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There is Nothing that is Called an Early Success

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 There is nothing that is called an early success. You have to begin early working on it. I have often contemplated over the last few months during my early 24s how I have not yet achieved anything in my music or writing career. And then look at these motivating and inspiring stars like Durjoy Dutta and Armaan Malik. They are already doing things they want. Earning from their passion and most importantly fulfilling the dreams of their parents and buying them everything they deserve. How astonishing! How focused them must have been right from the beginning. And here I am boiling milk in a bartan  and hoping that a miracle would do some kirtan! But, not that I am writing this to you is not because I am sad or at a state of contemplation. Remember I once said? Feel whatever you are feeling and let it pass. The more you hold back a feeling and resist it, the more it amplifies to raise delusions. I follow that.  My feeling of contemplation has passed and then it reckoned in my head how the

The Making of a Villain

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 Guess, we have all heard it million times that we are not born a villain. Our upbringing makes our personality. And sometimes our choices too.  When a person begins to feel that his or her negative sides are a better companion for their survival, things begin to take a turn differently. Nobody is born a villain. No parent choice fully teaches their child to lie, to deceit, to take revenge or to become selfish. It is someone's circumstances and an outburst of their inner agony that leads to the seeding of such personality traits.  As a person begins to feel comfortable being a liar, truth seems like a heavier burden. As a person begins to feel profited by cheating and betrayal strategies, honesty feels like a choke in the gut. As a person begins to feel relieved by harming people, forgiveness feels like a guiltier ride. As a person enjoys the privileges' that come with a selfish behaviour, there is no turning back from that guilty pleasure, is there? People do not choose to be

Perception is the Smallest Chunk

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My current job profile provides me the scope of exploring many business methods, learning methods and analytical tools. Although my academics had seen long years of commercial application, I had not been accustomed to these tools and learning methods. It’s not so that I had learned any less in my school and college curriculum. Perhaps the academic degree that I got in school is the reason why I am learning these at my professional stage. I have recently come to this learning method called ‘chunking’. Google says that it is “a process by which small individual pieces of a set of information are bound together to create a meaningful whole later on in memory”. It is very useful in retaining information and also in connecting the dots between small pieces of information to find the bigger picture. This insight grew in me a different thoughtfulness. It showed me how my chunk of a small perspective towards my academic and professional learning affects my approach to my current standing of

The Right Medicines at the Right Time

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  From the past few months I have been on a supplement of Amway ‘Nutrilite Mulitcarotene’. Although it is not prescribed by a medical physician to me, I had found that product fitting my need for vision and skin care. The pack suggest of a ‘three times with meal’. And the first time I read it, my mind asked before or after? Since doctors normally suggest for an after meal of most medicines, I have been taking that lately after meals, once a day. I kind of a forget it most of the times, but it is working just fine. My curiosity took me far and I thought what difference it has to take a medical supplement before or after meals. According to Google, “ To reduce side effects of stomach irritation, including indigestion, stomach inflammation or ulcers. ” I am convinced. The point of the argument is, we often think that some achievements or goals are being withheld by the almighty. We think that he is going against our wishes. The whirlpool of hardships is something that no of us are enterta

Needs can be Ended. Greed cannot be Mended

 Suppose a ten year old kiddo asks his father to buy him a toy car, and he gets that. It's done. It's met. There is no need to bring him another toy car until he has that working well and fine for him. Or if he sees an advertisement with a better car model and sacks his father for that. But let's say his need is met. He got the car, he is happy!  Now suppose that ten year old kiddo wants toys. Every kind of toy that is available in the market. There is no end to that. He will always be asking his father for more and more toys. After a toy car, he will ask for a remote control plane. Then he might ask for Hot wheels car set, he can also ask for more Power Rangers edition or Marvel's edition or a Ben ten collection. Rings nostalgic bells? Yes I am talking about an era that does not exist anymore. Kids these days are subway surfers and not Pirates of Caribbean. Maybe the Subway Surfers era has ended too. Technology is too fast, too fast to keep pace with. However. Anyways.

The Aesthetic Keeda

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  Three years ago, at a college event, our HOD called me and my classmate to select the names of a few segments. It was for bidding goodbye to our seniors then. To have the fun heightened up, Sir suggested of including a segment where the senior class boys will be asked to flaunt their physique (with clothes on, of course!). We laughed. So, sir asked what a quirky name for it can be. My classmate and I first thought of "Muscle Maniacs". Sir asked for something closer to the idea. So, I suggested " ang pradarshan".  Both of them had big wrinkles and wide disapproval all over their face. Sir repeated the word 'no' at least five to six times, followed by the phrase, "That sounds so sick and cheap". I murmured "It is what it is?" Sir went on going, "Something classier and aesthetic."  Now, come on the senior boys showing off their muscles didn't seem classy to me, rather more wild. They came up with something aesthetic  that had

A Belief | Poem

 A Belief This time I am afraid. I didn't text you, Though I had- A parade of words too. Isn't your fault really. It is a consequence  When I failed to accept- The halts really. The last time, I had given more. Then what was asked for. And apparently: I was underestimated more- Than I could hope for. So fear stays, That you too may leave. Because every ending- Begins with a belief.