How do you do a Push-Up


Sunrise – The gift of the morning hour, when
night turns into day

Ontario- Bobcageon

Many mentors taught me about

the magic of the Magic hour when night

turns into day.

Today morning, at a morning meditation at Kawartha Lakes area of Ontario, I prayed for the soul of one of my mentors who passed away physically recently


How do you do push-ups?

One of my mentors, heroes, uncle passed away recently. When I first started doing

pushups in 1970s , he asked me to show how I did a push- up . This was long before you have Youtube channels where

there are different exercise regimens.

What is there in a Push-up ? I thought naively.

Can you do fifty push-ups at one go?

He told me to reach that level, then he will tell me the next step.

As he saw me sink after 20 , he pointed out that the core is weak. Push-ups are not only about Arms and Shoulders.


The magic of his push-ups was that he was not just doing this for building his body. He applied this in real situations, being a trained professional- who lived the credo

⁃ Peace has its virtues,but it takes brave men to win it.

Can you clap while doing a push-up? He asked me.

No ! I never heard of that or saw anyone do it. Then he showed me how to clap while doing push-ups, and clap and cross his shoulders, then clap two times while doing push-ups. And burpees .

He introduced me to the nuances of training, not only physical, but mental, how these affect society and even world maps. ( All those I cannot share on a public blog – but the lessons remain)

What is strategy?

What is Tactics?

What is the difference?

Almost fifteen years after he was part of the institution which trained him, my own high school batch mates joined the same, When I would visit them, I would remember the many stories my uncle had shared with me.


How do you mark a terrain? What is a map? How will all this play out in actual ground situation?

Riverwood Mississauga,Ontario

As I went to a morning meditation at

Riverwood area, I remembered some of the trainings my uncle told me about when I was in primary school, which later I heard my own batch mates from high school tell about when they did the same.

Canopies – of trees – will have different level of cover of the ground below, and also a different level of undergrowth.

A map will give you an idea, but when you will be on the ground, it will be different, depending upon the time of the day and also whether there are hostile or helpful elements in the vicinity.

It is peaceful in Riverwood.

However, there are some areas where it is not so peaceful.

Remember March, the ides of March remember:

Did not great Julius bleed for justice’ sake?

What villain touch’d his body, that did stab,

And not for justice?

Julius Cesar, Shakespeare

Have you ever struck someone for justice?

Have you been struck? What does justice mean to you?

Remembering my uncle, and the many nuances – reading the above lines of Shakespeare, quoted in the book – Body Keeps the Score by Dr Bessel Kolk – made me reflect on the narratives which define identity. How these are different for different people, and how when people come back from the wars, the civilian world is so different.


One of my friends has gone further north Manitoulin island area.

Searching for True North- how is the terrain, waves, wind – Kawartha Lakes area

He goes for retreats there- every summer- staying in a tent – one with Nature away from the cities- communing with Nature, Silence, Music – The Higher Powers.

When I shared with him about my uncle and aunt – having passed physically within a month of each other, he told of how this tells about the deep connection between their souls.

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Musings on Art-How do you paint a dream?


In 2005 I did a six month course in Photography in India. This led me to get more close to a community of creatives who are different from the world of medicine (of which I was part of since my childhood)


The art of photography made me engage with my city of youth-Delhi in a more intimate manner- as the Instructor told us to make portfolios with the headings of (1) Portraits (2) Monuments (3)Still Life (4) Daily life (5) Interiors (6) Wild life (7) Any one picture of choice.


 This quest took me to a Wildlife sanctuary (Bharatpur-a UNESCO designated world heritage site) , introduce a Photo-Journalist of Reuters to some monuments of Delhi (St.James Church-the oldest functioning church in Delhi region established 1836) and see the emblems and momentoes of my father-33 years in Indian Army – in a different way- as I brought these to the School of Photography


I went deeper into the history of the medium, which led me to the history of photography and read -research themes of French Impressionism-the urban space of Paris in 1850-1870 period and how these impacted consciousness of humans, the impressionist painters..(on ongoing journey)

I saw a special exhibition on Impressionism in the Age of Industry-Art Gallery of Ontario-2019- and could relate to the different facets of this movement in a different way- due to the course in Photography which I took in 2005


ART -2019- Discussing Surrealism in Art Gallery of Ontario

How do you Paint a Dream? …Explorations at AGO

Many lovely hours thinking, communing, reflecting here..One of my favorite thinking places.


As the Royal Ontario Museum re-opens- we go back to the work tables and galleries of this great institution, and reconnect with the different exhibits.

JUNE 2020

Around Father’s day- we went for walks around Burlington, Hamilton. The downtown of Hamilton has a very different feel from the downtown of Mississauga, my sons noted. Association with the art gallery of Hamilton added a different flavour to our Canada journey. In 2017- observing Canada 150 there was an interesting exhibition on Coppley

Sara Angelucci (Canadian b. 1962)

Mano D’Oro. Tack buttonhole    2016

Coppley has operated continuously in the same white stone building on York Boulevard since 1883, and has employed every wave of new immigrants to the city, including Angelucci’s late mother Nina, who arrived in Hamilton in 1957.


IN SEARCH OF MANWEL DIMECH- Maltese philosopher, novelist, founding father
25 December 1860 – 17 April 1921
Once out of prison in 1897,[19] Dimech embarked on an outstanding public career that brought him fame, though not immediate success. From the start of 1898 he issued a weekly in Maltese that was to serve him as his mouthpiece for many years to come. He called it Il-Bandiera tal-Maltin (The Flag of the Maltese; pronounced ilbaandeera taal maaltin) (WIKIPEDIA
VALLETTA-MALTA-2010-Sagar and Sahil-overlooking the harbour, Manwel Dimech was born in Valletta in 1860


Around Father’s day- we went for walks around Burlington, Hamilton. The downtown of Hamilton has a very different feel from the downtown of Mississauga, my sons noted.

8 January 1921 – 20 November 1989) was an Italian writer, novelist, essayist, playwright, and politician
Sciascia’s first work, Favole della dittatura (Fables of the Dictatorship), a satire on fascism in Italy, was published in 1950 and included 27 short poems.[2] This was followed in 1952 by La Sicilia, il suo cuore (Sicily, His Heart), also a poetry collection, illustrated by Emilio Greco. The following year Sciascia won the Premio Pirandello, awarded by the Sicilian Region, for his essay “Pirandello e il pirandellismo” (“Pirandello and Pirandellism”).


As I tried to walk through the concept- of how do you paint a dream, I took my sons

through the writings and thoughts of writers like Manwel Dimech of Malta, Leonardo

Sciascia of Italy, the art exhibitions of Surrealists, and modern artists like Sara

Angelucci whose mother worked in Coppleys- York Blvd-Hamilton , having arrived

in Canada in 1957.

As immigrants from India, who have stayed in Libya, Malta before coming to

Canada, we could relate to the works of Angelucci, Sciascia is in a different way.

Was I able to answer the question- How do you paint a dream?

This will be answered by my coming years and walks.

Toronto Ornithological Club

Archives in ROM – Established 1934

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Walks with the Hill Breeze


Even if the guilty was known to the entire butcher fraternity in Mussoorie, these people were loyal to one another and would not readily disclose their knowledge to the police.

Keemat reflected that this attitude was a relic of colonial times when the police had been looked upon as a willing instrument of foreign oppression.

                                                                                Who Killed the Rani-

                                                                From Ruskin Bond’s collection- A Season of Ghosts

Recently a loved one passed away physically.

I went to the Credit river -Riverwood conservancy Mississauga, and prayed quietly for the soul of the loved one and also for the legacy and peace of her family.


Then I went through some pages from the Season of Ghosts collection of Ruskin Bond.

In many intimate ways, she and her brothers showed me a different flavour of the Himalayas- and the nuances of the roads of Rishikesh, Haridwar, Dehradun, Mussoorie, Landour, Srinagar, the hill temples and the spiritual traditions around them.

 In our many walks and discussions together, since when I was an adolescent, then young adult and now in middle age, we have woven together the tapestry of many rich memories- and discussed the stories of Ruskin Bond.

These taught me to listen to the music of the breeze in hill forests.


The story- who killed the Rani- has many layers of law, justice and society.

“Then you would have put your personal feelings above your duty to uphold the law?”

“Yes, I think so. I believe justice is greater than the law. And I believe personal loyalties come first- if they don’t, we are doomed as human beings.”

He seemed relieved at this sincere expression of my own philosophy and outlook.

                                                                Inspector Keemat Lal- who solved the murder

but let the perpetrator go

                                                                (I will not spoil the fun by telling the whole story)

As I remember our many interactions together, the words of Ruskin Bond -from his collection

Rain in the Mountains come alive.

The fellow walkers taught to appreciate words , build a home library, look for nuances between the lines

Will meet again, and discuss these and other nuances.

Au Revoir -dear Fellow Traveler




On passing away of my mother- 2011

While returning from Srinagar Garhwal

While returning, visited some relatives, had long talks, went for walks in the fields near Rajaji National Park. A tusker is known to be roaming around in the nights over there, creating panic and loss of life and property.


Remembering Fellow Walkers

My grandfather was one of the first persons who taught me how to write notes, editing letters I used to send to him in the 1970s when he was in Moscow




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