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  Two weeks in Bangalore now. Two weeks, and the city still feels like a borrowed jacket — right size on paper, but it just refuses to sit on my shoulders the way Mumbai did. The traffic doesn't make sense, the roads loop into themselves, and every evening the same thought rings in my head — yaar, yeh apni jagah nahi hai . People keep telling me it grows on you. Maybe. For now it just sits on me, heavy, like an unwanted guest who has decided to stay for dinner. So I did what I always do when a place refuses to feel like home. I went back to something that does. I opened Money Heist again. Funny thing about watching anything a second time. The first time, you are a slave to the suspense — racing ahead, eyes glued to what happens next , who lives, who dies, which mask falls when. You swallow the story whole and miss half of it. But the second time, the suspense is gone, and suddenly you have eyes for everything you blew past. The plot stops mattering and the details start scream...

  Five Lines That Stayed A 2 a.m. reading of Kevin Kelly's "68 Bits of Unsolicited Advice" — and the five sentences that refused to let me sleep. It is 2 a.m. The fan is on. The city outside has gone quiet. And I am doing what every adult swears every night they will stop doing — scrolling through old bookmarks on my phone, hoping something I once saved will turn out to still be worth saving. Most of it is junk. And then I tap on a link from months ago: "68 Bits of Unsolicited Advice" by Kevin Kelly — sixty-eight short sentences from a man on his sixty-eighth birthday, written by someone who has clearly travelled vividly and paid attention. Out of all sixty-eight, only five stayed with me by sunrise. These are the five. 1. "When you die, you take absolutely nothing with you except your reputation." I read this and thought of every Indian funeral I have ever been to. The same plastic chairs, the same quiet uncle with the register, the same con...

                       I am not who I think I am I am not who you think I am I am who I think You I think I am The concept of Looking Glass self is a sociological theory that describes how our perception of ourselves is shaped by the feedback we receive from others. According to this theory, we develop an understanding of ourselves based on how we believe others perceive us.this blog is an attempt to  explore the concept of Looking Glass self, its relevance in today's world, and how it affects our interactions with others. What is Looking Glass self? Looking Glass self is a theory developed by Charles Horton Cooley, an American sociologist in the early 1900s. Cooley suggested that we imagine how we appear to others, then use the reactions of others to our appearance to form an opinion about ourselves. Essentially, we are constructing an image of ourselves based on how we think others see us. Relevance in today's ...

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...