CHERISH with HARISH

As I am packing up from Delhi in two days, I come up with a new episode this weekend, called 'DIAMOND DELHI'. Please watch and do let me know how do you feel about it. This is my third episode, in my channel, where I post a video, every weekend. If you like my thought process or the videos, please SUBSCRIBE, so that I keep coming up with more of those videos :)

  "Confusion is the best path to clarity!" (Image: a workshop being conducted by me in the rural areas' women in Rajasthan)

My channel, 'TRAVELLING WITH HARISH', presents its new Episode: 'THE MOST AWKWARD TRAVELLING IN COVID TIMES'. You can watch it. If you like it, appreciate me to come up with similar posts, every weekend, by clicking the 'SUBSRIBE' button, and pressing the 'Bell icon' right next to it. Thank you so much. Namaste :)

  Raghu was sad! Why was he sad? The reason was pretty simple. He had been fired from his job, which had given him a sense of security. "I was so secure", thought Raghu. About a week ago, he was given a notice, because of a virus he had not even heard about: CORONA! So in the last one week, Raghu was getting up, lazily, with a motive to leave the bed. But what was this security which he was cribbing about? He slowly got up and switched on the television. He saw the scary numbers, showing the number of new cases, across the world. He got irritated and changed the channel. Now he saw, the latest news about this young actor committing suicide, and his girlfriend being questioned by the investigating agencies. But what was more irritating here, was the volume of the news reporter. He was literally, shouting, "INSAAF CHAHIYE HUME!" Irritating insaaf! The volume got him more pissed. As he was thinking about the condition, Raghu changed the channel. He saw another news sto

  God, surprisingly, supports no religion! Strange no?  :)

I went bald in the lockdown. My hair was coming back. With my hair, my ideas of my ' Moh-maaya '  ( material world) were coming back to me. But suddenly, something strong happened in my family, and I go bald again.  I feel the positivity again. I realise... that Bald was always beautiful :)   

I have been talking about how has this phase of the lockdown pushed me back into getting to know my culture and in turn, know me! But in this Saturday's latest post, I will be analysing about what was this whole idea of 'MY' culture. As a class 6th student, I was very excited when I read about the the Indus Valley civilisation or the Harappa Culture  for the first time in my history book. I was so fascinated by listening to stories of Mohan Jo-daro and Lothal. I always wanted to know more about that culture, which I thought was lost.  I thought I will read more about  history, as I grow up. But my society did not want me to take up history after class tenth. All my teachers and counsellors said, that I was a so-called 'BRIGHT' student and they pushed me into taking science with maths. I liked Biology too. So I went with the flow.  I finished class 12th and got my engineering seat and the dental seat, but that was definitely not my dream (I must be honest here, I co