One of my saddest moments at any concert was hearing a quartet of four men, singing, “It is well with my soul” It wasn’t the song that made me sad, nor the way rendered, it was the fact that one among them had lost his young daughter and was still there with his three friends proclaiming to the world, that even in grief, his soul was in tune with God.

There are times, when we want to sing, that it isn’t too well with our soul, when we feel we have drifted away from our creator.

"How is it with your soul?" In simple words; at the core of your being, what is going on? The question actually comes from the 18th Century Anglican priest and leader of the Methodist movement, John Wesley.

I don’t know what the results are going to be tomorrow, with exit polls varying in their proclamations but whatever it is, we in our country will not forget the picture of a small, diminutive woman fighting against the mighty power of the centre, with all its army and machinery to boot.

She did not balk at the size of the opponent, but decided to fight head-on! And with the fight turning physical, even had to campaign on a wheel chair, but campaign she did.

Statistics turned everything of human sphere and nations in to pi chart bar chart and in ranking system. There is ranking for everything in the world. With the lowest birth rate and high suicide rate Scandinavian countries are doing best almost in every sphere like world happiness index world press freedom index, human development index, democracy index.

There is a principle in statistics “ more sample size more accurate result, less sample size extreme result”. So the survey of 1000 people or several thousand people in the population of crores don’t depict the real situation of any country. Jeremy benthem was the first person who calculated the pain and pleasure by his doctrine and gave the parameters on which it depends. It is famously known as doctrine of hedonism.

She was beautiful! She was Pakistani!

She strolled over to where I sat, on the banks of the St Lawrence, just before it rolled into the Great Niagara. “May I sit here with you?” she asked. “Sure,” I said and made place for her on the wooden bench. We sat still and watched the giant river, and in the distance the mighty roar of the majestic falls. “Are you going back to New York?” she asked. I nodded. “May I travel along with you?”. I nodded again and then looked at her puzzled. “You afraid of something?” I asked as gently as I could. She shuddered.

And as Covid lays low, not just lives but jobs and businesses and there is a feeling of despair all around, I decided I would fill today’s piece with quotes from those who spoke about failing, getting up and fighting, again and again and again. 

 “Our greatest glory is not in never falling; but in rising every time we fall!” Oliver Goldsmith.