Dr Kalam met our children at his home, the President House. The kids came calling on him from far flung village. It was yet another occasion for me to take a lesson on humility from the legend. Kalam Sahab fine tuned their lunch menu AND sweet dishes, including choicest pastries that the kids carried along for their long return journey from their uncle (very thoughtful).

He told me,"Mr Sikka, not too long ago, I was like them, poor and hungry. I had dreams, I still have. And I am sure they have bigger ones. Who knows, there may be a President, a Prime Minister or a researcher amongst them".
He went on to PERSONALLY host luncheon for the kids, talked to them one by one as a friend and shook hands with everyone. There was no high chair, no caste, creed or religion between them. There was but the humanity and blessings of a noble soul pouring through in abundance. I could see true happiness in his eyes.

Friends, If you agree with me, let's join hands and request the Government that henceforth Dr Kalam's birthday should be celebrated as
'The Children's Day'.