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No grand exit, no foreshadowing, no poetic last words. One moment, he is there—singing, laughing, telling stories of the railways, drinking chai, and talking about life as if it would never end. And then, he is gone. The void he leaves is not just absence; it is a rupture in the fabric of your reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are stunned. You are furious. You are helpless. You have no script for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because death is the one truth you have always treated like fiction. A distant event that happens to others, never to the ones who make life feel infinite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it is because we are raised on stories where the good live on. Villains perish, but heroes endure. Even when death finds a place in our narratives, it comes for those who deserve it. Rarely do our stories prepare us for the death of someone good, someone kind, someone who makes the world feel lighter. We are conditioned to believe that goodness stays, that warmth lingers, that joy does not vanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when it happens—when that person, the one who made life bearable, is no longer there—something within you shuts down. It is not just grief; it is an incapacity to enjoy anything anymore. Because joy was never meant to exist without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was not my father, but he felt like one. He called me Sunday Wala Beta because Sundays were ours—chai, conversations, stories about the railways where he had worked for forty years. My own father was a quiet man, never one for long talks, but this uncle, this Muh Bola father, filled that silence. His advice was simple yet sharp, the kind that seems casual when said but lingers long after:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Money is not everything, but money is everything. You don’t have to succumb to its power, but you need enough to enjoy life. And ultimately, it is about enjoying life.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, one Sunday, I saw him for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He acted normal, just as he always did. We had chai, talked about his diabetes, about buying property. He spoke as if there were a thousand Sundays ahead of him. I left without a second thought. And a month later, his son called—not me first, but someone else, asking them to fetch me alongside. I was angry for a moment, but I understood. My parents are ill. He didn’t want to add to my burdens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is his funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how I will feel. Nothing has hit me yet. Maybe it won’t, not tomorrow, not the next day. Maybe it will hit weeks from now, when I hear a train whistle and think of his stories. Maybe it will be when I drink chai and instinctively wait for a voice that will never speak again. Maybe it will come when someone jokingly calls me Sunday Wala Beta and it suddenly doesn’t feel funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had one more moment with him, I wouldn’t say anything. I wouldn’t ask for wisdom or closure. I would just sit with him, drink chai, and listen to his stories. Because in the end, that was enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, all that remains is silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one day, I know—far from the noise of mourning, far from the weight of loss—I will sit with chai in my hands, hear the faint echo of a train in the distance, and remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in that moment, he will still be there.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/feeds/5841158756332141031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/2025/03/the-last-cup-of-chai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183361181561809465/posts/default/5841158756332141031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183361181561809465/posts/default/5841158756332141031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/2025/03/the-last-cup-of-chai.html' title='The Last Cup of Chai'/><author><name>Hemendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718583913514367312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-rc2KrUEoUQbL8oQ9pk3QVak_HdC0p-deJk5cJKc1Xrx8vvnXUYgeUlAhhEFlo87h_1gZitcaEq45LvaMCoMOv48S24znw1gxQ6xheDstqLFeoOaQ25t2f1c7sude79jimjfuNTRKcbEatSWKf5uNt2G-8XNXH5BF4IQ144sDT9AK94WeWrSMkxo6EFvd/s72-c/chai.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183361181561809465.post-4504222156300753145</id><published>2025-02-22T00:40:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2025-02-22T00:40:54.476+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life Lessons"/><title type='text'>How to Express Frustration Without Sounding Aggressive</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4wC5JYO_WqOGBVZ8K9Bv9qPhiFW9lZ2O5BrMt2N9qqoq-wbALfs7LkaENUr4zH_5O5F6OAA7e7jIiz0dfJiE2wB17dwkPYKmLtj0-nDSrEsigjxf2jgBLbMqz1yE-De8ZXJ1b0J_nawh8aWXTgl3c4lG_XuBDII3ZRb32zkL_Iyz1GnstmZo3Os6dG5cV/s571/angry%20speech%20quotes.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;571&quot; data-original-width=&quot;570&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4wC5JYO_WqOGBVZ8K9Bv9qPhiFW9lZ2O5BrMt2N9qqoq-wbALfs7LkaENUr4zH_5O5F6OAA7e7jIiz0dfJiE2wB17dwkPYKmLtj0-nDSrEsigjxf2jgBLbMqz1yE-De8ZXJ1b0J_nawh8aWXTgl3c4lG_XuBDII3ZRb32zkL_Iyz1GnstmZo3Os6dG5cV/s16000/angry%20speech%20quotes.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote data-end=&quot;175&quot; data-start=&quot;64&quot;&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;175&quot; data-start=&quot;66&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;152&quot; data-start=&quot;66&quot;&gt;&quot;Speak when you are angry and you will make the best speech you will ever regret.&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br data-end=&quot;155&quot; data-start=&quot;152&quot; /&gt;— Ambrose Bierce&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;425&quot; data-start=&quot;177&quot;&gt;Frustration is a natural emotion. We all feel it—whether it’s because of a coworker missing a deadline, a friend canceling plans last minute, or simply dealing with everyday annoyances. But how we express frustration &lt;strong data-end=&quot;422&quot; data-start=&quot;394&quot;&gt;makes all the difference&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;650&quot; data-start=&quot;427&quot;&gt;When handled poorly, frustration can come across as &lt;strong data-end=&quot;493&quot; data-start=&quot;479&quot;&gt;aggression&lt;/strong&gt;, leading to unnecessary conflict. But when expressed thoughtfully, it can open the door to &lt;strong data-end=&quot;647&quot; data-start=&quot;585&quot;&gt;understanding, problem-solving, and stronger relationships&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;732&quot; data-start=&quot;652&quot;&gt;Here’s how to express frustration without sounding angry, rude, or aggressive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr data-end=&quot;737&quot; data-start=&quot;734&quot; /&gt;&lt;h3 data-end=&quot;774&quot; data-start=&quot;739&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;772&quot; data-start=&quot;743&quot;&gt;1. Pause Before You Speak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;937&quot; data-start=&quot;776&quot;&gt;In the heat of the moment, frustration can make us &lt;strong data-end=&quot;855&quot; data-start=&quot;827&quot;&gt;react instead of respond&lt;/strong&gt;. Taking a pause—even just a few seconds—can help prevent an emotional outburst.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul data-end=&quot;1104&quot; data-start=&quot;939&quot;&gt;&lt;li data-end=&quot;984&quot; data-start=&quot;939&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;963&quot; data-start=&quot;941&quot;&gt;Take a deep breath&lt;/strong&gt; before responding.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li data-end=&quot;1046&quot; data-start=&quot;985&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;1004&quot; data-start=&quot;987&quot;&gt;Ask yourself:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em data-end=&quot;1044&quot; data-start=&quot;1005&quot;&gt;“Will I regret how I say this later?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li data-end=&quot;1104&quot; data-start=&quot;1047&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;1073&quot; data-start=&quot;1049&quot;&gt;If needed, step away&lt;/strong&gt; before addressing the issue.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;1286&quot; data-start=&quot;1106&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;1118&quot; data-start=&quot;1106&quot;&gt;Example:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br data-end=&quot;1121&quot; data-start=&quot;1118&quot; /&gt;Instead of: &lt;em data-end=&quot;1190&quot; data-start=&quot;1133&quot;&gt;&quot;I can&#39;t believe you forgot again! This is ridiculous!&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br data-end=&quot;1193&quot; data-start=&quot;1190&quot; /&gt;Try: &lt;em data-end=&quot;1284&quot; data-start=&quot;1198&quot;&gt;&quot;I’m really frustrated about this. Can we talk about how to avoid it in the future?&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;1386&quot; data-start=&quot;1288&quot;&gt;A short pause can be the difference between &lt;strong data-end=&quot;1384&quot; data-start=&quot;1332&quot;&gt;a heated argument and a productive conversation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr data-end=&quot;1391&quot; data-start=&quot;1388&quot; /&gt;&lt;h3 data-end=&quot;1452&quot; data-start=&quot;1393&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;1450&quot; data-start=&quot;1397&quot;&gt;2. Use &quot;I&quot; Statements Instead of &quot;You&quot; Statements&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;1610&quot; data-start=&quot;1454&quot;&gt;Saying &lt;em data-end=&quot;1481&quot; data-start=&quot;1461&quot;&gt;&quot;You never listen&quot;&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em data-end=&quot;1514&quot; data-start=&quot;1485&quot;&gt;&quot;You always mess things up&quot;&lt;/em&gt; puts the other person on the defensive. Instead, focus on &lt;strong data-end=&quot;1589&quot; data-start=&quot;1573&quot;&gt;how you feel&lt;/strong&gt; and what you need.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul data-end=&quot;1741&quot; data-start=&quot;1612&quot;&gt;&lt;li data-end=&quot;1649&quot; data-start=&quot;1612&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;1647&quot; data-start=&quot;1614&quot;&gt;Shift from blame to feelings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li data-end=&quot;1686&quot; data-start=&quot;1650&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;1684&quot; data-start=&quot;1652&quot;&gt;Be specific about the issue.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li data-end=&quot;1741&quot; data-start=&quot;1687&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;1739&quot; data-start=&quot;1689&quot;&gt;Avoid exaggerations like &quot;always&quot; and &quot;never.&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;1888&quot; data-start=&quot;1743&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;1755&quot; data-start=&quot;1743&quot;&gt;Example:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br data-end=&quot;1758&quot; data-start=&quot;1755&quot; /&gt;Instead of: &lt;em data-end=&quot;1800&quot; data-start=&quot;1770&quot;&gt;&quot;You never respect my time!&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br data-end=&quot;1803&quot; data-start=&quot;1800&quot; /&gt;Try: &lt;em data-end=&quot;1886&quot; data-start=&quot;1808&quot;&gt;&quot;I feel frustrated when meetings start late because it affects my schedule.&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;2006&quot; data-start=&quot;1890&quot;&gt;By focusing on &lt;strong data-end=&quot;1913&quot; data-start=&quot;1905&quot;&gt;your&lt;/strong&gt; emotions rather than &lt;strong data-end=&quot;1944&quot; data-start=&quot;1935&quot;&gt;their&lt;/strong&gt; actions, you encourage understanding instead of resistance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr data-end=&quot;2011&quot; data-start=&quot;2008&quot; /&gt;&lt;h3 data-end=&quot;2067&quot; data-start=&quot;2013&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;2065&quot; data-start=&quot;2017&quot;&gt;3. Lower Your Volume, Even When You’re Upset&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;2249&quot; data-start=&quot;2069&quot;&gt;It’s tempting to raise your voice when you’re frustrated, but &lt;strong data-end=&quot;2162&quot; data-start=&quot;2131&quot;&gt;volume doesn’t equal impact&lt;/strong&gt;. In fact, speaking &lt;strong data-end=&quot;2203&quot; data-start=&quot;2182&quot;&gt;calmly but firmly&lt;/strong&gt; often makes people listen more attentively.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul data-end=&quot;2474&quot; data-start=&quot;2251&quot;&gt;&lt;li data-end=&quot;2324&quot; data-start=&quot;2251&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;2279&quot; data-start=&quot;2253&quot;&gt;Keep your tone steady.&lt;/strong&gt; Speak with &lt;strong data-end=&quot;2321&quot; data-start=&quot;2291&quot;&gt;confidence, not aggression&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li data-end=&quot;2372&quot; data-start=&quot;2325&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;2344&quot; data-start=&quot;2327&quot;&gt;Avoid sarcasm&lt;/strong&gt; or condescending remarks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li data-end=&quot;2474&quot; data-start=&quot;2373&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;2411&quot; data-start=&quot;2375&quot;&gt;Match your words with your tone.&lt;/strong&gt; Saying &lt;em data-end=&quot;2431&quot; data-start=&quot;2419&quot;&gt;&quot;I&#39;m fine&quot;&lt;/em&gt; with clenched teeth sends mixed signals.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;2630&quot; data-start=&quot;2476&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;2488&quot; data-start=&quot;2476&quot;&gt;Example:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br data-end=&quot;2491&quot; data-start=&quot;2488&quot; /&gt;Instead of: &lt;em data-end=&quot;2543&quot; data-start=&quot;2503&quot;&gt;&quot;Why don’t you ever do things right?!&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br data-end=&quot;2546&quot; data-start=&quot;2543&quot; /&gt;Try: &lt;em data-end=&quot;2628&quot; data-start=&quot;2551&quot;&gt;&quot;This situation isn’t working for me. Let’s find a way to fix it together.&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;2722&quot; data-start=&quot;2632&quot;&gt;A steady voice helps keep &lt;strong data-end=&quot;2689&quot; data-start=&quot;2658&quot;&gt;the conversation productive&lt;/strong&gt; instead of escalating tension.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr data-end=&quot;2727&quot; data-start=&quot;2724&quot; /&gt;&lt;h3 data-end=&quot;2781&quot; data-start=&quot;2729&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;2779&quot; data-start=&quot;2733&quot;&gt;4. Focus on Solutions, Not Just Complaints&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;2943&quot; data-start=&quot;2783&quot;&gt;Expressing frustration is valid, but stopping at complaints &lt;strong data-end=&quot;2872&quot; data-start=&quot;2843&quot;&gt;doesn’t solve the problem&lt;/strong&gt;. Shift your focus toward solutions by asking constructive questions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul data-end=&quot;3066&quot; data-start=&quot;2945&quot;&gt;&lt;li data-end=&quot;2980&quot; data-start=&quot;2945&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;2978&quot; data-start=&quot;2947&quot;&gt;State what’s bothering you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li data-end=&quot;3014&quot; data-start=&quot;2981&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;3012&quot; data-start=&quot;2983&quot;&gt;Offer possible solutions.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li data-end=&quot;3066&quot; data-start=&quot;3015&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;3064&quot; data-start=&quot;3017&quot;&gt;Invite the other person to help find a fix.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;3219&quot; data-start=&quot;3068&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;3080&quot; data-start=&quot;3068&quot;&gt;Example:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br data-end=&quot;3083&quot; data-start=&quot;3080&quot; /&gt;Instead of: &lt;em data-end=&quot;3130&quot; data-start=&quot;3095&quot;&gt;&quot;This process is so inefficient!&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br data-end=&quot;3133&quot; data-start=&quot;3130&quot; /&gt;Try: &lt;em data-end=&quot;3217&quot; data-start=&quot;3138&quot;&gt;&quot;I think this process is slowing us down. Could we try a different approach?&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;3309&quot; data-start=&quot;3221&quot;&gt;Turning frustration into problem-solving &lt;strong data-end=&quot;3306&quot; data-start=&quot;3262&quot;&gt;builds cooperation instead of resentment&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr data-end=&quot;3314&quot; data-start=&quot;3311&quot; /&gt;&lt;h3 data-end=&quot;3360&quot; data-start=&quot;3316&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;3358&quot; data-start=&quot;3320&quot;&gt;5. Choose the Right Time and Place&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;3541&quot; data-start=&quot;3362&quot;&gt;Venting in the wrong setting—like in front of a group or during a high-stress moment—can make things worse. Instead, choose a moment when the other person is &lt;strong data-end=&quot;3539&quot; data-start=&quot;3520&quot;&gt;more receptive.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul data-end=&quot;3757&quot; data-start=&quot;3543&quot;&gt;&lt;li data-end=&quot;3621&quot; data-start=&quot;3543&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;3572&quot; data-start=&quot;3545&quot;&gt;Avoid public criticism.&lt;/strong&gt; Private discussions feel less confrontational.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li data-end=&quot;3704&quot; data-start=&quot;3622&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;3676&quot; data-start=&quot;3624&quot;&gt;Don’t bring up issues in the middle of a crisis.&lt;/strong&gt; Wait for a calmer moment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li data-end=&quot;3757&quot; data-start=&quot;3705&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;3755&quot; data-start=&quot;3707&quot;&gt;If you’re too upset, delay the conversation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;3931&quot; data-start=&quot;3759&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;3771&quot; data-start=&quot;3759&quot;&gt;Example:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br data-end=&quot;3774&quot; data-start=&quot;3771&quot; /&gt;Instead of: &lt;em data-end=&quot;3843&quot; data-start=&quot;3786&quot;&gt;&quot;This report is a disaster!&quot; (said loudly in a meeting)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br data-end=&quot;3846&quot; data-start=&quot;3843&quot; /&gt;Try: &lt;em data-end=&quot;3929&quot; data-start=&quot;3851&quot;&gt;&quot;Can we go over the report later? I have some concerns I’d like to discuss.&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;4027&quot; data-start=&quot;3933&quot;&gt;Timing can be the difference between &lt;strong data-end=&quot;4025&quot; data-start=&quot;3970&quot;&gt;a productive conversation and a defensive reaction.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr data-end=&quot;4032&quot; data-start=&quot;4029&quot; /&gt;&lt;h3 data-end=&quot;4089&quot; data-start=&quot;4034&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;4087&quot; data-start=&quot;4038&quot;&gt;6. Acknowledge the Other Person’s Perspective&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;4256&quot; data-start=&quot;4091&quot;&gt;Even when you’re frustrated, showing &lt;strong data-end=&quot;4139&quot; data-start=&quot;4128&quot;&gt;empathy&lt;/strong&gt; can help prevent unnecessary conflict. Sometimes, people don’t mean to upset you—they just see things differently.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul data-end=&quot;4425&quot; data-start=&quot;4258&quot;&gt;&lt;li data-end=&quot;4314&quot; data-start=&quot;4258&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;4312&quot; data-start=&quot;4260&quot;&gt;Listen to their side before assuming bad intent.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li data-end=&quot;4393&quot; data-start=&quot;4315&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;4391&quot; data-start=&quot;4317&quot;&gt;Use phrases that show openness, like &quot;I see where you&#39;re coming from.&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li data-end=&quot;4425&quot; data-start=&quot;4394&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;4423&quot; data-start=&quot;4396&quot;&gt;Look for common ground.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;4595&quot; data-start=&quot;4427&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;4439&quot; data-start=&quot;4427&quot;&gt;Example:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br data-end=&quot;4442&quot; data-start=&quot;4439&quot; /&gt;Instead of: &lt;em data-end=&quot;4497&quot; data-start=&quot;4454&quot;&gt;&quot;You obviously don’t care about my time!&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br data-end=&quot;4500&quot; data-start=&quot;4497&quot; /&gt;Try: &lt;em data-end=&quot;4593&quot; data-start=&quot;4505&quot;&gt;&quot;I see that you have a lot on your plate. I just need to make sure deadlines are met.&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;4688&quot; data-start=&quot;4597&quot;&gt;When you acknowledge their perspective, they’re more likely to &lt;strong data-end=&quot;4686&quot; data-start=&quot;4660&quot;&gt;acknowledge yours too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr data-end=&quot;4693&quot; data-start=&quot;4690&quot; /&gt;&lt;h3 data-end=&quot;4737&quot; data-start=&quot;4695&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;4735&quot; data-start=&quot;4699&quot;&gt;7. End with a Positive Next Step&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;4862&quot; data-start=&quot;4739&quot;&gt;Even if frustration is valid, &lt;strong data-end=&quot;4822&quot; data-start=&quot;4769&quot;&gt;ending on a negative note keeps the tension alive&lt;/strong&gt;. Instead, focus on moving forward by:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul data-end=&quot;4988&quot; data-start=&quot;4864&quot;&gt;&lt;li data-end=&quot;4905&quot; data-start=&quot;4864&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;4903&quot; data-start=&quot;4866&quot;&gt;Summarizing what was agreed upon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li data-end=&quot;4944&quot; data-start=&quot;4906&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;4942&quot; data-start=&quot;4908&quot;&gt;Offering a positive statement.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li data-end=&quot;4988&quot; data-start=&quot;4945&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;4986&quot; data-start=&quot;4947&quot;&gt;Thanking the person for their time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;5162&quot; data-start=&quot;4990&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;5002&quot; data-start=&quot;4990&quot;&gt;Example:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br data-end=&quot;5005&quot; data-start=&quot;5002&quot; /&gt;Instead of: &lt;em data-end=&quot;5054&quot; data-start=&quot;5017&quot;&gt;&quot;Just don’t let this happen again.&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br data-end=&quot;5057&quot; data-start=&quot;5054&quot; /&gt;Try: &lt;em data-end=&quot;5160&quot; data-start=&quot;5062&quot;&gt;&quot;Thanks for taking the time to talk about this. I appreciate your effort to work on a solution.&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;5246&quot; data-start=&quot;5164&quot;&gt;A positive close makes future interactions &lt;strong data-end=&quot;5244&quot; data-start=&quot;5207&quot;&gt;less tense and more constructive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr data-end=&quot;5251&quot; data-start=&quot;5248&quot; /&gt;&lt;h3 data-end=&quot;5316&quot; data-start=&quot;5253&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;5314&quot; data-start=&quot;5257&quot;&gt;Final Thoughts: Expressing Frustration Without Regret&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;5429&quot; data-start=&quot;5318&quot;&gt;Frustration is natural—but &lt;strong data-end=&quot;5427&quot; data-start=&quot;5345&quot;&gt;how you express it determines whether it strengthens or damages relationships.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul data-end=&quot;5809&quot; data-start=&quot;5431&quot;&gt;&lt;li data-end=&quot;5491&quot; data-start=&quot;5431&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;5459&quot; data-start=&quot;5433&quot;&gt;Pause before speaking.&lt;/strong&gt; Don’t let emotions take over.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li data-end=&quot;5555&quot; data-start=&quot;5492&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;5516&quot; data-start=&quot;5494&quot;&gt;Use “I” statements&lt;/strong&gt; to express feelings without blaming.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li data-end=&quot;5627&quot; data-start=&quot;5556&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;5584&quot; data-start=&quot;5558&quot;&gt;Keep your voice steady&lt;/strong&gt; to maintain control of the conversation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li data-end=&quot;5674&quot; data-start=&quot;5628&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;5672&quot; data-start=&quot;5630&quot;&gt;Focus on solutions, not just problems.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li data-end=&quot;5715&quot; data-start=&quot;5675&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;5713&quot; data-start=&quot;5677&quot;&gt;Choose the right time and place.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li data-end=&quot;5767&quot; data-start=&quot;5716&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;5765&quot; data-start=&quot;5718&quot;&gt;Acknowledge the other person’s perspective.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li data-end=&quot;5809&quot; data-start=&quot;5768&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;5807&quot; data-start=&quot;5770&quot;&gt;End with a positive step forward.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;5931&quot; data-start=&quot;5811&quot;&gt;The goal isn’t to &lt;strong data-end=&quot;5853&quot; data-start=&quot;5829&quot;&gt;suppress frustration&lt;/strong&gt;—it’s to &lt;strong data-end=&quot;5929&quot; data-start=&quot;5862&quot;&gt;express it in a way that leads to understanding and resolution.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;6042&quot; data-is-last-node=&quot;&quot; data-is-only-node=&quot;&quot; data-start=&quot;5933&quot;&gt;Because when frustration is handled well, it doesn’t have to push people apart. &lt;strong data-end=&quot;6042&quot; data-is-last-node=&quot;&quot; data-start=&quot;6013&quot;&gt;It can bring them closer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/feeds/4504222156300753145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/2025/02/how-to-express-frustration-without.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183361181561809465/posts/default/4504222156300753145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183361181561809465/posts/default/4504222156300753145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/2025/02/how-to-express-frustration-without.html' title='How to Express Frustration Without Sounding Aggressive'/><author><name>Hemendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718583913514367312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4wC5JYO_WqOGBVZ8K9Bv9qPhiFW9lZ2O5BrMt2N9qqoq-wbALfs7LkaENUr4zH_5O5F6OAA7e7jIiz0dfJiE2wB17dwkPYKmLtj0-nDSrEsigjxf2jgBLbMqz1yE-De8ZXJ1b0J_nawh8aWXTgl3c4lG_XuBDII3ZRb32zkL_Iyz1GnstmZo3Os6dG5cV/s72-c/angry%20speech%20quotes.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183361181561809465.post-628745503405409490</id><published>2024-11-05T03:43:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2024-11-05T03:44:29.072+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inspiration"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life Lessons"/><title type='text'>Why People Love Giving Advice and How to Do It Without Making Others Feel Inferior</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi80Rwq99z7vzZnxUrGChmWhIIs4b79-SdM1DbR0RbXjDacwjZnMApFxFcjoin0rrP8KdiMu1PJOGk73O5T2O0dHEcd0EO0CHKhNu_mk1Q32UZoC1ftWG-yEVYVw4dDedz3nJR6HAiJ_e2wfY-HXRQmFyV0fKtIn0h4HDYm7QfpxiW_XWK_CuNnX8LR7vZx/s1280/advice%20quotes.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;A person try to paint. His hands with are in frame along with cardboard on easel. There is quote written on the image by Bob Goff which says Most people need love and acceptance a lot more than they need advice.&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1280&quot; data-original-width=&quot;853&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi80Rwq99z7vzZnxUrGChmWhIIs4b79-SdM1DbR0RbXjDacwjZnMApFxFcjoin0rrP8KdiMu1PJOGk73O5T2O0dHEcd0EO0CHKhNu_mk1Q32UZoC1ftWG-yEVYVw4dDedz3nJR6HAiJ_e2wfY-HXRQmFyV0fKtIn0h4HDYm7QfpxiW_XWK_CuNnX8LR7vZx/s16000/advice%20quotes.jpg&quot; title=&quot;Most people need love and acceptance a lot more than they need advice.&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Most people need love and acceptance a lot more than they need advice. – Bob Goff/Image Credit: &lt;a href=&quot;https://pixabay.com/photos/artist-painter-painting-artwork-7250697/&quot;&gt;tiemaoanh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever noticed how some people love giving advice like they&#39;re Oprah on a mission to make your life better? Maybe it’s you. Yes, you, with all your helpful pointers and well-intended suggestions. Advice givers seem genuinely nice, don’t they? Like they just want to help you break through your barriers or level up in life. But here’s a twist: what if they’re not just trying to be nice?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dr. Art Markman sums up a fascinating series of studies in &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/ulterior-motives/201805/giving-advice-creates-sense-power&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Psychology Today&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Led by researcher Michael Schaerer, these studies expose an unexpected reason people love to offer advice: it makes them feel powerful. No, not the kind of world domination power, but a subtler, ego-boosting sway over life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;How Giving Advice Makes You Feel Like a Boss&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;Schaerer&#39;s studies worked like this: in one experiment, participants either thought about a time they gave advice or just a normal conversation. Then they measured how powerful each group felt. Surprise! People who recalled dishing out advice felt way more powerful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, two other studies dug deeper: Are people who crave power more likely to throw out advice? Yup, you guessed it. The more someone wanted an ego bump, the more they transformed into a human advice dispenser.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The final study hit hard: Participants were told that their advice was either read or ignored. Giving advice did make people feel powerful, but only if they thought the advice was accepted. When ignored? Their confidence took a nosedive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dr. Markman interpreted this elegantly: Giving advice, even with the best intentions, isn’t just about helping others. It’s about the feel-good cocktail of having influence and authority.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;So How Does This Play Out in Real Life?&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let’s flip this around. Suppose you’re the advice giver. Sure, Schaerer&#39;s findings suggest that sharing your wisdom might genuinely boost your self-confidence. Imagine mentoring someone and feeling the satisfaction that comes with guiding their path. Your advice could uplift, inspire, and build connections. Great, right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But here’s the uncomfortable truth: If you’re constantly advising someone, you’re nudging them to feel inferior. They might need your insights, sure, but they might also start feeling less competent, and that’s not a great vibe for any relationship.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;How to Give Advice Without Making People Feel Inferior&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Balance Advice with Positive Feedback&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really can’t resist sharing your pearls of wisdom, make sure you uplift the person at the same time. Talk about their potential or highlight strengths that can make your advice actionable. This way, you still get to feel influential, but your listener leaves the conversation feeling empowered, not diminished. And who knows? They might even brag about your stellar advice, opening more doors for you to share.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ask for Permission&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mind if I share a thought?” That’s all it takes. Sure, there’s a chance they might say no, which might bruise your ego a tad. But giving them a choice makes them feel respected, which increases the odds they’ll actually take your advice seriously. People love having agency, so why not give them that?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Check Your Ego at the Door&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craving power can be intoxicating, but you can’t be the guru of everything. Be brave enough to let others shine or lead. Listen more, trust more, and learn from those around you. People are more likely to respect your opinions if you come across as humble and open-minded rather than controlling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;And If You’re the One Bombarded with Advice?&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;Instead of rolling your eyes when someone tries to “help” you, remember that they might feel powerless in some aspect of their life. Knowing that could take the edge off your irritation. Sometimes, the best gift you can give an advice-giver is a little acknowledgment: point out their successes, let them lead a bit, or just make them feel seen. The more empowered they feel, the less they’ll try to act like your personal life coach.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, whether you’re doling out wisdom or dodging it, keep this power dynamic in mind. Balance, humility, and a splash of kindness go a long way in making everyone feel respected and confident—no overbearing advice necessary.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;script src=&quot;moz-extension://d10344bb-cc2e-4513-a8ae-01f3020cac36/js/app.js&quot; type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/feeds/628745503405409490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/2024/11/why-people-love-giving-advice-and-how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183361181561809465/posts/default/628745503405409490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183361181561809465/posts/default/628745503405409490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/2024/11/why-people-love-giving-advice-and-how.html' title='Why People Love Giving Advice and How to Do It Without Making Others Feel Inferior'/><author><name>Hemendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718583913514367312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi80Rwq99z7vzZnxUrGChmWhIIs4b79-SdM1DbR0RbXjDacwjZnMApFxFcjoin0rrP8KdiMu1PJOGk73O5T2O0dHEcd0EO0CHKhNu_mk1Q32UZoC1ftWG-yEVYVw4dDedz3nJR6HAiJ_e2wfY-HXRQmFyV0fKtIn0h4HDYm7QfpxiW_XWK_CuNnX8LR7vZx/s72-c/advice%20quotes.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183361181561809465.post-4449457536364894544</id><published>2024-10-24T03:38:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2024-10-24T05:49:53.695+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hinduism"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Interesting"/><title type='text'>Sacred Hindu Time Measurement System: From Nimesha to Yuga and Beyond</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH15YyX-mZTD2ry6Tb3aJ_sDm95EqmFXaHbEv1IjtrhjpykISdvUPoOdSLqyjTHD9jZRM6IY98xA7XxfF4Zr_og9fzRBeJdZmOYeJYJhYfxDE-lzXheBnHPoTBlN7DXAy7tQMC2dOCCZyC0Lfu9Fd9qwqyIfY5aYi3WEVWepu4HMM83GV4zcrPbQm5iou6/s1125/pexels-photo-8573370.webp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Hour Glass&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;750&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1125&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH15YyX-mZTD2ry6Tb3aJ_sDm95EqmFXaHbEv1IjtrhjpykISdvUPoOdSLqyjTHD9jZRM6IY98xA7XxfF4Zr_og9fzRBeJdZmOYeJYJhYfxDE-lzXheBnHPoTBlN7DXAy7tQMC2dOCCZyC0Lfu9Fd9qwqyIfY5aYi3WEVWepu4HMM83GV4zcrPbQm5iou6/s16000/pexels-photo-8573370.webp&quot; title=&quot;Sacred Hindu Time Measurement System: From Nimesha to Yuga and Beyond&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Sacred Hindu Time Measurement System: From Nimesha to Yuga and Beyond/Image Credit: &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.pexels.com/photo/hourglass-8573370/&quot;&gt;Towfiqu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the vast expanse of Hindu scriptures, time is not just a mechanical tick of seconds or minutes; it is a living, breathing entity, woven into the fabric of the cosmos, reflecting the rhythm of life, the universe, and the divine. Ancient sages, gazing at the stars and the cycles of nature, saw time as a series of concentric circles — from the blink of an eye to the age of Brahma himself. Each measure carries a story, a purpose, and a connection to the eternal dance of creation and destruction.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Nimesha (निमेष)&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;The journey begins with the &lt;strong&gt;nimesha&lt;/strong&gt;, the smallest unit of time, as fleeting as the blink of an eye. It’s said that a single nimesha is all it takes for the universe to shift, for destinies to change. In measurable terms, it’s about 16/75th of a second, but in the cosmic sense, it’s the heartbeat of creation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Kshana (क्षण)&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;Move forward slightly, and we arrive at the &lt;strong&gt;kshana&lt;/strong&gt;, a moment that feels almost imperceptible. Just 1.6 seconds in human time, yet entire worlds can unfold in a single kshana. For those attuned to the subtle layers of existence, it’s a moment of awakening, of realization.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Vighati (विघटि)&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;With &lt;strong&gt;vighati&lt;/strong&gt;, we step into something more tangible. 2.66 seconds, still short, but enough to feel the pulse of time. In the silent spaces between these vighatis, sages meditated, warriors fought, and kings made decisions that altered the course of history.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Ghati (घटि)&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;As the sun arcs across the sky, the &lt;strong&gt;ghati&lt;/strong&gt; guides us through the day. Each ghati spans 24 minutes, marking the rhythm of daily life, of rituals and prayers. Sixty ghatis form the full cycle of day and night, reminding us that every hour, every action, is part of a greater cosmic order.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Muhurta (मुहूर्त)&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah, the &lt;strong&gt;muhurta&lt;/strong&gt; — 48 minutes that hold the potential for great deeds. There are 30 muhurtas in a day and night, each one imbued with its own energy. The most revered is the &lt;strong&gt;Brahma Muhurta&lt;/strong&gt;, just before dawn, when the world is still and the air is thick with possibility. It is the time for meditation, for connecting with the divine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Kaal (काल)&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time, in its essence, is &lt;strong&gt;Kaal&lt;/strong&gt; — a word that resonates with both urgency and eternity. In daily life, kaal represents distinct moments: a &lt;strong&gt;prahar&lt;/strong&gt;, about three hours, or even a specific part of the day. But Kaal also stretches into the yugas, spanning cosmic eras that shape the fate of the universe itself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Yama (यम)&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;Divided into eight parts, the &lt;strong&gt;yama&lt;/strong&gt; measures the day in intervals of three hours. From the cool quiet of the early morning to the depth of the night, each yama carries its own rhythm, guiding the flow of human and divine actions alike.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Tithi (तिथि)&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;The moon, ever waxing and waning, gives us the &lt;strong&gt;tithi&lt;/strong&gt;, a lunar day marked by the angular distance between the sun and the moon. Each tithi brings with it auspicious or inauspicious energies, aligning with the cycles of life, festivals, and rituals.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Paksha (पक्ष)&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;paksha&lt;/strong&gt; is the half-cycle of the moon, 15 days of waxing or waning. The &lt;strong&gt;Shukla Paksha&lt;/strong&gt;, the bright fortnight, is a time of growth and abundance, while the &lt;strong&gt;Krishna Paksha&lt;/strong&gt;, the dark fortnight, is a time of introspection and letting go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Masa (मास)&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;Months, or &lt;strong&gt;masa&lt;/strong&gt;, follow the lunar cycle, with rituals and festivals carefully placed according to these rhythms. Each masa is a link in the greater chain of the seasons, guiding agricultural activities, religious observances, and personal milestones.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Ayana (अयन)&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;The sun’s journey across the sky gives us the &lt;strong&gt;ayana&lt;/strong&gt;, a half-year cycle. &lt;strong&gt;Uttarayana&lt;/strong&gt;, when the sun moves north, is seen as a time of light and growth, while &lt;strong&gt;Dakshinayana&lt;/strong&gt;, the southward journey, brings reflection and rest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Samvatsara (संवत्सर)&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;A year, or &lt;strong&gt;samvatsara&lt;/strong&gt;, binds all these cycles together, a full rotation of the earth around the sun. It’s the passage of time as we know it, but in the scriptures, a year also marks a deeper, spiritual progression — a step closer to liberation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Yuga (युग)&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beyond human lifetimes, we enter the realm of &lt;strong&gt;yugas&lt;/strong&gt; — vast epochs of time. The &lt;strong&gt;Krita Yuga&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;Satya Yuga&lt;/strong&gt;, a golden age of truth, spans 1,728,000 years. The &lt;strong&gt;Treta Yuga&lt;/strong&gt;, known for its decline in virtue, lasts 1,296,000 years. The &lt;strong&gt;Dvapara Yuga&lt;/strong&gt;, the age of doubt, is 864,000 years long. And finally, the &lt;strong&gt;Kali Yuga&lt;/strong&gt;, the dark age we find ourselves in today, stretches for 432,000 years, a time when righteousness is at its lowest, and the world waits for renewal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Kalpa (कल्प)&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;A day in the life of Brahma is a &lt;strong&gt;Kalpa&lt;/strong&gt; — 4.32 billion years in human terms. This unimaginable span includes 1,000 cycles of the four yugas, a full revolution of creation, preservation, and destruction.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Manvantara (मन्वन्तर)&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;Within a Kalpa, we find &lt;strong&gt;manvantaras&lt;/strong&gt;, the reign of a Manu, the progenitor of humanity. Each manvantara lasts for 71 mahayugas, marking a distinct phase of cosmic evolution.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Parardha (परार्ध)&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the pinnacle of cosmic time is the &lt;strong&gt;Parardha&lt;/strong&gt;, half of Brahma’s life. It spans 155.52 trillion human years, and when it ends, Brahma will enter his final days, leading to the dissolution of the universe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;script src=&quot;moz-extension://d10344bb-cc2e-4513-a8ae-01f3020cac36/js/app.js&quot; type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/feeds/4449457536364894544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/2024/10/sacred-hindu-time-measurement-system.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183361181561809465/posts/default/4449457536364894544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183361181561809465/posts/default/4449457536364894544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/2024/10/sacred-hindu-time-measurement-system.html' title='Sacred Hindu Time Measurement System: From Nimesha to Yuga and Beyond'/><author><name>Hemendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718583913514367312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH15YyX-mZTD2ry6Tb3aJ_sDm95EqmFXaHbEv1IjtrhjpykISdvUPoOdSLqyjTHD9jZRM6IY98xA7XxfF4Zr_og9fzRBeJdZmOYeJYJhYfxDE-lzXheBnHPoTBlN7DXAy7tQMC2dOCCZyC0Lfu9Fd9qwqyIfY5aYi3WEVWepu4HMM83GV4zcrPbQm5iou6/s72-c/pexels-photo-8573370.webp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183361181561809465.post-7014501688620308847</id><published>2024-10-15T23:57:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2024-10-15T23:59:22.132+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inspiration"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Self Improvement"/><title type='text'>6 Realities of Living with Anxiety That Most People Will Never Understand</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_J4NFvbV6JtWUPzeM9omHRMOi16LnVVSUHwSrNTgRaTkTS8SjpNLTh7339ynm7k6P-yNFyAMkyugoBWG0q8yjEJRbUNdb5lrEIqA0d2cDknM9pd4T4d1U8JXt0ZYFiSpknLPSo9h1U9kywFhFdULDAzlZX2zS3vG1LiYmcpELnncQ5CB8wH2olz-792fC/s1200/rope_wall_woman_anxiety_girl_gray_bricks.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;A woman face covered by ropes depicting her anxious feelings&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;801&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_J4NFvbV6JtWUPzeM9omHRMOi16LnVVSUHwSrNTgRaTkTS8SjpNLTh7339ynm7k6P-yNFyAMkyugoBWG0q8yjEJRbUNdb5lrEIqA0d2cDknM9pd4T4d1U8JXt0ZYFiSpknLPSo9h1U9kywFhFdULDAzlZX2zS3vG1LiYmcpELnncQ5CB8wH2olz-792fC/s16000/rope_wall_woman_anxiety_girl_gray_bricks.jpg&quot; title=&quot;Anxiety&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Anxiety/Image Credit: &lt;a href=&quot;https://pxhere.com/en/photo/496033&quot;&gt;PxHere&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anxiety is one of those silent battles—something few truly see, and even fewer fully understand. It’s complex, sometimes irrational, and often arrives uninvited. You might hear advice like “just relax” or “try to think positive,” but those words barely skim the surface of what it feels like to carry anxiety every day. It’s a weight that can cloud even the brightest moments, a constant whisper of uncertainty. For those on the outside, it might seem simple, even avoidable. But for those who know, anxiety is as real as it is misunderstood. Here are six things most people might never grasp about what it’s really like to live with anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Anxiety Isn’t Something You Can Just “Turn Off” &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People love to say, “Just think positive,” as if a simple shift in thinking can instantly calm a storm inside. But anxiety isn’t a passing mood or a stray thought; it’s a force that clings and tightens its grip. You may know it makes no sense. You may even laugh at how irrational it feels. But it doesn’t change the fact that anxiety isn’t a switch you can flip off—it’s more like an uninvited guest that refuses to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Anxiety Doesn’t Mean You Don’t Want to Be There &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to stay in bed or decline invitations isn’t a sign that you don’t enjoy life or care about people. Sometimes, you’re excited to go out, to spend time with friends. But that spark of excitement is met with a wave of apprehension, a fear of what might happen, how others might see you. It’s not that you lack interest—it’s that you’re wrestling with a tide of nervous energy that’s always lurking beneath the surface. The hardest part? People often take it personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Anxiety Often Hides Behind a Composed Face &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people think anxiety is visible, that they’d see you nervous or jittery. They don’t realize you’ve probably learned to mask it well. There may be a smile on your face, a calmness in your voice, but under that calm exterior, anxiety pulses, unrelenting and often silent. It’s easy for others to assume everything’s fine when, in reality, you’re fighting to keep your footing beneath a turbulent surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Sometimes, There’s No Reason at All &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People love to play detective, trying to help you pinpoint what’s causing your anxiety. But sometimes, there is no cause, at least not one that makes sense. Anxiety doesn’t need a reason; it can just show up, unwelcome and unannounced. Others may feel like you’re holding back or hiding something, but the truth is, anxiety is often random, a mystery even to those who feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Anxiety Takes a Toll on Your Body, Not Just Your Mind &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anxiety’s effects are often underestimated, seen as “all in your head.” But the tension, the fatigue, the stomach aches—they’re all part of the package. Anxiety tightens muscles, knots up the stomach, and can leave you feeling drained. It’s not just mental; it’s a full-body experience that wears you out in ways many people might never realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. The Weight of Anxiety is Heaviest on You &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People may see anxiety as a minor inconvenience or even an annoyance, but no one feels its weight like you do. They don’t live with the constant hum of worry, the restless mind, the physical symptoms that come out of nowhere. If someone can’t understand that your anxiety is hardest on you, then maybe they aren’t meant to stay. You deserve people who see you wholly, who respect your strength in managing what’s often invisible to others.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;script src=&quot;moz-extension://d10344bb-cc2e-4513-a8ae-01f3020cac36/js/app.js&quot; type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/feeds/7014501688620308847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/2024/10/6-realities-of-living-with-anxiety.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183361181561809465/posts/default/7014501688620308847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183361181561809465/posts/default/7014501688620308847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/2024/10/6-realities-of-living-with-anxiety.html' title='6 Realities of Living with Anxiety That Most People Will Never Understand'/><author><name>Hemendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718583913514367312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_J4NFvbV6JtWUPzeM9omHRMOi16LnVVSUHwSrNTgRaTkTS8SjpNLTh7339ynm7k6P-yNFyAMkyugoBWG0q8yjEJRbUNdb5lrEIqA0d2cDknM9pd4T4d1U8JXt0ZYFiSpknLPSo9h1U9kywFhFdULDAzlZX2zS3vG1LiYmcpELnncQ5CB8wH2olz-792fC/s72-c/rope_wall_woman_anxiety_girl_gray_bricks.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183361181561809465.post-4787533861591239955</id><published>2024-10-15T02:44:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2024-10-19T03:30:03.062+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Interesting"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life Lessons"/><title type='text'>Crown Shyness: Nature’s Subtle Reminder of Personal Space</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8kOWvvPEwZnxytWAcqVWJJgtqvyVqckedP7SheGZTSt6WcstBfSjWBNJaXYsDZ-ClF1FifxxKOdyfmSQTVhesOel_D2zluTza1FkI-cofLEGb6rMwlCZ2u9nReSgnm4NBbvzFlvU5wzlkR9Sp9ihApm4AEkRA7QvqWwBRAYUsdXot95OzaM0X7w9bi9t8/s750/crown%20shyness.jpeg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;A canopy of green tree branches showing crown shyness, where branches stop just short of touching, creating natural gaps that allow sunlight to shine through.&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;750&quot; data-original-width=&quot;563&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8kOWvvPEwZnxytWAcqVWJJgtqvyVqckedP7SheGZTSt6WcstBfSjWBNJaXYsDZ-ClF1FifxxKOdyfmSQTVhesOel_D2zluTza1FkI-cofLEGb6rMwlCZ2u9nReSgnm4NBbvzFlvU5wzlkR9Sp9ihApm4AEkRA7QvqWwBRAYUsdXot95OzaM0X7w9bi9t8/s16000/crown%20shyness.jpeg&quot; title=&quot;In this mesmerizing display of crown shyness, trees delicately avoid touching each other, creating intricate patterns of light and shadow in the canopy. Each branch respects its neighboring space, a silent dance of coexistence that invites light to filter through the gaps, nourishing the forest below.&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Crown Shyness: Nature’s Subtle Reminder of Personal Space/Image Credit: &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.pexels.com/photo/low-angle-shot-of-trees-4704543/&quot;&gt;Firos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the vast sanctuary of Rishikesh, where the air is filled with chants and the river sings its ancient melody, I found myself beneath a forest canopy displaying one of nature’s quietest phenomena: crown shyness. Here, in a place that holds the weight of centuries of spirituality and tranquility, I looked up and noticed something extraordinary—trees standing side by side, stretching toward the heavens, yet stopping just short of touching each other. Like respectful companions, each tree reached out, but there was a reverent restraint in the way they seemed to whisper to one another, &lt;i&gt;“I end here, and you begin.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In this, there’s a wisdom, almost human in nature, that speaks to the soul. As we navigate our lives, filled with human connections and encounters, we too search for that delicate balance—between togetherness and the need for space, between intimacy and independence. Crown shyness in that Rishikesh canopy reminded me of this dance we all perform, sometimes gracefully, sometimes not, but always striving to find our boundaries without overshadowing others.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Standing beneath that canopy, I saw sunlight filtering through each delicate gap, spilling onto the forest floor like a benediction. In that instant, I realized that boundaries are not barriers; they are invitations. Each open space between the leaves allowed light to pour in, nourishing everything below. Much like these trees, when we respect our limits, we invite something beautiful into our lives—a flow of energy, of growth, of understanding that honors both ourselves and others.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And just as these trees avoid brushing against each other, we, too, protect our spirits by setting boundaries. We make room to breathe, to grow, to be true to ourselves. Crown shyness isn’t about isolation; it’s about coexistence. It’s about the strength to say &lt;i&gt;no&lt;/i&gt; when we need to, to step back, to recognize that self-respect and mutual respect often go hand in hand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I left that forest in Rishikesh, my thoughts remained with the canopy above, with its quiet lessons of dignity and grace. Crown shyness was no longer just a marvel of nature—it was a reminder, an insight. May we, too, learn to sway without colliding, to share light and space with those around us. May we, like these trees, leave space for others, and in doing so, let our lives and theirs shine all the brighter.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/feeds/4787533861591239955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/2024/10/crown-shyness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183361181561809465/posts/default/4787533861591239955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183361181561809465/posts/default/4787533861591239955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/2024/10/crown-shyness.html' title='Crown Shyness: Nature’s Subtle Reminder of Personal Space'/><author><name>Hemendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718583913514367312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8kOWvvPEwZnxytWAcqVWJJgtqvyVqckedP7SheGZTSt6WcstBfSjWBNJaXYsDZ-ClF1FifxxKOdyfmSQTVhesOel_D2zluTza1FkI-cofLEGb6rMwlCZ2u9nReSgnm4NBbvzFlvU5wzlkR9Sp9ihApm4AEkRA7QvqWwBRAYUsdXot95OzaM0X7w9bi9t8/s72-c/crown%20shyness.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183361181561809465.post-1967304020152374656</id><published>2024-10-14T00:42:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2024-10-14T00:42:06.687+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Opinion"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tech"/><title type='text'>How Technology Transforms Morality</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6vZXMU-LxHLmSUIxXv7vo-fl2xf8nZCgkWQqD3yO2poTBVOrYrpuRwEZpoSvJw18EJpM1sVEcuvAUais7ekGu4bnbnT-XlhDY2mh-wmNN22wa71ejig04uEFJQfqtEFFDyNeg-ycU-IDxnK0cNjNMjJlejm2cZAXzivih79W2emJsSwGmcQbCRi9JvRg-/s1024/c544862b-b510-4f83-930d-be02fe7138d2.webp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Minimalist illustration of two hands, one light and one dark, reaching toward each other, symbolizing the duality and balance of morality.&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1024&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1024&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6vZXMU-LxHLmSUIxXv7vo-fl2xf8nZCgkWQqD3yO2poTBVOrYrpuRwEZpoSvJw18EJpM1sVEcuvAUais7ekGu4bnbnT-XlhDY2mh-wmNN22wa71ejig04uEFJQfqtEFFDyNeg-ycU-IDxnK0cNjNMjJlejm2cZAXzivih79W2emJsSwGmcQbCRi9JvRg-/s16000/c544862b-b510-4f83-930d-be02fe7138d2.webp&quot; title=&quot;Abstract Morality: Balancing Light and Dark Choices&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Morality&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a time when child labor was not only accepted but also considered essential for a family’s survival. In the 19th century, during the early stages of the Industrial Revolution, it was common to see children working in factories, mines, and farms. Their small size and limberness were deemed perfect for tasks that adults found challenging. While we see child labor today as highly unethical, back then, it was largely driven by economic necessity and limited technological resources. As technology and social standards advanced, societies gradually developed machinery that rendered child labor obsolete, reshaping moral norms and raising awareness about children’s rights.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;How Primitive Technology Shaped Early Societies&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the earliest examples of technology reshaping morality is the invention of the &lt;strong&gt;plow&lt;/strong&gt;. This simple agricultural tool allowed societies to cultivate larger areas of land, making food production far more efficient. Before the plow, small, kin-based groups survived through hunting, gathering, and limited agriculture. Their moral systems were communal, with resources shared within tightly-knit groups, and land ownership was rare because communities were nomadic or semi-nomadic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With the introduction of the plow, communities could produce a surplus of food, encouraging settled agriculture. This surplus led to an entirely new social structure: societies now had to manage land ownership, inheritance rights, and a stable division of labor. Moral values shifted from communal resource-sharing to concepts like &lt;em&gt;ownership&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;inheritance.&lt;/em&gt; Societies created rules around land rights, labor obligations, and family hierarchies that were unthinkable in more transient, nomadic cultures. What started as a tool for survival transformed the fabric of early societies, establishing a moral code around property, governance, and social order.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;The Printing Press: Shifting Authority and Moral Perspectives&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another transformative tool was the &lt;strong&gt;printing press&lt;/strong&gt;, invented by Johannes Gutenberg in the 15th century. Before this invention, books were scarce and accessible only to the wealthy, religious institutions, or educated elites. This scarcity kept literacy low, and religious and moral teachings were primarily controlled by the church and ruling classes. Morality was heavily influenced by these institutions, which maintained strict authority over what people learned and believed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With the printing press, books became cheaper and more widely available, promoting literacy and enabling people to explore diverse ideas directly. Revolutionary texts, like Martin Luther’s 95 Theses, spread rapidly, challenging established religious doctrines and sparking the Protestant Reformation. This democratization of knowledge loosened the church&#39;s hold on moral authority, empowering individuals to question previously accepted beliefs. The printing press also paved the way for the Enlightenment, scientific publications, and debates on human rights, which gradually redefined moral values around freedom of expression, individualism, and the right to question authority.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Technological Transformations Through the Ages&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;With each new wave of technological advancement, the moral landscape continued to evolve. The Industrial Revolution brought machinery that could perform labor-intensive tasks far more efficiently than humans. Suddenly, the need for child and even adult manual labor diminished. As societies prospered, they began to advocate for better working conditions, education for all, and labor rights. By the 20th century, practices like child labor were largely condemned in developed countries, and a new moral standard was established.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next wave, the Digital Age, transformed everything again. The rise of computers and the internet sparked debates on privacy, intellectual property, and the ethics of data collection. Technology, now more than ever, influenced our daily lives and our views on right and wrong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Why Does Technology Shift Morality?&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;Technological advances push humanity to redefine its values because they change what is possible and necessary. As new tools make survival easier, societies can afford to focus on more abstract values: individual rights, human dignity, and fairness. Technology also broadens our perspective. For instance, the internet connects people from across the globe, allowing us to empathize with others&#39; struggles and influencing our collective sense of justice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The implications are profound. Each leap in technology shifts not only what we can do but what we should do. It invites questions like: Who benefits? Who loses? And what are we willing to accept as a society?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;The Modern Age: Artificial Intelligence and New Moral Dilemmas&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, Artificial Intelligence (AI) is reshaping our moral landscape at unprecedented speed. Unlike previous technologies that replaced physical labor, AI threatens to replace cognitive labor. From autonomous vehicles to healthcare diagnostics, AI can outperform humans in tasks once thought to require a human touch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This raises critical moral questions. If machines can make decisions about health, finance, and even justice, where do we draw the line? There are concerns about bias in AI algorithms, privacy breaches, and job displacement. As AI grows more advanced, the ethical debate intensifies. Should we allow AI to make life-and-death decisions in healthcare? What rights should AI-driven robots have in the workplace?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The moral implications go deeper: AI could enable surveillance at an unprecedented scale, infringe on privacy rights, and amplify societal inequalities. Just as child labor was once seen as acceptable in the face of limited options, AI-driven monitoring may seem justifiable for security. Yet, as we become more aware of the potential for misuse, society will likely establish new moral boundaries.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;script src=&quot;moz-extension://d10344bb-cc2e-4513-a8ae-01f3020cac36/js/app.js&quot; type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/feeds/1967304020152374656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/2024/10/how-technology-transforms-morality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183361181561809465/posts/default/1967304020152374656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183361181561809465/posts/default/1967304020152374656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/2024/10/how-technology-transforms-morality.html' title='How Technology Transforms Morality'/><author><name>Hemendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718583913514367312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6vZXMU-LxHLmSUIxXv7vo-fl2xf8nZCgkWQqD3yO2poTBVOrYrpuRwEZpoSvJw18EJpM1sVEcuvAUais7ekGu4bnbnT-XlhDY2mh-wmNN22wa71ejig04uEFJQfqtEFFDyNeg-ycU-IDxnK0cNjNMjJlejm2cZAXzivih79W2emJsSwGmcQbCRi9JvRg-/s72-c/c544862b-b510-4f83-930d-be02fe7138d2.webp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183361181561809465.post-3852952949064024083</id><published>2024-10-06T02:39:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2024-10-06T02:39:48.124+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Culture"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hinduism"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Names"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ramayana"/><title type='text'> 4 Different Names of Shatrughana and Stories Associated With Them</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQX9pu8xgzKdpBUs0i480GvF040a1vUYV3Lwa1mE-RkaPbSt4FyxHaBDL7J6TYf4X3RCniHt9dh0Ee5arSx5Cg6Fpj-eRBjpKq19JKCSisKKS2_uYFyxbJr6zOmaGGdChs8g5CTrnBzgDsBZu1xJLHWwAO_koYP8YOudHRheuGePlqyqMzfxSR9B9gCKuW/s500/Dasharatha_four_sons.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;342&quot; data-original-width=&quot;500&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQX9pu8xgzKdpBUs0i480GvF040a1vUYV3Lwa1mE-RkaPbSt4FyxHaBDL7J6TYf4X3RCniHt9dh0Ee5arSx5Cg6Fpj-eRBjpKq19JKCSisKKS2_uYFyxbJr6zOmaGGdChs8g5CTrnBzgDsBZu1xJLHWwAO_koYP8YOudHRheuGePlqyqMzfxSR9B9gCKuW/s16000/Dasharatha_four_sons.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Dasharatha&#39;s Four Son/Image Source: &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.metmuseum.org/&quot;&gt;MET Museum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shatrughna is often the unsung hero of the Ramayana. While his brothers — Rama, &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.lifestalker.com/2016/09/names-of-lakshman.html&quot;&gt;Lakshmana&lt;/a&gt;, and Bharata — dominate the narrative, Shatrughna plays a crucial role, albeit in the background. He is regarded as the incarnation of Vishnu’s Sudarshana Chakra, the divine discus. The Sudarshana Chakra, known for swiftly eliminating threats, represents the destruction of evil and the protection of dharma, reflecting Shatrughna’s quiet yet powerful presence in the epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Shatrughna is less prominent in the story, his pivotal act of slaying the demon Lavanasura demonstrates his role as a protector of righteousness. His actions ensured the safety of the kingdom and maintained the legacy of the Ikshvaku dynasty, much like the Sudarshana Chakra&#39;s role in preserving cosmic order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are three significant names associated with Shatrughna that reflect his character and contributions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Ripudaman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name Ripudaman means &quot;the destroyer of enemies.&quot; This title aptly describes Shatrughna’s ability to eliminate evil forces, even when his deeds often go unnoticed. His most famous act of bravery is the slaying of Lavanasura, a powerful demon who had terrorized the kingdom of Madhupura (Mathura). Shatrughna’s victory over Lavanasura was swift and decisive, much like the Sudarshana Chakra he represents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This name showcases Shatrughna&#39;s strength and ability to vanquish powerful enemies to protect dharma, even when his accomplishments are overshadowed by the more visible feats of his brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Shatrughati&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shatrughati translates to &quot;the vanquisher of foes,&quot; a name that captures Shatrughna’s nature as a warrior who destroys evil. Though not a character who seeks glory, Shatrughna’s actions speak louder than words. This name reflects his quiet determination to serve the greater good, acting swiftly and justly in the face of danger. He silently protected the realms of Ayodhya in absence of Rama, Bharata and Lakshmana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Sumitranandan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another important name is Sumitranandan, which means &quot;son of Sumitra and Dasharatha.&quot; Shatrughna, along with his twin brother Lakshmana, was born to Queen Sumitra, the second wife of King Dasharatha. This name emphasizes Shatrughna’s royal lineage, and his relationship with his mother is often seen as one that instilled values of loyalty and service. Queen Sumitra played a significant role in encouraging both of her sons to support and protect their elder brothers—Rama and Bharata—with unwavering dedication. The name Sumitra Nandan is a reminder of his familial duty and the noble values passed down to him from his parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Lakshmana Anuja&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name Lakshmana Anuja means &quot;younger brother of Lakshmana.&quot; This name highlights the bond Shatrughna shares with his brothers, particularly Lakshmana, just as &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.lifestalker.com/2024/10/4-different-names-of-bharata.html&quot;&gt;Bharata&lt;/a&gt; is often called Ramanuja, meaning the younger brother of Rama. Shatrughna’s unwavering loyalty to his brothers, especially in supporting Bharata’s rule during Rama’s exile, underscores his role as a selfless protector of family and dharma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he may not have taken center stage, Shatrughna’s steadfast loyalty and support to his brothers were crucial in maintaining the balance of power and the integrity of the Ikshvaku dynasty. His bond with Lakshmana, Bharata, and Rama forms the foundation of his quiet yet significant contributions to their collective mission of upholding righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In each of these names, Shatrughna’s character is revealed—whether through his courage in battle, his unwavering loyalty, or his humble commitment to protecting dharma. Just as the Sudarshana Chakra plays a vital role in the hands of Vishnu, Shatrughna’s actions, though less visible, are essential to maintaining the peace and order in the world of the Ramayana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/feeds/3852952949064024083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/2024/10/4-different-names-of-shatrughana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183361181561809465/posts/default/3852952949064024083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183361181561809465/posts/default/3852952949064024083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/2024/10/4-different-names-of-shatrughana.html' title=' 4 Different Names of Shatrughana and Stories Associated With Them'/><author><name>Hemendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718583913514367312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQX9pu8xgzKdpBUs0i480GvF040a1vUYV3Lwa1mE-RkaPbSt4FyxHaBDL7J6TYf4X3RCniHt9dh0Ee5arSx5Cg6Fpj-eRBjpKq19JKCSisKKS2_uYFyxbJr6zOmaGGdChs8g5CTrnBzgDsBZu1xJLHWwAO_koYP8YOudHRheuGePlqyqMzfxSR9B9gCKuW/s72-c/Dasharatha_four_sons.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183361181561809465.post-2399905697260280806</id><published>2024-10-06T01:51:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2024-10-06T02:37:13.001+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Culture"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hinduism"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Names"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ramayana"/><title type='text'>4 Different Names of Bharata and Stories Associated With Them</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjal2xq-C0LYGJGC8pPVmln50w5pgQKZ-mB-hjLTIPcbMypLDucsmJW8m5hTc1vQlXL4DDhfbC5za46fDbTPd3Mcqe80wpeY9jMTW1l9Imszke1ltW4nldGlf66hkG2oTWZevy_zZ0JDGDfymt_AlLmLYmW3CJrkPRRh61JI77yIG6-au2k7kwLKCc3P4kS/s1024/bharat%20milap%20illustration.webp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1024&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1024&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjal2xq-C0LYGJGC8pPVmln50w5pgQKZ-mB-hjLTIPcbMypLDucsmJW8m5hTc1vQlXL4DDhfbC5za46fDbTPd3Mcqe80wpeY9jMTW1l9Imszke1ltW4nldGlf66hkG2oTWZevy_zZ0JDGDfymt_AlLmLYmW3CJrkPRRh61JI77yIG6-au2k7kwLKCc3P4kS/s16000/bharat%20milap%20illustration.webp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;4 Different Names of Bharata and Stories Associated With Them&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was the son of a queen, yet he lived the life of an outcast. He was righteous, generous, and loyal, but fate placed him on the wrong side. He was Bharat, the devoted brother of Rama, the king who refused the throne. Unarguably, his moral compass was unshakable, but Bharata’s journey is often overshadowed by the grandeur of his elder brother’s tales. And yet, there is one story that speaks volumes about his selfless nature—a story not as widely told but one that truly reflects his deep sense of duty and honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to a lesser-known legend, during Rama’s exile, Bharata ruled Ayodhya in Rama’s name, but he lived not in the comfort of the palace. Instead, Bharata chose to live in Nandigrama, a humble village outside the city, where he spent his days like an ascetic, wearing simple clothes and eating minimal food. His rule was not about enjoying royal privileges but about atoning for the pain caused to Rama by his mother’s actions. Bharata even refused to sit on the throne, placing Rama’s sandals on the royal seat as a symbol of the rightful king. Every day, Bharata would rise and perform the duties of a king, yet in his heart, he lived like a hermit, waiting for the day his brother would return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story, often overlooked, reveals the profound humility of Bharata—a man who had every right to claim the throne but chose instead to serve in his brother’s shadow, out of love and devotion. It is this story that frames Bharata’s names, each reflecting the different shades of his loyalty, righteousness, and sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kaikeyiputra&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born to Queen Kaikeyi, Bharata was known as Kaikeyiputra, the son of Kaikeyi. This name would forever link him to the queen whose ambition altered the destiny of the kingdom. When Kaikeyi demanded Rama&#39;s exile to secure the throne for her son, Bharata&#39;s world shattered. Instead of accepting the crown, Bharata became the one who vehemently opposed his mother’s actions, rejecting the throne she had schemed for. His story is not of ambition but of love and respect for his brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ramanuja&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Known as Ramanuja, meaning &quot;younger brother of Rama,&quot; Bharata&#39;s life was defined by his bond with his elder brother. When Rama was exiled, Bharata sought him out, pleading for his return. Rama refused, bound by his sense of dharma, but Bharata did not falter in his loyalty. In an extraordinary gesture of reverence, Bharata placed Rama’s sandals on the throne of Ayodhya and ruled as a caretaker, symbolizing his unbreakable devotion to Rama and acknowledging him as the rightful king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dharma-Atma&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bharata earned the title Dharma-Atma, the &quot;righteous soul,&quot; because his life was guided by a profound sense of dharma (duty). He could have easily taken the throne, but his conscience would not allow him to betray Rama. Bharata’s inner conflict became a testament to his moral integrity. He chose the path of righteousness, living like an ascetic, wearing tree bark and dwelling outside the palace, all while ruling Ayodhya in Rama’s name, waiting for the day his brother would return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Satrapati&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the temporary ruler of Ayodhya, Bharata was called Satrapati. Yet, he never truly claimed the throne for himself. Instead, Bharata ruled as a steward, governing in Rama’s absence. The sandals of his brother rested on the royal seat, a constant reminder that his authority was not his own but his brother&#39;s. Bharata’s rule was not about power but about service, showing the world that true leadership stems from humility and devotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In each name, Bharata’s character is illuminated: the devoted son, the loyal brother, the righteous ruler, and the humble servant of dharma.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Also read: &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.lifestalker.com/2015/09/shanta-sister-of-rama.html&quot;&gt;Shanta - Sister of Rama&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;script src=&quot;moz-extension://d10344bb-cc2e-4513-a8ae-01f3020cac36/js/app.js&quot; type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/feeds/2399905697260280806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/2024/10/4-different-names-of-bharata.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183361181561809465/posts/default/2399905697260280806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183361181561809465/posts/default/2399905697260280806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/2024/10/4-different-names-of-bharata.html' title='4 Different Names of Bharata and Stories Associated With Them'/><author><name>Hemendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718583913514367312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjal2xq-C0LYGJGC8pPVmln50w5pgQKZ-mB-hjLTIPcbMypLDucsmJW8m5hTc1vQlXL4DDhfbC5za46fDbTPd3Mcqe80wpeY9jMTW1l9Imszke1ltW4nldGlf66hkG2oTWZevy_zZ0JDGDfymt_AlLmLYmW3CJrkPRRh61JI77yIG6-au2k7kwLKCc3P4kS/s72-c/bharat%20milap%20illustration.webp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183361181561809465.post-2693762208591494571</id><published>2024-09-23T18:21:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2024-09-23T18:21:31.857+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life Lessons"/><title type='text'>Life is about chaos. Order is not that beautiful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizThwqNPv08-rOYxtLzwIaataYUr3xNZoJq0kB6plD5zCLpV75JJZFx_i7h14gdFAyf5HL0acfcfaIbDYe5ya5S099PgIWFDL4t3S8kV3Fherg7mmTbuDlZXgTDJ0e_juPVAYsZ1fj8SpNU-zJ7MpdcnMneLrp4MZ8eC2_FxPJARDdIkucuJVy9j71hKYV/s1156/life%20is%20about%20chaos.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;A notebook with a natural branch on one page and a carefully arranged pattern of cut leaves on the other, accompanied by the handwritten words, &amp;quot;Life is about chaos. Order is not that beautiful.&amp;quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;868&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1156&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizThwqNPv08-rOYxtLzwIaataYUr3xNZoJq0kB6plD5zCLpV75JJZFx_i7h14gdFAyf5HL0acfcfaIbDYe5ya5S099PgIWFDL4t3S8kV3Fherg7mmTbuDlZXgTDJ0e_juPVAYsZ1fj8SpNU-zJ7MpdcnMneLrp4MZ8eC2_FxPJARDdIkucuJVy9j71hKYV/s16000/life%20is%20about%20chaos.jpg&quot; title=&quot;Life’s beauty in chaos: A visual representation of nature&#39;s unpredictable order.&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life’s beauty in chaos: A visual representation of nature&#39;s unpredictable order.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it feels, if you could just organize things better, life would make more sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been there. It’s almost like we’re hardwired to crave control, to create structure in a world that doesn’t always cooperate. We make plans, set routines, line things up — and somehow believe that’ll make life easier to navigate. But here’s a thought: what if, in all our efforts to find meaning in the mess, we’re missing the beauty that’s already there? What if chaos isn’t the enemy we think it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hit me the other day while I was messing around with some leaves and branches. I was trying to arrange them neatly, looking for some kind of pattern. But no matter how I shifted things around, I couldn’t escape the feeling that the natural, untamed arrangement was just... better. It had life in it. It wasn’t trying too hard to make sense — it just existed, and that was enough. It got me thinking, maybe that’s exactly what life is. Maybe the chaos we try so hard to control isn’t something to fight against. Maybe it’s where the beauty lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often think chaos means something’s wrong, or at the very least, that it needs fixing. But why? Order, for all its comfort and predictability, isn’t always the answer. I mean, sure, it’s nice to have everything in its place, but does it really make us feel more alive? Think about it. A perfectly organized room looks nice, but does it make you want to sit down and live in it? Probably not. It’s the little messes — the books out of place, the slightly crooked picture frame — that give a space character, that tell a story. Chaos adds life to the spaces and moments we inhabit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s the thing about life, too. We spend so much time trying to make sense of it, trying to find some hidden pattern or deeper meaning. But maybe the meaning is right in front of us. Maybe the chaos — the unexpected twists, the moments that feel out of our control — is what makes it all worth living. We don’t always need a neat, orderly path to follow. In fact, I’m starting to think that the most meaningful moments come when life refuses to play by the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here’s the thought I’m hanging onto: when life feels chaotic, maybe it’s not a problem that needs solving. Maybe it’s a reminder that you’re living in the middle of something beautiful, even if you can’t see it right away. Chaos isn’t something to fear; it’s a sign that life is happening, in all its unpredictable, wild ways. After all, order is comforting, but chaos? Chaos is where the magic happens.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;script src=&quot;moz-extension://d10344bb-cc2e-4513-a8ae-01f3020cac36/js/app.js&quot; type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/feeds/2693762208591494571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/2024/09/life-is-about-chaos-order-is-not-that-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183361181561809465/posts/default/2693762208591494571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183361181561809465/posts/default/2693762208591494571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/2024/09/life-is-about-chaos-order-is-not-that-beautiful.html' title='Life is about chaos. Order is not that beautiful.'/><author><name>Hemendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718583913514367312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizThwqNPv08-rOYxtLzwIaataYUr3xNZoJq0kB6plD5zCLpV75JJZFx_i7h14gdFAyf5HL0acfcfaIbDYe5ya5S099PgIWFDL4t3S8kV3Fherg7mmTbuDlZXgTDJ0e_juPVAYsZ1fj8SpNU-zJ7MpdcnMneLrp4MZ8eC2_FxPJARDdIkucuJVy9j71hKYV/s72-c/life%20is%20about%20chaos.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183361181561809465.post-9110461636339786790</id><published>2024-05-08T12:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2024-05-08T12:42:29.019+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Delhi"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Story"/><title type='text'>Clumsy Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQk4f-7HCSFCQ_1G0o2-gwZ5eaj5MGh6GSKJRTPh5ZvoL5pzDYewbZEykMJepUV_c6gZY1R_wBZ4fTHV5Tp1HetoGFhip93rndhoZBoJhQa7bekE7Zeg84e3eO1BNAZgsgZGN1HooN1sKd-3l9MJEvaOjKmszLN6QykWx6QDRm3WAgzJirLuVm8UyAOJ7h/s1156/Somewhere%20in%20Delhi%20Metro.jpeg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;868&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1156&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQk4f-7HCSFCQ_1G0o2-gwZ5eaj5MGh6GSKJRTPh5ZvoL5pzDYewbZEykMJepUV_c6gZY1R_wBZ4fTHV5Tp1HetoGFhip93rndhoZBoJhQa7bekE7Zeg84e3eO1BNAZgsgZGN1HooN1sKd-3l9MJEvaOjKmszLN6QykWx6QDRm3WAgzJirLuVm8UyAOJ7h/s16000/Somewhere%20in%20Delhi%20Metro.jpeg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a fateful day last summer, as I dragged my soulless body homeward along the violet line, a sweet incident happened. Amidst the bustling crowd at the Lajpat Nagar Metro Station, a girl, in her exalting rush, unintentionally dislodged my wired earphones. Though her apology was accompanied by a sweet grin and a gentle adjustment of her left ear, my private Ray LaMontagne concert had come to an abrupt halt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the girl settled into a seat among those reserved for female passengers, her apologetic gaze still fixed on me. I feigned distraction. Busied me with the phone. But I couldn&#39;t escape the knowing &quot;Moment Hain!&quot; glance of a fellow passenger seated beside her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it was a YouTube notification that helped me recollect my thoughts. I first thought it was another YouTube Premium renewal reminder, but it said, &quot;Watch The Ranveer Show with EAM Dr. S. Jaishankar.&quot; I wondered, why he needed this. However, I swiped the notification away and silently pleaded with Ray to resume his melodic reverie before my sanity faded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days passed without a trace of the girl, yet a barrage of similar notifications flooded my screen, each with a new Minister or YouTuber/Interviewer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. S. Jaishankar&#39;s memes became part of a YouTube Short staple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as it always happens, with weeks turned into months, Earth nearing completion of its annual cosmic dance, Saitama killing thousands of S-class monsters with one punch, India&#39;s heartbreak in the 2023 Cricket World Cup Finals, and the soaring heights of Indian Markets, YouTube ceased showing TRS clips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when I searched for updates on Indian Elections, our boy YouTube again showed a TRS clip with a new political leader. Meanwhile, in a twist of fate, I crossed paths with the girl again. She dislodged my earphones again. She offered a sheepish apology again. But this time adding a new phrase, &quot;Clumsy Me!&quot; And unlike that day, we laughed.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/feeds/9110461636339786790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/2024/05/clumsy-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183361181561809465/posts/default/9110461636339786790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183361181561809465/posts/default/9110461636339786790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/2024/05/clumsy-me.html' title='Clumsy Me!'/><author><name>Hemendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718583913514367312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQk4f-7HCSFCQ_1G0o2-gwZ5eaj5MGh6GSKJRTPh5ZvoL5pzDYewbZEykMJepUV_c6gZY1R_wBZ4fTHV5Tp1HetoGFhip93rndhoZBoJhQa7bekE7Zeg84e3eO1BNAZgsgZGN1HooN1sKd-3l9MJEvaOjKmszLN6QykWx6QDRm3WAgzJirLuVm8UyAOJ7h/s72-c/Somewhere%20in%20Delhi%20Metro.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183361181561809465.post-1126229982937621310</id><published>2023-11-23T07:48:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2023-11-23T20:21:33.619+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Entrepreneur"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Story"/><title type='text'>The Priest&#39;s Tale: Unveiling the Essence of Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl4bgWmatQF4F7FvIPanX7OGHgpdsPlg0eW5d61mC9FrV6Wmq-YPizv8lzWX0mxpXOAsgM9iXcW418cNrcEc8MUV0rjGWnGqW4qWSyjS-Emosr6s3Kfo4qpaZvCsMZqTJqKQg6_1nyLeInJgxYAD97arA4Cwo2m50LjHqmgANNzqK9RVfOQfIHnn60AaE4/s1080/true%20wisdom.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1080&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1069&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl4bgWmatQF4F7FvIPanX7OGHgpdsPlg0eW5d61mC9FrV6Wmq-YPizv8lzWX0mxpXOAsgM9iXcW418cNrcEc8MUV0rjGWnGqW4qWSyjS-Emosr6s3Kfo4qpaZvCsMZqTJqKQg6_1nyLeInJgxYAD97arA4Cwo2m50LjHqmgANNzqK9RVfOQfIHnn60AaE4/s16000/true%20wisdom.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;True wisdom does not lie in money, but in the wisdom to mend hearts//lifestalker.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In a small town, a priest had a lot of trouble at home. His family argued all the time about what they wanted and what they hoped for, making the atmosphere tense. Feeling desperate for a solution, the priest asked the god of his temple for help. In response, the deity gave him a pot of gold, thinking it would solve his family&#39;s problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest was thrilled and sold the gold. He paid off his debts, bought fancy things, and invested for the future. But the happiness didn&#39;t last. The family arguments came back, even stronger. His wife wanted more, his kids aimed higher, and his elderly parents felt left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated, the priest went back to the deity, asking for a real solution. Surprisingly, the deity gave him another pot of gold. But the priest, realizing that money couldn&#39;t fix things, asked for something that would truly help. That&#39;s when the deity revealed something surprising: &quot;I never gave you a pot of gold. I gave you something much more valuable—the nectar of wisdom. Did you not drank it? Or were you too focused on the gold itself?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This revelation unveiled the deeper meaning of the story. The gold symbolized money and things that look good on the outside but don&#39;t really fix problems inside a family. The real gift, the wisdom, meant understanding, thinking clearly, and knowing what&#39;s really important. The deity&#39;s question about being distracted by the gold container meant getting too caught up in appearances, like money or things, and forgetting about what truly matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story urges reflection on our pursuits in life. Are we, like the priest, chasing after things that seem good but don&#39;t genuinely help? It reminds us of the importance of deep thinking, understanding others, and solving problems from within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when think a little deeper, translating this wisdom into our professional lives, in building startups or even your career, is invaluable. It suggests that in a world where quick fixes and money seem to hold the answers, true solutions lie with value creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst the development of business strategies and products, take time to understand your customers deeply. Empathize with their challenges and aspirations, striving to offer solutions that genuinely resonate with their needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Value creation isn&#39;t merely about surface-level offerings; it&#39;s rooted in empathy, understanding, and connecting deeply with your audience. It&#39;s about providing products or services that address their core desires, enriching their lives meaningfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While achieving financial milestones is vital, the primary goal should always be creating authentic value that enhances the lives of your customers. This story reminds us that genuine value stems not from wealth alone, but from understanding and meaningful connections—qualities that truly enrich our organizations and the lives of those we serve.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;script src=&quot;moz-extension://d10344bb-cc2e-4513-a8ae-01f3020cac36/js/app.js&quot; type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src=&quot;moz-extension://d10344bb-cc2e-4513-a8ae-01f3020cac36/js/app.js&quot; type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/feeds/1126229982937621310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/2023/11/essence-of-wisdom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183361181561809465/posts/default/1126229982937621310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183361181561809465/posts/default/1126229982937621310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/2023/11/essence-of-wisdom.html' title='The Priest&#39;s Tale: Unveiling the Essence of Wisdom'/><author><name>Hemendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718583913514367312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl4bgWmatQF4F7FvIPanX7OGHgpdsPlg0eW5d61mC9FrV6Wmq-YPizv8lzWX0mxpXOAsgM9iXcW418cNrcEc8MUV0rjGWnGqW4qWSyjS-Emosr6s3Kfo4qpaZvCsMZqTJqKQg6_1nyLeInJgxYAD97arA4Cwo2m50LjHqmgANNzqK9RVfOQfIHnn60AaE4/s72-c/true%20wisdom.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183361181561809465.post-2942998465119452702</id><published>2023-09-02T02:18:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2023-09-02T02:18:29.339+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gender Roles"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life Lessons"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Religion"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shiva"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Story"/><title type='text'>Shiva: He who became Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;veryhardreadability&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;97jku-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR8kfDq7lTju2AzFU3lZj8FKln5_pkIZOhbwJUCuUhRw6yOEA5BHAMN6lO1e0eGYSBYqcv0XE7F_91pIYDuMWdoCagSpD2FbGfq03tfaJbt28rzZM7XNT4DDMMmhpW7w5jzPhriFncDaZqvqcTBsZV6Wh9yd8eBDLqLPWJJOUCrOOx3Cw7fpN07vGWuXiN/s640/Thayumanavar.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Thayumanavar Temple Shiva and Parvati Temple Trichy&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;480&quot; data-original-width=&quot;640&quot; height=&quot;480&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR8kfDq7lTju2AzFU3lZj8FKln5_pkIZOhbwJUCuUhRw6yOEA5BHAMN6lO1e0eGYSBYqcv0XE7F_91pIYDuMWdoCagSpD2FbGfq03tfaJbt28rzZM7XNT4DDMMmhpW7w5jzPhriFncDaZqvqcTBsZV6Wh9yd8eBDLqLPWJJOUCrOOx3Cw7fpN07vGWuXiN/w640-h480/Thayumanavar.jpg&quot; title=&quot;Thayumanavar Temple Shiva and Parvati Temple Trichy&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Thaaymaanavar Temple (Image Credit: &lt;a href=&quot;https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Thayumanavar_%282%29.jpg&quot;&gt;Sriram&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, when I left for the office, I had no idea that I would soon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;passivevoice&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;97jku-1-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;be swept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;veryhardreadability&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;97jku-2-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt; up in a heartwarming tale, one that would challenge my preconceived notions and leave an indelible mark on my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;97jku-3-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div data-contents=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;1d1ia-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;1d1ia-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;veryhardreadability&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;1d1ia-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;Settling into my seat on the 7:30 EMU, my attention &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;passivevoice&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;1d1ia-1-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;was drawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;veryhardreadability&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;1d1ia-2-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt; to a Kinner, a member of the transgender community, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;adverb&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;1d1ia-3-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;gracefully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;veryhardreadability&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;1d1ia-4-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt; making her way through the train car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;1d1ia-5-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;. She was tying rakhis on passengers&#39; wrists. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;adverb&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;1d1ia-6-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;Initially&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;hardreadability&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;1d1ia-7-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;, skepticism crept into my thoughts, and I couldn&#39;t help but wonder if this was another money-grabbing scheme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;1d1ia-8-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;. But when she approached me, my concerns found a voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;796ql-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;796ql-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;796ql-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;br data-text=&quot;true&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;2uebf-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;2uebf-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;hardreadability&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;2uebf-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;I protested, attempting to voice my doubts, but by the time my words escaped my lips, she had already placed a sacred tikka on my forehead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;2uebf-1-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;. She looked into my eyes with unwavering sincerity and assured me, &quot;Don&#39;t worry, I won&#39;t ask for money.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;hardreadability&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;2uebf-2-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;In that moment, her words disarmed my skepticism, and a genuine smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;adverb&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;2uebf-3-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;effortlessly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;hardreadability&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;2uebf-4-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt; crossed my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;2uebf-5-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;. Our conversation began.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;av782-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;av782-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;av782-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;br data-text=&quot;true&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;2ra1p-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;2ra1p-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;hardreadability&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;2ra1p-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;We delved into various topics, from movies and web-series to the inspiring story of Gauri Sawant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;2ra1p-1-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;hardreadability&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;2ra1p-2-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;In the midst of our exchange, Ragahav whatsapped me a picture from a temple in Tiruchirappalli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;2ra1p-3-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;. It was here that my newfound sister, Lakshmi, recognized the temple of Thaaymaanavar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;4mnfn-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;4mnfn-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;4mnfn-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;br data-text=&quot;true&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;5p8bq-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;5p8bq-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;hardreadability&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;5p8bq-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;Lakshmi shared the significance, saying, &quot;Thaaymaanavar means &#39;He who became Mother,&#39; an epithet used for Lord Shiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;5p8bq-1-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;173hl-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;173hl-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;173hl-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;br data-text=&quot;true&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;k0p4-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;k0p4-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;k0p4-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;As the EMU was running as usual on Indian Railway Time, she narrated me the story of Thaaymaanavar. She began by clearing her throat and adjusting her floral pattern sari. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;d1s21-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;d1s21-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;d1s21-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;br data-text=&quot;true&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;evuhi-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;evuhi-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;evuhi-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;6btqs-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;6btqs-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;hardreadability&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;6btqs-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;In a time long ago, in a town nestled along the banks of the majestic river Kaveri, lived a devoted mother and her daughter, Rathnavathi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;6btqs-1-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;. Both were ardent worshippers of Lord Shiva, their faith unwavering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;veryhardreadability&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;6btqs-2-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;Rathnavathi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;adverb&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;6btqs-3-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;eventually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;veryhardreadability&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;6btqs-4-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt; married and moved across the river to her husband&#39;s home, but the bond between mother and daughter remained unbreakable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;6btqs-5-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;. They &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;adverb&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;6btqs-6-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;frequently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;6btqs-7-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt; visited each other, crossing the river by boat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;chv7r-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;chv7r-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;chv7r-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;br data-text=&quot;true&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;fc60l-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;fc60l-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;hardreadability&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;fc60l-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;One momentous day, Rathnavathi shared the joyous news that she was expecting her first child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;fc60l-1-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;. Excitement filled the family as they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;adverb&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;fc60l-2-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;eagerly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;fc60l-3-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt; awaited the arrival of the newborn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;c7d5k-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;c7d5k-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;c7d5k-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;br data-text=&quot;true&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;a90sv-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;a90sv-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;a90sv-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&quot;Amma,&quot; Rathnavathi exclaimed with gratitude, &quot;I&#39;m so glad you will be here to assist with my delivery!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;24qtd-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;24qtd-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;24qtd-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;br data-text=&quot;true&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;2d7eh-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;2d7eh-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;2d7eh-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;As time passed, Rathnavathi&#39;s pregnancy progressed, and the weather turned tumultuous. Then, the inevitable occurred. Labor pains gripped Rathnavathi, and she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;adverb&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;2d7eh-1-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;urgently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;2d7eh-2-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt; requested someone to fetch her mother. She hoped Amma would arrive in time to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;f1fsj-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;f1fsj-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;f1fsj-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;br data-text=&quot;true&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;eo3am-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;eo3am-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;eo3am-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;Outside, the heavens opened up, drenching the town in heavy rain. Rathnavathi&#39;s cries of pain echoed through the storm. Her contractions intensified, but her mother had not yet arrived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;1pqad-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;1pqad-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;1pqad-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;br data-text=&quot;true&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;bnc9v-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;bnc9v-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;bnc9v-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;In despair, Rathnavathi cried out, &quot;I need my mother now!&quot; She whispered a frantic prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;52dbu-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;52dbu-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;52dbu-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;br data-text=&quot;true&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;7vmuh-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;7vmuh-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;7vmuh-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;Then, a soothing voice whispered in her ear, &quot;Your mother is here.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;2gqso-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;2gqso-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;2gqso-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;br data-text=&quot;true&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;k99q-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;k99q-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;k99q-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;Relief washed over her like a gentle rain shower. Rathnavathi believed her mother had braved the storm to reach her side. Her mother&#39;s calming presence eased her anguish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;44dh-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;44dh-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;44dh-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;br data-text=&quot;true&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;bf520-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;bf520-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;bf520-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&quot;I&#39;ve come, my dear. Everything will be alright now,&quot; her mother reassured her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;e9pp9-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;e9pp9-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;e9pp9-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;br data-text=&quot;true&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;9j4tb-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;9j4tb-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;hardreadability&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;9j4tb-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;In the midst of the tempest, Rathnavathi gave birth to a healthy child, the room filled with the cries of the newborn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;9j4tb-1-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;. Both mother and baby were safe and sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;f8ub8-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;f8ub8-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;f8ub8-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;br data-text=&quot;true&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;d9rf6-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;d9rf6-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;hardreadability&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;d9rf6-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;Overwhelmed with gratitude, Rathnavathi turned to her mother, tears of joy streaming down her face, &quot;Thank you, Amma, for coming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;qualifier&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;d9rf6-1-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;hardreadability&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;d9rf6-2-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt; in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;d9rf6-3-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;. I wouldn&#39;t have been able to do this without you!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;cond-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;cond-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;cond-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;br data-text=&quot;true&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;elgji-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;elgji-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;elgji-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;Then, a knock echoed at the door, and someone entered. Rathnavathi could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;adverb&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;elgji-1-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;scarcely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;elgji-2-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt; believe her eyes. It was her mother, her real mother!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;78kdo-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;78kdo-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;78kdo-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;br data-text=&quot;true&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;5phfg-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;5phfg-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;5phfg-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;Confusion engulfed Rathnavathi. She turned to the woman who had helped with the delivery, but she had vanished into thin air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;eqotj-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;eqotj-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;eqotj-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;br data-text=&quot;true&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;a1oma-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;a1oma-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;a1oma-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&quot;I apologize for not being here on time,&quot; her mother said, her voice tinged with sorrow. &quot;The river was in spate, and no boat could cross. I came as soon as the floodwaters receded.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;19cr4-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;19cr4-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;19cr4-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;br data-text=&quot;true&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;8qrto-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;8qrto-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;hardreadability&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;8qrto-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;Rathnavathi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;passivevoice&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;8qrto-1-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;was dumbfounded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;hardreadability&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;8qrto-2-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;, her mind unable to comprehend the mystery that had unfolded before her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;8qrto-3-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;2ru5v-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;2ru5v-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;2ru5v-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;br data-text=&quot;true&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;dr8bs-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;dr8bs-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;dr8bs-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&quot;If you&#39;ve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;qualifier&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;dr8bs-1-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;dr8bs-2-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt; arrived, then who was here before you?&quot; she stammered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;4hk3p-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;4hk3p-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;4hk3p-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;br data-text=&quot;true&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;esff7-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;esff7-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;esff7-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;The town buzzed with the search for the enigmatic woman, but no one could identify her. She had vanished, leaving behind only the memory of her divine presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;2e0ij-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;2e0ij-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;2e0ij-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;br data-text=&quot;true&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;9vr03-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;9vr03-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;9vr03-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;And then, the realization struck like a bolt of lightning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;hardreadability&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;9vr03-1-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;Lord Shiva himself had assumed the form of Rathnavathi&#39;s mother to assist with the delivery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;9vr03-2-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;7mim9-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;7mim9-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;7mim9-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;br data-text=&quot;true&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;236h6-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;236h6-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;236h6-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;fnkvs-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;fnkvs-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;fnkvs-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;br data-text=&quot;true&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;16fi1-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;16fi1-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;16fi1-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;Lakshmi concluded, &quot;From that day onward, he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;passivevoice&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;16fi1-1-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;was worshipped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;16fi1-2-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt; as &#39;Thaaymaanavar.&#39; He who became the mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;9psmn-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;9psmn-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;9psmn-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;br data-text=&quot;true&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;3idrn&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;3d7g0-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;3d7g0-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;3d7g0-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;In evening, on my return journey, I could not find Lakshmi, but her story of Thaaymaanavar stucked with me. It reminded me that divinity transcends all boundaries, including those of gender. People visit a male diety to pray for the safe delivery of their daughters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src=&quot;moz-extension://d10344bb-cc2e-4513-a8ae-01f3020cac36/js/app.js&quot; type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/feeds/2942998465119452702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/2023/09/shiva-he-who-became-mother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183361181561809465/posts/default/2942998465119452702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183361181561809465/posts/default/2942998465119452702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/2023/09/shiva-he-who-became-mother.html' title='Shiva: He who became Mother'/><author><name>Hemendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718583913514367312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR8kfDq7lTju2AzFU3lZj8FKln5_pkIZOhbwJUCuUhRw6yOEA5BHAMN6lO1e0eGYSBYqcv0XE7F_91pIYDuMWdoCagSpD2FbGfq03tfaJbt28rzZM7XNT4DDMMmhpW7w5jzPhriFncDaZqvqcTBsZV6Wh9yd8eBDLqLPWJJOUCrOOx3Cw7fpN07vGWuXiN/s72-w640-h480-c/Thayumanavar.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183361181561809465.post-6781776224000696364</id><published>2023-08-21T08:52:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2023-08-22T00:34:22.887+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Action"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Change"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dharma"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Parvati"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shiva"/><title type='text'>Resonance of Change: Parvati&#39;s Awakening in the Himalayas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghguGac75XfI29mmP2gqmCCtwRi-6k9WBGUyvt26Gsfw_Cz9EF4F8OaZici1A8JmbKl7UbdPXCQ6p9qMIUCBCKAjxvY9H-9_BJVMHvvLV21mA3bk9GWexdVceNrAVySi_eB3i1yAGj0G0vVkJNtodut9VZglsqZcRG8vR4_G2oDY0m6ztgxqy8QWGAbUoi/s1060/shiva%20and%20parvati%20line%20art.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;706&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1060&quot; height=&quot;426&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghguGac75XfI29mmP2gqmCCtwRi-6k9WBGUyvt26Gsfw_Cz9EF4F8OaZici1A8JmbKl7UbdPXCQ6p9qMIUCBCKAjxvY9H-9_BJVMHvvLV21mA3bk9GWexdVceNrAVySi_eB3i1yAGj0G0vVkJNtodut9VZglsqZcRG8vR4_G2oDY0m6ztgxqy8QWGAbUoi/w640-h426/shiva%20and%20parvati%20line%20art.jpg&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Shiva and Parvati by &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.freepik.com/premium-vector/vector-graphic-lord-shiva-with-goddess-parvati-individually-white-background_52090299.htm&quot;&gt;Nilesh KKC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, in the majestic valleys of the Himalayas, the divine couple Shiva and Parvati were wandering hand in hand, their footsteps resonated with the very heartbeat of nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst this serene amble, Parvati&#39;s keen eyes caught sight of a scene that tugged at her heartstrings. A colony of ants, bustling with their tiny lives, had met an unfortunate fate beneath the mighty foot of an elephant. Disturbed by this sight, she turned to her beloved Shiva, beseeching him to intervene and bring retribution upon the colossal creature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Shiva, the tranquil lord of destruction and creation, held a different perspective. He spoke softly to Parvati, explaining that the elephant was merely following the commands of its mahout, bound by a duty it couldn&#39;t escape. Parvati, though understanding of this, remained steadfast and urged Shiva to halt the mahout&#39;s actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet Shiva&#39;s wisdom flowed like a gentle river. He revealed that the mahout&#39;s vision was restricted by the imposing shape of the elephant, rendering him unaware of the ants&#39; plight below. Parvati&#39;s frustration grew like a storm cloud, her words dripping with disappointment. &quot;If you stand idly by while these tiny lives fade away,&quot; she declared with a mixture of sadness and anger, &quot;let them find solace in being crushed by you, within the sanctum of Kailash. Do not allow their suffering to continue without purpose.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In response, Shiva&#39;s words echoed like distant thunder, carrying a weight of cosmic truth. &quot;Ah, Parvati,&quot; he said, his tone as serene as the mountain breeze, &quot;it is not the ants nor the elephant nor even the mahout who truly need punishment. Rather, it is you who must bear the weight of insight.&quot; His words were like a shiver down Parvati&#39;s spine, making her question the essence of her reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trembling, Parvati inquired, &quot;Why, my Lord? Why do you see punishment within me?&quot; Shiva&#39;s gaze was as deep as the mysteries of the universe as he replied, &quot;Because you were the first to witness this unfolding tragedy. You, dear Parvati, hold the power to halt it – whether through stopping the elephant, redirecting the mahout, or intervening in any manner. Yet you hesitate, expecting another to carry out what you can do yourself.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this tale, we find a universal truth: change, like the cosmic dance of Shiva, is set in motion by the individual who wholeheartedly embraces their role as a catalyst. By embodying the essence of proactive responsibility, we become agents of change in our own lives and in the world around us. The story&#39;s message is clear: we must not remain passive observers, waiting for circumstances to align or others to take action. Instead, we must seize the reins of change, initiating the process with unwavering determination. It reminds us that even in the grand tapestry of life, every thread – no matter how small – plays a role in shaping the destiny of the world.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;script src=&quot;moz-extension://d10344bb-cc2e-4513-a8ae-01f3020cac36/js/app.js&quot; type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src=&quot;moz-extension://d10344bb-cc2e-4513-a8ae-01f3020cac36/js/app.js&quot; type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/feeds/6781776224000696364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/2023/08/resonance-of-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183361181561809465/posts/default/6781776224000696364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183361181561809465/posts/default/6781776224000696364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/2023/08/resonance-of-change.html' title='Resonance of Change: Parvati&#39;s Awakening in the Himalayas'/><author><name>Hemendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718583913514367312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghguGac75XfI29mmP2gqmCCtwRi-6k9WBGUyvt26Gsfw_Cz9EF4F8OaZici1A8JmbKl7UbdPXCQ6p9qMIUCBCKAjxvY9H-9_BJVMHvvLV21mA3bk9GWexdVceNrAVySi_eB3i1yAGj0G0vVkJNtodut9VZglsqZcRG8vR4_G2oDY0m6ztgxqy8QWGAbUoi/s72-w640-h426-c/shiva%20and%20parvati%20line%20art.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183361181561809465.post-5402633828138186963</id><published>2023-04-25T16:35:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2024-05-15T04:20:58.701+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Creativity"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inspiration"/><title type='text'>Myth of Creativity: Why it&#39;s Not Just for Artists</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV89GfFmXfSdsjifEHwkucZ-frIHgfUQfO0ENPPrEKnHu9AeskgCGiCROihunEtQtv9jETxwdYIGd5hCC4t10OlKiIlzTDHS7sUvrOrrxGV8xoWNnqzkK8ysuS8SFOX_4IvrHK7rFMrEwji8iDjYEErrjRjUnQTcpYqlRbxC3YCSCIycmdFEf5FKKxTA/s3202/image-from-rawpixel-id-6306135-original.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;A collage picture consist of a hand holding a bulb with flowers inside&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;3202&quot; data-original-width=&quot;3202&quot; height=&quot;640&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV89GfFmXfSdsjifEHwkucZ-frIHgfUQfO0ENPPrEKnHu9AeskgCGiCROihunEtQtv9jETxwdYIGd5hCC4t10OlKiIlzTDHS7sUvrOrrxGV8xoWNnqzkK8ysuS8SFOX_4IvrHK7rFMrEwji8iDjYEErrjRjUnQTcpYqlRbxC3YCSCIycmdFEf5FKKxTA/w640-h640/image-from-rawpixel-id-6306135-original.png&quot; title=&quot;Myths of Creativity&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Image Credit: &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.rawpixel.com/image/6306135/png-flower-hand-nature&quot;&gt;Chim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think of creativity, what pops up in your mind?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Many of us will immediately think of artistic pursuits like theatre, music, dance or drawing.&lt;br /&gt;We tend to associate creativity with the arts and believe that only creative professionals like actors, painters and designers are paid to think creatively. But we never put lawyers, managers, and doctors in the same category.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But what if I told you you were mistaken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let us return to our childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As children, we were all naturally creative. We experimented, played, and tried out strange things without fear or shame. We weren&#39;t afraid of being rejected. However, as we grew older, we became more susceptible to the fear of being judged and less open to new experiences and ideas. And at this point, we stopped being creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I mentioned earlier, creativity is a natural part of human behaviour, and there are methods for unlocking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Embrace Open-mindedness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to approach problems with an open mindset. Be open to feedback and suggestions, even if they differ from your initial ideas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remember, it is not about changing who you are or what you believe, it is about expanding your worldview and challenging yourself to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cultivate Playfulness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don&#39;t be too serious about yourself. Failure is an inevitable part of life, and it is through failure that we learn and grow. So embrace your inner child and live life with a playful attitude.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Expose Yourself to Different Experiences&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our brains thrive on new stimulations, and by trying new things and exploring unfamiliar territory, we can expand our horizons and enrich our lives in unexpected ways.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Experimenting with new cultures, ideas, experiences, and even food can help to broaden our perspective and stimulate creative thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take Breaks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some old wise men have said, “Taking a break is not a luxury; it&#39;s a necessity.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stepping away from a task allows our brains to process and integrate information.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Several studies have shown that taking regular breaks can improve cognitive function and increase creativity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, next time you feel the urge to power through a task without a break, remember the importance of taking time to recharge your mind and body.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mindfulness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to be present in the moment and pay attention to your thoughts and surroundings. This can help you to become more aware of your surroundings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Further, mindfulness can improve our relationships with others. When we are present and attentive in our interactions, we are able to connect with others on a deeper level, and we are more empathetic and understanding. This can lead to stronger, more fulfilling relationships, both personally and professionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Collaborate with Others&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working in a group can help you in developing solutions that you may not have considered at first because of insecurity of being a failure or straight rejection.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But collaboration breaks down these barriers and provides you a safe space to experiment and take risks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Embrace Solitude&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may appear to be contradictory. While collaboration is helpful, it is also necessary to set aside time to work alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are free from distractions and external pressures when we are alone, which allows our minds to wander and make new connections.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes the best ideas come in a solitary moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you&#39;re feeling stuck in a creative rut, remember that we&#39;re all born with it. Just take a break, be mindful and unleash yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;This post is inspired by Tom &amp;amp; David Kelly&#39;s book Creative Confidence&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/feeds/5402633828138186963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/2023/04/myths-of-creativity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183361181561809465/posts/default/5402633828138186963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183361181561809465/posts/default/5402633828138186963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/2023/04/myths-of-creativity.html' title='Myth of Creativity: Why it&#39;s Not Just for Artists'/><author><name>Hemendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718583913514367312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV89GfFmXfSdsjifEHwkucZ-frIHgfUQfO0ENPPrEKnHu9AeskgCGiCROihunEtQtv9jETxwdYIGd5hCC4t10OlKiIlzTDHS7sUvrOrrxGV8xoWNnqzkK8ysuS8SFOX_4IvrHK7rFMrEwji8iDjYEErrjRjUnQTcpYqlRbxC3YCSCIycmdFEf5FKKxTA/s72-w640-h640-c/image-from-rawpixel-id-6306135-original.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183361181561809465.post-8223656880977263466</id><published>2021-05-23T02:45:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2022-11-08T03:52:40.318+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inspiration"/><title type='text'>When One Door Closes, Another Opens</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYl7l06neXzWsHN9BxyO-oCaN1KXHkcmtbfv__YwCOu8sUPaDm76jskqgOboEuPXq_NHnRgdxtyudoTBWZxavaufIlMFl_4mfajtwiJUbyTp7oDLUME2M5iWKLkHzKKKIBiqWDPKCiAwyX/s640/when+one+door+closes%252C+another+opens+alexander+graham+bell.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;640&quot; data-original-width=&quot;640&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYl7l06neXzWsHN9BxyO-oCaN1KXHkcmtbfv__YwCOu8sUPaDm76jskqgOboEuPXq_NHnRgdxtyudoTBWZxavaufIlMFl_4mfajtwiJUbyTp7oDLUME2M5iWKLkHzKKKIBiqWDPKCiAwyX/s16000/when+one+door+closes%252C+another+opens+alexander+graham+bell.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;When One Door Closes, Another Opens&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;color: #252525;&quot;&gt;The often misquoted phrase, &quot;when one door closes, another opens.&quot; is actually attributed to one of the greatest inventors of all time, Alexander Graham Bell. And it does not end here. It further goes, &quot;…but we so often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the ones which open for us.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;color: #252525;&quot;&gt;The problem with most of us is that we are too engrossed in our past, in our comfort zones that we miss the opportunities that stand right in front of us.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;color: #252525;&quot;&gt;Doors may be close, but there are an unlimited number of doors, or opportunities, opened for us. All we need to do is take a look.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;color: #252525;&quot;&gt;If you look into the essence (meaning) of the quote, you will find that it does not only apply to your career, but to life in general.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Image Credit: &lt;a href=&quot;https://pixabay.com/photos/doors-ancient-wood-old-door-rustic-782649/&quot;&gt;Pixabay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;script src=&quot;moz-extension://d10344bb-cc2e-4513-a8ae-01f3020cac36/js/app.js&quot; type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/feeds/8223656880977263466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/2021/05/when-one-door-closes-another-opens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183361181561809465/posts/default/8223656880977263466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183361181561809465/posts/default/8223656880977263466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/2021/05/when-one-door-closes-another-opens.html' title='When One Door Closes, Another Opens'/><author><name>Hemendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718583913514367312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYl7l06neXzWsHN9BxyO-oCaN1KXHkcmtbfv__YwCOu8sUPaDm76jskqgOboEuPXq_NHnRgdxtyudoTBWZxavaufIlMFl_4mfajtwiJUbyTp7oDLUME2M5iWKLkHzKKKIBiqWDPKCiAwyX/s72-c/when+one+door+closes%252C+another+opens+alexander+graham+bell.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183361181561809465.post-8569549396030145553</id><published>2021-05-13T13:44:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2021-05-26T23:53:20.210+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Literature"/><title type='text'>Philip Larkin: An Appellant for Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqVdJAxuxKYRuCXFYsoWWNsTj3oIkqB6KulCsbcw775YVF6iX_Dr2cu2lt7yTpVHVOm23xFYeH4Qcm2T5gHUlIb0x5hw7X9Ej67mnwRDL1jAM6gero6KrDKjkMk_IhBWfZ6lFiTnGBl3Z-/s638/love+quotes.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;What will survive of us is love - Philip Larkin&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;638&quot; data-original-width=&quot;426&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqVdJAxuxKYRuCXFYsoWWNsTj3oIkqB6KulCsbcw775YVF6iX_Dr2cu2lt7yTpVHVOm23xFYeH4Qcm2T5gHUlIb0x5hw7X9Ej67mnwRDL1jAM6gero6KrDKjkMk_IhBWfZ6lFiTnGBl3Z-/s16000/love+quotes.jpg&quot; title=&quot;Love Quotes&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Philip Larkin: An Apellant for Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What will survive of us is love.&lt;br /&gt;Philip Larkin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This line from the poem, An Arundale Tomb, summarizes the essence of Philip Larkin’s poetry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though for the first time readers, Larkin may seem dark, cynical and pessimistic, but if we dig deep, we may find that he was just a child in a man’s body traumatized by the harshness of his extremely misogynistic and mother-abusing father, who also had sympathies for Nazis. (This can be attributed to his racism which was revealed after his death. But to his defence, one may quote from Henrik Ibsen’s Ghosts, “It&#39;s not only what we have inherited from our father and mother that walks in us. It&#39;s all sorts of dead ideas, and lifeless old beliefs, and so forth. They have no vitality, but they cling to us all the same, and we can&#39;t get rid of them.”)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving aside the controversy, Larkin is pleading to you to think about life again. He wants us to ask ourselves one simple question “what is the meaning of life if not love?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larkin, again and again, ask this question, through his poems, “Where can we live but days? (Days)”, “Something is pushing them/To the side of their own lives. (Afternoons)”, and “That how we live measures our own nature (Mr. Bleany).”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also argues, life is not worthy of some endless futile debates of religion and science as he describes through the line “the priest and the doctors, (Days)” or a hopeless wait for something extraordinary to happen “We think each one will heave to and unload/All good into our lives (Next, Please).”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to him, as an appellant for love, the answer to this penultimate question to life is to live and love because what will survive of us is love.&lt;p&gt;Image Credit: &lt;a href=&quot;https://stocksnap.io/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Stocksnap&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/feeds/8569549396030145553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/2021/05/philip-larkin-appellant-for-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183361181561809465/posts/default/8569549396030145553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183361181561809465/posts/default/8569549396030145553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://www.lifestalker.com/2021/05/philip-larkin-appellant-for-love.html' title='Philip Larkin: An Appellant for Love'/><author><name>Hemendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718583913514367312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqVdJAxuxKYRuCXFYsoWWNsTj3oIkqB6KulCsbcw775YVF6iX_Dr2cu2lt7yTpVHVOm23xFYeH4Qcm2T5gHUlIb0x5hw7X9Ej67mnwRDL1jAM6gero6KrDKjkMk_IhBWfZ6lFiTnGBl3Z-/s72-c/love+quotes.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183361181561809465.post-5190054152389242767</id><published>2020-01-21T05:21:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2021-05-27T02:12:01.470+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Opinion"/><title type='text'>Biomachines: where is the line?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Xenobots are made from stem cells of a frog/Image credit: Dezeen&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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On Tuesday, January 7, 2020, a team of scientists and roboticists announced their formula for making a new programmable lifeform from stem cells. These are called xenobots. The word &quot;xeno&quot; means &quot;frog&quot; in latin.&lt;br /&gt;
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Xenobots are less than 1 mm long and made up of 500 to 1000 cells. They are simple creatures, including some with legs. They can move linearly or in a circle using the energy generated by their cells and can live up to ten days.&lt;br /&gt;
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They are speculated to be used in microplastic pollution treatment in rivers and oceans, rare earth mineral expedition, treatment of toxic and nuclear waste and to carry drugs in human bodies. In the future, more complex variants of these biomachines can be developed from human cells and can be used in more specific use such as cancer treatment. Being biodegradable, they have an advantage over their plastic or non-biodegradable mechanikas.&lt;br /&gt;
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However, despite all these novel claims, these xenobots raises some fundamental ethical and legal questions such as where these biomachines lie on the spectrum of living and non-living beings; where will be more advanced and human-like versions (humanoids) will lie; will they have their consciousness and if yes, do they have any rights?; who will regulate them? and what about such biomachines who can reproduce themselves?&lt;br /&gt;
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We have already seen repercussions of not controlling CRISPR technology in 2018 and two years later, we are entering a new and much more complex domain. &lt;br /&gt;
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Notes:&lt;br /&gt;
1. &lt;a href=&quot;https://theconversation.com/not-bot-not-beast-scientists-create-first-ever-living-programmable-organism-129980&quot;&gt;Not bot, not beast: scientists create first ever living, programmable organism&lt;/a&gt;, The Conversation.&lt;br /&gt;
2. &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.pnas.org/content/early/2020/01/07/1910837117&quot;&gt;A scalable pipeline for designing reconfigurable organisms&lt;/a&gt;, PNAS&lt;br /&gt;
3. &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.dezeen.com/2020/01/15/xenobots-living-robots-frog-cells-technology/&quot;&gt;Scientists make first living robot from frog cells&lt;/a&gt;, dezeen&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Choices are hard&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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We often find ourselves stuck when it comes to choices. Choosing the right school. Choosing a person to love or not. Choosing the career path. Choosing a life partner. Choosing the neighbourhood. Even choosing the ice cream flavour.&lt;br /&gt;
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Choices are hard. &lt;br /&gt;
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And we often tend to leave our choices on our fate.&lt;br /&gt;
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Even knowing the fact that we cannot run away from the act of choosing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Though, at moments, we tend to not choose. As we feel safe. As we think that it will not have any consequences.&lt;br /&gt;
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However, the act of not choosing is also the act of choosing. It will again heavily affect your future and not in the way you ever thought.&lt;br /&gt;
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So what to do?&lt;br /&gt;
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The answer is to choose.&lt;br /&gt;
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The trick is to understand that every choice will eventually lead you up to the right path. The trick is you need to believe in yourself and choose.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Image Source: &lt;a href=&quot;https://pixabay.com/en/plant-flower-rose-dark-pink-bloom-2586071/&quot;&gt;StockSnap&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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There is a beautiful story about Agnes Martin. Once her eleven-year-old grand daughter, Isabelle, was visiting Martin, and the little girl was holding a rose plucked from the bush outside her house. Martin took the rose from the girl and asked, “Is this rose really beautiful.” She said, “Yes.” Martin, then, hid the rose behind her back and said, “is the rose still beautiful.” She again said, “Yes.” Martin said, “You see Isabelle, beauty is in your mind, not in the rose.”&lt;br /&gt;
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While with my struggle to write and all other things, I realized, not beauty, but peace is also in your mind. So, does the stories. You don&#39;t have to search for them. They are within you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Belated New Year.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lifestalker&lt;br /&gt;
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Story Source: &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=phYyRNrhZwc&quot;&gt;Art I Can&#39;t Show You&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Priyanka Chopra and Nick Jonas: Does Age Gap Really Matters? Source: Instagram&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Priyanka Chopra and Nick Jonas engagement may be in the news for all the effing reasons in the world but the age gap is not the reason I want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;
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On a meme about Priyanka Chopra and Nick Jonas, a girl commented, &quot;She might not have learned the acting skills, but she made up her Hollywood stint worthwhile with her cougar skills.&quot; Another guy commented, &quot;Maa Bete Ki Shaadi Ho Rahi Hain Kya?&quot; (Literal translation: Is this the marriage between a mother and a son). Moreover, if you log into your news apps, you will get tens and hundreds of such article, &quot;You will be shocked (or amazed) to know about the Priyanka Chopra and Nick Jonas age gap&quot; and so on and so that.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is pretty disheartening to read such things.&lt;br /&gt;
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I believe the problem is anything which does not conform to our societal makeup, we tend to criticize that, and the age gap is one such thing.&lt;br /&gt;
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In our society, it is okay for an older man to date or marry a much younger girl, but the same societal equation does not work when an older woman dates or marries a younger man.&lt;br /&gt;
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For us, it is completely unacceptable.&lt;br /&gt;
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The part of this problem arises from our perceived notion of the male and female power structure. The male is equated with dominance and the female is considered as the subservient. The male gets this dominant status due to again our perceived notion of being wise, and this perceived notion of being wise is associated with the age.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, it is okay for us when a man is older than the woman because he is the wise person in the equation, but it becomes problematic for us when a woman is considered wiser than a man. Because for us a woman cannot be wise and if she is, she will destroy the whole identity of the man.&lt;br /&gt;
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However, she indeed destroys something. She destroys the fake male and female power structure.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is not wrong to say that the man does not like to be challenged. It is frightful for him if someone challenges his perceived notions. For him, it is a challenge to his very own existence, and this is why he does not like a wiser person than him or in this case, the wiser woman, and this is why they say, such relationship between an older woman and a young man never work.&lt;br /&gt;
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Having said that, a marriage can only work&amp;nbsp; if it is based on the love. The love which is pure, respectful, understanding, and free of any power equation. Something like you always know. All you need to have a look at them, and you will realize age really does not matter.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Is there no alternative to Mr. Narendra Modi?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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What is the alternative to Mr. Narendra Modi?, a question now and then thrown upon you when you try to reason his policies in front of any Modi fan or a casual political debater.&lt;br /&gt;
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Meanwhile, you are going to come up with a name, they will interrupt you and say, &quot;Are you thinking of Pappu?&quot; Gone are the good old days when Pappu was the name of your beloved maternal uncle. You are dumbfounded and you want to say &quot;No&quot;, but without waiting for your reply, they will also label you &#39;Pappu&#39; and say, &quot;you deserve a person like that.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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You still want to say something, but the argument is already over, and you also have fallen into the trap of there is no alternative to Mr. Narendra Modi.&lt;br /&gt;
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I believe when you say, &quot;there is no alternative to Mr. Narendra Modi.&quot; You are undermining the political culture of our country. The same political culture which gave Janata Party when Indira Gandhi and Congress were thinking the same that there is no alternative to them.&lt;br /&gt;
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There always be an alternative. You might not able to look up right now, but there always be. Just believe in democracy.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;A Young Indian Professional (Representational Image Only)/Source: &lt;a href=&quot;https://pxhere.com/en/photo/652532&quot;&gt;Pxhere&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Like any given normal day in the opening week of June, when monsoon has not reached the northern part of the country, it was raining fire in Delhi.&lt;br /&gt;
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The earth was parched. The air was depressed. Moreover, the water (in my twenty four hour heat resistant thermosteel flask) was simply undrinkable.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was dragging myself, just like everyone else, in order to reach home.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then, somebody called my name. I turned back. I found it was him, the well-paid, well-groomed, bourgeoisie thinking, mildly aggressive speaking in a highly accented English, working as a junior level marketeer, MBA.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He jumped toward me. We exchanged few pleasantries.&amp;nbsp; He said, &quot;Hi.&quot; I said, &quot;Hello.&quot; He asked, &quot;How are you?&quot; I replied, &quot;I am Good.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Then, he commented after scanning my tailor-made, un-ironed, ruffled clothes, &quot;You look... You look like a Sarkari Naukar.&quot; I was shocked and defended myself with a straight &quot;No.&quot; He sympathetically said, &quot;What happened?&quot; It made me a bit more confused, and I said to myself, &quot;What happened?&quot;, but to answer him, I said, &quot;Nothing.&quot; He said, &quot;But you look like...&quot; I interrupted him, &quot;I had a two-tiered UPSC exam today, and now I am well exhausted. So that&#39;s why.&quot; He said, &quot;Oh...&quot; I said, &quot;Yeah.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, it was my turn, I asked him, &quot;You have also filled the application.&quot; He replied, &quot;Yes, but I am not interested in Government job anymore.&quot; I said, &quot;okay,&quot; and tried to close down our so-called conversation, but he was in the mood of talking. He continued, with a weird laugh, &quot;Though I am looking for a wife with a government job.&quot; His declaration made me laugh, but I stopped, when he went on the rant, &quot;How reservation system has deprived him of a Government job.&quot; He gave me a Tina Dabi example. He said, last time, he missed the cutoff by twelve marks. On hearing upon, I seriously laughed. I asked him, &quot;Do you really believe reservation system has deprived you of Government job.&quot; He was irked. I continued, &quot;I believe, there should be a creamy layer like system for SC/ST reserved categories, because most of them, especially from the rural background, are not getting the due benefit.&quot; On which, he half-heartedly agreed.&lt;br /&gt;
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I tried to move again, but I believe he wanted to make me suffer for not showing empathy for his sufferings. He asked, &quot;how was your exam.&quot; I said, &quot;it was good.&quot; He said, &quot;Any chance.&quot; I said, &quot;Hope so.&quot; He said, &quot;You look confident.&quot; I nodded in positive. He continued, &quot;So, it is confirmed, you are trying to become a Sarkari Naukar.&quot; I laughingly said, &quot;Yes.&quot; He commented, &quot;Government jobs are only jobs in this country, other than that, there is no job security.&quot; I told him, &quot;Nowadays, there is no job security in Government jobs too. You can be fired at whims and fancies of your superiors. My prime motivation is to help people.&quot; On which, he laughed hysterically. He said, &quot;Yes, my mother has fired a few people in her office.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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His mother is a senior level Railway officer. He then went on the rant and told me a thousand of other things about his mother. Leave that.&lt;br /&gt;
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He told me a story, how one day, due to some technical emergency, he went on to help his mother, how he met his mother&#39;s senior officer, and how he impressed him. I asked him with curiosity, &quot;what you did.&quot; He replied in his accented British English, &quot;I told him. You have a pathetic staff. These people are not efficient with modern technology. Instead, give me a five-year contract. I will give you the same number of people, doubly efficient, working at the mere salary of 15000 rupees.&quot; He then told me &#39;that&#39; senior person is now contacting him to work around the feasibility of the idea. I resisted, &quot;It is not done.&quot; He said, &quot;Leave. It is their headache.&quot; I told him, &quot;You can instead suggest him to reskill those people.&quot; He replied in a pretty harsh manner, &quot;Who cares?&quot; I was irked. I told him, &quot;I am in a bit hurry.&quot; He said, &quot;Okay&quot;, but he called me again, and said, &quot;Hey listen, if you are going to fill that form again, I mean, UPSC or SSC, please give me a call.&quot; I said, &quot;Why? You are not happy with your job.&quot; He said, &quot;Yes, it&#39;s good, but you know my mother, and I am looking for better and secure job.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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I confess, my handwriting is not something I am very proud of, but I am not also ashamed of it. It lingers somewhere between the grey area of seemingly readable and not so freaking bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the reason for writing this very specific post is my Younger Brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His handwriting sucks. And today, he asked me for the help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to read anything, he jots down with his pen or pencil or any other instrument of writing. (Sorry for being a jerk here :P)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to you, my little brother and everyone else, the answer to good handwriting lies in following Gandhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you heard it right.&lt;br /&gt;
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Follow Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Young Gandhi, like you and everyone else, used to think good handwriting is not a necessary part of the education. So, like you and everyone else, he decided to not focus on handwriting, which ended up in one of his biggest regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something which he confessed in his memoir, &lt;a href=&quot;https://amzn.to/2jPtIYI&quot;&gt;My Experiment With Truth&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I do not know whence I got the notion that good handwriting was not a necessary part of education, but I retained it until I went to England. When later, especially in South Africa, I saw the beautiful handwriting of lawyers and young men born and educated in South Africa, I was ashamed of myself and repented of my neglect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
He further went on saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class=&quot;tr_bq&quot;&gt;
I saw that bad handwriting should be regarded as a sign of an imperfect education.&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Though he was not able to improve his handwriting in his lifetime, but he gave a valuable tip on how to do so, i.e. how to improve your handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class=&quot;tr_bq&quot;&gt;
I am now of opinion that children should first be taught the art of drawing before learning how to write. Let the child learn his letters by observation as he does different objects, such as flowers, birds, etc., and let him learn handwriting only after he has learnt to draw objects. He will then write a beautifully formed hand.&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;So, my dear brother and everyone else, just get a pencil and start scribbling down anything or everything that comes to your mind, whenever you have a little time. Don&lt;span id=&quot;goog_631493293&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;goog_631493294&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&#39;t worry! Your handwriting will improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: To those who believe in scientifically backed up facts. Check this &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.tandfonline.com/doi/abs/10.1080/09500782.2012.704047&quot;&gt;Research Article&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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It is shame that thousands of people are communalizing the horrendous murder and rape case of little Asifa.&lt;br /&gt;
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To all such people, my simple request is to think again, and stop uttering such nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;
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Before being Muslim, she was an eight year old child, just like your eight year old little blabber.&lt;br /&gt;
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So please, shut up and don&#39;t dehumanize yourself.&lt;br /&gt;
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Instead, Please Stand up and Demand Justice for our little Asifa.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Read here about &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.bbc.com/news/world-asia-india-43722714&quot;&gt;Asifa Bano Case&lt;/a&gt; on BBC.&lt;br /&gt;
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Read here &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.firstpost.com/india/kathua-rape-and-murder-case-full-text-of-chargesheet-filed-by-jammu-and-kashmir-police-4426853.html&quot;&gt;the full text of chargesheet filed by Jammu and Kashmir Police&lt;/a&gt; on Firstpost.&lt;/div&gt;
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