About Rakesh Anand Bakshi

Film-script writer, director, actor, author, photographer, swimmer, walker and cyclist. Founder of Bicycle Angels, a non-profit social initiative that helps donate livelihood bicycles to the under privileged; My Memoirs – My stories for my family, creates a video or audio diary of your life story and inspiring moments, however young or old you may be; Beautiful Bicycles Beautiful People, a blog on cyclists, their rides, their stories. Love reading biographies, self help books and fiction novels; and watching different kinds of cinema and documentaries. And founder of Plant A Life - Plant Angels; and Water Angels - Water Taxi. https://www.facebook.com/rakesh.anand.bakshi https://www.linkedin.com/in/rakesh-anand-bakshi-0453b437?trk=nav_responsive_tab_profile Author of Directors' Diaries - The Road To Their First Film, and how they make films. https://rakbak16.wordpress.com/ https://www.facebook.com/DirectorsDiaries Blog on cyclists, ‘Beautiful Bicycles Beautiful People.’ https://www.facebook.com/groups/313526712019526/ I have founded a not-for-profit social initiative, Bicycle Angels. To donate livelihood bicycles to those who need one to earn a livelihood. Bicycle Angels (Donate a livelihood bicycle). https://www.facebook.com/groups/309043432570135/ and; https://bicycleangels.wordpress.com/ And a social initiative to thank Mother Earth for her Oxygen we consume Plant A Life - Plant Angels https://www.facebook.com/PlantAngels and Water Angels - Water Taxis to provide drinking water to the less privileged https://www.facebook.com/groups/982882808439289/ I have written, produced, directed and edited four short films: “Keemat” – We have a value in spite of our shortcomings; “Enough” – We are never too poor to share; “I’ll Be There For You” – Keeping Love Alive; and, “Seeking” - In search of true Beauty. “Seeking” was nominated in the International category of short films at MIFF 2004, the film festival held by the Films Division India, in Mumbai. 3 of these films I shot during my filmmaking workshop at New York Film Academy in London, 2002. My short films: http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL8B0134C79DDA00BB https://vimeo.com/user12236724/videos My short films can be viewed at: http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL8B0134C79DDA00BB and, https://vimeo.com/user12236724/videos My youtube channel: http://www.youtube.com/channel/UCipCdxuTdU5767rsi8x0F_A

Sr No 192 – One glass of water is all it takes. – Bicycle Angels.



Sr No. 192


Mahadev Ghunke (55)


“One glass of water is what really matters to many who serve us daily. (And it does not have to be refrigerated-chilled.)”


Newspaper vendor since the age of 14.


Mahadev lives near Bandra station. His father expired when he was in the 8th standard in school, leaving being a family of four siblings he had to begin delivering newspapers to pay for his school fees and save some for their family expenses.


He has two children, his wife is a domestic help working at various homes.


After meeting many beneficiaries, like Mahadev, who began delivering milk, newspapers, etc to earn a livelihood when they were teens, they had to stop their school education and sometimes even migrate from their ancestral village to Mumbai for better livelihood opportunities, I feel untimely death of the family’s breadwinner is a habitual thief who has often got away unpunished for stealing innumerable opportunities from innumerable people; and some such unfortunate victims are often the newspaper wala, doodth wala, pau wala… who bring to our doorsteps so many conveniences that vanished from their own home’s threshold on the death of their family’s sole bread winner – fathers. On Fathers’ Day week, I thought it’s nice we happened to assist someone buy a new bicycle whose life changed on the death of his own.


As I watched Mahadev ride away on his brand new bicycle, so happy he was, I thought –  perhaps next time some of us see our own ‘paper wala’ bring to our home the daily news, news good or bad, let us pause one second in eternity to ask him if he would like to have a glass of water; and or offer him a sugar candy. I am a cyclist, even a tiny candy is a quick glucose high a tired body welcomes, especially when we bicycle strenuously since 5 am. And for that, perhaps we can keep a sugar candy near the house door. And water.


Ever since we began knowing such vendors better, who happened to become beneficiaries of our donors’ kindness, I keep two bottles of water and a steel glass outside my house’s two doors. So I have practiced successfully what I suggested here. We can randomly hand the sugar candy to our paper wala (or the fruit vendor …. Etc) personally at dawn or when he comes to collect his monthly fee, if we happen to be awake when/if the soft sound of the news falling outside our home door reaches our willing ears.


I asked Mahadev, who are his best customers, he replied, “.. the ones who offer me water….  And … this other person who sometimes offers me a snack, like, this man who called me inside his house and offered me a sweet snack that they had made that morning when I have happened to visit them to collect my monthly fee….”


From the millions of interactions of a person who is now 55, (20, 075 days of life) he clearly and instantly remembered two people specifically, with a twinkle of light in his eyes, and a twinkle of a smile on his lips replying to me. Moreover, at that moment, when he looked away in space for a brief second of eternity, sharing with us why those few people are his best customers, even I could see his customers in my mind’s eye even though only he was seeing them in his. Perhaps that’s the power of empathy. Empathy being the mother of kindness.

What can a ‘paper wala’ be proud of? I have asked this question to many of our beneficiary, and often I receive a common response. What is Mahadev very proud of?,…. He says he is very proud of his daughter, and his son, but especially his daughter as she is doing very well at school.


He was happy, but so are we, that his children harbor the virtue of valuing their education, for which her father pays for by delivering newspapers daily at dawn in the more than four seasons of Mumbai.  Because doing well at school and later college can become the giant crane that will lift them high above her father’s unfortunate circumstances since childhood. Education is the stepping stone to life’s significant milestones.


Thank you Neelam, Sonia, and Karan Soorma, for donating this new bicycle to Mahadev; he contributed nearly half it’s cost, making him a more deserving beneficiary of your kindness.

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Thank you Siddharth Vora (https://www.facebook.com/siddharth.vora.58?fref=ts)  of Kohinoor Cycles (http://kohinoorcyclestores.blogspot.com/) for the good service & discount.


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I love my dentist. He knows his way around my mouth.

I love my dentist.

He really knows his way around my imperfect mouth, the cavities, the fillings, he accepts me for whatever my mouth’s condition as long as I have a good smile on when I leave.

That’s exactly why I love my close friends. They have seen my cavities and survive the new ones because my smile matters to them more than my cavities. Just like their smile matters to me.

Perfect mouths and even perfection in friendship do not exist. Yet good friendships survive, because the smile matters more than the cavities.

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Some people who believe they do not lack anything, regarding their comfort and security of life, they cheat nobody.

Some people who believe they do not lack anything, regarding their comfort and security of life, they cheat nobody.
And such a person is not necessarily religious.

We lack such people in the religious, political and social affairs of our lives.

Helping hands

Helping hands.

At dawn today I saw a leaf fall off her tree. Before she could hit the ground, and hurt herself, feeble leaves of another small tree caught her securely in their grasp and refused to surrender her to the whims of destiny’s tempest winds. And it reminded me of my own falls, so many, and some friends and my family, books, movies, love for walking running, cycling etc my ambition & life goals held me as ably on my way down.



For many years I have remained imprisoned by some fears because of lack of knowledge and superstitions I believed in.
They had trapped me just like I trapped this lovely firefly in my tea cup today; I hope he/she can see his/her own light to find his/her freedom.
Even I am like this firefly, still imprisoned by some fears insecurities; I hope to see the ‘firefly’s light.’