Sunday, May 14, 2023
Motherhood Management
Friday, May 12, 2023
Leadership has no age
Recently our 9 year old son was chosen to be the School Marshal at his school. It was an extra proud moment to witness the Investiture ceremony from the front row seats reserved in his name and see the young ones taking their oaths so solemnly. Within days, I saw a change in his sense of responsibility be it in punctuality or managing the class. When he was recommended for his leadership skills in his report card, I was happy but surprised. What leadership skills could such young ones home? But then right through the application process till date, I have witnessed leadership at student level. From the way he carries himself, helps fellow students and teachers at his own initiative to the shine in his shoe which he ensures. The school plans to have leadership camps to help hone these skills further. Looking forward to this new journey for the young one. It has proven to me that that there is no age to learn but also no age for leadership.
Thursday, February 09, 2023
Midlife Crisis
Friday, November 11, 2022
LOTR vs Harry Potter
Wednesday, September 21, 2022
The fault in our stars and others and their side effects
Friday, August 26, 2022
The diary of Anne Frank: a review
Tuesday, August 23, 2022
Life comes a full circle
Tuesday, May 31, 2022
The booklist
Saturday, March 05, 2022
I miss my dad
Sunday, January 09, 2022
The normal stuff
Grief by Gwen Flowers
Grief doesn't go away. It just dims enough for you to continue daily stuff and then pops up to remind you that it never left you. It is there not just in all the big moments but also in missing small daily conversations, some shared word, a sweet memory or just the onset of a morn. To me, it brings about a feeling of being unteethered. The loss of a validation of all I do. The direction of life. The constant refrain of a question that now can life ever get better or is apex lost with the person.
This poem by Gwen Flowers brings out this do clearly so am jotting it down here.
Grief
I had my own notion of grief.
I thought it was the sad time
That followed the death of someone you love.
And you had to push through it
To get to the other side.
But I’m learning there is no other side.
There is no pushing through.
But rather,
There is absorption.
Adjustment.
Acceptance.
And grief is not something you complete
But rather, you endure.
Grief is not a task to finish
And move on,
But an element of yourself –
An alteration of your being.
A new way of seeing.
A new dimension of self.
by Gwen Flowers
Thursday, September 23, 2021
Papaji's homeopathy gyan
Sunday, September 19, 2021
Where she went: quotes
I said my good-byes up on the hill
The house is empty, the furniture sold
Soon your smell will decay to mold
Don't know why I bother calling, ain't nobody answering
Don't know why I bother singing, ain't nobody listening"
"Disconnect"
Collateral Damage, Track 10
When the evening silence softens golden
Just lay me on a bed of clover
Oh, I need help with this burden
Then you dissect me
Then you reject me
I wait for the day
That you’ll resurrect me