My Piece for the day

As I wandered away to once again stress about my career and job, a thought reminded me of the plight of poor and migrant workers suffering over the last months. While my own problem at hand felt important enough to me, I couldn't help but notice how even our problems in a crisis are also a reflection of our fortune and priveleges.  Rich are missing their gyms and spas but can still afford to spend these extra days with their children and grandchildren. While some in the middle row are losing their jobs, others are being overstretched and bearing tremendous pay cuts. While a section of our society continues to suffer hunger and despair. Poor being blamed once again for being poor.  I had been grateful I still had a job as I heard HT had laid off 150 members of its staff. Yet today on the very next day, I found myself complaining of being stuck in a job I didn't like as much. Even now, while mom couldn't take a single day off from her chemist shop, I am here cribb

There are tales that only matter to me full of those minimal and insignificant anecdotes. But, for some weird reason I had wanting to jot them down in my own little ways as a testimony to that moment, that day and the emotion I felt.  It’s a weird trait. But, for those of them that matter, I end up reserving my thoughts in the ‘Notes’ of my office laptop so that I don’t forget and share it on their birthdays as messages and posts. For some reason, as much as I would be delighted to have someday achieved all those milestones and dreams I imagine, I am a woman of little things. It includes creating those white sheet cards like an eight year old even in the beginning of my 20s. This year, these funny-looking birthday cards became my thing. It all began with that monochrome attempt at a minion trio that seemed to bring about the true vibe of our little girl gang. I couldn’t realise it then but that day it had my hard work but not my heart. It was not an attempt to make her smi

The entire #boyslockerroom incident leaves you agitated yet numb and lost for words. Nope this isn't cool. Objectifying women and overstepping a women's modesty isn't ok. There are numerous occassions when we are stared at, made remarks on but try to ignore intendending, "Not to create a scene." But, today I realised the extent how all those so called "cool talks" and "little things" in laying foundations to a larger mindset where men feel entitled to a woman's body. I couldn't help but remember a recent incident where I had failed to take a stand for a fellow woman in one of our WhatsApp group chats. Though the insident was a lot more smaller in magnitude where things were eventually explained and understood, today reminded me of several other occassions where I had personally seen a woman's modesty and safety being taken for granted, objectification of female body considered to be ok, objections to such comments hushed or ha

I am not gonna say It caused me harm Nor look out for one Seeking Calm Silent as an ocean Moving like a tide A conversation Is all I crave But, don't expect Me to say Memories long lost Now on endless roads Scared I wake up Confused I sleep Dreams I can't fathom Roads I can't lead Struck in between Life feels like sin Smiles I found Happiness I lost Lost I seem Weird I feel Hope, I keep Courage, I loose It wasn't a race But, still I lost You tell me What I really do Growing impatient Yet see no roads No plans to return No tickets to go Find me a plane That sets me free Looking for change More stuck I got Helpless, I feel Smiles, I keep Long Lost, I feel Hopes, I try keep.

Children's day isn't only for the kids, its for the grown ups to keep their childhood alive in their heart while assuring every  child gets his fair share of childhood. #happychildrensday

As I continue to struggle in vain in my transition from college years to my first job, it often makes me think what is it that is really affecting me so much. On the surface I tend to know but I am not really sure if I do. As I was thinking, I realized maybe it isn't really what I say. Maybe my biggest problem is the fact I failed and that too terribly to say the least. As I was trying to figure out.my life somehow post college, everyone seemed to have it all figured out. It felt like I was the only one who didn't knew what to do. With most of my batch-mates getting admissions in our old or some new great institutions, it would feel like I was the one who was left behind. I must admit somehow some days I still feel like that. I still dread watching and scrolling social media. As everyone seems elated in those pics, I feel embarrassed. For failing, not being able to be proud of where I am, and yet failing to move out to a better place. I often wonder maybe its just the je

PC - News18 Over the past 16 days I have tried to read and listen to as many opinions as I could. Both in favour and against the scrapping of #Article370 irrespective of my personal belief and views on the matter. Although, honestly I am not sure if I have any. Its two weeks and having heard both sides I am still divided. But what's weird, is there are only 3 men from Kashmir I personally know who I have had discussions in the past. All three of them are moderate in their beliefs and considerate towards other communities as well unlike how many would like them to be portrayed, but today I don't see either of them supporting what's going on. They are the people who have lived in Kashmir and know ground realities better than many of us will ever know. I might not have the knowledge, experience and expertise to speak on such matters but  reading School time textbooks on Politics offlate just made me feel their voices need to be heard. That's the least we could do