learning and growing

I am writing my blog because I am free till 11.30am. Last time I did say that I shall let you know where I work and since then till now, I never got the opportunity. I won't take any names but I am a proud employee of the largest educational conglomerate in Eastern India. It's in my home state and is a blessing. For sometime now I have no plans to leave my home state. I will have to conduct a training session for the teachers within the next two hours and as I was preparing myself for the same, I thought of taking a breather. Writing my blog was the first thing that came to my mind.    Honestly, sometimes I feel that a holiday on a Saturday would be well appreciated. It's a weekend after all. Then I remind myself that I have not reached that stage yet. I took a short break after I returned from Rajasthan. But it was a break from my career, not my educational pursuits or life. So, to sum it up, I ended up doing a lot more in the past two and a half months. A lot of pending...

Evening rain makes me write. I don't know if it's a coincidence but now a days I get to hear a lot of stories about how people chose certain careers that made them happy and rich ( obviously, as in what did you think?). Anyway, so today's blog post is not about those people and those stories. Today's blog is about how an ex-colleague and I had a serious conversation one day without intending to have one. It happened in Rajasthan during the month of January. Both my colleague and I, decided to take an evening walk after 7 in the campus. We both were bored and just so you know both of us were of the same age and we had to make use of our excessive energy. So we got out after 7, and we walked and walked. Northern India winter is not like the winter that one experiences in eastern India. Northern India winter can make every corner of your body shiver. That's what makes it very interesting and as we started walking more, talking more, suddenly there was a cold breeze. No...

Needless to say, I am busy again. You shall get to know why, very soon. But what is more important is that I suddenly have this craving, or should I say childish craving of owning every BTS merchandise that's available in the market. Yes, you read that right. Whenever I get obsessed with any particular thing, I buy things related to that thing to have a sense of fulfillment. Also, it doesn't sound crazy to me. But this post is also a thank you note to BTS. I have listened to all the songs sung by them so far and I have so many songs to add to my list of favourite songs by them. I think I had mentioned a few of them in my previous post. BTS is definitely taking the world by storm. Most like their music because of the upbeat tone. Some claim to be ARMY without even knowing their names. But I fall in that group that claims to be ARMY because of the motivation they find in the BTS songs. Most BTS members are around my age and I can relate to their lyrics most of the times. Had I be...

Burnt out? Even I was. Not very sure about what I was doing and what I might do. One day as I was sitting alone, looking at the street in front,wondering  why things look so messed up, I realized that I was to be blamed. Suddenly I did not want to be a part of the rat race anymore. I had to sink in deep inside my mind to answer a few questions that I chose to ignore in the past years. Healing does not take place when we run away from the uncomfortable truths. It takes place when we confront them. That evening I cooked meal for my mom and me. I decided to let go off my conservative side for a few days and since then things have changed. I talk when I want to. I work when I want to. I sleep when I want to. I dance when I want to. I know there are well wishers who fake. The thing is I don't react anymore. I understand and enjoy. Is this the real joy of not giving a fuck anymore? I mean we think that people think about us. But no-one gives a damn. At the end of the day, it's you an...

 A very funny and random incident took place today. I was on my bed. The windows behind me were wide open. A cockroach came flying inside and landed on me with pride. Now readers, this is not the first time that such a thing had happened. I am sure it won't be the last time either. What puzzles me is that how can they fly with their round creepy shape from the ground floor to the first floor in the absence of light. I am not looking for any scientific explanation. Now let's get back to the landing of the cockroach. I screamed. Apologies to the neighbors who are not reading this post and will hopefully not read this blog. Did I ever tell my readers before,that I am afraid of cockroaches. When it comes to flying cockroaches, my courage disappears within a fraction of a second. A cockroach not in motion is always okay. But the sight of a cockroach moving or flying is not pleasant.  Rajasthan has taught me to deal with bees. Unlike some brave souls, I can't coexist with them. I...

My friend who is a mother of a kid now, asked me what she can do to find some peace and happiness. She misses her me time. I am sure life changes after marriage. Responsibilities/obligations come. With a baby coming, the world turns upside down, I am sure. Friend, I am no one to give a suggestion because I feel I live on a different planet with ample of me time. However, once in a while you may retreat to what one would call ones happy place. It should give your mind some peace. If not peace,then definitely a  Break.  To keep yourself sane you must do it at least once in a day. Detach yourself from everything and just focus on one thing that gives you joy. I won't give the filthy advice of getting yourself busier to avoid such things from bothering you. Let's face it. When you feel like taking a break, just take one. Embrace motherhood and enjoy. But embrace yourself first. You don't need anyone to make yourself happy. You need to convince yourself that you are happy. Rest ...

 Post 300. I feel a little nostalgic as I write this. I started this blog with the help of a friend back in 2015. He not only inspired me to write it but also wrote down a few posts for me. Did not own a smart phone or a laptop back then. I have thought of giving up on this blog two, three times. Each time I think of doing it, I am reminded of all the effort and enthusiasm with which my friend and I started this blog and it prevents me from not writing anymore. Among other reasons, I also feel that writing is very therapeutic. I am also blessed with a few regular readers. Thank you for keeping up with my blog, till this date. There are times when I visit my old posts and I reflect back on days and memories that made me who I am today. It's beautiful that I wrote it down somewhere. So when I read, I am reminded of all the little details of days and events. When I started this journey of writing my blog as a substitute to diary writing, I did not have money. I was a student who used ...

I am really interested in knowing how everyone is spending their sweet little time at home. Since 2013 I have never been very fortunate to opt for a break like this. This time when I actually have a month's break, I don't know what exactly I can do to make it pass. I have tried cooking, reading, cleaning, bickering with my mom,crying, thinking, watching television, etc etc. And despite all of it, I still have time. The first two weeks had been good. Now all that I can wish for is things to get back to normal so that I can keep myself engaged again.  Most of my childhood friends are in town  because of COVID-19. Everyone is working from home. However,we rarely get the chance to interact with each other in person. Strangely some of my friends and I have started enjoying our time at home in the sense that we are in the comfort zone and having experienced so much of unnecessary hustle in our lives already, we have a clear picture of what we want, how and why money is important and...

 An eleven year old came to visit me in my quarter. She saw the Paris badge on the right side of my fridge and placed it on the left. I asked her why did she do that? She told me that the heart of the fridge was on the left and therefore it was necessary that the heart shaped badge was also placed on the left. Felt like sharing.  P.S - The badge was given to me by a very dear friend of mine. He got it for me as a souvenir from Paris.