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Blogging Again And Getting Over My Analysis Paralysis

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I have been putting off trying to set up a new blog for a while. I love writing just to rant, analyze or even process things as they happen. But why have I been putting it off since January 1 st , 2017 when I originally made the New Year’s Resolution? Glad you asked.. For one my mind has been throwing too many questions as to how to really go about it (I guess growing up read getting old does that) – which topics, what is my brand, will this fit with my work (don’t want to inadvertently rant about things that could get me into trouble) and so on. Not sure if I am the only person with such confusions but I have a feeling I am not the only one.  Then last night I remembered my old blogger account that I used to write in almost a decade ago. So I have decided to kick the analysis paralysis to the curb and do the one thing on my To-do lists that I’ve been putting off forever. For now, the purpose of this blog is to share things I learned, stuff I read, few rants, and Aa
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A thunderstruck nostalgia

She woke up to the noises coming from the kitchen and for a moment felt that the place was her childhood home and if she would get up and run to the common area, she would find her mother and siblings preparing supper or making some such preparations. Her dad would have just come from office and would be watering the plants. During the monsoons, after trudging from the soaky roads and battling for some room for her umbrella when she’d reach home and freshen up; the bed would be welcoming and cozy. The raindrops on the windowpane and the bustle that could still be heard outside of the window while she cuddled in her blanket and tried listening to radio would be bliss. There would be tea to drink and people talking about their day. Some college things, some incident with the neighbor, some teacher being a pain, some boss being well boss, all put on the table; or simply complaints flying from every corner about the nonsensical choices of television made by the matriarchy. “ Did I know whe
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The make of a Genius

Today sitting in a cafe I happened to drop an ear into an interesting conversation between two elderly gentlemen. The topic of discussion being are genius made or born. I have read over and over the quote by Thomas Edison " Genius are one percent inspiration and 99 percent perspiration " which currently was the point of contention between these two eccentrics. As the discussion proceeded, it went into being said that there was a study among american, belgian and korean mothers about what makes their kids good at math. Amazingly, it seems that while belgian and korean moms said that with daily practice they think that their kids can be good of math, american mothers were of the view that there is a gene of talent among each kid which makes them better at a particular thing or not, due to which not being good at math can be blamed on genetic built of a person. If american mothers are to be believed then each man is not equal to another, some are born better than others. Which g
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Vitamin F

Years ago sitting in the library of my school, I was explaining this self concocted theory of faith and belief that I think I should revisit because it was very good. My theory said that in order for something that seems miraculous to happen to us there has to be unquestionable, unwavering, unmovable kind of faith in a cause we believe in. There is no myth in some of the great things happening to great people. The reason being, these people believe passionately without an ounce of doubt in something and just go for it. I will go one step further in explaining this theory. I say, believing in something requires part of ours in the form of energy to be put into work. Sort of like potential energy being converted into kinetic energy. According to my understanding, no human effort of any form ever goes wasted without producing an effect in our form of living. Everyone has this belief system embedded in them. According to me it only gets energized first at a very crucial time of a person’s
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Ownership

Over the past few weeks I've been thinking about the days we live by all the moments of life we go through. All one can ever ask of life can be to live with a sense of pride, live as if life was a gift given to us and love every moment of it even in the most unseeming of the situations. Who doesn't have some things that they've lived through that they'd really like to take it back. It seems all noble and righteous to say one has no regrets in life but I disagree. I think the key is not to not have any regrets or things that you'd rather do in a different way, but to, own it ! Much has been told time and again about doing what you like, putting your passion to work so that work seems like play and all that. What really is being said is to " Own it". Do good or bad. Just do something and whatever it is that you do, do it the best you can. Something that constantly comes to my mind when there is a situation I would rather like it go some other way than the cu
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Those days

Do you remember when we used to run away as if our lives depended on it after pointlessly ringing the neighbor's doorbell The faint remembrance of hurt still lingers when you forgot to search for me while playing hide and seek And the only thing we used to fight about was who gets the remote during dinners Why, I just got hold of that scrap of paper with your art which looked a lot like me And you thought it would be capital fun to pass around among people and guess its resemblance How we ran to the door in the evening when dad came home And on rainy days, our outlasting paper boats outside our window was what made us heroes Oh the merriment in not having electricity staring at stars on terrace and someone having a ghost story Not a day passed by without having you play a prank on me Hiding the pieces of broken vase or china used to be our little conspiracy Saving for birthday presents Acting forgetful to tease How we dreamt of growing up to do as we please I wish sometimes we coul
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Laundry Day

Today was laundry day Clothes were strewn around like hay I sieved through and came across my happy clothes And those that resemble rainy day cloaks Closet full of different myselfs Once a while,we get acquainted over some hot chocolate I wonder about the divine inspiration To buy this exuberant color Oh look! the melting blueberry ice-cream left me a stainy souvenir Clothes that see me regularly And those special forlorn ones Every time I see them They brief me how I've been
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