep it clean at any cost, even if it means dirtying my body, clothes, or  shoes

     

    After a heavy rain last night, Yog and his cycle got stuck in the middle of a muddy puddle. I was laughing away to glory when Yog tried desperately to keep his cycle clean but did not care that his shoes, clothes, hands and feet were covered in that muck! Immediately after coming home, he tended to his cycle to clean it.

    After he was done, I immediately attended to cleaning him. After all, he is my son!