Pages From Her Diary

Speechless ! As I finished reading the book “ Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom , I could only marvel at the way how the book represented life lessons thru experiences it kind of made me question my own life made me cry and left me in awe . I just couldn’t get over a line from the book …” The truth is, once you learn to die , you learn how to live : which formed a trigger for today’s blog …. Death is a topic that many of us tend to avoid or fear. It is the ultimate unknown and final destination that we cannot escape. Yet to many of us it’s a taboo subject even though it impacts our lives. Scientifically speaking, death is the end of our physical body. It is a natural process that we cannot control. However, spiritually, death is seen as another dimension, and we are not just our body or mind but something more. Despite this perspective, death still brings grief and loss to those who are left behind. The first layer of death ("la muerte chiquita,") is when we become aware o...

So thats all team for the day, as my Manager concluded the team meet. A quick glance at the watch it was past 10.35 pm, wrapped up in a jiffy to dash out of the office building.  The walk outside the lane off to the road always fascinated me .. tall buildings lit up beautifully in the backdrop of the sky and the exquisite Powai lake gleaming in the reflection of the lights is a treat of the eyes and soul !!   Built around the serene Powai Lake, with scenic lake view residences, abundant greens, wide roads, vibrant energy.. Powai’s reputation precedes itself as the most desirable neighborhood to call home. A childhood dream to reside in this beautiful place which I had always nurtured . The lake looks majestically beautiful during dawn & twilight hours and ofcourse it's the mountains that i see each day as I walk out of my office building always fascinated me and would get me in to the day dreaming mode !! A dream house in the midst of this beautiful place to settle do...

In our society, we often shy away from openly expressing love. We treat it as an obscenity, something to be whispered and hidden away. We fear that saying the word too often will lessen its power, as though we instinctively understand its weight and meaning. But love is not just a word. Love is action . It is the willingness to be gentle, patient, caring, and understanding. It is the ability to put aside pride and self-interest for the one we love. It is the willingness to bear our most vulnerable selves and entrust them to another, knowing that they will be tender with our delicate hearts. To truly love another, we must first love and understand ourselves . It is only then that we can choose to love another, to challenge them to be a better person, to help each other heal, grow, and encourage each other. Love is not just about the butterflies in our stomachs or the feverish infatuation we feel in the beginning. It is about creating a safe haven for each other's hearts and being w...

"Why doesn't this girl speak her mind" ...Rahul kept checking for her reply. He called up his close friend, Nikhil and shared the entire happenings to him. Nikhil after a patient hearing was also of the opinion that the girl's take matters in this situation. So, there was no option but to wait for her reply. Meanwhile, at home things were moving at a different speed which made Rahul all the more uncomfortable. He knew anything that he would say will be held against him. " Even I too think that we need to meet up again before we take a decision " ... finally a ping from Shruti. Now, this got him relieved to some extent.  " Sure, I am glad even u think so, but as you must be aware, our parents have already made plans to take this forward " . So we need to inform them too.  There was a silence from her side, Rahul was now sure that she has no say in these matters at home. A big psyche of AM from the parents perspective is if the boy wants to me...

Wasn't this edgy even when I gave my exams and interviews ...Rahul was in an array of thoughts as he drove back home. He wanted to make an honest impression on the girl, the sight of her father dashed all of that ...and all her dad had to say was a stoic " Hi".  Why is this process of Arranged Marriage highly flawed, all he wanted to create a soothing atmosphere for both so that they can bond well but now he was not sure how the scene at her home would be ...did he commit a mistake by asking the girl out without parents consent !? Will it cause trouble for her? He was genuinely rattled. Mom had already sounded him off that the girl's parents were quite orthodox and now if they come to know that not only he met the girl secretly but also landed right in front of her dad ... well, hell would break loose... Thoughts kept swirling in Rahul's mind as he was imagining the chaos at home if Shruti's dad would call up home and update about their meeting...

The scene at home was as expected .. just after an exam, parents would ask how was the paper, will you pass, etc ..this event was no different. Questions were being gunned at Rahul as soon as he reached home. He was quite cheesed off with the questions being hurled at him by his parents about the meet ." How did you find the girl, what did you all talk, what do you think the girl will say yes?  " Now how do I know a girl in a first meet in an hour? Rahul found it too stupid to answer these questions. Mom's next question...hope u all ate something. Yes, we had coffee. Only coffee? Yes, at Starbucks, coffee costs Rs 600. Mom fell silent, and Rahul added on ..by the way, she paid for her coffee. Mom was shocked, she felt this didn't sound too positive .her expressions said it all. After a while, the interrogation stopped. Rahul had this habit of capturing the happenings on his notepad, perks of being a blogger. Glances on my cell To see her ping... ...