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MY PERSONAL CASE FOR READING ONLY TWO BOOKS FOR THE REMAINING OF 2018

MY PERSONAL CASE FOR READING ONLY TWO BOOKS FOR THE REMAINING OF 2018‘Reading’ is overrated. Pick any self-help sort of book/article/blog and there is a high probability that you will get the age-old advice that ‘you should read more’ in one form or another. Even worse, the self-proclaimed life/career coaches are blogging the hell out of the internet with posts like ‘How [more]

A (HALF-IMAGINARY) INTERVIEW WITH MY 7 MONTH OLD

A (HALF-IMAGINARY) INTERVIEW WITH MY 7 MONTH OLDQ: Welcome to this interview. Just a while ago, you were crying so loud that we could only see your wailing face without being able to hear anything. Most likely, your screaming exceeded the audible limit of human ear which is around 20 kHz. Are you okay now? A: Did you [more]

FROM LOSING MY FATHER TO BECOMING A FATHER

FROM LOSING MY FATHER TO BECOMING A FATHERTHE REAL LIFE LESSONS that truly matter, matter so much so that they change us to the core, only come from the death and birth of our loved ones. At the beginning, right at the moment of the crude instance of death or birth, these lessons make all other teachings, [more]

REMEMBERING THE BOOKS YOU LOVED

REMEMBERING THE BOOKS YOU LOVEDDuring my teenage, I think I read an insane number of books that were not listed as textbooks. If I had allotted a slim % of that reading time for the textbooks, I think I would become a better student, but that’s a different story. The story I want to tell [more]

THAT WONDER MORNING

THAT WONDER MORNINGI don’t remember the date, but still remember the day. The morning. I woke up (and as always) felt my life really needed some change. Not a new feeling. But that day, I really wanted to change, and I changed. At times, the solution for even the toughest problem in [more]

LIFE BACK THEN - CRICKET, NEIGHBORHOOD AND A HAWKER

LIFE BACK THEN - CRICKET, NEIGHBORHOOD AND A HAWKERHe was sitting on his knees and looking at the passersby. He was not asking for anything; there would be zero point in asking. But his eyes were still asking…..would any of you…please? You may call it ‘hope’, or maybe ‘irrationality’. I would call it ‘one of THE most depressing [more]

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