MATHIVATION HUB

When the Fare Meter Stops  A Silent Study of Human Behaviour Opening Life doesn’t always move by formulae. Sometimes, it moves like traffic - unpredictable, impatient, and revealing. That morning, our cab stopped at a busy signal. I was travelling with a Karate teacher. We were heading towards our Sports Day heat events - semi-finals of discipline, effort, and preparation. I didn’t know then that before reaching the playground, life itself would conduct a live experiment on human behaviour. The Incident At the signal, a well-educated lady insisted on entering our cab. Fluent English. Confident presence. Early fifties. From a VIP locality. She addressed the driver politely - “ Papaji ”, not “ uncle ji ”. Politeness sounded refined, intention felt unclear. I intervened gently, “Madam, we are going to Priyadarshini Park, Nepean Sea Road.” For a moment, I forgot my past experiences. I forgot all my lessons. I forgot probability. I became a layman. She opened the front door. The driver ...

THE MATHEMATICS OF HEALING PART 3 The Spiritual Equation of Life: Where Math, Meaning & Inner Peace Meet Mathematics is not only numbers. It is rhythm, balance, harmony, symmetry, flow - the very qualities spirituality has taught humanity for thousands of years. If Part 1 healed the mind, and Part 2 healed the heart , then Part 3 heals the soul  - by showing how mathematics quietly guides our spiritual journey. 1. The Spiritual Side of Numbers Every living thing vibrates in mathematical precision. Your heartbeat: a rhythmic oscillation Your breath: a cyclic pattern Your seasons: a periodic function Your growth: an exponential curve Math is not outside you. It is inside your body, your choices, your timing, your evolution. Your life runs on a spiritual formula that you are already living. 2. Philosophers Used Math Without Calling It Math Spiritual teachers across civilizations used mathematical thinking: Buddha’s Middle Path = The Perfect Mean Choosing balance between extremes....

 Friday Special ✨ "Why Didn’t You Scold Me?"  – A Journey That Changed My Awareness Some experiences arrive quietly … Yet they leave a lifelong imprint. Today’s Friday Special shares one such real incident — unexpected, unforgettable , and deeply reflective . A journey where one man’s mistake , and one moment of generosity , changed the way I look at responsibility forever. Real Story: The Midnight Confusion on a Train Travelling with students on educational trips is always a major responsibility. It’s fun for students! And for teachers? For teachers, a train journey is never relaxation — it is constant alertness . Students move around to meet friends, passengers complain , and we ensure everyone settles down safely and sleeps on time. Every year brings a new story, but this one remains very close to my heart . Sometimes I laugh at it, sometimes I feel pity , and at times I even blame myself for what happened. We were returning from our Mount Abu trip. It was midnig...

Daily Mirror — Part 1 Poison at the Roots: The Invisible Walls From the series: A Poisonous Poison — Casteism: A Boon or Curse?My Reflections  By Rakesh Kushwaha Prologue In this series, I will share real experiences of people close to me. Some of them have endured the harshness of casteism silently — friends who trusted me with their pain, even as they rose to become principals, educators, leaders, and entrepreneurs. At the same time, I have also witnessed courage — individuals who took stands, sometimes small, sometimes incomplete, but always meaningful. Their efforts deserve acknowledgement too. I will mention names only where the story truly calls for it — not to expose anyone, but to honour their journey, their truth , and their strength . Opening Reflection Casteism does not begin on the surface . It begins underground — silently, deeply — like roots of a tree that decide the direction of the entire plant even before it grows. Before a child learns numbers, poems, or...

When the Lift Stopped — Humanity Was Tested It was a busy morning at the railway station . People were rushing in all directions — some to catch their trains, others to receive loved ones. The sound of announcements, footsteps, and rolling suitcases filled the air. I entered an elevator with my family. Within moments, it became crowded — men, women, children, luggage, and impatience all packed together. The door tried to close but bounced back. The lift was overloaded. Someone had to step out. All eyes began scanning the crowd. A silent question hung in the air — “Who will move out?” Everyone’s gaze finally settled on a young man standing near the door, with his wife and little daughter. But he didn’t move. He stood firm — calm, but determined. People began murmuring. Someone said irritably, “Why can’t he step out?” Another muttered, “People these days have no manners!” The atmosphere grew tense. Sensing the discomfort, an elderly man, perhaps in his sixties, took a deep breath and sai...