At Fred’s: Father’s Day 2026

This Father’s Day (June 21) and the week leading up to it were marked by some interesting discussions with a mentor about communication and team building. One highlight was when my mentor emphasized the importance of truly listening during team conversations, rather than just waiting for your turn to speak. He shared a tip: before responding to someone, pause and summarize what they said in your own words. This not only shows respect but also ensures you have really understood their point. I found this immediate and practical, and it reminded me how small changes in our communication habits can strengthen relationships within a team.We met around the High Park area of Toronto, and this morning we sat at Fred’s place.

Reflections on Father's day reminded me of some mentoring discussions.

The review of student life and its integration with industry experience led to a rich reflection on communication. I remember my own time, when after graduating (India-Delhi-1989), it took me around four years to find a proper placement. In those years, I did rotations in Medicine, Psychiatry, Microbiology, taught medical students while preparing for the entrance exams. One of my mentors helped me set up labs for testing methicillin resistant Staphylococcus aureus MRSA and encouraged me to create a map of the entire hospital, based on infections. This was an added layer of interrogation at a level deeper than the classifications and charts we did at the under graduate level. Those lessons have stayed with me in my approach to caring. For example, if I see a client in psychotherapy context, I do make a note of what measures have been taken before to deal with issues (healthy positive or unhealthy negative) and whether there is any resistance to any particular techniques. For example, I found one young man who is regular in therapy, very resistant to any suggestions to making tabular summaries.

Looking back, one lesson that became clear during my job search was the value of staying persistent and keeping an open mind about opportunities. I learned to use every interview, even those that seemed unpromising, as a chance to practice sharing my story and asking questions to understand what employers really needed. My advice to students today would be to reach out for informational interviews, not just job interviews, and treat every conversation as a learning step. Staying connected with mentors and being open to feedback made a big difference for me, and I encourage others to do the same.

My father was posted in Pune, Western India, at that time, and he would come and spend time with me in the hostel on Bahadur Shah Zafar Marg. We would go for walks in the morning to Kotla, and he would talk about his own college and university days, when he would be preparing for pre-medical studies (1956-57), his early days as a medical doctor in the Indian Army (the first of his many visits to the North East, 1960s).

The relevance of these came to life while I was having coffee with my mentor at Fred’s as I reviewed the many discussions and readings I had with my sons this past year. One specific moment stands out: during a project my son and I worked on together, I caught myself interrupting him as he struggled to explain his approach. My impatience got in the way, and I realized afterward that it discouraged him from sharing his ideas freely. That experience reminded me how important it is to slow down, listen fully, and give others space to express themselves. Father’s Day was a time to review and reflect on these moments and to commit to being more patient and supportive moving forward.

Later, to integrate these reflections and lessons into daily life, I went for a silent meditation at Port Nelson Park in Burlington. I found a quiet spot overlooking the water, settled myself comfortably, and closed my eyes. Focusing on my breath, I allowed my thoughts to settle and gently reflected on the conversations and lessons from the past week. I brought to mind the themes of patience, listening, and openness to feedback. As I sat in stillness for about twenty minutes, I recited a Pagan version of the Serenity Prayer, letting its words guide my intention for greater acceptance, courage, insight, and grounding.

God and Goddess, grant me the power of water to have the Serenity, Grace, and Ease to accept the things I cannot change.

The Power of Fire to have the energy and courage to change the things I can

The Power of Air has the wisdom to know the difference.

The Power of Earth has the strength to keep me grounded and continue on my path.

Earlier Perspectives

​Earlier Perspectives

Malta-2012

Kariya Park-2013

Kaithu-Shimla-1940s

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Personal Growth point of reflection · How did the meditation or the Pagan Serenity Prayer impact your mindset or actions afterward?

My example- the power and energy of water, early in the morning, took me down memory lane, and see how the experiences of pre medical studies of my father in mid 1950s, were mirrored in the pre-medical and post-graduation experiences which I had in the 1980s,1990s and the need to refine them in the context of North America -in the 2025 scenario.

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Finding Serenity: Lakeshore Reflections

After a hectic two weeks, attending conference and travelling, back to the Serenity of Lakeshore. The different segments of the Lakeshore have been my thinking places for over a decade. As part of a community, as a family and also in my professional work, I have been going to meditate on Lakeshores, river banks and sea fronts for a long time. Here are some videos of the Pagan Version of the Serenity Prayer-

Serenity prayer-Pagan Version

God and Goddess grant me the power of water to accept

with ease and grace what I cannot change

The power of fire for the courage and energy

to change the things I can

the power of air for the ability to know the difference

the power of earth for the strength to continue my path

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Earlier Perspectives

Books– Oral histories from narratives of Libya, North Africa-

2011- Arab Spring

2004-2016-Narratives of common working people

Tripoli Reading Group

Libya Tripoli-2004-2016

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Navigating Bicultural Identities: Reflections on Mother’s Day 2026

Around Mother’s day, we revisited the not one, not two meditation and went for walks to Edwards Garden-Sunnybrook-Wilket Creek area of Toronto and did readings from “Reviving Ophelia” and discussed how Immigrant / Bicultural Individuals, People who must navigate two or more cultural selves, often with contradictory demands.

Food for thought

“When I hold a calligraphy brush, I know I cannot remove my father from my hand. I cannot remove my mother or my ancestors from me. They are present in all my cells, in my gestures.” — Thich Nhat Hanh

Walks – Edwards Garden- Wilket Creek

Mother’s Day walks in Wilket Creek-Edwards garden reminded us of the time when we were members of Ontario Science Centre (2014-2019), and Sahil, Sagar and I would spend many lovely hours in these galleries and parks while mummy did her courses in a college nearby. I also remember the first “Rock Garden” which my mother made in Poona (now known as Pune), Western India  in 1970s. These memories made me understand things which I did not when my mother was alive- that she is in the way I hold my tea cup, in the particular way I pause before I speak, in the lump that rises in my throat when someone needs care and I instinctively move toward them. She is in me. She is of me. And I — I am her continuation.

This is what the beloved Buddhist teacher Thich Nhat Hanh calls “Not One, Not Two.”


Shorelines: Not One, Not Two

The meditation teaches that the boundary between parent and child is more like a shoreline where one body of water meets another rather than a wall and they are, in truth the same ocean.

Not one, not two. I am not my mother. But I am not, not my mother either. 

This meditation made us reflect on our journeys, and the journeys of our parents and the generations before. It made me recall the India and Poona of the 1970s and how life was with walks in Lullanagar, picnics at Khadakvasla area and the lessons she taught me- when we studied in St.Vincent’s and St.Anne’s (Poona-1974-1980). 

It also made me recall our own journey in Canada, the study in the colleges to get our credentials recognized and the meditations and walks we did in Port Credit and Edwards areas and how both sons evolved through middle school to high school (2014-2018 phase). They have both finished their university education now (2022-graduation).

Around Mother’s Day: Family Book Club-Reviving Ophelia

The love of the written word was instilled in me by my parents. My uncles and grandfather encouraged me to make notes from what I read. The reading journal is a companion which helps sift different layers. So as I read Mary Pipher’s “Reviving Ophelia” the original Ophelia of Shakespeare’s Hamlet stood out. Ophelia is a poignant representation of a woman caught between duty and desire. She became a tragic pawn as her relationship with Hamlet was weaponized by her father. In Reviving Ophelia: Saving the Selves of Adolescent Girls, psychologist Mary Pipher draws a direct parallel between Shakespeare’s tragic heroine and contemporary North American teenage girls, arguing that modern culture systematically silences, constrains, and damages girls’ authentic selves during adolescence. It made me recall the teenage years of my sister, my aunts and nieces and how Poona of the 1980s was different from Benares/Lucknow of the 1960s and Delhi of the 2010s. In immigrant narratives authors like Salman Akhtar and Nita Tewari have written about bicultural individuals navigating two or more cultural selves, often with contradictory demands.

VERTICAL IDENTITY- HORIZONTAL IDENTITY

Acculturation and immigration throw up issues of how one integrates with the vertical identity inherited from the culture of origin- family values, attitude towards family of origin, sense of duty) and the horizontal identity- formed in the new culture-peerso, school, media. This reminded me of the Satsangs and Yoga classes in Malta- San Gjwann (See blog- Conversations in Identity- 2012 Conversations on Identity | Prashant Bhatt’s notes) and our own family journeys – and interactions with diaspora. 

Three Ophelias emerged out of this reflection

  • Shakespeare’s Ophelia = A woman whose identity is defined and ultimately destroyed 

by the conflicting demands of the men in her life.

  • Pipher’s “Ophelias” = Adolescent girls who lose their true selves to conform to toxic 

cultural expectations.

  • Immigrant / Bicultural Individuals = People who must navigate two or more cultural 
  • selves, often with contradictory demands.

In summary 

 The Not-One Not Two meditation, walks in Edwards garden-Wilket creek area around Mother’s day and book discussions took us down memory lane, and also generated some interesting reflections on the shades of Ophelias- especially amongst immigrants

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References

Akhtar, S. (2010). Immigration and acculturation: Mourning, adaptation, and the next generation. Jason Aronson.

Flaherty, J. (2023). Reviving Ophelia: Reaching Adolescent Girls through Shakespeare’s Doomed Heroine. 

Malla, H., Tewari, N., & Hussain, S. (2022). South Asian American marriages and dating. In U. Thakore-Dunlap, D. Srivastava, & N. Tewari (Eds.), Counseling and psychotherapy for South Asian Americans: Identity, psychology, and clinical implications (pp. 139–156). Routledge.

Pipher, M., & Gilliam, S. (2019). Reviving ophelia 25th anniversary edition: Saving the selves of adolescent girls. Penguin.

EARLIER PERSPECTIVES

PINJAR-Reading Club-2015-

Pinjar-by Amrita Pritam..Arc of development of characters | grace readings 

Aj Aakhan Waris Shah nun,

Kiton Kabraan Vicchon Bol

Te Aj Kitab-e-ishq daa

Koi Agla Varka phol

Roughly translated 

Today, I call Waris Shah,

“Speak from your grave”

And turn today,

The book of love’s next

Affectionate page 

2012-SATSANGS-MALTA

Conversations on Identity | Prashant Bhatt’s notes 

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