By the way thoughts

Yes! I am making a bold statement. It’s not easy. During the lockdown, when the world was suffering, nations prepared to face the catastrophe and mankind fought against the invisible, lethal enemy, we at individual-level got an opportunity. An opportunity to extend help, an opportunity to introspect, an opportunity to redefine our lives, an opportunity to weigh the importance of tangible Vs intangibles, an opportunity to improvise, an opportunity to confess. Well, on one of those days of mass suffering, I was preparing evening tea. The cyclonic wind made its way through the window, to the burning stove, and hit me before quickly disappearing. I continued with preparing tea. Added one, two, three, four, five, six teaspoons of sugar.  The sixth teaspoon screamed at me, “You are a cheater”.  During the pandemic, health has become a primary concern to me and I am sure to you too. I am aware that sugar adversely affects our immune system. So, I was added the r...

    Every morning while I sip tea, I watch the birds fly. Birds – black, white, brown, blue & green spread their wings to glide from one end to another, occasionally flapping their wings & maneuvering. In the evening they return to their nest in flocks as the sun is about to set. Birds – small & big, they fly. A source of inspiration and fascination.   'Let’s Fly in the Open Sky'   Let’s fly like a bird as per our capacities. Let’s not be afraid of heights & falls. Let’s comprehend that some migrate and rest reside. Let’s sing the music of life. Let’s flock together. Let’s fly in the open sky.

What's killing?  Lockdown or COVID-19?

The world has come to a state of nowhere, almost. Somebody, somewhere triggered the spread of the deadly virus which is growing and eliminating mankind. The catastrophe has highlighted the state of migrants in India and world-over. In India migrants travel 100s of kilometres on foot to find a job that fulfils their basic need – food. They move as per the season – tourist season, construction, monsoon…..and so on. They keep moving. Unfortunately in spite of regular interstate movement, they are hand to mouth. In this world of poor & plenty, they move from one destination to another. So, while they walk 200, 300 kms on a regular basis their food, shelter and rest is taken care at Dhabaas , definitely not for free. They earn their roti by working at the Dhaabas . No work, no income, so as the tradition goes they want to move to a new destination.  This time it is called ‘home’. To return home is their only wish during COVID-19. As we know during normalcy ...

Sam, Indu, Krissh and I met through a carpool app. We carpool to work. Our office hours & location is the same. We work in a different organization but in the same business park. It’s been almost two years since we are pooling. I have noticed, with every passing year Mumbai traffic is becoming bad to worse, and so is the work pressure. It competes with the increasing Mumbai traffic. To beat the traffic we leave before traffic wakes up. But evenings are….. I have to mention about monsoon. Monsoons bring relief from the rising temperature but at the same time, it terrorizes us. Flooding, road closure and kilometers of jams. Sometimes I feel I spend my precious time in the traffic . And rest of the time I think I live my life in Mumbai traffic . Luckily, KIS (Krish, Indu, and Sam) keeps me entertained and going. I find my work-life balance in Mumbai traffic. Image courtesy Pixabay I work till 6 pm so does KIS. My office environment is vibrant and demanding. Thanks...