There will be lots of things, you might regret. Kindness is one thing, you never will.
I began my weekend morning at 9 AM and immediately after I freshened up, I went to the kitchen to get done some long overdue chores and prep up our lunch. At times, I have infinite patience to do small stuff which would usually be put on the back burner when I have a busy, tiring day. Continue reading
In friendship and all relationships in life, I believe it is the little things that matter – paying attention to little details and treating people with the tenderness we would like to receive, is something which warms my heart.
There has been a lot of conflict between my practical mind and my heart regarding the concept of “Being acknowledged”. I believe that that acknowledgement doesn’t matter. If it makes you feel good inside; you should do it irrespective of the fact that somebody is watching or not. Then sometimes my logical mind would argue about “Quid Pro Quo” – “Something in return”; though not monetary or in big things, but a small word of encouragement would be more than enough to fulfill the “Social”, “Esteem” or “Self Actualization” Needs as defined by Abraham Maslow. This confusion was seamless and endless.
Although I seldom work for praises or appreciation, I or for that matter any one; would love being recognized.
Yesterday evening I was quietly reflecting upon my journey in the “Corporate World” post college life, my journey as a “Blogger” and “Painter”. I admit that I like being recognized and admired.
“Mumbaiiii” just this one word is enough to personify the vibrant and electrifying spirit of this city. Call it Mumbai or call it Bombay or even call it Bambai just the name is enough to bring a sparkle to your eyes. Mumbai, with its “Always on the go” lifestyle will never fail to show you what dynamism is. “Static”, “Passive”, “Slow and Steady” are words just absent from the dictionary of this city and every person connected to it. This city never sleeps. Even at 3 am you can wander around Marine Lines and find hawkers selling you bhel and chaat. At 12 am, Dadar station is as crowded as the Delhi streets at 4 pm. At 5 am you can see people starting their day having small naps in the local trains while commuting to their destinations. EVERYONE and EVERYTHING is ACTIVE here.