• Dr Sana Khan | 11-Jan-2020
    When you aren't happy and you cannot express it..it's horrible There aren't any responsibilities upon you yet you have to shoulder somebody else's responsibility just for the word of mouth.  When you die inside everyday and have become like a live corpse yet you are living  When your efforts don't bear any fruits  And your prayers have become so ineffective that you don't think any miracle will ever happen again When you're free in actual life yet you are caught up due to work place responsibility that will Never ever bear any fruit yet God only knows what karma debt you are paying.  It's bad... it's so bad that you are sorry for yourself...  You're at your worst of emotional state when you know you will be orphaned on a certain day not by your parents but others... Life never was so bad and it was never so dependent on anybody else as it is now.  On sharing stuff with friends they say Resign but it's difficult because you're Trapped..  When you can see time fleeti
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  • Aditya | 03-Dec-2019
    As a kid, did my parents or elders around me teach me to respect women? Is there a written procedure to follow? A mutually agreeable protocol? I guess not. Parents can share a few good things from their perspective but I believe, by and large kids observe adults around them and emulate their behaviour. That's how we learn, that's how we grow.   While growing up, I also realised that, few things men and women in my family did were wrong. As teenagers we have immense sensitivity to notice these things but not necessarily the maturity to process it. We see things in society that we don’t agree with but lack the skill to articulate our feelings or the power to influence.   But as we become adults we are supposed to have gained that wisdom to work on these inputs. Do we consciously work on it or do we continue to unconsciously emulate our ancestors? Do we merely reflect the society by being one of them or have what it takes to form an individual stand?   These are roughly the three stage
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  • Madhura | 07-Aug-2019
    I am a mother since the past 8 years. I have a son who is growing at the speed of lightning. It feels like he dashed through the phases of Baby TV, Jake and the Never land pirates to Pokemon and Bey Blade and has landed on the Minecraft phase in just 267 days. He is 8. But I ask myself. How old is the mother in me?  Two weeks back we had planned to watch the latest Spiderman movie and my son asked me “Did you check with me before booking the tickets?”. I was quite taken aback. Although I applauded the clarity in his thoughts and also gave myself a pat on my own back for raising a child which does not fear expressing his displeasure regarding a plan. (I could not imagine an 8-year-old ‘me’ asking my mother the same question without having to pay for it without a red cheek). I also highly appreciated the effortless objectivity in his tone. No attitude. No arrogance. A plain expression of his feelings. He went to bed that night and I sat thinking about my own growth as a parent. A c
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  • Are we Americanising Indian kids?
    Diyaa | 25-May-2019
      It was a lazy weekend and we had no out of the ordinary plans. We generally reserve the weekends for our kids and do stuff they like or they would want to. Since there was not much on the list that day, we thought of catching up on some masala bollywood movie. I knew by the reviews that it was good enough for the kids to watch. So we went for it and had a hilarious time. He loved it so much that, he even mentioned about it to his group of friends the next day. There it started, what I knew was going to pop up very soon, a storm of questions. I heard all sorts of statements like 'we still don't take them for movies’, 'how can you show them bolly movies?’, 'these aren't kiddy activities!’ and so on. I was constantly being judged for that two hours of entertainment I took my kid to. My point was simple. They enjoyed and had a wholesome laugh, what more could I have asked for. With just giving them an additional box of popcorn I too got my peace of time there.I felt like saying, ‘I
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  • The New You – Version 2.0
    Team2dzign | 23-Jul-2017
    Quite a weird title! But it seems apt at the moment. This story is about every girl & women who has been through a sabbatical at normal life or work or studies or any activity that was her agenda. The many reasons for sabbatical could be – shifting to a new city, a maternity leave, to take care for some family member who is sick, choosing the wrong path for academics, acute health issue, etc. The purpose of writing this is, I have experienced a sabbatical from my profession and am now in a way getting back to the thing that keeps me going – My Work ! Though not in a “conventional job” but in way that suits me, works well for my family and personal space. In today’s competitive world – there have evolved lot many “apparent” parameters that constantly decide your rating in the Society like - Job, Profile, Package, Bonus. Moving onto your personal life “How healthy is your life on Social media”, fan following at Facebook - Instagram, where do you
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  • The Art of Delegation
    chakor gandhi | 05-Jul-2016
    Delegation is an art more than science. When learnt and practiced by an individual in his own environment and conditions, it leads to peace and growth. It’s a crucial step towards attaining leadership. Energy, time and mind share all are limited resources. Hence it’s required to appoint people to work for. However, to grow collectively as a team, delegation is essential. Established organizations work together and grow together in spite of the massive man power. Delegation plays a major role in it. But just how ‘Charity begins at home’, the art of delegation first applies to an individual. Delegation, when done appropriately, results in availability of ample time to pursue various things in life. To develop the art, it’s important to understand, believe, follow and practice certain things. First and foremost is to learn to trust people. Have faith in them. If the person in doubt makes the right decisions for his/her own life, why doubt their capabilities when it comes to work?
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  • Rhea sovani | 24-May-2016
    Growing up isn't easy. It's one hell of an experience. It's an endless journey in which life keeps throwing invisible hate bombs at you which you can't seem to dodge all that gracefully. You find out who you are and what you want (an endless list of needs), and then you realise that the people who you seem to have known forever, don't see things the way you do. There is this unexplainable and drastic change in perspectives,and your lack of comprehending them creates drifts between you and these people. In this process, you loose most of them and yet, find yourself moving on. That's when the 'maturity' kicks in. You might find yourself stuck in dark phases but you know that the light will begin to shine and the darkness will not be able to stop it. You keep telling yourself that life will be all rainbows and sunshine with just a little patience and perseverance. You no longer find the need for people you love to tell you that. You become independent enough to take your decisions and your newly enhanced ego
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  • nikhilnmuley | 06-Feb-2016
      For the most wild, yet most homely narrative which I am about to pen, I neither expect nor solicit belief. Mad indeed would I be to expect it, in a case where my very senses reject their own evidence. Yet, mad am I not -- and very surely do I not dream. But to-morrow I die, and to-day I would unburthen my soul. FOR the most wild, yet most homely narrative which I am about to pen, I neither expect nor solicit belief. Mad indeed would I be to expect it, in a case where my very senses reject their own evidence. Yet, mad am I not - and very surely do I not dream. But to-morrow I die, and to-day I would unburthen my soul. My immediate purpose is to place before the world, plainly, succinctly, and without comment, a series of mere household events. In their consequences, these events have terrified - have tortured - have destroyed me. Yet I will not attempt to expound them. To me, they have presented little but Horror - to many they will seem less terrible than barroques. Hereafter, perhaps, some intel
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