Skip to main content

Beyond the Spotlight: The Silent Power of Grounded Souls

 In my Professional Communication class, I recently explored the art of non-verbal communication , how posture, expression, and appearance silently shape our impression before words even begin.

A student raised an interesting question:

She asked “Ma’am! if first impressions matter so much, doesn’t being simple or shabby make others underestimate us?”

I smiled.

“Yes, appearances influence perceptions,” and I have a pause to read the class expression , most of them are still curious on how do I justify this ..

to break the silence, I said, “but they never define potential. A clean shirt may impress for a moment; a clean heart inspires for a lifetime...and I added,  Never judge anyone by their looks, either too rich or too plain.”

Dr. A.P.J. Abdul Kalam, despite being one of India’s greatest minds, lived with extraordinary simplicity. He used to polish his own shoes, mend his own clothes, and sleep on a small cot even as President.

His focus was never on luxury , it was on lifting a nation.

Brilliance, you see, often wears humility as its true uniform.

But after the class my mind unfolds a new thought...Why can’t people value silent perseverance before it turns into visible success?

The people who hardly noticed their presence , after success rush to find their number, praise their skill, and look for ways to “associate” with them.

It’s fascinating, isn’t it?

The world often ignores consistency but celebrates the outcome.

It may not always recognize the person, but it surely recognizes the result. 

But as life unfolds, I’ve come to see another side.

Both success and failure draw attention  in different ways.

Success brings admiration; failure brings curiosity, sometimes even criticism.

But in both cases, people look at you.

And that’s where the real test begins , not in how the world sees you, but in how you see yourself.

In the recent past, as Padma awardees are announced, we meet unsung heroes who worked for decades in silence. Their stories must be told , not for applause, but for awakening.

Tulsi Gowda, a barefoot grandmother from Karnataka, has planted over 30,000 trees. She can identify the seed of any plant merely by touch. When she received the Padma Shri, she walked up barefoot, a symbol of her deep bond with the earth she nurtures.

Harekala Hajabba, an orange seller from Mangalore, used his small savings to build a school because he didn’t want other children to remain illiterate like him. When honored, he said simply, “Education is sweeter than oranges.”

D. Prakash Rao, a tea-seller from Odisha, spent half his earnings to teach slum children. His tea stall became a classroom of dreams.

Haldhar Nag, a humble poet from Odisha, wrote epics in Sambalpuri dialect. When informed about his Padma Shri, he requested the government to post it to him , because he couldn’t afford the travel to Delhi..

These are the faces of true success , no brand endorsements, no headlines, only service.

For years, people like these live unnoticed , until one day, the world sees them. Suddenly, their silence becomes spotlight.

At first, it feels unfair that the world values only the success. But soon I learnt: both success and failure attract attention ,one brings applause, the other brings reflection.

The real test is not in being noticed, but in staying grounded when you finally are.

Limelight is like sunlight ,

too close, it burns;

 too far, it chills. 

The art is to stay warm , bright enough to shine, humble enough to grow.

I am slowly understanding this fact that

Whether crowned with awards or ignored in obscurity, the balanced soul walks steady , knowing that self-worth comes from purpose, not from praise.

This generation ( not based on the Genz or etc...I mean this era) scrolls fast, judges faster, and sometimes forgets to see.

May we pause long enough to look beyond appearances , to value the spirit behind the story.

Because that quiet worker in the corner might be another Tulsi Gowda.

That simple teacher might be shaping minds like Dr. Kalam.

That humble poet might be the next Haldhar Nag, writing truth in silence.

Greatness doesn’t demand attention , it deserves understanding.

So whether you are in the spotlight or the shadows, remember this:

Your worth isn’t measured by applause.

Your power isn’t in your looks but in your work.

Your peace doesn’t depend on how the world sees you, but on how you see yourself.

Stay grounded, even when you rise.

Because success may change how others look at you,

but never let it change how you look at the world.


Keep reading and spread positivity.


With 💕 

Swetha Vishnuchittan.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

The Bird Who Chose to Fly Higher

  Hey all, Namasthe and Welcome to The Voice of Chittan ! I’m back with another soulful reflection, one that speaks to every heart that’s ever felt unheard, every spirit that’s been tested, and every dream that’s dared to rise above the noise. Today’s blog is a story of resilience, mindful living, and the quiet strength that often goes unnoticed, until it chooses to fly high. Let’s dive in. In a quiet forest, there lived a bird unlike the rest. It wasn’t the loudest, nor the fastest. It didn’t compete for attention or join the noisy flocks that filled the skies with chaos. This bird had a different way of being,it moved slowly, intentionally, and mindfully. Its path wasn’t always clear, but its heart was steady. Every day, it focused on what mattered,its purpose, its values, and its inner peace. But the world around it didn’t understand silence. A flock of noisy birds began to notice this quiet one. They squawked and laughed, mocking its calm demeanor. “Why are you so slow?” the...

Climbing Within

 In a world where growth is often measured in deadlines met and milestones achieved, we rarely pause to ask: What truly moves the soul? What if self-development wasn’t just about climbing the corporate ladder, but also about climbing within ..... one quiet step at a time? We often look for inspiration in grand speeches, bestselling books, or powerful personalities. But sometimes, the most profound lessons come from the quiet corners of life , from people who go unnoticed but live with a rare, deep purpose. Recently, I had the blessed opportunity to visit Tirumala , the sacred abode of Lord Venkateswara. While the divine darshan itself was soul-stirring, it was the journey , the climb, the people, and the silent stories unfolding around us , that left a lasting impression. Image: Sacred Hills of Tirumala Amid the chants of Govinda Govinda and the rustling of countless bare feet on ancient stone steps, I met a man whose simple spiritual routine shook me deeply. He was in his 60s , a...

That Random day in my life.....

 That day began like any other, filled with gratitude to Narasimha and hope for the day ahead. I went to work, but by mid-day, something shifted. I fell sick—suddenly, unexpectedly—and as the hours passed, my condition worsened. It wasn’t just an ordinary illness; this time, it felt heavy, like a storm I couldn’t escape.  For a moment, I wondered if I would survive. And in that quiet space, where everything else faded, two thoughts consumed me: What about my son? Will my husband manage without me? And then a strange question arose—Is my purpose done? Am I leaving because I’ve already fulfilled what I came to do? ( may be if we feel that moments are our last seconds and if we feel that we don't see tomorrow,then the most precious things alone we might be remember and we would recollect ..it would have scroll down like a reel those precious moments, and so i felt about my son and husband)  After several tests, the diagnosis finally came through: viral and bacterial pneumoni...

Ya Devi Sarva Bhutheshu Shakti Roopena Smasthitha...

 Namasthe to the voice of Chittan Readers. A happy Navratri to you all... Every year when Navratri comes, I too decorate my home, light lamps, sing bhajans, Parayana and enjoy the festive spirit. But somewhere in my heart, a quiet question always rises, why do we actually celebrate this festival? Is it just about rituals, or is there something deeper waiting to be discovered? As I reflected, I found my answer in the Devi Mahatmyam , a powerful scripture I keep returning to. On the surface, it tells us stories of the Goddess slaying demons. But if we listen closely, it reveals something far more personal, the Goddess we worship outside is already living within us. When I chant “Ya Devi Sarva Bhuteshu Shakti Rupena Samsthita”, I no longer feel I am calling on someone far away. I feel as though I am recognizing the Shakti already flowing in me, in you, and in every being around us. I have felt her as the strength that helps me rise after failure, after every betrayal and vulnerabilit...

బలం నీ చేతిలో ఉన్న ఆయుధంలో కాదు…దృఢ సంకల్పంలో ఉంది.

 మేమంతా ఒక సినిమా చూస్తూ ఆసక్తిగా మునిగిపోయాం. కథలో, ధర్మాన్ని కాపాడేందుకు పోరాడుతున్న హీరో ఒక్కడు. విలన్లు భారీ ఆయుధాలతో ఉగ్రరూపంలో కనిపిస్తున్నారు, కానీ హీరో చేతిలో కేవలం ఒక త్రిశూలం లాంటి సామాన్యమైన ఆయుధం మాత్రమే. With deep involved ..చూస్తున్న నా కొడుకు నన్ను ఆశ్చర్యంగా అడిగాడు, "అమ్మా, ఇతను ఈ చిన్న ఆయుధంతో ఎలా ఈ రాక్షసులను ఓడిస్తాడు?" సినిమాలో నేను అంతగా లీనమై, వెంటనే స్పందించాను, "బలం ఆయుధంలో ఉండదు… దాన్ని పట్టిన వాడిలో ఉంటుంది!" ఆ మాట నాకెందుకో లోపల ఏదో ఆలోచనను రేకెత్తించింది. ఒక్కసారిగా ఆగిపోయి లోతుగా తర్కించాను. నిజంగా, ఇదేనా అన్ని మహాకావ్యాల సారం? నిజమైన శక్తి మన దగ్గర ఉన్న ఆయుధాల్లో కాదు, మన విశ్వాసంలో, మన నమ్మకంలో, మన ధైర్యంలో ఉంది. గాండీవం అర్జునుని చేతిలో ఉన్నందుకే ధర్మానికి సహాయపడింది. సుదర్శన చక్రం శ్రీకృష్ణుని జ్ఞానానికి లోబడి ధర్మరక్షణ చేసింది. హనుమంతుడు తన శక్తిని గుర్తించక ముందు సాధారణ వానరుడే… కానీ నమ్మకం కలిగిన క్షణమే అతను అపరమిత శక్తి పొందాడు. సుదర్శన చక్రం ఎందుకు కేవలం ఒక చక్రం కాదు? గాండీవం ఎందుకు సామాన్య ధనుస్సు కాదు? ఎందుకు అదే ఆయుధాలు ఇతర...

where true power lies??

Namasthe to "Voice of Chittan" Readers!  As we sat together for a family movie night, immersed in the gripping tale unfolding on the screen, the hero stood alone, fighting against injustice. The villains, armed with massive weapons, seemed invincible, while the hero wielded nothing but a simple hammer. Watching intently, my son turned to me and asked, "How can he stop evil with just a hammer?" Without a second thought, completely absorbed in the moment, I responded, "Balam aayudham lo undadhu… daanni patte vaadilo untundhi!" (Strength is not in the weapon, but in the one who wields it.) As soon as I uttered those words, something struck me. I paused. I pondered. Wasn't this the essence of every great story, every legend, and every real-life victory? The Gandiva was powerful only because it was in Arjuna’s hands, used for a righteous cause. The Sudarshana Chakra became a force of protection and justice only when wielded by Lord Krishna. Hanuman, though ...

Carry Your True Colors

 Today, while walking outside, I noticed a tiny insect crawling on the stones. At first, it looked ordinary. But when I looked closer, I saw bright red marks on its back. Such a small creature, yet it carried such striking colors. Image credit: Mother Nature's gift and Captured by me That moment stayed with me. We often try to fit into what others expect of us , their wishes, their desires, their idea of who we should be. In the process, we sometimes forget our own colors, our own truth. But the little insect reminded me of something important: strength doesn’t come from size, or from pleasing everyone. It comes from spirit , from daring to stand out, just as we are. Life may not always place us in easy surroundings. People may not always notice us, or even accept us. Yet, when we carry our true self with honesty and courage, we shine in our own quiet way. Strength isn’t in size. Strength is in staying original, in not hiding our colors to blend in. And when we live this way, w...