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
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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
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
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
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
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.
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!
What’s for dinner? The vital superfoods that no one is telling us about!
'All living things need food, water and air to survive.' This is one of the first lessons that we were given in life. 'Your diet should include three balanced meals a day, in order for you to grow, fight diseases and stay alive.’ These are undisputed scientific facts, vital for our ‘survival.’ But...we need a… Continue reading What’s for dinner? The vital superfoods that no one is telling us about!
Misfit
Do you ever feel like a misfit, made of invisible glass? Struggling to be seen where you don't belong? Like people just don't 'get you', until you dwarf your conversations and thoughts... (the ones you would much rather have), following their lead, instead, so they may relate, and 'let you in' until you're one of… Continue reading Misfit
The burden of borrowed grief…India’s ‘privileged’ class and the ‘migrant’ crisis.
Over the past month we have repeatedly witnessed the terror of our migrant workers. And I use the term migrant loosely because I do not comprehend how our brothers and sisters from the same country can be classified as such? Agreed, the place they think of as home is in a different state and their… Continue reading The burden of borrowed grief…India’s ‘privileged’ class and the ‘migrant’ crisis.
#IWillMarch for Equality Among Women
For thousands of years, women have been labeled as the weaker sex. The gender that has given birth to generations of men, has been oppressed, suppressed and often depressed, first under the farce of protection and then just because! Because the very men who protected them realised that it's a heady rush to be in… Continue reading #IWillMarch for Equality Among Women
Sunset Effect - Nitya Satyani 