The Thought Addict

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Today's women can be strong 'we-men'

The thought of independence drifted through, and the needle of the spin wheel stopped at the word 'woman' this time. Why do you think this thought has been doing its rounds on my mind since last evening? And how does it link to independence day? Intrigued by the presence of a man in the word wo'man', I thought of a synonym. Probably the word was coined because women 'woo' men to take care of them and the entire family. The next best word that came to my mind was 'female'. This word also has a significant dominance, of the male. So I wanted to look up the etymology of the words 'woman' and 'female' just to make sure. I read up more than I could actually digest, and my head became slightly heavy, indicating that I was drifting from the point I wanted to make. So what were my initial thoughts? Rearranging the random words and organising my thoughts take up a lot of my time and I look lost and forlorn until I accomplish something wort

Hey, What's Cooking?

"What's cooking?" is a cliche now. Even when asked literally. Instead, "Who's cooking?" seems to be the new trend. There's a plethora (that's a subtle word in this context) of cookbooks already flooding the market. Since the digital media has taken over, there are blogs, videos, recipes, television shows and much more which talk only about cooking and this is the new era of food mania. These "dishes" are definitely a feast, but for the eyes only! Unless you cook the same sumptuous, lip-smacking dish in your kitchen and try the recipe yourself, you really don't know...how "wonderful" or "delicious" it will turn out to be. To get ahead in the race and sell their "tried and tested" recipes, some use the words "traditional dishes", "grandma's recipes", "diet cooking" or "healthy eating" and so on. But are they really authentic? If yes, how do you know they a

How much of silence is golden?

I got this forward on Whatsapp recently, which I got time to browse through only this evening. Nothing much got registered up there, and I instantly forgot about it. You may now wonder what has prompted me to write about it... When to be silent... was the forward. I went through the same again, this time with total concentration. And I was not wrong by being silent. I could now connect well, and someone's reputation was at stake. Nor did I want any fame. And I'm not a publicity monger either. So I was absolutely right by remaining silent. I prefer doing many things in silence. And when done, I don't like to beat the trumpet or even take any credit whatsoever small or negligible. I get full satisfaction that I have done my duty; and done it on time. Without anyone goading me or reminding me several times about my deadline. But that doesn't mean that I should not get my due. Though I do not strive towards earning laurels, I think I deserve a small acknowledgmen

I'm petrified...

I'm petrified... Of a simple five-letter word Which no one can defy Or confront or disregard Or defeat or overpower Or challenge or dispute Even the latest gadgets and gizmos Cannot breathe life into Or revert or rewind Or delay or defer Or simply take it for granted I'm petrified... No, I'm not afraid Of the death of a dear one Or the loss of a beloved Or the demise of a soul Or the passing away of someone special It is inevitable... But doom is certain When an abstract most valued Just slips away from our hands At a place the scariest At an hour the darkest With an outcome the deadliest I'm petrified... Everyone is born with it But no one nurtures it Or cultivates it Or perpetuates it And it dies an immature death I'm petrified... Of the untimely death Of truth and honesty .

The Hairpin-Bend?

The Mid-Life Crisis.. What is the real meaning of this phrase? For quite some time now, I've been struggling with various issues, ranging from questions about the reason for my existence, to my future career prospects, or the 'Quality time" with my daughter (rather, the lack of it). One fine day, out of the blue, I happened to watch an inspirational speech by a highly successful entrepreneuer, and it just made my mind topsy-turvy. He had focused not on how to earn money, rather about doing what you love and living life on one's own terms. I was a pilgrim lost in the chaos of my life, and here was a person who said something that seemed to be a very personal message to me at that point. Now, a few days have gone by since that life-changing moment. I know what I love, what I aspire to. But will I have the courage to see it through to the end? Do I have the strength to give my all to achieve a teeny-weeny bit of fulfillment in life? That remains to be seen..

Gifts: Pricey vs. priceless

Why do we hesitate to say 'no' to a gift? Our face lights up and we are overjoyed when someone actually hands over a gift, especially when it is least expected. Gifts have become a fashion icon these days. Not only the gift that is given, but the one that's taken back. Even children, when they are the invitees of a birthday party, are eager to get something in "return" and that's how the modern concept of return gift was born. Children seem to be enchanted by return gifts even when they get a simple pencil box or a party cap. But how far this culture is taking us and the next generation, is a pertinent question. Today being Teachers' Day, my thoughts roll back to this insignificant but impacting gesture of children in a school I worked. The day started with hoots and cheerful din which I thought were rather unnecessary, at least not from school children who are barely 15. I can understand if those in the late teens had behaved so. The children who