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Being Me Good morning!! Yet another Saturday AM blog. Today is the day of introspection, reflection, and contemplation. I am grateful to almighty for each and every blessing that has been showered on me and on my family.  Today is also the day of completing one year of committing to active blogging and publishing the post every Saturday. I have tete-a-tete received so many comments and compliments for being a consistent writer and blogger with promising blessings that I am doing a good job. It certainly feels good. Thank you so much for your fortunate words, impelling comments, and thrilling compliments. I recollect the exact moment when my fussy mind and vibrant soul required “ something ” more to do and I contacted my Professor to involve me in anything creative and productive. I pleaded with her to provide me with anything to do.  This does not imply that I do not have a life or have lesser things to do. I am a full-time mother, a full-time homemaker, a full-time HR professional of

  1984- George Orwell (Pic from Internet) 1984 is the novel that questioned my mind and stance on the common sense of society and its working. It was a hard read for me, but more importantly, it felt like a must-read if one wished to feel a slap-of-truth-be-told-on-face... literally!! Published on 8 June 1949 this dystopian social-science fiction novel and the cautionary tale is the last published book of George Orwell. Orwell effectively scours the themes of mass media control, government surveillance, totalitarianism, and how a dictator can alter and affect history, thoughts, and lives in such a way that no one can circumvent it. The story revolves around the life of Winston Smith, a low-ranking member of 'the Party', who is baffled by the omnipresent eyes of the party, and its ominous ruler ‘Big Brother'. Smith belongs to the ‘Outer Party’, and his job is to rewrite history in the ‘Ministry of Truth’, bringing it in line with prevailing political thinking. However, W

  After many years of dwelling a life-in-guilty, I uncovered that all the guilt in my world was nothing but an outcome of over-exaggeration and over-thinking!! If you had asked me five years back about my " priority list " … it looked something like this- My old equation= Family (including friends) + Work + Chores + Other (including self-care) I was always tough on myself and the self-deprecating feelings like " I'm not doing enough for my kids/ partner/ parent /friends/job. What is wrong with me? " used to constantly nag me. I was full of self-doubts. I was the biggest critique of myself. The notions of self-gratitude were equivalent to selfishness in my life’s dictionary. After loads of ( bitter ) experiences, I found that this guilt trip is not personal to me. Most of us are suffering or have suffered from guilt at some point in life. The beginning of this infamous jaunt probably lies in our socialization. Across societies, we have been socialized for thousa

Trilogy- The Passage In these encouraging times when the swarm of invisible deadly Covid virus finally seems to be going out from the globe, I read this science-thriller-fiction trilogy recommended by my younger brother. The chronological order of this voluminous vampire-virus trilogy is: 1st book- The Passage (2010), 2nd book- The Twelve (2012), and 3rd book- The City of Mirrors (2016). Melding apocalyptic fiction with straight-up horror, these books swoop over in time…i.e. from the near-future, when a classified team of government scientists experiments to formulate a medicine that will render forever immunity to 1,000 years in the far-future when a leftover human is striving to exist and circumvent the " virals " that have annihilated most of the world population. It is an epic and gripping tale of the catastrophe and survival story of Amy, the lead character. This trilogy has all the masala from vivid characters across centuries, shocking scenery, emotions, the spill o

  Brahmin Dream (Pic from internet) Once upon a time, there lived a poor Brahmin in a village. He begged for a living. One day he got a barley meal. He ate a bit and put the rest in a pot that he hung by his cot. As he gawked at the pot, he began to daydream. He dreamt that if a famine came to the land, then he could trade it for a hundred coins. With these silver coins, he would buy a set of goats. They would have fledglings every six months and promptly he would cultivate a herd of goats. Then he would sell the goats for cows and then buffaloes and then mares. The mares would have horses and he would sell them for gold. With this earned gold, he would buy a large house. Soon, a prosperous man would come by and offer his daughter in marriage, along with a dowry. They would marry and soon the wife would have a son. When the son was old enough to ride on his knee, he would take a book, sit on the stable roof, and think. Then the son would see him, jump from his mother’s lap in his eager