The statement, “Tell me something about yourself” always freezes me. Like how do I define myself in a few sentences strung together? It especially makes me nervous too, because it takes me back to my job hunting days and the countless interviews I gave.
After three decades of life experience on this planet, I still haven’t mastered the art of talking about myself, but I’ll try.
Hi, I’m Manali Desai.
I’m a 32-year-old, happily married (huh?) woman (still a girl at heart). We do not have any children (at least not any that we’re aware of).
n. The most hated electronic device.
n. an excuse to look at yourself in the mirror.
Trigger Warning: sexual assault
Akshay tapped gently on Kaya’s shoulder to get her attention. Before he could say anything, Kaya violently jerked his hand away and shouted angrily, “Hey! Don’t touch me without my permission!”
Akshay was mildly embarrassed at such a reprimand and more so because everyone working around had turned their heads curiously to see what had caused such a reaction from Kaya.
Akshay immediately apologized and said, “Sorry to have caught you by surprise. I just wanted to ask; shall we go for lunch?”
Kaya immediately felt guilty about her outburst and said, “I’m so sorry, Akshay…
Yes, I’m a feminist. And the first thought that probably came to your mind was, “Oh! she must hate all men.”
So, let me begin by saying, no I don’t. And yes, I do. No, because I was raised by a man, grew up with another, and am now happily married to one. So, no I don’t hate all men.
And yes, because, I do have strong opinions and animosity against those who think women are inferior to men. This, however, is irrespective of the gender of that person. …
Writing isn’t an easy task,
But then, what is?
When I’m stuck on a piece,
Or am running out of ideas,
Or need to meet a deadline,
I criticize myself.
But that only aggravates my anxiety,
And hampers the quality of writing.
So I’ve decided to challenge myself,
Rather than doubting myself,
I've decided to focus on what I can do,
Rather than what I cannot do.
I’ve decided to grow,
Because I want to try and become a better person.
I was tagged by Melanie J. to write a poem based on my choices. The challenge is originally started…
Why would you hate someone?
Because they disagree with you.
Because they don’t walk, talk or dress like you.
Because their way of working and thinking is so different from yours.
Because they did something to offend you.
Because they said something that hurt you.
Are these reasons enough to hate?
For me, it would suffice at dislike,
Or most times even at indifference.
Because there are things worthier of my time and effort,
Then focusing my energy on something someone said or did,
That might affect me just a little bit, or sometimes not at all.
Do you hate…
In focus under this story is The Castle of Torre in Pordenone, Italy.
Perched atop a hill within the archaeological area of Villa Romana di Torre di, this castle (also popularly known as Museo Archeologico del Friuli Occidentale — Castello di Torre) houses 5 rooms and is located about 3 km north of the city center.
The surrounding park and the greens are soothing to the eyes and the mind, while the inside of the castle is a walk back in history.
We all know that India is called the ‘land of villages’. All of us have our ancestral roots in a village, near (or close) to the city we grew up in. But there are some unique Indian villages that we have never heard of or know about.
Taking into consideration, the fact that there are around 597,464 villages in India, this should hardly come as a shock.
Some of these villages are in fact making us popular at a global level too. Knowing about these might even make you yourself want to pack up your bags and visit these in…
I falter and fail,
I fall and surrender,
I doubt myself,
I question my work and decisions,
I criticize myself,
I hesitate when taking up something new,
I confuse myself,
I am suspicious about whether I can do it the way it is supposed to be done.
And it's alright.
Because which sane person doesn’t?
Those who say they’re content
With themselves and their lives,
Those who say they never fall or fail,
Are definitely lying.
Doubting oneself goes hand in hand with believing in the self,
Otherwise, we’d all be on the top, all the time.
Thank you for…
Books that deal with mysterious deaths and the suspense around those deaths have always managed to give me sleepless nights; more out of fear than curiosity. Nonetheless, I do indulge in them every once in a while. A recent read in this genre was If I Hadn't Met You by Shalini Ranjan.