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I realize that most journal entries I make here are sad ones. I don’t publish the happy ones because mostly they feel like blowing my own trumpet; but more importantly there isn’t much soul-searching content there. As much as I wish that the soul searching, healing and re-inventing happens on the happier plane of life,... Continue Reading →
Its one of those times when my faith is tested to its limits, again. There’s a line in one of my favourite devotional songs from Bollywood that goes ‘Bhakti ko shakti do’, which means ‘give power to devotion’. It implies that if we pray hard enough, that could be our superpower. I have believed firmly... Continue Reading →
For the first time ever today, I felt like there’s a dangerous cache of unresolved anger within me that could surface at the most inconvenient time and make things difficult for myself. I’m usually one of those overly positive people – attempting to see the best in every situation, romanticising the littlest experiences, finding memories... Continue Reading →
With a lot of gratitude to offer, I inch closer to a new year looking forward to many good things incoming. What’s worth sharing here, however, is the battle with self-sabotage that I am still overcoming, but have made considerable progress with in 2023. A therapist would tell me a number of things about why... Continue Reading →
I assume that one of the hardest life skills to master for anyone is to not have expectations from others, especially when you’re someone who naturally makes a lot of effort to make things happen for someone you love. The motivational speakers and spiritual gurus on Youtube make it sound rather easy and glorious to... Continue Reading →
I do not claim to know myself well enough but I think that I have always been a borderline workaholic. Productivity and a constant sense of accomplishment is my high in life and something that keeps me driven. However, one common misconception that people have about workaholics is that we love work so much that... Continue Reading →
I always felt life is so much easier when you're unapologetically, yet responsibly yourself. One social issue I often have is dealing with people who try too hard, albeit unsuccessfully, to constantly hide and miscommunicate parts of themselves to maintain a projected image. How do they manoeuvre through? How do they remember what version of themselves... Continue Reading →
Does ambition ever feel pointless? Why do we hustle like the progression of the world depends on our performance sometimes? After all, the bigger picture is that we all perish some day and the world moves on without us, no matter how important we assume our contribution to it or to its residents is after... Continue Reading →
Presence of mind can sometimes be an atrocious thing. Awareness of the self, despite being one of the most celebrated ideals in spirituality, can in fact be the source of our worst miseries. Because after all, no matter how self aware or self controlled we assume we are, our thoughts are not under our control.... Continue Reading →
Life isn’t too considerate while throwing hardballs at us and leaving us knocked out and clueless at times. It gets us questioning the whole point of existence and the significance of every little thing that we assumed made our lives what they are. No matter the number of options our conscience might present to us... Continue Reading →