• Simple pleasures of life!
    Jyoti | 15-Jun-2019
    In this chaotic life, do find some time to enjoy simple pleasures. I am listing some here: Waking up fresh early morning after a sound sleep and no alarm Cycling in morning with less traffic Smile of a child Smell of earth after first rain Enjoying chai-pakoda/corn in rain Walk in a garden Just sitting and breathing Driving with window down and feeling the wind in your hair Walking under the stars Listening to a favorite song on radio Cooking your favourite dish Talking with old friends Watching sunrise/sunset Playing with children Reading a good book Vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce Watching rain from your favourite place at home Having a good laugh Getting a compliment Bringing a smile on someone's face Blooming flowers  Clean laundry
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  • A Kiss of Love
    Asmita Javdekar | 07-Jun-2019
    She dragged herself out of bed.The night seemed to be furtively lingeringover the nippy, peaceful milieu.Her daughter had an early morningBasketball practice at school.The frenzied dash of the first 20minutesof her day witnessed a new level of agility,from two tight hair braids to three healthyDabbas!!Finally, the customary farewell kiss on theforehead infused some emotion into herrobotic operation.
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  • Wanderer
    Asmita Javdekar | 07-Jun-2019
    I know the Swiss Alps like the back of myhand.I've romanced in dreamy Italian hamlets,scattering down to the sea.I've played hide and seek in the narrow,cobbled alleys in Edinburgh.I've breathed, felt, touched, owned everytravel destinationHere, I'm not the only one who's travelledwithout a passport or a visa.Yerwada Jail is known for miserly humansand generous books.
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  • Tri Colour on Ice
    Asmita Javdekar | 20-May-2019
    Shruti KotwalI spotted her training at the gym this morning. Her posture, built and focus, prompted me to ask her if she were an athlete. “I am an ice skater.” was her modest reply.Thank god for my curiosity, I prodded her further.Meet Shruti Kotwal, India’s first female ice skating champion.Shruti has been roller skating since childhood. After becoming a National level gold medallist in roller skating, she hit a roadblock for what next?A scholarship guided her to pursue ice skating in Germany. At the 2011 South Asian Winter Games, she won three gold medals in the 500m, 1,000m and 1,500m categories.A blazing dream stimulated her to move to Calgary in Canada to hone her skills.I asked her if she ever felt deflated, like where is all this leading her? “Every single day. There are highs and lows. I miss home, I miss family. I train four to five hours daily and then there are races that don’t go according to plan.Add to this, I am the only brown girl in the arena. It’s almost l
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  • Adi Shakti
    Asmita Javdekar | 13-Apr-2019
    What were the chances that just a day after watching Delhi Crime on Netflix and having been deeply impacted by the role of a young IPS officer, Neeti Singh, I bump into these three young police constables.What caught my attention was the uniformity of their demeanour. All three were fit with a calming disposition and a confident gait.Shraddha Gaikwad, Priyanka Pawar and Seema Musale are all less than thirty, married with children. One of them is a mother to infant twins. They work from 9am to 9pm.Women are inherent protectors. They also have a way with words and don’t need to escalate a situation to physical force as often as men.Having said this, when a situation demands, they can unleash their internal super human power.“We all have it. It’s important to know when to let is rest and when to make it thunder.”
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  • Asmita Javdekar | 14-Mar-2019
    He was an insomniac.She was a sleepy head.He smiled, watching her while she slept.She smiled back, dreaming about him.
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  • Asmita Javdekar | 11-Mar-2019
    The greys in his hair stood for his experience.The wrinkles on her face reflected her mature grace.They wondered where years seeped through them.In their entwined hands however, lay love.blissfully unaware.forever young.
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  • And they lived...
    Aditya | 17-Feb-2019
    When Karan returns to Delhi, embarrassed, shameful and possibly looking for an assurance, Romila shames him further and turns away. Mr. Shergill follows suite and a devastated Karan returns to IMA to “earn his worth”. He does! Only after going through a period of shaping, as brutal as a cast iron furnace. He returns home as a war hero and then and only then does he find solace in Romila’s arms. We have all celebrated this coming of age narrative along with the popular theory being fed to us all the time that, one has to “earn” the love, not just “yearn” for it. And I dare say that this earning part is largely assigned to the man. I am not finding faults, from Romila’s perspective she was possibly right, how can she respect a man who does not respect himself? Probably she deliberately made him go through the grind, she did not mind that while doing so, she made herself into a trophy to be earned. She did all that possibly because she cared and had his best inter
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  • Knowing You
    Neeti Patel | 17-Dec-2018
    When I say I want to “know you”I want to hear every thought that has crossed your mind, every emotion that has filled your soul!And I’ll promise to be a listener that I never was to anyone else before.
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  • Tea Person
    Neeti Patel | 17-Dec-2018
    He was a ‘Tea-person’ and I was a ‘Coffee fanatic’ and everything was fine; until he said, “I like your coffee now!”
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  • •	The Traditional Vs The Modern Aspect of Literature
    Ankita Kulkarni | 23-Jul-2018
    The era of the most famous authors from Britain such as William Shakespeare, Wordsworth and the Bronte sisters was considered to be the most traditional and classical age of English literature. During this era, the writers would be seen sitting on a faraway hill along a flowing river, looking at the blooming flower or the birds singing softly in the trees, which would inspire and motivate them to come up with sonnets or poems. Others would have experienced such severe traumas in their life that their grief would be expressed through their writings. Social pressures, political feudsand deaths would play a major role in igniting the inner flames of expressions of these writers. Their excerpts would have such deep meanings and soulful words that even after centuries, their works would have an extensive impact on the entire world. Their writings expressed feelings with profound vividness and emotion which created freedom of expression. One of Shakespeare’s most famous dialogue from his play Merchant of Venice, “I
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  • The Performance...
    Aditya | 12-Jul-2018
    I had this raging debate with my friends about the performer and fan relationship a couple of times. So I thought it would be better if I put together my thoughts in a coherent manner rather than arguing. The premise of the discussion was; whether the audience, the fan as we call him, has any right to comment, criticize or form opinion about the performer, his craft and his on stage behavior? My friends feels that as viewers we should just observe the spectacle and leave it at that. Some feel that it is ok to express about the craft but not the “other” aspects. Some say that it anyway does not matter what you feel, cause the performer isn't performing for you, he is doing it out of his own passion and love for the craft, you just happen to be there. Therein lies the question. Does a performer, be it a sportsman, or a dancer, or a painter, perform only for his personal happiness and or enrichment? Or does he seek something more? Shibumi, a novel by Trevanian remain one of my favourite works
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  • That thing called life!!!
    Jyoti | 23-May-2018
    Life is a very harsh teacher, it takes a test first and then teaches us a lesson which we are very unlikely to forget. What I got to learn in the last couple of years is that life is unpredictable. We all know this but still we keep on procrastinating many things. The people wo died in the morning had plans for the evening and the ones who died in the evening had plans for the next day. We don’t know what will happen next so don’t hold on to grudges, forgive and forget, be kind to everyone and live the moment. Life is too short to be angry. We keep on saying that I will do this thing after that and that thing after this and so on but we don’t know whether that time will come or not. Many a times, we postpone/cancel plans thinking that I will do this later but who knows whether that later will come or not! This lesson is learnt very late in life and then we think of all the things we could have done before. Most of the times we are bitter because life did not go as per our plan/the way we w
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  • Aggressive Book Marketing : How much is too much!
    Sujata Rajpal | 20-May-2018
    Last week at the petrol bunk while I leaned against my car, my eyes fixed on the meter as the guy held the nozzle of the tube to my fuel tank, a car stopped in the parallel lane. The lady on the wheel was a well-known corporate trainer who I follow on the social media. Not wanting to let go of the opportunity to meet the woman in person, I walked over to the other side leaving the fuel tank to the honesty of the petrol guy. I peeped into her window and praised her about her thoughtful posts. It was flattering to learn that she knew about my book.   ‘Ok, nice meeting you, Let me know when you are in Mysore next, would love to meet you,’ I said when the guy gestured me to move my car. ‘But you haven’t bought my book.’ Saying this, she took out a book from a bag kept on the passenger seat. ‘Oh I didn’t know you have written a book,’ I said, embarrassed at my ignorance. She threw a smile at me. ‘Now you know.’ Then she gave me a quick gist of th
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  • Be Kind
    nehapanchamiya | 17-Apr-2018
    You think they're only animals. You believe they don't feel love and pain like us.     The love they share, is real.  The pain of separation they feel, is real.    Be kind.
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  • No regrets. Just numb.
    nehapanchamiya | 17-Apr-2018
    To watch a life leave its body at a time in moment that you determined, is numbing.   To watch a life become lifeless and be carried for burial knowing you were part of the call, is numbing.    To know that you will go back tomorrow and have to make similar decisions again, is numbing.    Numbing, because you cannot be allowed to feel a thing...because if I cry right now, I will not stop, and then how I will I make the right decisions tomorrow again?    For whoever said working with animals is so much fun and called me lucky for being able to follow my passion, days like today, make me want to scowl at them and offer them to wear my shoes, on a day like today.    No regrets. Just numb. 
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