“Knock, And He’ll open the door
Vanish, And He’ll make you shine like the sun
Fall, And He’ll raise you to the heavens
Become nothing, And He’ll turn you into everything.”

Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

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Usha Chinoy (1929–2004) was a well-known Indian educationist and musician^[1] from Rajkot, Gujarat.

Early life and education

Usha Chinoy (née Joshi) was born in the former princely state of Jamnagar (Nawanagar) in the Kathiawar peninsula (Saurashtra) of Gujarat to Trambaklal Manishankar Joshi and Yashomati Joshi. She completed her BA (Hons.) at the Dharmendrasinhji College in Rajkot. She later also obtained a diploma in music through the Sangeet Visharad  and Hindustani Vineet degrees. In the city of Jamnagar, she was the first elected female member of the municipal corporation and also Principal of the Sajuba Girls High School from the late 1940s till the early 1950s. Her grandfather, poet and author Vaidya Shastri Manishankar Govindji, founded the famous Atank Nigrah pharmacy, an Ayurvedic firm of great repute, in Jamnagar in 1881. The firm had branches in Bombay (Mumbai), Calcutta (Kolkata), Madras (Chennai), Poona (Pune), Karachi, Colombo, Rangoon (Yangon), Penang  and Singapore.

Career 

Usha commenced…

“The Way is not in the sky; the Way is in the heart.”

Buddha

“Respond intelligently even to unintelligent treatment”

Lao Tzu 

(570-490 BC)

A raindrop, dripping from a cloud.

Ashamed when it saw the sea.

‘Who am I  ? ,

where is a sea’, it said.

As it saw itself, from the eyes of humility

A shell embraced him and makes him a pearl.

“I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination.

Imagination is more important than knowledge.

Knowledge is limited.

Imagination encircles the world.”

Albert Einstein

( 14 March 1879 – 18 April 1955)

The morning breeze comes back 
and from the southern desert 
the lapwing returns 
The dove’s soft song about roses 
I hear that again. 

The tulip, who understands what the lily says, 
went away, but now she’s back. 

With the sound of a bell, 
strength and gentleness. 

Hafiz broke his vow and damaged his heart, 
but now, for no reason, his Friend forgives that, 
and turns, and walks back up to his door.

― شمس الدین محمد حافظ /
Shams-al-Din Mohammad Hafez,
(1325 – 1389 )

Translator:

Barks, C. (1993).  The hand of poetry. New Lebanon: Omega Publications