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Cairo, I love you!
What is the first thing that comes to mind when we think of Egypt? It is not the Pyramids. It is not the Nile. It is the political instability. As I prepared to join my husband on my first business trip to Cairo, I had the same sentiments in my mind. I didn’t really care so much about visiting the Pyramids. I cared more about returning home safely. Friends and family requested me not to go. Once they realized that I am not going to change my mind, they showered me with safe travel checklists and advice – carry a spare phone, dress conservatively, don’t venture out alone, etc., etc. I took…
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Yogs Expanding Vocabulary
Yog has always been a keen observer of life, using all his senses to explore and learn about the world around him.Till now, he has been silently observing and soaking in his immediate environment. We were initially worried about his delayed speech, but then gave up believing that he will figure something out on his own soon. Because he used to rarely speak, we got accustomed to taking decision on his behalf and carrying out conversations forgetting that he was even around. That is, until recently. One fine day, Yog decided that he had learnt enough of the world him through observation. Now it was time to learn through expression. He started combining words…
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Luck vs. Passion
As I stepped out for my evening walk today, one of the neighbors, a small, petite woman having little kids of her own, casually greeted me. She noticed my walking shoes and my headphones and instantly said, “Wow! You are so lucky that you manage to go out for a regular evening walk!” On normal days, I wouldn’t have even stopped to acknowledge such comments. But today, for some reason, I stopped, smiled and said, “I make time for walking. It is my way of retaining my sanity!” With that I pushed on pressing the hard gray road beneath the soles of my shoes. I don’t know why it was…
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“Car Free Thursdays” who are you trying fool?
I am sure some of you have heard about a bunch of people in Hyderabad who are trying to change the way the city thinks and behaves. They first tried to get us on the roads early Sunday mornings and now they are trying us to make us give up our comfortable air conditioned cars on Thursdays. Who do these people think they are? Who gave them the right to try and intervene in our lives? Why is GHMC allowing them to create this nuisance on our streets? We are the upper middle class, fueling the lights behind the cities booming economy. We work hard at our desks so that…
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Mystery of a Mothers Heart
Any middle class household, which has witnessed a new baby in their house recently, will relate to the extent of transformation a house undergoes to make room for the tiny soul. Diapers, wipes, towels, sheets, cradle, crib, feeding chair, stroller, bathing chair, bottles, etc. are strewn across the whole house. Every piece of furniture is scrutinized and measured on a strict scale of child safety. Based on security ratings, furniture which has otherwise belonged in the house for decades is often unceremoniously dumped to make room for the little crawling being. Each visit to the market, is often focused on what new items can be purchased to make the little…
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Agar Tum Hote (If you were here)
Did you know, there are many tricks to overcome depression without using any medicinal anti-depressants? Ice cream, chocolates, exercise, and my all-time favorite – Shopping, do the trick for me. Depending on how depressed I am feeling, I choose one or all of the above anti-depressants. This Sunday was some reason (not worth discussing), I was feeling exceptionally low. The magnitude of depression was high enough to justify a serious dose of retail therapy. Plus with the Sale season on, I would have gotten into a more severe depression if I did not make the most of the ongoing discounts. I bathed the kids, fed them their breakfast, assigned some…