Insults, rudeness, sadistic sarcasm, personal attacks, incivility, yelling, belittling, and demeaning remarks at workplace can hold back anyone who’s otherwise a hard worker. The self doubt ritual that arises from the aforementioned behaviour of a leader or a boss, overshadows all the confidence one has accumulated little by little over a period of time. AContinue reading “When rudeness becomes the workplace norm”
I am a millennial. One of the loathsome, entitled, rebels born in the ‘90s. And in the Indian context, I’m the most conniving, self-indulgent adult-kid (one who’s not allowed to make decisions but is expected to decide and not be taken seriously all the same) who knows not to respect people, let alone money. AccordingContinue reading “The demoralised and demonetised desi millennial”
As I read about the ceasefire violations along the LoC, militant infiltration, army retaliation, thoughts ran wild. I had just finished reading Curfewed Night by Basharat Peer. The average Kasmiri days are filled with events of civilians getting killed, pellet wounds. The ‘heaven on earth’ where normalcy is crippled and loses all meaning with curfewedContinue reading “The memories of a present long gone”
It was 9 pm and Nungambakkam railway station was in its normal Friday night torpor of tired commuters going home, shop-keepers checking the clock and the lighting in power save mode. Only, this was not any other day. Earlier in the morning, this station had hit the national headlines for the gruesome murder of aContinue reading “Nungambakkam at night: Has Swathi changed it all for us suburban commuters?”
Sip on Ceylon tea, have stuffed buns from the bakeries that adorn every nook and cranny, buy some posh souvenirs from boutiques at the Dutch Hospital, watch the kite sellers at the beach, sit in quiet at the Ganga Ramaiah Temple.
Somehow found comfort in this quote, irrespective the situation. You’re positive, the quote calls for a reality check. You’re negative, the quote calls for a little pep talk. And like all things, there’s a grey area, the in-between, the funzone for chaos. Somewhere in those six words lies an inexplicable mixture of hope and pain.Continue reading ““Times are changing, and people too””
Is death a part of life? Should we embrace it? Does it heal with time? I don’t know yet. All I know is that when a person dies, they leave a hole in their shape in your heart. In your life. A hole that you cannot possibly fit anyone else in. A hole that doesn’tContinue reading “The thing about death”