Saturday, 27 September 2025

From Weekly Boy to Falcon Flight: Learning Resilience

Dear Parents

Today morning, while I was walking, I saw a boy around 15 years old dropping milk packets door to door. It was raining and he was totally drenched. I’m sure he gets ready for school after this morning job. I am truly admired by his commitment and striving nature.

During our days, there was a concept of a “weekly boy.” The idea was that every week, a poor or unaffordable boy (mostly male, as I observed) would go to 7 different sponsored houses for lunch—one per day—and this process would repeat every week. Many times, they couldn’t afford dinner. A few of my own relatives went through this process and still completed their education.

Look at the ambiguity in their lives. You couldn’t demand what you wanted. You couldn’t expect timely lunch. You couldn’t expect respect—it all depended on the emotional state of the house on that particular day. You couldn’t even expect a full lunch during month-ends, as sponsors themselves would struggle when rations ran low. You had to drop your ego completely. Many times, sponsors demanded chores in return, and you had to fulfill those obligations regardless of your pain or pleasure. You visited your parents once in a season if you were away from your village. You studied under dim lights if you were lucky—but mostly under kerosene lamps.

In contrast, today’s overprotective parents track their children minute to minute. In spite of this, a few children still make mistakes and depend on parents for everything.

I still remember during my college days, I traveled alone over 1200 km one way—with just one small bag, no mobile phone, less than ₹500 in my pocket, no reservation, changing three trains, standing next to the bathroom in unreserved compartments—just to apply to a few universities across four different states. That pain is imprinted deep in my memory and comes out in different forms when dealing with my students and children. I become emotional when someone misuses their God-given gifts or misuses their opportunities.

In nature, a few are gifted with all three: resources, intelligence, and support. But more than 80% of people don’t get even one of these three. If someone has all three but doesn’t leverage them, it is their loss.

We need to learn from Nature. Just opposite our flat, pigeons live in one corner of a balcony. The owners recently installed a net to prevent them. Still, around 6 o'clock every morning, two pigeons come and try to break in—continuously—for 1 to 2 hours. I’m not sure of the reason, but uncertainty defines the lives of many species.

Look at the Falcon story. This was recently recorded and reported. A female falcon was equipped with a GPS tracker during her journey from South Africa to Finland. She covered approximately 230 km per day, flying in a straight line across African lands until she reached the desert in the north. She then followed the path of the Nile River over Sudan and Egypt, avoiding the Mediterranean Sea. Instead, she crossed Syria and Lebanon and also steered clear of the Black Sea—because if she got thirsty, she wouldn’t be able to drink from it. She continued flying in a straight line and reached Finland after 42 days. This is life for many species.

Let us pray to God for giving us this beautiful life without such stressful complications. Be happy with what we have received in this life. We are all short-lived. Don’t chase after artificial possessions that are temporary—be it beauty, money, position, or even family. At any moment, anything can be taken away.

One of our relatives met with a fatal accident and lost her beautiful face to burns. I’ve witnessed families who were once filthy rich lose everything in business and now struggle for daily bread. I saw CXOs attending calls till evening, and due to a trivial issue beyond their control, being asked to leave the same day. Years of 24x7 commitment were washed away like a flash flood, sweeping away their lavish cars and the foundations of their apartments.

Don’t forget to plan the unplanned!

– Ravi Saripalle

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