Today was the perfect weather to stay in at home, sit by the window, and read a good book. The day started with light rains, and was replaced by cool breezes. My friend here in this great morning is “Like the Flowing River” by Paulo Coelho. A collection of short stories and articles, the one that got me the most though was “Pianist in the Mall. ” A short summary – One day Paulo Coelho and his friend, an international violinist, were walking in a mall, when they came across a pianist. Who was playing a piece by Mozart, devoid of all those around him, completely lost in its ecstasy. And he was playing so beautifully, they had tears in their eyes. It reminded me that all our struggles, paths, and choices are our own personal dialogue with God. And as long as these two members are happy, nobody else’s opinion matters.
As you know I am in my hometown in UP. And I couldn’t help but notice the clear gender bias on the streets. The ratio of boys to girls on the streets is too abstract. This I consider one of the major reasons for gender based violence. Not because men are given free rein, but because women are not. If there is a healthy and equal gender ratio on streets, crime rate will reduce automatically. And if let us say parents or family members find it too unsafe or unsecure to send their females out then they should also not allow their men to go out, Simple. It should be equal right? What is your take on this? Do you think I am right or wrong? Please tell me in the comment section below.
Hello everyone, I know I am writing after a long time but I had my board exams last month. And like always I prepared the entire course last minute, so as you can expect I was in a bit of a time crunch😖.
Anyways, I came to my hometown last month and have been working on redesigning the website since then, as you probably noticed. My aim is to make it more interactive, efficient, and elegant. So please tell me if I succeeded, and also any other suggestions you have to improve. Also, stay hooked for new and fun content!
Ho, Finally landed, what a feeling! In the airport there was a slight confusion with the luggage belt. My aunt, her son, and grandpa have come to pick me up. While leaving we were in a kind of hurry to save the parking fine of 90 INR, but alas we were one minute past the deadline:(( the queue itself was 2 mins long). While going home what caught my attention was the excellent quality of roads- very clean and big. But the traffic was equally bad, like there must have been countless times in our stay that we were almost hit. The major attraction that came our way was the Sabarmati Riverfront. When the Sabarmati river had started drying up, the government had diverted the water from the Narmada river, and developed 10 Kms of path on both the banks for the people to walk, exercise, cycle, and simply relax. After reaching home It felt really nice to meet my grandma. Later I had breakfast after ages, since I normally don’t eat in the morning. My grandma had prepared methi ke parathe with fresh malai.The rest of the day I took off from studying and played with my cousin Hemanth.
In the evening both my aunts, uncle, and their children went together to Riverfront flower park. Near the Riverfront the government has developed many parks, gardens, playing areas, and much more. The Flower park was especially beautiful and even more wonderful during springtime. There were many places to sit, and had a small park for children, there was even a pond. Later we went home, though we were in full mood to stop for some street side Gujarati food but Reyansh( my second cousin – 3 years old) was sick. But we couldn’t stop staring at the aromatic stalls lined with masalas, chutneys, and oils. But it wasn’t a bad decision since my grandma had prepared amazing food and the entire family had dinner together. And we all stayed up till 4:30 am the next day chit chatting!
Our first long trip alone is a big prospect. As we grow the definition of long changes- going to the grocery store down the street, taking the city bus alone, and traveling Inter-city. Today I had the longest solo trip of my life, From Bengaluru to Ahmedabad(1552 Km), but it is only 2 hour from flight. Yet I was so tensed out, not about the pre-boarding procedures but about the fact once I am on the plane there is no turning back. In just 2 hours I am in a strange place far from the people I call home, all alone. Plus there is always a margin for accidents, my luggage bag may get lost or my aunt might not be able to pick me up. But I realized what has to be done, has to be done, and somewhere inside I know that if any of these circumstances arrived I was strong enough to face them. Suddenly just like that I was not afraid and actually enjoyed myself, Took some photos ; –
Saw the stalls at the airport. Stepping out of my comfort zone made me more confident and gave me an opportunity to grow. I attained courage and belief in myself which I would have hardly found anywhere else. So step outside of your comfort zone today and tell me what it brought you.