Life Lessons


The Inheritance Of Suicide And The Beauty Of Endurance

I have inherited a lot of my father's traits, both physically and emotionally. I have inherited his sense of guilt, fear and worthlessness; he has left me his legacy of depression. For the longest time, I couldn't imagine what my father must have gone through when he took the final step. But in a terrifying way these days, I somehow can. Earlier I judged him for taking his own life. Now I both sympathize and empathize. And that is scary. Yet, I fight…
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Let's Twist The Knots This Rakhi...

This post is not about the Rakshabandhan of adolescent game-playing. This post is also not about the myths and legends behind the festival, and nor is it about interpretations of brotherhood such as Tagore promoting the exchange of rakhis between Muslims and Hindus. Nope! This post is about twisting the rules even more fundamentally.

Toenails And Other Little Things That Matter

We aspire to change the world and innovate like Steve Jobs did. We strive to be leaders of the century. We want to make a difference globally, like Gates, Zuckerberg and Musk. But let me ask you one simple question. When was the last time you made your bed? Or rather, when was the last time you remembered trimming your toenails… without someone having to prompt you?
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The One Thing That Stopped Me From Following In My Father's Final Footsteps

On a cold winter night in Delhi, I start to get dressed for a journey. I put on my panties, and hook my bra. Next, I put on my jeans, brush some dirt off them; after all, I don't want to come across as someone untidy. I wear my shirt and button it down. I look at myself in the mirror. Not too shabby, I think to myself... I take a brown envelope out of the drawer. Inside I find the strip of sleeping pills I had bought three nights back.
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My Three-Year Break From Work Empowered Me

As I crawl back to corporate life, I find myself reflecting on the three years' gap I took. Prior to these three years, my life was like that of any busy working woman trying hard to strike that balance. I never questioned the long hours at works--servicing big brands and being part of pitches and launches was the agenda then. But after all these years of working, there was a strong 'inner' call to slow down.