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Pick up grit on the way to greatness

Pick up grit on the way to greatness

  "To be gritty is to keep putting one foot in front of the other. To be gritty is to hold fast to an interesting and purposeful goal. To be gritty is to invest, day after week after year, in challenging practice. To be gritty is to fall down seven times, and...

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Dear Refugee, my life must go on..

  It's not too unthinkable, sipping licorice tea in my cardigan, And day dreaming of a life of civil liberties.   Out of the window, I see stars coming out from under your sky, But on ground, I don't see the tears on your muddy faces.   I've only seen...

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When the Indian-American mom goes to Dirty Sixth

When the Indian-American mom goes to Dirty Sixth

As I walked past The Velveeta Room, I saw the chalk board at the entrance with the words, Stand-up comedy night, showing at 11pm. I asked the old white guy, possibly a biker dude by day, who was cutting tickets standing at the entrance if I could take a quick peek in....

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Momentous

Momentous

It's not the lack of money that makes me cry like my heart is about to burst. You want to know what it is?   It's something you have or don't more than I do, because there's no straight finish line here. It ticks away silently mocking our indignant ways with...

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Want to transcend the plight of life? Meditate.

Want to transcend the plight of life? Meditate.

Why this guide: (Long claim.) It has no hyperbole or BS. Things you will need: Just your phone. BUT, out of reach on a 20 minute timer. Nothing else, not even a Sanskrit prayer or an orange robe. * What is meditation:  The action of inaction Nothing but your state of...

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Hyper-connected parents; Dis connected progeny

Hyper-connected parents; Dis connected progeny

Tag line: Dispatches of parenting wisdom from a hyper connected mom in an over wired society.   PARENTAL CULPABILITY:  I recently went to a book signing event by Dr. Madeline Levine, a mother of 3 boys and the author of the book, Teach Your Children Well, as she...

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Perceiving my anthropology

Perceiving my anthropology

I don't know what moves him. I remember the day he came back home to hide his red eyes behind that newspaper after he lit his mother's pyre. This is the man, the brunt of all my emotions, whose lifetime fits in this poem. It's mostly the appalling nature of his...

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The How and The What Of Eating Animals

The How and The What Of Eating Animals

"As in any kind of factory, uniformity is essential. Piglets that don't grow fast enough - the runts - are a drain on resources. Picked up by their hind legs, they are swung and then bashed head first onto the concrete floor. This common practice is called "thumping"....

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Words that changed this life..

Words that changed this life..

... and tenderly touching a piece of bread in one's coat pocket, first stroking it with frozen gloveless fingers, then breaking off a crumb and putting it in one's mouth ... * This is one of those longing nights when my eyelids don't shut tight because of the welling...

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Where the mind is free

Where the mind is free

When I read Sylvia Plath poetry, I often think of the manner in which she died. Putting her head in an open oven and killing herself, while her little children slept in the adjacent bedroom. Did she see herself alone in her thoughts? Was her loneliness self inflicted?...

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Once in a while, listen to those throaty crickets

Once in a while, listen to those throaty crickets

One of America's favorite pastimes, primitive camping (add electricity and bathrooms for an extra fee), has turned me into a renegade city dweller. For a couple of days, I remained off the grid, but still managed to snap a few pictures to revisit the place I want to...

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An Indian Summer Wedding Circa 2015

An Indian Summer Wedding Circa 2015

  The Indian Wedding, or Shaadi as its called in Hindi, is a feast-to-all-the-senses kind of an experience, delightful and fun filled, unless of course, you are the one getting married. Well, we are not going to talk about the aftermath just yet. For now, here is...

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The Emigrant’s Anthem

The Emigrant’s Anthem

I Pursuing dreams, First steps Beckoning opportunities, Across oceans Proud sacrifices, Glistening eyes   II Anxious freedom, Fertile memories Loyal sentiments, Burning dedication Liberating happiness, Humbled notions   III Defending values, Honoring liberty...

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Karma Yoga and the secrets to Inner Transformation

*** Source: Lessons of Life of Bhakthi (Devotion) from the Ramayana: By Swami Tejomayananda, an Indian spiritual leader and head of Chinmaya Mission. These are my notes on the discourse I attended when he visited Atlanta in July of 2015.  * I feel that it is my duty...

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To my estranged one

To my estranged one

Ok, I admit; I still have that shameful longingness. When you gathered everything else up and left me to myself, And, when the war of words ended, It was clear that the love between us had begun to show cracks. It would never happen to me, was the conviction I always...

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Yours singularly

Yours singularly

Always close by my side, he mocks me. Calling the lack of endearment around me, self-inflicted. Late in the afternoon, at work, “All these people around you need you to break their bread”, he mulls. At the bar, he demands to know why I hadn't invited myself to her...

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Still standing, still standing..

Still standing, still standing..

  The below is a first person account of a village tree who lost the friendship of a small boy to the big charm of the city..  * At day break, I wait for your shrill cries of laughter to pierce my ears.. I ponder while I drink the primary cocktail, a gleaming red...

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Dear Lena: An open letter

Dear Lena: An open letter

  I feel sorry that you did not write a mind-blowing autobiography. There was not a single sentence in your book, Not that kind of Girl, where I truly laughed out loud. The irony being that, only if this entire book was fiction, I would have laughed hard at the...

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The UBER app and it’s human heart beat

The UBER app and it’s human heart beat

  “I don't really need to go to Church. If I am feeling low, I just pray. What will God do that you can't do for yourself anyway?” Words of wisdom from a 23 year old Haitian-American UBER taxi driver, Ernst. * What would a 40 billion dollar company like UBER, a...

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Dear sons: Full disclosure

Dear sons: Full disclosure

resilient and self sufficient A life's worth of choices. Subjected to, day in, day out. Freedom of expression. Empathy exercises. Vulnerability followed by weakness. Protection from cold. Letting the homeless die from it. Health of the children. Love. A gentle kind...

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Now

Now

Of all the things I have and can desire to have, my time on this earth, and the time my kids will have of mine is finite. I am mindful of that. What I am also painfully mindful is that I do not choose well how I spend it. As an adult, time and the freedom to do...

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Child bearers of the world

Child bearers of the world

Distracted mothers create loneliness. Those children celebrate uncertainty. And out of the imperfect first steps, They quickly thrive and learn, no love is earnest. Fathers cry when planes disappear. Worlds unite to search the heavens and oceans. Nothing brings back...

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Tea Rings

Tea Rings

There is the love of mother that needs no senses to feel its expression. And, that’s where I begin my journey of this life with you. In that vintage picture, I think of how you became a woman coming of age. Wounds of the uprooting I haven’t seen yet, or...

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Love made me do it

Love made me do it

  As you slip and fall, my thoughts are along with you atop the death train – la bestia. A smiling young man you were, one second ago, the next – a limp body in the overgrown unworn path. A heatstroke at 16 has sent you home sooner than you wished for. But is any...

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Temples in our Hearts

Temples in our Hearts

While others make smoldering burial grounds in memory, those who have never made promises to make us laugh have their own temples in our hearts. Stories that don’t need our mother’s tongue to be told better, are these secret wishes that transcend cultures and...

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The Nobel Prize in Literature for 2044 – Acceptance Speech

The Nobel Prize in Literature for 2044 – Acceptance Speech

I wrote this essay when I was in my 30’s. This is as much I can reveal about my age as a woman’s vanity will permit. Writing generates the excesses of emotions that sustain life. Writing unifies. And to write better, I learnt that I had to read more. So, in the summer...

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Retribution?!?!

Retribution?!?!

If I knocked on your door for a cup of water for my parched throat, Would you be able to tell, I am not your next door neighbor..? If not, then, why this thirst for my life.. ???? * Near these foothills, of some of the world's coldest mountains.. I hear stifling...

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I can muse a poem

The mother inside of me finds no shortage of spontaneity and wit. I can be surprisingly superfluous when I am lecturing my child. Trouble arrives when I call myself a writer, and that’s when I get deliberate. When I dictate myself to the writer’s rigor, dictation gets...

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Pathos..

Pathos..

The mornings hang here, until.. I peek out of the window and hurry out of the house for the next door.. Determined to find an answer.. I gently turn the key and push myself into the hallway.. Moving past discolored leaves and curtains.. I pass them, a lot of them, the...

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How.to.write.. (NOT): Broadcast II

Textese Hater™ and much admired spell-checker activist Rachel Kwiatkowski has acquired a license for her establishment, LoGoMaNiAcS AnOnYmOuS™, and has never been more busier! And as her blog post about teenage textese fad and its pitfalls that is currently sweeping...

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How.to.write.. (NOT)

  I read about 50 bloggers regularly and love them so much so that I emulate and even steal* ideas from them.. So when a few of them recently introduced Guest bloggers on their sites, I thought why not ask someone to write for me and my blog.. Enter Rachel...

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Humor: A Gross Domestic Product

As a self proclaimed American Pop Culture idiot, I am on a quest to find out what humor is and what constitutes rib tickling funny! So however small your contribution is, I can assure you it will make a big difference.  *Stand-up routine begins* * Sh*t, Bullsh*t,...

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Still standing, still standing..

Still standing, still standing..

  The below is a first person account of a village tree who lost the friendship of a small boy to the big charm of the city..  * At day break, I wait for your shrill cries of laughter to pierce my ears.. I ponder while I drink the primary cocktail, a gleaming red...

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Like a dry flower in my diary

  Photo courtesy: Thomas Campbell She would rise and shine with me.. She would part with anything for me that I loved or desired.. Today, she might be a woman, but just between us, there is no time travel.. Her gentle, sweet, kind spirit wasn't a match for my...

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An Affair with Vanity

The excitement is mutual, the passion contagious. The play of his naughty hands, the smile on my lips. The smell of his breath, the kiss on my feet. The tingling down into his toes, the long black hair on my slithering spine. Smiles with the mirror in the morning, all...

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Melancholy

I haven't seen more life than what you have shown me.. Anything larger than life was you anyway.. I would turn to you when I was cheerful or had something to share.. I would look for your love when I had my daughters to care.. I would cook for you and wait eagerly for...

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A day in the life of a hacker

A day in the life of a hacker

Trying out the last Mother Facker costume. Adrenaline rush.. Psychotic pleasure imagining the victim cringe upon realising the damage to his/her privacy.. Anti social behavior Spiritually and psychologically homeless Being a worthless piece of sh*t on the planet.....

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Vultures don’t soar high

* The vultures hover above their tiny heads. The wind here has never stood still, the putrid smell of decay fills the air. Their dirty hands, the sewer nearby and the food crumbs tell an endless tale of survival. There is no healing except from the spit of the...

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Diwali

The smile won't leave my face. The happiness in my heart won't go away. This day brings back all the days when I was a little girl, colors on my tiny hands, flowers in my pony tails. Running around the neighborhood with a child like perception that every day was going...

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In loving memories..

You were my first joy, remember.. ?? The day you gave me my first grandchild was the happiest day of my life! Someone said a mother's job is done when her last child leaves home.. Someone never held a dying child in their arms.. Bringing you home with the hope that...

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On a Rainy Day..

On a Rainy Day..

Miles may separate us, but you are always there in my heart. Words might not be spoken, but I can never love you enough. Rain outside my window reminds me of you and the tears in my eyes that wont pour out. I brave and get past this. Every tomorrow brings a little...

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A mother’s night out

Dreams of laughter and gossip in the days before.. One less shift of diaper duty on this day.. Promises to yourself that you are not selfish.. Rolling down the window to feel the freedom in the 'h'air .. A nervous text to check on their welfare.. Celebrate woman, the...

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Life….. Brought to you by texts and emails

Life….. Brought to you by texts and emails

  Well, I used to think it was rude a few years ago, to tell the other person on the phone that I am no longer interested in the ongoing conversation and that I am bored to death and want to slam the phone down on him / her.. So, I would listen on intently to my...

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In love with life

I am in love with him, because I am eager to see the joy a new day in our lives will bring!! I am in love with him, because he is the one who brings a smile on my lips when I think of him.. I am in love with him, because I am thrilled every time I see his name when my...

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In a still moment…

Today, I thought I will stop.. Take a break and really pen down how I feel.. Take a break from everything, sleeping, eating, cooking, feeding, cleaning .. everything.. Because I know the value of taking a break and just for a second, stopping to catch a breath… And...

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A connection to the heart

A connection to the heart

  It was love at first sight in the hospital. His little brother was in my arms waiting for his first reaction. It was plain and clear, that of love. And now at home, He hovers around his bassinet wary of all the visitors who pay a visit to see what he calls "my...

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