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The Men & The Gentlemen

Today, 19th of November is observed as International Men’s Day. To begin with, warm wishes to all the men out there who are reading this. Also, to women who are lucky to be associated with men that make this world a better place. We talk about equality, and perhaps it is only applicable when its about human rights and wages. The very fact of human existence originates in differences that unite. Recreation, involves two genders and what combination results is also either of two genders. Among the X and Y, the one ‘X/Y’ changes the game. From physical features to social norm, reality differs for both genders. Everything in between that includes experiences, benefits, disadvantages, roles, responsibility are shaped by what beliefs constitute themselves and their surroundings. The psychological characteristics of men and women differ too. When tested empirically, men were found to be high on certain domains whereas women had high scores on other domains. There were instances where both ge

Apologies

By virtue of being human, each of us are likely to make mistakes. Some make them often, some seldom. At times one realizes their faults and on other occasions, defences win. It is about time and its timings but also of whether the individual involved really wants to see their mistakes and work on it. Let’s explore some dimensions of apologies. ‘I am sorry’: a phrase or a feeling? Ideally, both. In a not-so-ideal world, we encounter people who do not mean their apologies. For them it is a mere phrase to end the topic. Not realizing the importance of a genuine apology leaves them unaware of the power it holds for them, others and the association shared between the people involved. Don’t be surprised if ‘they’ is you. You see how it is not always the other person but one can do mistakes and not realise it? In absence of ill intensions or stubbornness, lack of awareness and acceptance can fog the realization. How late is too late? Ta da! No late is too late! Remember a time when you real

Que Sera, Sera (Whatever will be, will be)

Let’s sing along… “Que Sera, Sera, Whatever will be, will be The future’s not ours, to see Que Sera, Sera What will be, will be.” -Songwriters: Jay Livingston, Ray Evans Song by Doris Day Today, in times of NOW, when there isn’t a clear script of FUTURE available; the best resort perhaps is ‘Que Sera Sera’ translated from Italian ‘Whatever will be, will be.’ By virtue of being humans, each of us have vision of WHAT WE WANT OUR LIFE TO BE. William Glasser, a chemical engineer turned psychiatrist, gave us the concept of Quality Worlds. People’s quality worlds are formed of images of the kind of life they would like to have, the people they want to be with, the possessions or experiences they desire, their valued ideas and beliefs (Glasser, 1998). This quality world may be referred as dreams, life goals, aspirations, or you may have a new term for what motivates you to live and to keep living until the quality world is your reality. However, there are times when a plot-twist is introd

Travellers...

The ones who feel themselves and feel most alive while they are on the go , this one is for you. It is for me, too! A blog post to revive the memories that are as fresh as few minutes ago in our short-term memory, and yet have a profound impact and space in our long-term memory. A memoir, yours and mine; for the love of travelling and love there in. From so many modes of changing destinations, each one prefers their own conveniences and comforts, some prioritize luxuries, some go for the thrill of rustic, some lucky to have company, some enjoy solo adventures, some commence the journey at night, others start right before the Sun says hello. Varying seasons, and throughout calendar dates. There are souls that live in their travel adventures, while others that wait to breathe for the get-away. Irrespective of how often you travel, how many places you have been to yet, and how many or how few places you have on the list; if you know the vibe of a traveller, if you appreciate each mile

The firsts & The lasts

Do you recall the first time you met someone special? The first time you ate your favourite food? The first climb on the mountain? That very first wave which came running to you? First attempt at making chicken biryani? First round tortilla? First time you drove? First tight hug! First kiss! First time you got that code right (and every time you do, my beloved software engineers)! First research paper presentation! First solo trip! That solo visit to a restaurant! First performance! First of anything that strikes your mind RIGHT NOW!! The firsts are firsts, indeed! The firsts of anything and anyone; hold a space in our hearts. They become the memories of a beginning. I even cherish the first conversation with some of my people; the date in the calendar marks the feelings and holds nostalgia of that event. Firsts often signify how one initiates, overcomes, grabs the courage, and has built oneself to that very moment; a transformed entity. Firsts are what one gets to keep in a memory ho

Hope

An image of the light at the end of a tunnel, keeps the ones who proceed through the dark; alive. I refer to that light as hope. How often do we find ourselves in situations where there are no clear reasons to hold on, and yet as we reflect; we held on. That mere act of holding on is a ray of hope in its visible form. It is easier to talk about hope, challenging to indulge in such an adventure, and easiest when you experience its miracle. A wise individual once said, ‘Have hopes not expectations; you will be surprised but not disappointed.’ I wish to bring your attention to the aspect of hope which makes it ideal to invest our time and effort in. Having hope only has benefits for the ones who truly understand what hope is. Hope helps you not give up, it helps one stay until circumstances change, hope is a reason most people live and believe. Hope gives feathers to the humans who dream of flying, hope offers reasons why something ‘can be’ even at times it is not yet a reality. Christop