Kudos to NIHAR JANGA and JAIRAM HATHWAR. It was amazingly F-R-A-B-J-O-U-S (my limited vocabulary could think of no better word).

The recent annunciation of the winners of the prestigious Scripp’s National Spelling  Bee came as no surprise. The winner had to be a PIO(People of Indian Origin). PIOs simply rule this prestigious contest.
Some erstwhile statistics of these competition presenting Indians in a brighter light are-

*15 of the last 19 winners of this competition are South-Asians.
*PIOS have been winning this competition for the 9th time in a row.

This is despite the PIOs accounting only 1%, a small iota, of the total American  population.

So what actually is the reason behind this flabbergasting results  which have made the people all around the world dumb-founded?

English is the second language for the Indians. It has been proved beyond doubt that a person understands(and therefore uses) the second language better than he or she does the first language. People take special care to pronounce the words,  avoid usage error of certain words, keep the grammar in mind(etc.) of second the language making them even better at the language than the denizens.

Then the Indian expatriates are the people who are highly-educated, highly  positioned and have reached a much craved authority. They have a great  opulence of knowledge and transfer this trait to their young ones. These overambitious parents focus on their child’s learning as much as they do on their breathing!!

Furthermore typical Indian parents leave no stone unturned to instill the spirit of competition in their children. It’s DO OR DIE for them in whih Indians prefer DOING. ‘Rote’, ‘learn’,’study’, ‘first’ etc are some of many words that even an Indian  infant would be wont to.

As a result, the toilsome nature of the Indians is innate. Indian students are industrious, full of perseverance and give less priorities to other activities.

This attribute may be lamented by people elsewhere but India. However it is appreciated if it results in bringing laurels to our country(which it did).

So while the Americans are gross about this and are bemoaning the success of the PIOs over social – networking platforms, another Indian might be swotting hard for the next  Scripp’s National Spelling Bee contest.




What follows is the 2-minutes’ speech I recently delivered in a competition held in my city(Lucknow, India). It lead me to bag the third prize.

“Good evening, everyone.

John F. Kennedy once said
” Together we should save our planet or together we should perish in its flames.”

He said this 55 years ago but this quotation still stands true. What’s happening? June in the month of April ?! The biggest misconception we have is that someone else will come and save our planet; but the fact is that everyone  present out here has to say,” I , yes I will save the planet.”

However, what has happened, has happened. What next? I suggest- LET’S GO BACK TO VILLAGES. Not literally but atleast we can draw some inspirations from there.


The newspaper coverage of the competition.[There I am, with my mother, in the right corner (below the picture of the two girls)]

We can revive their practice of commuting using bicycles and public transport. Though we have made a commendable progress in promoting the use of bicycles yet we have to do a lot more to advocate the use of public transport. This is 1.

2. Why not make some of our prominent institutions solar powered just as the village ‘Dhrarnai’ in Bihar or the two villages of Kannauj in Uttar Pradesh? This would serve as an example for many such future ventures.

3.  Let’s become one with the nature again, emotionally. Take care of birds and animals. Feed them. Adopt a row of trees. Nurture them. Do not litter. These are the basics yet we seem to have forgotten them.

” When the last tree is cut down, the last fish eaten, the last stream poisoned, you will realise that you cannot eat money.”

Now is the time to awake, arise and attend the call of duty.

Let us all save our mother earth before we all perish in the flames of her final cessation.
Go green or go home!”


Trust me! The worst blow you can get regarding your talent is when you are part of a congregation of people with the same talent. There are myriads of questions which plunder your mind, all making you give your talent a second thought.

What if they are better than me?
What if I stand no where in front of them?
What if I am as good as nothing?

What follows is the experience of a recent happening that took place with me and  my contemplations on it –

Lately there was a two-round essay competition organised by a very prestigious national daily of India, in my city, Lucknow. The final five would be the Junior Editors of that daily for an entire day!
I participated in the contest merely out of sheer fun.The first essay had to be sent through an email. Two days later I received an email informing me about my selection for the second round. I was buoyant. It was unanticipated. Qualifying the first round made me happy and the thought of meeting hundreds of people with the same talent, happier. Little did I know that this forthcoming event would set me in a mode of profound introspection!

The second round was held in a prominent school of the city. And oh boy! Hardly did I enter the hall(in which the competition had to take place) when I thought , ” Am I even worthy of being here.” There I could see all sorts of people who had donned some of the scariest looks, which shook me to the core. I tried to judge them from their looks(sorry for being judgemental here). Some were those geeky kids with big spectacles and their nose buried deep in essay books. Some had really shabby hair like a stack of hay(Imagine the hair of a writer who has to meet a deadline in an hour but hasn’t written anything substantial yet and is fingering his/her hair to come up with ideas). Some were simply sitting mum and motionless(these people scared me the most). I didn’t want to be there any longer. Seriously! No exaggeration!

The contest started and the topic was given. The time provided was-20 minutes(only!) This is the amount of time that I spend in thinking what to write. Let alone completing a full length essay in the same time.

My pen didn’t move for the first five minutes. Seeing others write in frenzied fashion stopped the pen further. Only after the initial seven minutes having passed, did I write something(7 out of 20 minutes already elapsed!….Imagine!)

When it got over, having submitted and convinced of not getting selected, I’m went straight home.

You know,


Only after some time, I got a call informing me about my selection for the Junior Editorial Team. For the entire next week, the chosen children had to meet and decide on the editing of the special edition of the newspaper.
Though I was selected yet the apprehension of not being as able as others lingers on my mind. So I call it the Delirious Dilemma! Delirious because such events are assuredly delightful and dilemma because it leaves you in a fix and quandary of conflicting thoughts.

Is it not?