What’s my next job?

I have seen many a specie around me investing in mutual funds, stocks, and what not! Never has any such plan come into my mind. Someone was asking me the other day, “How could you be so careless (rather carefree) about tomorrow?” I said, “I don’t bother about tomorrow, but about how I lived my life when I live that ‘tomorrow’.” I know not whether they got my point.

‘Read the offer documents before investing. Investments are subject to market risks.’ If you are investing in a risk for a safer tomorrow then is it worth investing. To me that one line sounds as ‘Get on board the ship which may sink if it’s hit by a storm or some iceberg!?!’. What the heck?

So, which is a wiser step – investing on a ship, a storm, a glacier, or to learn swimming!

Life saving option is obvious, right! Our jobs today… may be subject to any risk. Are we ready to prevent our life ship from hitting any iceberg…(…our monthly commitments)?

No – the voice of probably 7 out of 10?

I believe in investing my skills. The choice can be anything under the sun. Something which is always on demand. I may not be a scientist, but I know I have or can learn something which makes me distinct and can support me sustain to see more sunrises with a smile.

What’s your next job?!?

“To all my fellow EMI payers and those who discuss about enhancing their CIBIL score.” :))


Are you a demotivated blogger?


‘You express what you are!”

If you believe this, this short article will definitely interest you to write your next blog, else… up to you!

I am passionate about writing, social networking, etc. I write to express my ‘lovely yells’ to the busy world. But somehow, for the last couple of days I feel somewhat demotivated about writing. (May be because I missed my gym schedules! Argh!) Then I started thinking. Why am I blogging at all?

One word came from within, passion! Yes, and this one magical word made me blog even my demotivated state right now. I do not blog to grow any social network. I blog because I am! Speaking to my inner-self makes me feel relieved, unquestionably.

Tips – Case to case

Let’s start with some case to case scenarios…. to keep your blogging passion up and running – from simple to complex

  • Blog your state of mind – Hey! I am feeling demotivated, do you have any tips!
  • Blog some crazy actions – Hey there! I am going to shut down my router to grab some happy moments with my family, yay!
  • Blog a funny video you have seen on Instagram –
  • Blog some scientific facts that are least known – Do you know our skin has thousands of mites making out when we sleep and that too on our face! LOL!

Not last of the list

  • Blog ‘how do they do it?’ kind of stuff and learn yourself and engage your readers learn something.

What else!!!

Like the tips? Do share or comment…

Is it compulsory for a lady to wear vermilion?

I was reading an answer on the net this morning and got awe-stuck at the opinion being developed these days about wearing vermilion.

In a nutshell, the discussion was about women being forced to wear vermilion, in some context. With times changing and the impact of different cultures diluting the core Indian culture, now there starts the discussion as to whether wearing vermilion on her forehead (especially those following Hinduism) is necessary at all.

I was deeply moved at this and jotted something like this (see below). If you agree with me, do share this blog and let every woman (when I say woman, the term includes every girl who has the Indian ‘gene’) know that vermilion is not for ‘fashion’ sake. It’s her birth right and pride.

If my comment does not attract any gender bias, I would like add something. The topic in fact interested me, and I totally agree that bonding in any of its form should stem from the bottom of the heart and not just by external beautification.

In India, we strongly believe that women are a form of ‘Shakti’ and we look up to her with a divine sense. Ever since we have been used to seeing Goddess in her full attire and vermilion and as such…. we get a bit pricked when we see a woman hale and healthy, happy in her family and personal life doing away with things that are iconic expression of all these.

The way people approach you might have pricked your personal ego, but if you give it a thought a bit, you will be no lesser than the divinity inside you. The culture, the respect, and the Indian attitude all comes by what you wear, speak, and inculcate to the next generations.

Thanks for being patient while reading this.

Disclaimer: No personal prejudice or religious or cultural disparity here! :)”

Jai Hind!!!

How to Spot Psychological Manipulators *NEW POST*

A nice intuitive piece…


By Eric Perry, PhD-c

“You learn a lot about people when they don’t get what they want.” ~Anonymous

Like the waves that forcefully crash on the shore and later gracefully retreat, there is an ebb and flow to life. The seasons change and the flowers bloom, only to later wilt. We all give and take in our daily lives. Our interactions with one another are overall based on a healthy exchange of emotions, ideas and positive social interactions. There are some individuals, that like crashing waves have a disruptive influence in our lives. They seem only interested in profiting from the relationship and will give little or nothing in exchange. They use psychological manipulation to disguise their true intent.

Psychological manipulation is a type of social influence that uses deception, underhanded tactics and abuse in order to achieve the interests of the manipulator. The manipulator may use these tactics for…

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1 Day Black

Black – most of us know that this unique color symbolizes grief, negativity, more than that a big heavenly space encompassing most celestial bodies.

May be if you are a science student, you may be a little optimistic saying ‘Black’ has everything, all hues in it absorbed. If so, I totally agree with you. Now my question is how many of you could succeed in witnessing at least one of these so called ‘absorbed’ colors. Do we have some tool that helps us to make at least one color visible out of this deadly ‘Black’? I wonder!

I made an attempt to see, no not that I invented any tool. But with a different approach.  I feel I succeeded in bringing out at least a couple of those colors. A couple of them yet with millions of their tones. ( I do not say shades as they again drive me to black.)

Into the matter, I was positive and jubilant about a phone call that asked me to be a ‘Scribe’ for an alumnus of theirs. I was thanking the Lord who sometimes feels that my services to his ‘beloved’ are potential. Until I met this ‘Differently abled’, I was assuming that all my calls to contact this Mr.X (not sure if he liked mentioning his name, I sent him a friend request on FB.) were being responded by some of his room mates. Assumptions take no time to fade away.

On Sunday, I was waiting for him on my two wheeler. He walked towards me, quite punctual about the time, accompanied by his mother. He was totally blind, 100 percent. We introduced each other; and assuring his mother about my commitment to him for the day, I headed along with him towards iOn Digital Zone, the examination center at Maula Ali, Hyderabad.

It was a horrible timing and the Sun seemed to be testing the mettle of each candidate who stood there with an invincible determination to take the RRB exam. (Whether they prepared for it does not matter here, LOL, I could see WhatsApp was predominant until they were allowed in.) This was when I had sufficient time to interact and understand the colors within ‘Black’. He was using an iPhone 4, making calls to his classmates who were also supposed to be taking the same exam. He was making sure if the other scribes were on their word and reaching on time. He made another call to assure his mother about his safety and the time he would need her again, etc.

During our conversation, I learnt that he was the ‘Topper’ until his graduation. He had enough guts to file a RIT against the current regulations that prevented him from appearing for the Judicial exams. Oh! I forgot to mention that he graduated from a reputed Law university in Odisha. Despite being so differently abled, he supports his family by working as a junior advocate somewhere in Film nagar, as he said.

He is relentlessly appearing for all sorts of competitive exams with one HOPE that some day he would see his parents with no regret about his abilities (in physical terms).

We talk of being positive, we talk of overcoming hurdles, we talk of building relationships, and we talk of what not! And this person who evolves out of ‘Black’ each day, each moment only keeps smiling. He smiles at the enormous opportunities he can utilize and succeed, at least at some time of his life. He smiles at his confidence levels. He is the happiest person I have ever seen in my life, so far.

Thanks for your time to glance at this blog!