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The Three Types of Growth Graphs

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­The late twenties of my life, have brought me face to face to one realization. We are all growing in different ways. Even if sometimes life feels stagnant, it is not. It might sound like a forced positivity to you. In an era, where AI replacement in jobs have cut down half the possibilities for entry-level work experiences, I am one of the freshest victims. Sometimes I wonder whether Artificial Intelligence is really the problem or whether foolish CEOs are. CEOs who think they can eliminate everyone from the industry and run their companies solely through AI. So, I am not forcing noble thoughts in your head, no. I am just choosing optimism as a life’s standpoint. However, this article is not about discussing the AI-approved stupidity in the corporate. Will get into that later. This article is for people who feel that they are stuck in some stagnant water, in a muddy web of life, or let’s say in a mire. This article is to make you believe that you may not be able to see your grow...

Becoming a Writer begins with Becoming an Observer

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Becoming a writer begins with becoming an observer. One who looks closely to the things happening around us and can express it, in a much wider, deeper and brighter way. Wider in the sense that a writer is someone, seen in the society, as someone who can express things that most people cannot in words. Who are writers? We are wordsmiths, and we know how to cultivate the right emotions through our words. Deeper and more profound in the sense… that writers do not just look at something and write that. Our muse almost resides in looking underneath the things that are happening in society. This is why, when I had written in my book, Kaliyuga on My Curls : “ Destroyed buildings do not terrify me, What terrifies me is the lost identity ” My observation was attached to the bombings in Ukraine by Russia that had destroyed a school. The bomb did not just destroy the school, but it killed the memories, the stories, the legacy of the particular building. Brighter in the way, that when Jane...