Grief isn’t always the sudden bursting of a water balloon. It’s sometimes an invisible knife mercilessly stabbed into your heart, that’s being twisted over and over, with an intensity only you feel, but cannot reveal. It leaves just a tiny pin prick in your heart that allows leaden emotions to vaporise and leak out Every.… Continue reading What Grief Isn’t
I Want You Back
8/10/24 I want you back. It's a simple wish An uncomplicated craving Neither treasures, nor followers nor world dominance, nor the moon. Just. You. In the flesh; your hugs and your scent. I want us back Who we used to be when we first began. Not who we were at the end Battling,… Continue reading I Want You Back
All the world…
For all those who need this today... #consolations #leftunsaid #life #lifesquotes #thingsmyfathertaughtme
Melancholy
I sit freshly alone on my old armchair by that familiar door where many moments of my life have been spent. I can see glimpses of them all so clearly now Busy, bustling, boisterous. Sunshine smiles and laughter all around So many reasons to say thank you even on mundane everydays Contentment taken for granted… Continue reading Melancholy
Companion
To tell you all that I've been throughall the while you saw me smilewould mean reliving this cruel pain twice. But trauma feels so trivial,when it comes down to a clinical narrationof a mere sequence of facts and figures, condensed into single digitsof days…weeks…years. It’s impossible to explain exactly,the scream of every moment,the cry of… Continue reading Companion
Adopting love
When I was younger, a lanky child in my early teens, I met and fell in love with a brown and white indie stray, who had gotten himself into a literal dog fight and had his ear bitten off. He came to take refuge in the building I grew up in, where the kind security… Continue reading Adopting love
International Men’s Day. Unpopular opinion: (But somebody had to say it)
On International Men’s Day let’s take a moment to talk about theIndian Man.Let’s do it because he never does!He never does because he’s never been told he can. Here’s a man who was raised in a patriarchal society, sure. Immensely pampered within the walls of his home.But in a society where generations of women were… Continue reading International Men’s Day. Unpopular opinion: (But somebody had to say it)
Stories.
Stories are my favourite.Each life is a book of tales to share.We are told some everyday.Stories oflove, success;failure, crime;greed, power;health, happiness;birth and death.Many stories that we hear,about the many people that we see.And the many that we tell about ourselves. But it's not the ones about the living,rather the ones after death,those are the stories… Continue reading Stories.
I met ME
It rained last night.Rather unexpectedly!Not just a mere drizzle,but the whole nine yards entirely.It poured buckets, cats and dogsA light and sound show with floating leaves and logs.Soaking glistening bats and birds; butterflies and snailsshivering trembling clinging to rails.No tickets, no queues, no special invitation needed,I was able to simply stand and watchwhat all the… Continue reading I met ME
Ambitions of a ‘Type B’ Mother – Part 2
To my babies, (Ages 15 & 18!!! how…when…why???) I miss you. I miss you fitting on my lap, your sweetest brightest smile when you would wake up from your nap, Your looking at me with such uninhibited love, It felt like my personal spotlight. Your infectious giggle, your chitter chatter, your sheepish mischief. Your ‘mama… Continue reading Ambitions of a ‘Type B’ Mother – Part 2
Women’s Day 2024. Celebrating us stay-at-home moms #InspireInclusion
Unpopular Opinion: As my first born turns into an adult later this year...there's something I need to say for myself, this Women's Day. Something I've bottled up for far too long, that I'm sharing only because I know there are a few who feel the same way. 18 years ago, I became a mother. But… Continue reading Women’s Day 2024. Celebrating us stay-at-home moms #InspireInclusion
Dussehra – the war within
Hindu dharm repeatedly teaches us that: Ram and Ravan; Krishna & his uncle Kamsa; Pandavas & their cousins Kauravas; Maa Durga & Mahishasura, all prayed to the SAME GOD!! Hinduism proves without a doubt that: evil is not a group of people seperate from us, who believe in different things. Instead both good and evil… Continue reading Dussehra – the war within
Life does come with a Manual
Just my thoughts, that I hope to teach my children today #Janmashtami 🙏🏻 The world is our battlefield, Each day is a battle, Our body is the chariot we ride in, with our sense organs, like the horses, steering us through the world, pulling us in different directions. Our mind is the head office which… Continue reading Life does come with a Manual
India at 75
Fond Memories of Inequality -issued in interest of global warNing!
Overjoyed to be a small part of Forum Views…the Bombay Stock Exchange Brokers' Forum magazine.Read my point of view on entitlement impacting work ethics in the Nurturing Lifestyle pages of the August '22 issue.Would love to know if you agree. Digital edition:https://brokersforumofindia.com/magazines.php workethic #workforce #youngindia #globalinsights #nurturing #selfhelp #entitlement #privilege
Mother’s Day…is everyday for everyone everywhere
Today is the day greeting card companies and people in advertising decided mothers MUST be celebrated.Unlike other festivals and holidays, a special day dedicated to cherishing your mother has no origin in any religion, as far as I know. It never existed as a special occasion before the 1900s.Maybe because there never was any need… Continue reading Mother’s Day…is everyday for everyone everywhere
Will the real women in power please stand up!
(Disclaimer: Views are my own, and I'm well aware this might be an unpopular opinion, and a bit harsh demanding accountability from my fellow women. But at this point, when most men in power have disappointed greatly, with a lot of hope…here’s looking at you Madam Kamala Harris & Co.) As I spend my day… Continue reading Will the real women in power please stand up!
Why you should care!
How does it affect your life?Why would you piss off the authorities and draw attention to yourself? Because…We live in a surreal, superficial, virtual worldthat even I don't understand or approve of at times.But the truth is…this parallel universe of the Internet and social media is our new reality.Just as a person's bank balance and… Continue reading Why you should care!
A Sindhi in Bombay (Scottish) – my long overdue tribute to both
I am a proud Sindhi. And I'm married to one.And although we have never thought of it actively, nor discussed this with each other at home, the glorious celebration of Bombay Scottish School Mahim completing a Hundred and Seventy-Five years, got me thinking. We Sindhis are probably one of the earliest refugees in the modern… Continue reading A Sindhi in Bombay (Scottish) – my long overdue tribute to both
No Goosebumps. No Adrenaline
Superheroes and martyrs, people who save lives and those that survive extreme trauma, warriors and freedom fighters… ...legends of these fill volumes of books. And the heart, undoubtedly fills with pride and respect for our bravehearts, those who have been larger than life, those whose sacrifice and contributions simply cannot be measured. The undying gratitude… Continue reading No Goosebumps. No Adrenaline
Unthought thoughts, Unplanned words, Whispered magic
DERELICT
Picture Courtesy: Luis Müller ~ Unsplash Broken steps and mossy walls, Creepers running amok on a barely there rickety porch, An abandoned rocking chair, a torn tyre swing, Curtains of cobwebs, Shattered windows and doors unhinged, Greens that look like they used to be bricks once, Or...perhaps not. A rusty lock struggling valiantly to hold… Continue reading DERELICT
Photographs
Every picture I take, is a failed attemptat sharing an overwhelming emotionfelt in that moment. There, in that moment,was a potent feeling,a fragrance,a sensation,a story,that I want to convey,but now remains ungrasped & lost forever. All that I have left are pictures,and a promise I took from these mountains,that are the address of my soul.… Continue reading Photographs
Are the (F)laws of Grammar Holding Our Happiness Hostage?
"Children are so innocent…so pure…Ohh, to be a child again, if only for a day…" How often do we say this when we see a child hug a stranger, splash in a puddle, pet a snail!How often are we overcome with a sense of unknown longing that accompanies these words?What is that emotion that lies… Continue reading Are the (F)laws of Grammar Holding Our Happiness Hostage?
Indian educated Human Resource : India’s leading export
This is an appreciation post…for our Indian education system. It's rare, I know.Because it has seemingly become a permanent character trait of the human race…to be quick to complain and share our expert criticism in the name of positive feedback. Which is fine…Everybody's opinion is required for growth and progress. (I've done it too, several… Continue reading Indian educated Human Resource : India’s leading export
Mumbai 💔26/11/2008💔 #neverforget
I can still taste the panic I felt that day, when my two and a half year old ran to the window in my mother's house shouting 'fire crackers!!'It had been a few weeks since Diwali so that felt wrong.Or maybe it was the macabre sound of gun shots that so clearly reached me first.7… Continue reading Mumbai 💔26/11/2008💔 #neverforget
Happy Thanksgiving
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Emotional Stockholm Syndrome
Your act of defence and self-preservation will always be misconstrued as an unfair, uncalled-for ‘attack’ by those in your life, who view themselves as ‘perennial victims’ and believe they never do any wrong, therefore don't register it at all when they hurt you first; or those condescending self-appointed-authority in your life, who believe they are… Continue reading Emotional Stockholm Syndrome
I could…because you helped
I dreamt of him once,I asked him…'Why?'He said, "It had to be so." I dreamt of him next,I asked him…'How?'He said, "You will know." I dreamt of him then,I asked him…'When?'He said, "You've got to take it slow." I dreamt of him again,I said…'I don't want it to hurt anymore.'He said, "It's not your choice… Continue reading I could…because you helped
With great power comes the greater responsibility of being more gentle
On the morning of Ganesh Chaturthi this year, I met Laxmi for the first time.This is one of my favourite festivals to celebrate in Mumbai, but the pandemic & work/study-from-home schedules have made taking vacations so difficult, that for the first time I decided to leave the city on this day.So the significance of meeting… Continue reading With great power comes the greater responsibility of being more gentle
What does happiness mean to me?
#happynessdotme #spreadthecheer #happiness #beinghappy #lifehacks
Lost My I
- by Ntya Satyan I lost my I…The one in my name,The one in my brain,The one I took this long to trainThe one I wish to never find again! Who really am I anyway?What completes my sentence?This 'I' that dictates my identity.You know the one, that gets whispered behind mein the words they use… Continue reading Lost My I
#productivitywithoutaprice
SPIRITUALITY says, our talent…that unique skill we are born with, is a gift on loan, in partnership with a higher power so we can carry out our life’s purpose.Our skills could be the sum total of lessons learnt, in some other lives, that remained imprinted on our soul.We then become the instrument through which a… Continue reading #productivitywithoutaprice
The Void
And when all this is done…And we're finally let out again,We will find…Our very own personal world,Our own Truman's show,filled with lovely people, we only somewhat know…A lot emptier than before! So many will have gone, without even a goodbye,The butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker,The local fruit seller, the news reader,A neighbour's friend we… Continue reading The Void
Mother’s Day – a thank you note to mom…but not quite
MY MOTHER I think this is one of the first topics foressay-writing every child is made to attempt in school…in at least three languages. Each year, Mother's Day arrives, and I think to myself this is the year I'm going to write a long loving post about my mom.Writing is what I love doing, after… Continue reading Mother’s Day – a thank you note to mom…but not quite
When Sharing is Scaring
Pandemic, illness, death.Cruelty, violence, protests.Position, power, politics.And the resultant…Disaster.it's beginning to feel like the end of the world…Or the end of humanity at the very least. Seeing images of India's sick, gasping for breath and endless rows of funeral pyres, in the international media especially, has been depressing.(This is not a political opinion piece, nor… Continue reading When Sharing is Scaring
Debit…Credit & tallying the Balance Sheet
This is the story of Mr. HB (name concealed to protect identity.) •Due to a traumatic life experience, HB lost his memory. •Being resilient by nature, HB made the most of a difficult situation and built a new life for himself. •One day a group of aggressive looking goons showed up at his door. •They… Continue reading Debit…Credit & tallying the Balance Sheet
To the caregiver,
The feeling of HELPLESSNESS is real,The helplessness of not being able to do enough,The helplessness in the wait,The helplessness of alienation,When you want to reach out to the one you love, who is going to hell and hopefully back,But are kept out the door unceremoniously like the gatekeeper. You feel the pain,Yet it's not you… Continue reading To the caregiver,
Addition…Subtraction…the life hack they taught us in school
When I was in school, the entire academic calendar revolved around exams. Our vacation time; the curriculum taught; method of teaching; daily routine; schedule of extra curriculars... everything was worked around preparing us for the looming exams. Back then, I was a diligent, disciplined hard worker (also back then, my mother was in charge of… Continue reading Addition…Subtraction…the life hack they taught us in school
Insider trading of epic proportions
The world's best kept secret is this: BLESSINGS... are the highest, strongest and most powerful currency to exist. The concept of money, is the greatest scam, to intentionally leave most of the world in the dark about this; Making goodwill and good wishes invisible and intangible...and not letting everyone know that they are the true… Continue reading Insider trading of epic proportions
The ‘be’ in my longing…
Sometimes a person walks into a room and your heart beats different. It skips faster, your blood rushes, your pulse races, your breath speeds, and your heart starts to hammer with a kind of manic banging, like it's going to burst out of its cage any moment now. Attraction does that to you. (So do… Continue reading The ‘be’ in my longing…
God loves Circles
Random musings from the crossroads of science and spirituality. It's been in front of us all along. Circles are God's favourite shape. Which should give us a clue as to how life goes.
The crossroads of science & spirituality
Foreword to my book- Sunset Effect available on : https://www.amazon.in/dp/B08Q8HC677/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_api_44k1Fb60FE700 My father was a science graduate. Needless to say his mind followed a very rational line of thought. "Where's the logic in this?" "What is the science behind it?" He would say, dismissing any and every irrational superstition or limitation that society flung my way,… Continue reading The crossroads of science & spirituality
Friday…Saturday…Someday…
So many somedays, How many will be mine? At the start of this adulthood game, It was just a tiny pile, filed away neatly in a compartment of my mind. When did it grow, I wonder? Little by little, one day at a time, Into this overwhelming serpentine. Someday we'll do this...somewhere we will go,… Continue reading Friday…Saturday…Someday…
Sunset Effect
To my dearest... First off I want to say the hugest Thank You possible for reading and supporting my work when I write. It's Odd, that I claim to be a writer and yet do not have enough words to express my gratitude to you. Overwhelmed by suggestions to write a book, I have compiled… Continue reading Sunset Effect
What if…Maybe…
(Making sense of us) What if... Somewhere beyond the clouds and stars; someone up there has a child, whom they love very much; a child, who enjoys bedtime stories, like every other; and each night snuggled in a blanket of stars, her Heavenly Father makes up a new bedtime tale just for her. What if…… Continue reading What if…Maybe…
Moonlight Mayhem!
Artists and poets, since time immemorial, have glorified the beauty of the night sky; But I see right through its disguise, breathtaking as it maybe; I see the mischief in the moonlight, delinquency in stardust; All eager to do the bidding of their crescent crown; As they invade our minds, sometimes late at night, then drape… Continue reading Moonlight Mayhem!
Success, failure and the wait in between!
Wind, light and water, You can't hold on to any, Unless they decide to fall upon you and latch on. Opportunities and success are the same; When it's your time, be ready to bathe in them; Until then, it's all just, A futile chase, An obstacled race, A wall you face; A stagnant pace; The… Continue reading Success, failure and the wait in between!
Little Cottage in the Hills
In another life, a long time ago, I lived, in a little cottage in the hills; With wooden shutters dressed in flowers, and a sloping roof that the chattering raindrops would talk to me through; Glass windows, vandalised by the fog telling its tale, as it visited me from frosted mountain tops far, far away;… Continue reading Little Cottage in the Hills
Mark of a Performer
I was 16 when I wrote this for my college magazine I think, which was called The Performer. It was the first time my words were published anywhere. I remember, the words just flowed out of me. Not sure I even fully understood what they meant then...although my dad did! For some reason, he was… Continue reading Mark of a Performer
Sunset Effect - Nitya Satyani 