• Aditya | 12-Jan-2020
    Stereotyping has become a part of our life. More often than not we do it subconsciously and sometimes we do it knowingly. Either way, it has become difficult for us to accept things as they are. People, places, things, thoughts everything has to fall in this or that bucket and art is no exception. So which bucket do we put Chhappak in? Is it a tragedy? Is it a quest? Is it rebirth? Is it rags to riches? It can be anything or a bit of everything. Try and park the urge to assign a category, try and accept the film with a clean perspective without expecting cliché of the genre, only then there is a possibility that you will be able to see Chhappak for what it is. For it is just a story that needs to be told, as it is...! I came out of the theater obviously troubled, scared and concerned. But not once during the entire run time did I cry, and let me tell you I cry easily. Not once did I experience shock, not once did I felt like closing my eyes. There have been insensitive films where heinous crimes are
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  • Catalysts and chain reactions
    Aditya | 22-Dec-2019
    Catalyst is a substance which increases the rate of a chemical reaction without getting consumed in the reaction. Lot of people known as "social media influencers" feel that they are "catalyst" and they can trigger a reaction without getting consumed in it. They tend to overlook that in some cases a reactive by-product causes additional reactions to take place triggering a sequence of events called as "chain reaction". Be very aware that once you trigger a chain reaction, there is no escaping the snowball effect. Be careful, learn a thing or two and have a wonderful Sunday, on Monday you have to hit the streets.
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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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  • Wabi-Sabi- the paradoxical interior concept or another idea of beauty?
    Manasi Bhosale | 19-Nov-2019
    Wabi-Sabi- the paradoxical interior concept or another idea of beauty?   An article I was reading the other day had a picture of a blue bowl with a wide, visible crack in it. This crack was reconstructed with “golden joinery”- the repairs were conspicuous but somehow appealing. The caption said- ‘Kintsugi: the Japanese art of mending broken pottery using (lacquer) resin laced with gold’. This age-old art embraces an object with all its damage and imperfections. It reconstructs and repairs broken ceramics to give them new life so that they become even more charismatic thanks to the “disfigurement”. These objects are not to be discarded but to be displayed with a feeling of pride- they do have a unique story to tell.   The craft has become a kind of anthem in recent times: with the hope that we all may be able to embrace our experiences positively and live with our “scars of gold”!   Kintsugi pottery is often seen as an artistic expression
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  • It's Almost Never a Failure
    poorva94 | 22-Oct-2019
    In school, I was a bright kid. Good marks and completed homework at all times. Never had I gone to bed with any or some of my homework incomplete. It reflected in all of my exams as well. I felt like I'm made for this. Like nothing can ever go wrong. This feeling gained more strength when I passed my 12th standard boards with exceptionally good marks, which is supposed to be a "turning point" in one's career. Now when I think about it, I guess I should have had a little taste of failure in that age. My first rendezvous with the fact that life isn't always a cakewalk came in my first year of graduation. No one in my family is an architect so I was walking in an unchartered territory. The fact that I scored somewhere in the "higher second class" slab as people so popularly categorize it, was extremely shocking for me. I was disappointed in myself and I remember so many nights after getting my first semester results, that I had cried myself to sleep and woken up with swollen eyes and a blotched face. As the cou
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  • Lessons I Learnt When Life Jolted Me
    Diyaa | 15-Oct-2019
       Sitting with myself and gathering my thoughts was one of the best things I enjoyed doing alone until today. Now,  as I close my eyes, I don't find solace, rather this incident that happened with me a week back keeps flashing in front of my closed eyes and shakes me up making me all jittery.   It was a not-so-perfect rainy day wherein I sensed my life being jinxed with a lot of things going out of their way. Starting with delayed flights to my destination, which took almost twice as long to reach, to not getting my bags on arrival, it was just signs all the way for me to be more cautious. I went for an out station wedding with my family where my kids and my bags out of the whole lot hadn't arrived. We had to shop for each day in hope of receiving the bags later at the end of the day. Somehow they arrived one after the other and I didn't know whether to be grateful for it or just accept it after spending so much more on impromptu shopping for the wedding.    The day of the w
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  • The Love Affair I Got Comfortable With!
    Diyaa | 15-Oct-2019
    She hugged him tight and cried. It was a dark stormy night. The clouds were intensely close, waiting to squeeze tight together and burst out. Nature was mimicking human emotions virtually. Zara didn’t want to leave him; not now at least. She was in love. The kind of love wherein you don’t know if you are better together in a cuddly embrace for some time or lost in each other's thoughts all day. But this was the deciding time of her life. Amit stayed just one block ahead of Zara. She was visiting her parent’s house those days and so was he. She made it a point to see him every time he came around. They loved meeting up for coffees. It always struck me hard when I saw men keep themselves free for other women so easily. I never found the time for my own, forget any other. Probably that explains the whole chaos around me now. Oh well, I still haven't introduced myself. I am Rahul, Zara’s husband and this is my story. She used to mention about Amit a lot. They were childhood friends. Thei
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  • The Love Affair I Got Comfortable With!
    Diyaa | 15-Oct-2019
    She hugged him tight and cried. It was a dark stormy night. The clouds were intensely close, waiting to squeeze tight together and burst out. Nature was mimicking human emotions virtually. Zara didn’t want to leave him; not now at least. She was in love. The kind of love wherein you don’t know if you are better together in a cuddly embrace for some time or lost in each other's thoughts all day. But this was the deciding time of her life. Amit stayed just one block ahead of Zara. She was visiting her parent’s house those days and so was he. She made it a point to see him every time he came around. They loved meeting up for coffees. It always struck me hard when I saw men keep themselves free for other women so easily. I never found the time for my own, forget any other. Probably that explains the whole chaos around me now. Oh well, I still haven't introduced myself. I am Rahul, Zara’s husband and this is my story. She used to mention about Amit a lot. They were childhood friends. Thei
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  • It´s my life!
    LanguageCafe | 10-Aug-2019
    And I have learned to love it. I enjoy trips down memory lane, listening to stories my aunt narrates in her cool, shaded balcony amidst cups of hot tea and crumpets. I don't get upset if my maid turns up late or not at all. I don't hesitate to give her an advance, even if the month has just begun. No more haggling with fruit and vegetable vendors and with auto drivers. No more judgment and no more opinions. I don't have to explain anything to anyone. If someone feels I am wrong, I just smile. Maybe they are right. Maybe not. How does it matter?  My inner beauty reflects more of me without me having to say a word. My happiness is my business and I am busy minding it. 
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  • Fly like a kite, with a little string in my hand
    Neha Mirashi | 03-Aug-2019
    The word "possessive" takes on a very strong and real meaning when your child starts interacting, and actually liking other people. And if this happens in the " i need to start disciplining my child" phase, you have had it. It is a mental roller coaster. You want to be the "good cop", always. You also know you cannot afford to be the good cop, because there is no "bad cop" around, other than you, not for many miles.I am still trying to figure out what disciplining means.I am trying hard to look into my past to see how, or even if, my sister and i were disciplined. For some reason, the word discipline brings forth a negative image. A picture of a cane and military style stand-in-attention, in a straight line, with ram rod straight backs. No laughing, no smiling, no giggling.When Aria makes a mess on the floor with water and mud, am i supposed to discipline her or let the joy on her face overrule?When Aria insists on eating on her own in the most messy way possible, am i supposed to discipline her or appreciate
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  • Don’t go week in your knees!
    The Pep Up Studio | 05-Jun-2019
    Don’t go week in your knees!    Joey lost his lady love because he couldn’t kneel down to propose her and if he would he would need her support to get up… well a famous aphorism …all is lost in love and war but don’t go week in your knees unless otherwise from being in love. The knee as we all know is the strongest and one of the most important joints in the human body. As we all know knee issues are on the rise. These issues may be because of one or many things like over use or injury, damaged cartilage, arthritis or simply not strengthening before exercise. I have encountered many people who run in marathons without proper strengthening of the leg muscles which in turn put pressure on the knee. More over running on a hard surface without proper shoes causes extra concern. At the age of 14, I had a knee injury causing knee effusion (accumulation of fluid around the knee) which caused my knee to pain and post the joint aspiration it still pained and made cracklin
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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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  • Give me a break please!
    Diyaa | 25-May-2019
             "Don't shout please and get away from each other!", "Is this really how you treat your own brother?” were the 'not-so-soothing' words that came out of my mouth that night. I was a witness to my boys’ fight, compulsively playing a role of a referee while my husband lay on the bed watching Netflix and simultaneously checking his whatsapp messages on his phone. I thought I was the only one who could multi-task around kids but he was way better when he came to it. I quickly settled the two little ones in their own space and a called it a night. I finally lay down on my warm bed and sank deep in my fantasy world. In my head, I couldn’t wait to go away from home to spend time on a holiday. My hubby had planned an exotic one for us later this summer. Knowing I would be travelling with my boys and my in-laws and being the lady of the house, I would be at duty more there than here. So what I was looking at was loosening up from my hectic routine. My day comprised of
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  • Life is beautiful
    Asmita Javdekar | 24-Apr-2019
    Aai (my mother) hails from Sankeshwar, a small village in Karnataka.She travelled by an airplane for the first time in her life in 2004, when my sister delivered her first baby.CJ grew up in South Korea and moved to America in search of better opportunities for a lively hood.Aai and CJ share an inexplicable friendship.They do not spend too much time together, nor do they speak that often but every year when Aai visits my sister, the first person she packs a gift for is CJ.Recently, when CJ’s husband met with an accident, Aai packed her a lunch box with home cooked Indian food, lest she have to spend time on cooking, after a long day at work.CJ in turn, brings Aai the choicest of fruits and Korean chutneys as she knows Aai loves them.Once we learn the subtle art of sharing by opening our hearts out, we are able to transcend the imaginary boundaries and unshackle the barriers of Geography, culture, language and skin colour.Right there, dwells the power of the Human connect.With such simple, soul to soul c
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  • Love
    Kalamwali | 04-Apr-2019
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    LOVE- Love is not just a four lettered word.It’s four-dimensional and much more than what is conferred. Length, width, depth and timeIt’s these dimensions that make love, sublime. Let’s talk about the life of your love now, What matters more than how long you’ve loved, is how you love.You may have been loved for a day, but if it is the love you need, it is the love that will stay! Because Love is not just a four lettered word,It’s four-dimensional and much more than what has been inferred. Width of love is broader than what is seen about loving someone.It’s about hating something about the person without hating that whole someoneGoing beyond expectations fulfilled and unfulfilled,but thriving within the boundaries of the promises of the willed. Because Love is not just a four lettered word,It’s four-dimensional and much more than what has been concurred.   Depth of love cannot be described.For some it may be deeper than the ocean, for me it is nothing but th
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  • An incident that changed lives of Mr. & Mrs. Gupta forever
    Diyaa | 27-Mar-2019
      Mr. and Mrs. Gupta, married for eight years now lived in a posh apartment in a Middle Eastern city. They worked hard all day in their respective fields. Neha Gupta, the wife still looked very sharp and dainty for her age at thirty five while Manoj Gupta, who was soon going to be forty, carried a tall broad image of himself. They both complimented each other in their looks as well as their professional lives. Neha worked in the same multinational company for almost a decade, now at a very high post, while Manoj was managing his well settled business of gold jewellery.   Everything looked very happy around this couple and their three and a half year old daughter Kiara. She was the apple of their eye. Kiara spent most of her time with her grandmother, Neha’s mom who lived with them too. She loved taking care of Kiara, all day with help of a nanny. She took her to the park in evenings or nearby lake for strolls while mornings she got her ready and sent her to a pre-school. Manoj had kept a dr
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