The Balancing Act

It is unfortunate that we are dangerously close to becoming a civilization with minimum or no emotional quotient..ironically at the same time we are the closest to becoming the most connected human beings in the last so many centuries.  We are lost without our social media updations, Facebook, whatsapp, the likes, the shares, the status updates that's all we do.  Here I am not negating some very powerful influence that the social media has in highlighting certain issues and getting it the right attention it deserves.  However, in-spite of all this power, networking, global world etc. etc. that earthy, simple human compassion is severely missing. You have to just look around to see people cocooned in their own world with a smartphone in hand, its their world, the person sitting right in front or right beside is of no consequence, it is always the person who is online whether that person is genuine , fake, you know that person, has met, never met, never mind!! From this ste

Yoohooo…. I am mighty pleased with myself for having completed the blog marathon which I started on June 27 ,  2016, I was inspired by Ms. Shenoy who is a hugely popular novelist and in spite of her busy schedule takes out time to update her blog and connect with her readers… her blog is also a hugely inspiring place. I am thankful to Ms. Preeti Shenoy for being an inspiration to me and many readers like me. Now, I am convinced that if I put my heart and soul into it, I can take up many challenges and overcome it successfully. I am very much thankful to Vincy , my dear friend, a friend which this blog of mine has gifted to me for being so supportive throughout and coming and reading every post of mine and commenting on it, this in spite of being a full time working women with a house to manage and many other social / church activities for which she devotes her time.   I am thankful to myself for not having succumbed to the temptation of giving up on the blog marathon midw

It takes a lot of effort to change, especially when you have  already passed a few decades of your life, but still the time is never too late to take up any challenge and at least try it out before we give it up totally.  Some of the  things which I would like to take up as a challenge are:- To try and speak only wherever required, especially the urge to speak my mind even if it is going to be detrimental for me in the long run - especially in the professional matters .   To learn to relax and give a break to my worrier mind, especially when I am on a vacation with my family To stop doing clock watching for others.   I am a stickler for punctuality and like to reach at least 5 minutes before time, every where, every time and I keep on pressing my husband and kids to do   the same.   Though it’s a good thing to inculcate this habit in kids but in the long run I get quite worked up when they do not watch clock as I do   There are certain things in life which I want to try desp

“Let our women shoot Bulandshahr culprits in public: Rape victims’ family”   By now the nation might be aware of what happened to a family who was travelling from Noida to Bulandshahar.  In front of the male members of the family the woman and her 14 year old daughter was brutalised and gangraped, there were 12 men in that gang.  These words bold, underlined above are the words of the family members of the woman and her daughter. Now a shiver runs through my spine even before I finish typing these words, I am a woman of almost similar age as that woman and my daughter is exactly 14 years old and there are many instances when me and my family drives down late at night to our home may be after attending a party or a dinner or an ailing relative, or may be coming back after a weekend spent in the neighbourhood of Delhi.  To be honest I have many times avoided such journeys just because I am scared of my husband drving three of us through the deserted and unkind Delhi roads. But

I devoured the book ‘Before we visit the Goddess’,  I loved it to bits.  Ms. Divakaruni is a master story teller, the details, the imagery, her solid grip on the emotions of all her characters makes it a beautiful story.  Though I am not a feminist, I am sure neither is Ms. Divakaruni, the way she has given strength and grit to all her female protagonist is just amazing,  and it makes you all the more proud of being a woman. I say so because she is talking of four generations of women in a family and it is really difficult to give different shades and means of strength to women protagonist spanning from the early 1900s to the y2k era… but she does it and does so effortlessly.  All these women appear to be vulnerable and with their weaknesses in place but somehow, somewhere they all seem to pick up the broken thread, make it a sturdy rope and haul themselves up in the ladder of life..... She captures the different mindset, different melancholy and different set of difficulty t