Delhi rape case may be a trigger point but it’s not a stray incident as how a top Delhi cop has put it.
This horrific incident brought back memories of my 3 year stint at New Delhi 12 years back. Nothing seems to have changed rather it has gotten from worse to worst.
Staying at New Delhi, changed my way of perceiving, it instilled in me a fear, a sense of insecurity.
I had a nonchalant attitude all the years while growing up till I landed in New Delhi and stayed there. Anyway, life in Chandigarh had been much protected and we didn’t have cell phones while growing up but Chandigarh has always appeared to be a safe haven vis-à-vis Delhi. At Chandigarh, I hardly prefer an afternoon show; mostly go for evening shows with my folks even till today. We never felt insecure walking in the park or going out at night but this was many years back. I have a good set of friends and we always felt free and happy to venture out anywhere. But Delhi changed me…
I stayed in the heart of Delhi at YWCA for 3 years, it has two police stations, a historic gurdwara, a church and the world famous Jantar Mantar, Parliament house in its vicinity. I recall not one but many incidents in the past which narrowed my perspective and curbed my sense of freedom.
First Lesson: I was in my last year of teens and like many others, had been preparing to stand on my own feet. A month into my stay at YWCA, I made few hostel friends and one day all girls gang decided to go for a movie show at night. We asked another friend to buy the tickets for us and to wait for us at Regal theatre in CP. We kept waiting for a while but didn’t manage to get an auto to ferry us. A Delhi roadways bus stopped near us and I being the youngest and so new to Delhi life, just hopped on. I had just landed on the foot board when one of my friends literally dragged me back. By the time I got my balance back and stood there figuring out what exactly happened, all the other 4 girls charged at me in anger and at my foolishness. Still, nonplussed at their reaction, I mustered the courage to ask them “What’s wrong?” The mightiest of the group controlled her seething anger and then gave me gyaan on the perils of being a girl. She told me that the bus had only a driver and a conductor and what if the bus had sped fast with me onboard and misbehaved. She thought of using the word ‘rape’ as blasphemous and opted for ‘misbehave’. So, I was told that never ever get on to a bus alone in New Delhi before dawn or after dusk or rather ever, if you are unescorted or in a big group. But the Delhi rape case makes me wonder' Did having an escort while using a public transport help that victim at all? So, to this day, I detest boarding a bus and have learnt to rely on other forms of transport.
Second Lesson: One day I planned to go to shopping at CP and on my way back, it was around 6.30 pm. Since, I used to love walking in those days and it was beginning of winters, I thought of walking back to the hostel from the outer circle near the Hanuman temple as it wasn’t really far from my hostel. I had walked half the distance and I could feel many prying eyes on me. First time in my life, I felt scared and it was more at the thought of being robbed of my cash rather than dignity. Few more steps, I was in front of the police station near the gurdwara and a red maruti car halted parallel to me and the guy inside seemingly older than my father, rolled down the window and asked me if I needed a lift. Without responding to him, I just kept walking and pretended to head to gurdwara. After being visibly satisfied that the car had turned away, I decided to step forward to hostel entrance gate as the gurdwara and YWCA share the boundary wall. Those another 2 minutes meant more catcalls by beggars, street hawkers till I safely disappeared behind the confines of hostel walls. That day many men on that street were staring at me, passing snide remarks and if I had shown my fear visible on my face or in my body language, I would have been in deep shit. But a religious place, a police station and a prominent working women hostel assured no guarantee of a safe walk. How disgusting and stupid I felt walking alone? Again my hostel friends were using all sorts of adjectives for walking down alone. Imagine, there were no guards to deter those men except for our hostel guard, whose prime job was to just ensure that all girls were safe inside the hostel wall but outside no one gave a damn. After that day, I never ever walked on any street at any point of time. Even during day time, walking on any street near Janpath or anywhere in Delhi meant using elbows or safety pins or punches to protect self from being brushed past. I almost felt like a Ninja soldier at times. Today, I think I was just lucky. Later during my 3 year stint, we used to hear so many instances like girls being eve-teased or molested or brushed past while they were on their way to pay obeisance at Gurdwara or just standing right outside hostel gate. The authorities paid no heed and rather advised girls to be careful. The lesson I learnt – Don’t walk on street..
Even to this day, having returned to Chandigarh now, I just don’t want to walk alone at any time of the day, even if it means jogging in neighborhood park, I know I would fight back but I don’t want to get in that uncomfortable situation.
There are rampant protests happening in the country on Delhi rape case and demand for death penalty and more police patrolling. But, I do not have faith. There have been many cases where either policemen themselves are perpetrators of crime or become accomplice by not helping the victim or the policemen are not equipped enough to help the victim.
My heart goes out to the girl who lost her brave-heart father, who incidentally was a cop and was trying to protect his daughter from the beasts. Even, in Delhi rape case, the girl was indeed accompanied by a male escort but it’s not a Salman Khan movie where the hero would successfully defend his sister, mother or daughter.
We need to stand united for this cause.Chemical castration and torture till death should be the punishment for the rapists. Girls should be given self defense training right from elementary schools. Pepper sprays should be given to girls and CCTV, cameras etc should be put across all possible nooks and corners, public transports and fast track courts should be set up with female judges and female cops.
In the end, I would like to pray for the victim who is battling for her life. She is a hero and has a long battle ahead of her.
Sunday, December 23, 2012
Monday, January 30, 2012
The lost world of forgotten gadgets
Heard an old number on FM today:
Buggles popular hit - Video Killed The Radio Star:
In my mind and in my car,
We can't rewind we've gone too far,
Pictures came and broke your heart,
Video killed the radio star.
.
This got me thinking and hence this blog:
My 5 year old niece went to the attic and came back with a dusty walkman in her hand. She asked me what it was? My answer was a walkman. She asked me which cd plays in it and how does it play? I first had to explain her that it was a cassette that played in it and not a cd but didnt have any cassette in the house to show her or show her that how the gadget operated? So, i took her to the downtown market and we stepped inside a popular music store. I went around the entire store but couldnt find cassettes displayed anywhere. Then went to the counter and my mere query raised eyeballs as well as smirks from the cashier as well as customers standing next to me. I went to several other music stores and got a similar response. I felt as if i had arisen from a deep slumber after 15 years. There are no more cassettes available in the music stores. Similarly, perhaps she will see vcr, lp players etc only in some antique shop or museum in the years to come.
Even, though 90's saw computer revolution but even before the advent of this decade and century, floppies became obsolete and were replaced by USB's and hard drives.
But, the nostalgia over these gadgets is fast replaced by the new marvels of technology.
I have started collecting all the memorablia for future generation to see and marvel when they grow up. Maybe when my niece grows up, she will cherish these antiques which I am storing.
Buggles popular hit - Video Killed The Radio Star:
In my mind and in my car,
We can't rewind we've gone too far,
Pictures came and broke your heart,
Video killed the radio star.
.
This got me thinking and hence this blog:
My 5 year old niece went to the attic and came back with a dusty walkman in her hand. She asked me what it was? My answer was a walkman. She asked me which cd plays in it and how does it play? I first had to explain her that it was a cassette that played in it and not a cd but didnt have any cassette in the house to show her or show her that how the gadget operated? So, i took her to the downtown market and we stepped inside a popular music store. I went around the entire store but couldnt find cassettes displayed anywhere. Then went to the counter and my mere query raised eyeballs as well as smirks from the cashier as well as customers standing next to me. I went to several other music stores and got a similar response. I felt as if i had arisen from a deep slumber after 15 years. There are no more cassettes available in the music stores. Similarly, perhaps she will see vcr, lp players etc only in some antique shop or museum in the years to come.
Even, though 90's saw computer revolution but even before the advent of this decade and century, floppies became obsolete and were replaced by USB's and hard drives.
But, the nostalgia over these gadgets is fast replaced by the new marvels of technology.
I have started collecting all the memorablia for future generation to see and marvel when they grow up. Maybe when my niece grows up, she will cherish these antiques which I am storing.
Fundamental Right To live Freely!!
Its almost 2 in the night and i cant seem to manage any sleep. So, thought of penning down rather typing my thoughts.
Today, i saw a polish movie - "Your name is Justine", it was such a heart wrenching story about a polish girl conned by her German boyfriend and thrown into the dark world of prostitution for Internet porn. What really moved me was her desperation to be free again and her strong desire to return back to her country, to her grandmother. Poor girl is sexually assaulted, kept without food for days and threatened to comply and agree to her captors commands. There was a scene where she opens the refrigerator and finds nothing except a stale fungi infested slice of bread. She is so hungry that she eats it. In another scene she wants to escape and she simply cant as she doesn't have the energy left to jump off a window.
Of course in the end she ends up killing the guy who conned her and is later released after 3 years in prison and is back to her own country but it was too much of innocence lost. She thinks aloud and asks a question that in life where was the justice met and will her life ever be the same again?
As soon as i finished with this movie, while surfing channels, i came across the onscreen adaptation of A kite runner. I remember crying silently when i had read this book. Though by the time i started viewing the movie it was almost the end of it. But again the by lanes of Afghanistan, the poverty, the misery and the Taliban rule was overbearing to watch. I felt so bad for the young boy sohrab, who is orphaned and abused by his captors. In one scene, he tells his uncle that he is glad that he is an orphan since he doesn't want to face his parents as he is dirty. Again, it wasn't sohrab's fault.
I remember having sleepless nights in US, after having read A fine balance by Rohinton Mistry. Again similar misery with different characters and different setup. I know it is very fresh in my thoughts and i feel the pain and simply many who will read this or watch those movies, will shrug it as a movie or perhaps like me forget it in the mundane routine of work. But, the big question is where we are heading as a society? The news are buzz with plight of baby falak but isn't it our responsibility to give a secure future to our next generation. Technology has been indeed a boon but not a week passes where something really wrong happens to the kids,teens.Whether its teenage Adnan killed by his friends after having seen the news or another case of some MMS video being made.
Imagine, being put in a cage and not being able to move freely. We all claim that we are citizens of a free country but is this freedom? There is so much insecurity, so much of crime. I know perpetrators of crime will not cease but what we can do is generate awareness and help the victims to start afresh.
Right to Live and Freedom is after all a fundamental right, given by God and not by any court or constitution.
Today, i saw a polish movie - "Your name is Justine", it was such a heart wrenching story about a polish girl conned by her German boyfriend and thrown into the dark world of prostitution for Internet porn. What really moved me was her desperation to be free again and her strong desire to return back to her country, to her grandmother. Poor girl is sexually assaulted, kept without food for days and threatened to comply and agree to her captors commands. There was a scene where she opens the refrigerator and finds nothing except a stale fungi infested slice of bread. She is so hungry that she eats it. In another scene she wants to escape and she simply cant as she doesn't have the energy left to jump off a window.
Of course in the end she ends up killing the guy who conned her and is later released after 3 years in prison and is back to her own country but it was too much of innocence lost. She thinks aloud and asks a question that in life where was the justice met and will her life ever be the same again?
As soon as i finished with this movie, while surfing channels, i came across the onscreen adaptation of A kite runner. I remember crying silently when i had read this book. Though by the time i started viewing the movie it was almost the end of it. But again the by lanes of Afghanistan, the poverty, the misery and the Taliban rule was overbearing to watch. I felt so bad for the young boy sohrab, who is orphaned and abused by his captors. In one scene, he tells his uncle that he is glad that he is an orphan since he doesn't want to face his parents as he is dirty. Again, it wasn't sohrab's fault.
I remember having sleepless nights in US, after having read A fine balance by Rohinton Mistry. Again similar misery with different characters and different setup. I know it is very fresh in my thoughts and i feel the pain and simply many who will read this or watch those movies, will shrug it as a movie or perhaps like me forget it in the mundane routine of work. But, the big question is where we are heading as a society? The news are buzz with plight of baby falak but isn't it our responsibility to give a secure future to our next generation. Technology has been indeed a boon but not a week passes where something really wrong happens to the kids,teens.Whether its teenage Adnan killed by his friends after having seen the news or another case of some MMS video being made.
Imagine, being put in a cage and not being able to move freely. We all claim that we are citizens of a free country but is this freedom? There is so much insecurity, so much of crime. I know perpetrators of crime will not cease but what we can do is generate awareness and help the victims to start afresh.
Right to Live and Freedom is after all a fundamental right, given by God and not by any court or constitution.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
An ode to Steve Jobs
I know there are zillions of tributes to Steve Jobs already and twitter records, blog records have broken on the same but still i wish to express the loss I felt.
I have never met Steve Jobs, I will never meet him now but ever since i possessed my first Ipod mini and during my stay at US and even after i came back, i wanted to, at least once in my lifetime, meet this person called Steve Jobs.
I don't idolize people but he was one person i truly admired and wished i could emulate his convictions and beliefs. His comment Stay Hungry Stay Foolish is quite iconic in itself.
Steve Jobs’s most important contribution will be that he made technology about people and not about technology. The entire thrust of his career was about building useful tools that adapt themselves to the ways people already think and work, rather than asking people to retrain themselves to learn how to use their machines.
While other tech leaders have given lip service to similar ideas — especially in the past decade following Apple’s recent successes — only Jobs has been able to thoroughly inculcate this concept into a company and all of the products that it produces.
The point here is that, as much as Steve Jobs loved technology, he was also deeply curious about other aspects of life as well, such as music, world culture, and philosophy, and his life experiences in those areas had a significant impact on his humanistic approach to technology.
Jobs even traveled to India after he dropped out of Reed College. Although he didnt find the enlightenment he was looking for, his travels helped solidify some of his ideas about what he wanted to do with his life and the impact he could make back in America. During the trip to India, Jobs reported, “I started to realize that maybe Thomas Edison did a lot more to improve the world than Karl Marx and Neem Kairolie Baba put together.”
All of this, of course, advocates for a liberal arts education and a variety of life experiences in order to help you think bigger, understand life from lots of different perspectives, and discover more things that you’re passionate about.
Such was his mettle that even after being asked to leave the company that he started, he was recalled back and that too with more respect and admiration. Though he never spoke again to the person who fired him. He was a cancer survivor for long and his farewell email to all apple employees was so graceful and humble.
May his soul rest in peace and its a true loss for not just tech world but every person who uses technology.
I have never met Steve Jobs, I will never meet him now but ever since i possessed my first Ipod mini and during my stay at US and even after i came back, i wanted to, at least once in my lifetime, meet this person called Steve Jobs.
I don't idolize people but he was one person i truly admired and wished i could emulate his convictions and beliefs. His comment Stay Hungry Stay Foolish is quite iconic in itself.
Steve Jobs’s most important contribution will be that he made technology about people and not about technology. The entire thrust of his career was about building useful tools that adapt themselves to the ways people already think and work, rather than asking people to retrain themselves to learn how to use their machines.
While other tech leaders have given lip service to similar ideas — especially in the past decade following Apple’s recent successes — only Jobs has been able to thoroughly inculcate this concept into a company and all of the products that it produces.
The point here is that, as much as Steve Jobs loved technology, he was also deeply curious about other aspects of life as well, such as music, world culture, and philosophy, and his life experiences in those areas had a significant impact on his humanistic approach to technology.
Jobs even traveled to India after he dropped out of Reed College. Although he didnt find the enlightenment he was looking for, his travels helped solidify some of his ideas about what he wanted to do with his life and the impact he could make back in America. During the trip to India, Jobs reported, “I started to realize that maybe Thomas Edison did a lot more to improve the world than Karl Marx and Neem Kairolie Baba put together.”
All of this, of course, advocates for a liberal arts education and a variety of life experiences in order to help you think bigger, understand life from lots of different perspectives, and discover more things that you’re passionate about.
Such was his mettle that even after being asked to leave the company that he started, he was recalled back and that too with more respect and admiration. Though he never spoke again to the person who fired him. He was a cancer survivor for long and his farewell email to all apple employees was so graceful and humble.
May his soul rest in peace and its a true loss for not just tech world but every person who uses technology.
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Comics
Its mid night and can't sleep, suddenly my thought takes me to writing a blog, i thought of writing few days back about a nostalgic episode.
Recently, on a personal visit to my Aunt's house in Amritsar, I was reintroduced to something i cherished as a child. During my stay there, my teenage cousin volunteered to offer her study cum play room to help me deal with my state of mind. I was particularly feeling low and sad compounded by ill health and needed my privacy. Late in the night, when i couldn't gather myself to sleep, I looked up at a shelf neatly lined up with books.
Suddenly, my longing eyes chanced upon Archie's digests and it took me back to my childhood. As a child, i think half of my pocket money was invested in comics and prior to the pocket money stage, my parents made sure that I caught fancy to reading at a very early age. I remember my dad getting tinkle, chanda mama comics twice a month and later on preferences changed to Chacha chaudhry, Motu-Patlu, Champak etc.
The first slang words in my lingo came thanks to Archies, Richie-Rich, Asterix and Tintin. Frequent trips by my grandfather to Russia ensured a steady supply of Svetlana's folklore and Vladimir's heroic tales.
I had such a penchant for comics and story telling that at a very young age, i started writing stories of my own in class tests but moral of my stories matched the moral of the original text stories and my teachers always admired my creativity.
Chacha Chaudhary in Hindi is my all time favorite. The famous quip: Chacha chaudhary ka deemag toh computer se bhi tej chalta hai brings so much nostalgia with it. Still remember rocket the dog, Saboo the hunk and the round and saree clad chachi with her rolling pin.
Archies took my fancy to Riverdale American High school and somehow my loyalty always remained with Betty and hated Brunette heiress Veronica. In times of doordarshan, I learnt about Smooch and Smack from Archies. Asterix was very interesting and obelix was my favorite character because it reminded me of my obese but favorite cousin.
These days, I see kids taking more to Internet and online gaming, wonder the comics will remain in vogue forever. Request all of the readers to keep this world alive and encourage the next generation to take to these..Even to this day, comics are so entertaining and help bring the child out in us. Chacha chaudhary and champak with its fables is to be credited for my story telling creativity and interest in reading.
And chacha chaudhary will always remain my favorite comic in Hindi and Archies in English. Which one is yours?
Recently, on a personal visit to my Aunt's house in Amritsar, I was reintroduced to something i cherished as a child. During my stay there, my teenage cousin volunteered to offer her study cum play room to help me deal with my state of mind. I was particularly feeling low and sad compounded by ill health and needed my privacy. Late in the night, when i couldn't gather myself to sleep, I looked up at a shelf neatly lined up with books.
Suddenly, my longing eyes chanced upon Archie's digests and it took me back to my childhood. As a child, i think half of my pocket money was invested in comics and prior to the pocket money stage, my parents made sure that I caught fancy to reading at a very early age. I remember my dad getting tinkle, chanda mama comics twice a month and later on preferences changed to Chacha chaudhry, Motu-Patlu, Champak etc.
The first slang words in my lingo came thanks to Archies, Richie-Rich, Asterix and Tintin. Frequent trips by my grandfather to Russia ensured a steady supply of Svetlana's folklore and Vladimir's heroic tales.
I had such a penchant for comics and story telling that at a very young age, i started writing stories of my own in class tests but moral of my stories matched the moral of the original text stories and my teachers always admired my creativity.
Chacha Chaudhary in Hindi is my all time favorite. The famous quip: Chacha chaudhary ka deemag toh computer se bhi tej chalta hai brings so much nostalgia with it. Still remember rocket the dog, Saboo the hunk and the round and saree clad chachi with her rolling pin.
Archies took my fancy to Riverdale American High school and somehow my loyalty always remained with Betty and hated Brunette heiress Veronica. In times of doordarshan, I learnt about Smooch and Smack from Archies. Asterix was very interesting and obelix was my favorite character because it reminded me of my obese but favorite cousin.
These days, I see kids taking more to Internet and online gaming, wonder the comics will remain in vogue forever. Request all of the readers to keep this world alive and encourage the next generation to take to these..Even to this day, comics are so entertaining and help bring the child out in us. Chacha chaudhary and champak with its fables is to be credited for my story telling creativity and interest in reading.
And chacha chaudhary will always remain my favorite comic in Hindi and Archies in English. Which one is yours?
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Some tunes linger on in mind..
"Cant get you out of my head" by Kylie Minogue is the only apt song, i can quote at the moment to the following situation -
I have my own list of all time favorite classic songs. And there is distinct list for English and Hindi numbers. Some songs keep adding to the list but however more or less the top contenders have retained their spot. Hindi list is forever topped by Kabhi Kabhi from movie Kabhi Kabhi..and English list is led by Jon Bon Jovi's -Its my life.
But much to my amazement these days, there are certain tunes that seem to be stuck in mind and these songs aren't even my favorite. And for the past few days, wherever i go, either i am singing to myself these tunes or i hear them on the radio/tv etc.
First one is the latest number from movie - Murder 2 - it starts like "Ai kash tu hamesha saath hota, yun na dil rota...haale dil tujh ko sunaata dil agar yeh bol pata". I am certainly not a fan of Jacqueline or Emraan Hashmi and neither this song will ever figure in my all time favorites.
Second one is from the movie Lakshya," Kitni baatein yaad aati hain, tasveeren si ban jaati hain, main kaise tujhe bhoolon". I am more a fan of the video if this song, where both Preity and Hrithik are lamenting over their love lost.
The third song that completes the trio is " Ajeeb dastaan hai yeh, kahan shuru kahan khatam, yeh manzilen hain kaunsi, na woh samajh sake na hum". I don't even know the name of the movie and haven't seen the movie..except i remember the video there is some boat sequence.
What perplexes me is that none of these songs are my all time favorites? I don't even remember or have ever bothered to mug up all the lines..i only remember the first stanza of each one of them. Also, for the past few days, whenever i switch on the tv, one of these songs invariably appears on any random channel and like a sequence at least two of them appear either on the same channel or during channel surfing. Today even while driving my car to nearby parlor, song 2 & 3 came up in succession. Normally i wouldn't even bother to remember the songs let alone the sequence. But it has become way too repetitive.
I have tried to divert my mind to my current favorites but somehow end up singing to myself one of these songs even when i am not hearing them through any external source. Maybe, its a state of mind..but its freaking me out :)
I have my own list of all time favorite classic songs. And there is distinct list for English and Hindi numbers. Some songs keep adding to the list but however more or less the top contenders have retained their spot. Hindi list is forever topped by Kabhi Kabhi from movie Kabhi Kabhi..and English list is led by Jon Bon Jovi's -Its my life.
But much to my amazement these days, there are certain tunes that seem to be stuck in mind and these songs aren't even my favorite. And for the past few days, wherever i go, either i am singing to myself these tunes or i hear them on the radio/tv etc.
First one is the latest number from movie - Murder 2 - it starts like "Ai kash tu hamesha saath hota, yun na dil rota...haale dil tujh ko sunaata dil agar yeh bol pata". I am certainly not a fan of Jacqueline or Emraan Hashmi and neither this song will ever figure in my all time favorites.
Second one is from the movie Lakshya," Kitni baatein yaad aati hain, tasveeren si ban jaati hain, main kaise tujhe bhoolon". I am more a fan of the video if this song, where both Preity and Hrithik are lamenting over their love lost.
The third song that completes the trio is " Ajeeb dastaan hai yeh, kahan shuru kahan khatam, yeh manzilen hain kaunsi, na woh samajh sake na hum". I don't even know the name of the movie and haven't seen the movie..except i remember the video there is some boat sequence.
What perplexes me is that none of these songs are my all time favorites? I don't even remember or have ever bothered to mug up all the lines..i only remember the first stanza of each one of them. Also, for the past few days, whenever i switch on the tv, one of these songs invariably appears on any random channel and like a sequence at least two of them appear either on the same channel or during channel surfing. Today even while driving my car to nearby parlor, song 2 & 3 came up in succession. Normally i wouldn't even bother to remember the songs let alone the sequence. But it has become way too repetitive.
I have tried to divert my mind to my current favorites but somehow end up singing to myself one of these songs even when i am not hearing them through any external source. Maybe, its a state of mind..but its freaking me out :)
Monday, July 4, 2011
Change
"Change is the only constant in our lives" - This paradox is so true..
Some people say that no one changes, that the leopard never changes its spots. But in fact everyone is changing every day, either for better or for worse. When someone changes for good, we welcome that change. When some one changes for worse, we despise it. Change is an inevitable reality. People change all the time. We may say that it is difficult for us to change but we inevitably change. Everything around us changes as well even before we realize it. Sometimes, change takes us by surprise and sometimes it hits us badly. Some changes fill our life with happiness, some create a void..
Even marriage, birth or death of a closed one, conflict with a loved one, movement to a new place, movement to a new workplace, everything is part of change. In relationships, people change all the time and it hurts really bad when that change swirls your whole life 360 degree. Instead of accepting change, we keep questioning our own self. In workplace, a new colleague, boss, junior or even a new cubicle demands lot of mental adjustment to change. It is all about accepting change.
There are 3 ways of accepting change - Accept it as a way of life, mull about it as to why it happened or try to change the change...I have been a strong crusader of second way but trying to switch over to first or third one.
It will take me sometime to switch my loyalties from second way but who said Life is a bed of roses????
Some people say that no one changes, that the leopard never changes its spots. But in fact everyone is changing every day, either for better or for worse. When someone changes for good, we welcome that change. When some one changes for worse, we despise it. Change is an inevitable reality. People change all the time. We may say that it is difficult for us to change but we inevitably change. Everything around us changes as well even before we realize it. Sometimes, change takes us by surprise and sometimes it hits us badly. Some changes fill our life with happiness, some create a void..
Even marriage, birth or death of a closed one, conflict with a loved one, movement to a new place, movement to a new workplace, everything is part of change. In relationships, people change all the time and it hurts really bad when that change swirls your whole life 360 degree. Instead of accepting change, we keep questioning our own self. In workplace, a new colleague, boss, junior or even a new cubicle demands lot of mental adjustment to change. It is all about accepting change.
There are 3 ways of accepting change - Accept it as a way of life, mull about it as to why it happened or try to change the change...I have been a strong crusader of second way but trying to switch over to first or third one.
It will take me sometime to switch my loyalties from second way but who said Life is a bed of roses????
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