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Is life a mashup march?

“Traveling—it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller.” – Ibn Battuta Life is a collection of stories. We all are striving hard to make it eventful and memorable. Everyone creates their own stories and is proud of it. Same story when re-told by different people would often end up getting different perspective. We tend to have a newer version of every story we narrate based on the audience lingering between getting the listener sympathise to wonder at ease. The distance to an exaggeration to the latest enhanced narration is considered to be non-existent. If we ever sit down to write our life story, we would realise that we are not able to find a meaning for this life to express to the reader. Someone who can effortlessly write an autobiography and make it gripping really needs to given a standing ovation. We often overstate the incidents in our life glorifying it, but life altogether is bundled as non-eventful in most cases when we try to paint it on p...

Mental Equilibrium

We all wake up some days in a bad mood, during the day we struggle to retrieve information from our memory, and many a times before we go to sleep we know there is really no motivation to even wake up next day. We all would have faced that villain in our life. Most of us don’t realise this change in us is often caused by brain’s reward system. Brain often looks for opportunities to reward us for doing various things and this reward is nothing but sheer happiness. Who doesn’t want to be happy? All our philosophers had lived and died advocating that happiness is all that is strive for in human life. It was too late when I realised that a natural chemical produced in my body can be of this big significance to my day. As always man’s quest to control and regulate continues even when it is our own natural chemical. This feel-good hormone often famously nick named as dopamine, has the capability to drive all the facets of human body from waking up to sex drive to good sleep. We o...

Why civic sense matters?

When it is time to write about civic sense, most Indians don’t even know where to start or should we even start? I am also hit with the same dilemma. Did we invent poor civic sense? Did we always have poor civic sense? Did we inherit it? By the way, what really is the civic sense because of which whole Indian civilians are presently mocked by the world? A good place to start would be the definition of civic sense as per our AI friend. “In simpler terms, civic sense means being mindful of how one’s actions affect others and the shared environment, such as disposing of garbage properly, not smoking in public places, respecting elders and minorities, and participating in public welfare activities. It also includes obeying laws and contributing positively to collective social order.” Life in ancient India as we know it, should have been closely linked to cleanliness considering the importance of the Sanskrit word Swachhatha in old vedic texts, which meant clean or pure. The link that ...

Gap in generation - an echo

All of us are lucky to be born into the latest generation and but few of us survive to be labelled the oldest generation before we give away our current body and return to our favourite abode with our favourite people. The story that happens between these two events are often categorised as life of a person. For a colony like India many things were reset from the colonial era often wiping out our history before British as mere fantasy. When new country was formed, our priorities would have been on nation building. After being looted for few generations & trained to be a good disciplined Victorian labourer, we fancied a British life and Anglo goals as a motivation to work towards. India continued it’s Babu culture and government servants(if am allowed to say), took the role of the Britishers in all facets of Indian life. We being poor and agriculture dependant country; people often had a choice to be a good farmer and face the uncertainties of life devoted to natural calamitie...

Perfectly Imperfect

Pursuit of perfection is the beautiful journey that we embark from the time of our birth. We are often reminded by the world around us on how imperfect we are. This starts with parents and adults reminding us as children on how we are the only laggards they had ever met. Every facet of life is often compared to other successful men and women who adorns the crown of perfection in their trade. A boy who dreams of being a soccer player is often compared with Messi or Ronaldo. A cricket aspirant with Kohli or Bumrah. A musician with Mozart and so the list goes on and on as you can imagine. We grow up becoming a self critic who sees the imperfections in us like a painted canvas. We reflect harshly on ourself succumbing to the peer pressure and constant comparisons of this world. Sadly there is a big chunk of people who are so upset with their looks that they tend to overlook the fact that they lost a genetic lottery and it is nothing that they can do about it. Fortunately so the world ...

Let there be light!

It is Year 2050, while we are at an advanced state of colonizing Mars and conquering universe once more. First time after the extinction of ancient civilizations which left various shastras for our scrutiny as technology texts, made the earthians dream bigger forever. We have continued to milk every drop of energy sources in planet Earth and had reached a time when we had to sadly accept other planets as home. As usual the average citizen was racing with rats, while our sun continued to glow with vengeance seeing what humans did in spite of all his hard work to keep the perfect living conditions in Earth. As much as a cliche it would sound but somewhere in Japan, Mio Hana had dreamed of starting her own power company seeing the potential we humans had to harvest and harness the green energy. Mio's vision materialized in the form of RunSys, the very same year when man had planted the first paddy field in Mars after paying a fortune to start a new life. The only aide of RunSys was su...