Be a Hero. Always say, ‘I have no fear’.

Be a Hero. I have no Fear - Swami Vivekananda

My ideal my hero. My mentor.

Just words are enough to burn in full throttle of enthusiasm. I just can express further than this.





As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she  told the children an untruth. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. However, that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard.

Mrs Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he did not play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. In addition, Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X’s and then putting a big ‘F’ at the top of his papers.

At the school where Mrs Thompson taught, she was required to review each child’s past records and she put Teddy’s off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.

Teddy’s first grade teacher wrote, ‘Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners… he is a joy to be around..’
His second grade teacher wrote, ‘Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle.’

His third grade teacher wrote, ‘His mother’s death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn’t show much interest, and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren’t taken.’

Teddy’s fourth grade teacher wrote, ‘Teddy is withdrawn and do isn’t show much interest in school. He doesn’t have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class.’

By now, Mrs Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy’s..

His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag. Mrs Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one-quarter full of perfume..

But she stifled the children’s laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, ‘Mrs Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to.’

After the children left, she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, writing and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her ‘teacher’s pets..’

A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in life.

Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he’d stayed in school, had stuck w it it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honours. He assured Mrs Thompson that she was still the best and favourite teacher he had ever had in his whole life.

Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor’s degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favourite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer…. The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD.

The story does not end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he had met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs Thompson might agree to sit at the wedding in the place that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. Moreover, she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together.
They hugged each other, and Rd. Stoddard whispered in Mrs Thompson’s ear, ‘Thank you Mrs Thompson for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference.’

Mrs Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back.. She said, ‘Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn’t know how to teach until I met you.’

(For you that don’t know, Teddy Stoddard is the Dr at Iowa Methodist in Des Moines that has the Stoddard Cancer Wing.)

Warm someone’s heart today. . . pass this along. I love this story so very much, I cry every time I read it. Just try to make a difference in someone’s life today? tomorrow? just ‘do it’.

‘Random acts of kindness, I think they call it!
Believe in Angels, then return the favour’

Okay, there may be no plans

Yes that’s right. As of now I had no plans ahead and yet achieved 10 pomodoros sessions straight in past few days, which also including help my kid to run for cross country race at Wigston Academy.

At the end she wasn’t first or no way near in top 20. But what valuable lesson I learn was when she went to the washroom and I was able to get motivation from the gymroom




It’s just amazing and refresh my beliefs.


New Experiment with Note 8

You heard it right. I named it.😂🤣😄😘😎

My Journey–From Developer To Entrepreneur–Day 9 of 100

Day Nine, Saturday 15th August 2015

Notes from Yesterday:

Yesterday was mix bag of everything, i was feeling drain down and not motivated, I was struggling to focus on something which I wanted to achieve quickly. I was all over the place.It was like direction less sailing and wandering in hopeless dessert. Over the top emotionally, physically, mentally it was dreadful. So far admitting like this is brave move.

Lesson learn: “Plan your day,week well ahead and when you plan it visualize it in your mind well ahead how it is going to be done, execute it and think like you have already done it. And when it come to a point when you are going out of control or things are not working as it should be then check with your visualization have you put enough details to it in forehand.”

Plan for today:

Time Hours Plan Action Result
7:30 am 1.5  hrs. wake up, update my blog and getting ready Update article, write this blog, getting ready. Plan ahead. Done, Learn something new –why plans fails.
9:00 am 2 hrs. Plan upcoming week, tidy up things, set priorities,etc Take a step back and see what is important now rather worry too much for future Nope not done anything yet.
12:00 pm 2 hrs. Need to pick Priti’s car from Ford Rush to the car place and replace it Done. Phew…Man its Saturday.
2:00 pm 3.5 hrs.
6 hrs.
Shopping and spending time with family It was long good time with family, shopping around after a long time Was fun and enjoy it.
5:30 pm 4 hrs. Development plan for
Gold MicroFx Bot.
Give a complete miss.
9:30 pm 1 hr. Review what need to be done for future. chilling now and taking a break.
Sometimes I think it is just little effort to make some sense but it nevertheless has wonderful process of self-belief and transformation.

Today even though had not much work done but mind was not at rest and often if you are feeling stress then its better to step back and then workout from there again.

Krisha’s princess dress