Trying to connect the dots.....

  Some reunions always seem unwanted at the surface! Coming face to face with long lost family friends and well-wishers is ought to be filled with verbal and non-verbal judgements, especially the non-verbal judgements being hard to ignore. You have done your engineering right, and now into photography and filmmaking… "Why? Did it not work out? Did you even try applying for jobs after the maternity break? Is this field of work even profitable? Are you doing good?" While the Gen-Zs would have archived this unsolicited intervention without any consideration, we millennials are still straddling between, “Ignore them” and “let me explain”, often lopsided toward the latter! A job, a kid, career break, another kid, career breakdown, Covid, forced introspection, new certifications to resurrect a career that was never meant to be, hibernation of LinkedIn account because I had nothing to say, a career change and finally unhibernation of LinkedIn account! It’s interesting to note ...

  The fence is often where I find myself when the noises too heavy  each claiming to be true  mind beaten black and blue  When the dust settles, noises fade  what's true might not be true  what's fair might not be fair  the fence is often where I find myself  Why can't you make up your mind?  peer pressure so strong,  Impulses too wrong,  I did jump off the fence  once, twice, thrice  just in the nick of time  to please the voices,  just to find myself on the wrong side of history  No matter how you slice it!  The fence is often where I find myself  The wiser I got, the firmer I held onto the fence  No pressure too strong, hence  Those who pick sides may have a beef with me  Alas, a precious few get my view  a bird's view from the fence  I am just waiting for the noises to fade  And, we find a calming ground  while I sit on my fence,  I am not timid, not a co...

 All I wanted was a balcony, A perfect window to an epiphany  A perfect envy to the onlookers too A small desk with a seat, made of timber Some plants , some wall art That spoke of me This person I was in private. My kind of sundowner, this would be! I waited for this place  To unwind, to unfold my thoughts For years, All I wanted was a balcony  My happy place! While walking on that street  from my childhood home towards my dream home That donned a balcony  A resolve to all my quests A perfect place to nurse my dreams A sundeck with hues of dawn, And moonlit ever and anon All I wanted was a balcony  Unbeknownst to the little me, I now hang clothes in my balcony! There is no timber,  Only dreams that linger All I want now is to go back to that street And look for that balcony Dreams can't be bought, How timber-headed of me! Afterall it's the chase, My happy place, Unbeknownst to the little me!

I am curious, tell me everything about thee, an open book I am, you may say I wonder, even an open book has shallow words, spilled rather carelessly, or done willfully I will never know, for you are the master of your secrets I am curious, to know the real thee, who are we really without these secrets? a bunch of lies? you may ask the whys and wherefores  or even dismiss my quest, none of my business you see business is what I bleed at! after devouring everything that you have said, I still look beseechingly at thee, like I am gazing into the infinity of secrets, just to be free from the quest! Inversely, I sense you fighting too covering every chink in your armour to say nothing or to bare it all captivating they are, food for the soul too, you might even take them to your grave! I may say as I please, in fact, you are brave! yet, I beseech you, tell me your secrets I am curious It is because I care, I will consider and cover! I can play with the words,  but truth be told, I ...

One thing that has remained constant among the world humans under this lockdown (forced & self) is their involuntary quest for both introspection and extrospection. Whether we want it or not, life has boiled down to the bare essentials even for the fortunate ones. while we women fight for equal treatment as that of our male counterparts, nature has done its bit in making us realise that women and men are just a few levels of androgen apart. All thanks to the salons being shut. Some of us who are not that good at DIY techniques can give a complex to the males in the locked house with our bushy eyebrows, noticeable moustaches and a dash of beard. Among the thousands of forwards being forwarded during this lockdown, there was one such forward that resonated with my current feeling. So, I too mindlessly forwarded the same to the other groups without knowing there would be a backlash by a man! Yes, a man stating that, I shouldn't be engaging in gender discrimination.  ...

Meeting! The Oxford dictionary says,"A meeting is an assembly of people for a particular purpose". Let's delve deeper into the particulars and the purposes. Going by the above definition, I have been attending meetings ever since I was a toddler.  How? Let me tell you.  As a kid, I have always enjoyed going to birthday meetings, because the purpose was always clear,  "To eat the cake!" It's pretty much the same even now, just that eating cake is not as simple as before especially when birthday meetings are planned as meticulously as a wedding where cakes are based on themes. The last birthday meeting I attended had a theme, "Love your animals" so as you might have guessed it the cake was a bone shaped vanilla cake which looked almost like a bone. To say the least, I wasn't pleased. Talking about young adult days, when I used to attend conferences/lectures just to appear intellectual amongst my peers. Here too, the purpose was very c...

"Time management is an oxymoron. Time is beyond our control, and the clock keeps ticking regardless of how we lead our lives. Priority management is the answer to maximize the time we have" . what a great phrase by John C Maxwell! As if life was that simple... As if life and the society at large weren’t enough to fill our lives with oxymorons, we have these anonymously or famously quoted phrases that we come across quite frequently. Some can give you a new perspective, some can inspire you and some can really make you sick in your head. When I look back at some of those quotes that have inspired me, I feel I have somewhere failed to read between the lines. I say that because  if moral policing with rebellious people , can be done only by reverse psychology, the morality gets imbibed in impulsive people like me by the motivational quotes. The quotes that randomly appear before them and never by elderly guidance. You know the ones who tell you, “they have seen life so...