Thank God Its Friday! I have been waiting for Friday since Monday and now finally it has come. I tried to work hard or hardly work, either one of those, so that I reach the most awaited 5’o clock. And it is indeed 5’0 clock! I call my husband, holding the receiver of my phone between my left ear and left shoulder…Are you asking me why? Obviously because my hands are busy packing my bags…and he has a surprise for me!!! Well, but it is not one of those pleasant Friday surprises. He informs me that he has a meeting now. I freak out…Meeting at 5’o clock on a Friday????? He tries to consol me and makes promises about the weekend. None of which I want to believe, but I am almost entrapped in his sweet lies. I have just one simple question…What is the agenda for the Friday 5’o clock meeting? And he says “Discuss the progress of the software being released this weekend…” I hung up. I now know that all my weekend I would be sitting besides him watching TV or at least trying to watch it while he is working on his laptop! “The release” guaranteed another 7-8 hours of work over Saturday and Sunday.
I was really mad at him. But why should I be? Is it because he was working? How about the other people who were working with him over the weekend? How about all the other people I see are putting many many extra hours every week? My real estate agent gives us an appointment for 7.00 PM on a weekday. I have no comments about his weekends. My own manager is logged in to the office network almost any time during the day and night. Other people I know are also doing extra hours. What is this? Competition? Money? The normal work hours per week are no longer confined to 40. Doesn’t matter whether you are billed for 40 or more or less, people are putting in 60-80 hours a week on an average. They obviously suffer from headaches, backaches, shoulder pain or many such small but considerable health issues. But anyways, who has the time to pay attention to these petty issues? What about their families? Aren’t they affected too? If yes, why don’t I hear anymore noises? No one is complaining? Why? Is everyone too busy working that no one has the time to complain? What is happening here?
Is this not a problem? And if it is, is there any solution?
Friday, November 2, 2007
Thursday, November 1, 2007
"I don’t know you" Syndrome
Many people have this “I don’t know you” Syndrome. I wonder why people develop this and from where they get this disease?
My colleague in office introduced me to this one girl. She smiled and I smiled and we both said “Hello” to each other. Tell you what, that day we actually had lunch together and she also ate my food!!!
Now, after 2 days, I see her and give her a nice “Good Morning” smile and there she is…standing and staring blankly at me. For a moment, I thought, Oh ****, did I again mix up two people? (This happens to me with Chinese people…am sorry guys…nothing personal against you or your country or your people. But I tend to get confused between two Chinese people. If I meet two of them around the same time, I really get confused between the two of them, at least for the first few days after introduction until I really get to know them personally …I guess this is a normal phenomenon and that the Chinese must be getting confused with Indian faces because we all look similar to them and so on and so forth) Ok…so now am really confused and I don’t know what I have done wrong and why today is such a bad day that people are not recognizing me or caring to give a smile back. So helpless but hopeful for some another day I return to my normal routine.
Then on that another day, some simple soul happens to walk by my desk and this person is accompanied by our troubled lady with “I don’t know you” syndrome. So the simple soul says “Hi! How are you?” and then comes the introduction!! “Do you know Ms. XXXX?” I am very confused as to what I am supposed to say while the troubled person says “Yeah…I know her, I even ate her food!!!” Every corner of heart rejoices on hearing the fact that yes!!!….she does know me and recognize me. Finally I was at peace. The once rumpled feathers of my heart were OK now. I smiled back and said “Yes…we know each other”. I get back to my work with new vigor and a sense of achievement and fulfillment. Fulfillment of satisfying the desire to know what had went wrong??? Achievement is realizing that I was not invisible and everything is normal between me and “the lady”.
Today morning when I enter the elevator…BOOM…There she is…I am ready to throw a “Good Morning” with a smile again and she just IGNORES ME…I am shaken, surprised, confused, troubled and disturbed
Well…not any longer! I left her to herself. I think she is too troubled in life with either her own self or with some else or with a very commonly found disease called as “I don’t know you”. Now, I really don’t know whether there exists any cure of any form for this disease. All I know is that this one can affect not just the sufferer of this disease but other people too. So I am trying to reach out to all those people, not who are suffering from this disease (leave them alone!!!) but to all who are victims of this disease…don’t let these things bother you. Nothing is wrong with you. Whatever is wrong is with them. So chill and keep smiling and recognizing everyone you know (excuse the troubled souls)
My colleague in office introduced me to this one girl. She smiled and I smiled and we both said “Hello” to each other. Tell you what, that day we actually had lunch together and she also ate my food!!!
Now, after 2 days, I see her and give her a nice “Good Morning” smile and there she is…standing and staring blankly at me. For a moment, I thought, Oh ****, did I again mix up two people? (This happens to me with Chinese people…am sorry guys…nothing personal against you or your country or your people. But I tend to get confused between two Chinese people. If I meet two of them around the same time, I really get confused between the two of them, at least for the first few days after introduction until I really get to know them personally …I guess this is a normal phenomenon and that the Chinese must be getting confused with Indian faces because we all look similar to them and so on and so forth) Ok…so now am really confused and I don’t know what I have done wrong and why today is such a bad day that people are not recognizing me or caring to give a smile back. So helpless but hopeful for some another day I return to my normal routine.
Then on that another day, some simple soul happens to walk by my desk and this person is accompanied by our troubled lady with “I don’t know you” syndrome. So the simple soul says “Hi! How are you?” and then comes the introduction!! “Do you know Ms. XXXX?” I am very confused as to what I am supposed to say while the troubled person says “Yeah…I know her, I even ate her food!!!” Every corner of heart rejoices on hearing the fact that yes!!!….she does know me and recognize me. Finally I was at peace. The once rumpled feathers of my heart were OK now. I smiled back and said “Yes…we know each other”. I get back to my work with new vigor and a sense of achievement and fulfillment. Fulfillment of satisfying the desire to know what had went wrong??? Achievement is realizing that I was not invisible and everything is normal between me and “the lady”.
Today morning when I enter the elevator…BOOM…There she is…I am ready to throw a “Good Morning” with a smile again and she just IGNORES ME…I am shaken, surprised, confused, troubled and disturbed
Well…not any longer! I left her to herself. I think she is too troubled in life with either her own self or with some else or with a very commonly found disease called as “I don’t know you”. Now, I really don’t know whether there exists any cure of any form for this disease. All I know is that this one can affect not just the sufferer of this disease but other people too. So I am trying to reach out to all those people, not who are suffering from this disease (leave them alone!!!) but to all who are victims of this disease…don’t let these things bother you. Nothing is wrong with you. Whatever is wrong is with them. So chill and keep smiling and recognizing everyone you know (excuse the troubled souls)
Thursday, October 25, 2007
California Wildfires
Wildfires in California…upsetting and disturbing as they were…they also were equally entertaining and relaxing!!! Surprised? Allow me to explain.
I am a resident of NY and I was utterly shocked to see the mass destruction and damages the wildfires were causing. I was keeping a close eye to see where the fires and how the fires were growing. Hundreds of thousands of miles were burnt out. Homes, people and places reduced to heap of ash…It is very very disturbing mentally to think about all the damages this natural calamity has caused.
But for others in California, where the fires didn’t reach, they couldn’t reach offices and hence it was holiday time! They enjoyed being at home and watching TV for updates on a “paid holiday”. They had feasts and enjoyed their mini vacation time. They also took pictures of the smoke cover..why?..beacuse they wanted to make and album named "California wildfires 2007". When houses were getting scorched in unruly flames of wild fires, they were thinking of the effect the catastrophe will have on the housing market and realty prices in California!!
Wake up people…please wake up. See around than just seeing the mirror. If you are human, have a bit of humanity. Is that too much to ask?
I am a resident of NY and I was utterly shocked to see the mass destruction and damages the wildfires were causing. I was keeping a close eye to see where the fires and how the fires were growing. Hundreds of thousands of miles were burnt out. Homes, people and places reduced to heap of ash…It is very very disturbing mentally to think about all the damages this natural calamity has caused.
But for others in California, where the fires didn’t reach, they couldn’t reach offices and hence it was holiday time! They enjoyed being at home and watching TV for updates on a “paid holiday”. They had feasts and enjoyed their mini vacation time. They also took pictures of the smoke cover..why?..beacuse they wanted to make and album named "California wildfires 2007". When houses were getting scorched in unruly flames of wild fires, they were thinking of the effect the catastrophe will have on the housing market and realty prices in California!!
Wake up people…please wake up. See around than just seeing the mirror. If you are human, have a bit of humanity. Is that too much to ask?
Diwali
It’s the most awaited time of the year and the most favorite festival of all Hindus. Millions of homes shine with tiny diyas. Everybody is trying to celebrate Diwali in his/her own special way.
The time reminds me of my childhood. Diwali was greatest fun as a child.
Every year, my mom used to apply scented oil and “utna” and do massage for me and my brother in the morning before having a bath. That massage was enticing enough to get up at 4.00 AM for it. We used to light diyas in early morning, have the auspicious “mangal snan” or “pahili anghol” and run to race against others for bursting the first fire cracker. After finishing the early morning fire cracker quota me and my brother used to go to the temple. What followed next is the morning “diwali faral” feast. Chivda, ladu, karanji, chakli, shankarpale, chirote…the list doesn’t end. After a tummy full breakfast it was time to play. Afternoon lunch specialties included shrikhand puri or basundi or sheera. After lunch was the time for rangoli session. Almost every house in Bombay has a small little colorful depiction of the festival outside its main door. Making the most beautiful rangoli in the apartment building was no doubt the toughest competition! Whether or not you win, these colorful little patches color not only your hands while making them, but color your mind, your spirit in the diwali colors. Colors of joy and celebration. Laxmi pujan is another big event that involves worshipping money and the wealth goddess “Laxmi” so that she forgives our slipups and blesses us with wealth and happiness. With “Padwa” for married couples and “Bhau bij” for brothers and sisters, Diwali gives a reason to strengthen your bond with all your relations. Strengthen your bond with happiness and with the light of life!
Waiting for you…Diwali....
The time reminds me of my childhood. Diwali was greatest fun as a child.
Every year, my mom used to apply scented oil and “utna” and do massage for me and my brother in the morning before having a bath. That massage was enticing enough to get up at 4.00 AM for it. We used to light diyas in early morning, have the auspicious “mangal snan” or “pahili anghol” and run to race against others for bursting the first fire cracker. After finishing the early morning fire cracker quota me and my brother used to go to the temple. What followed next is the morning “diwali faral” feast. Chivda, ladu, karanji, chakli, shankarpale, chirote…the list doesn’t end. After a tummy full breakfast it was time to play. Afternoon lunch specialties included shrikhand puri or basundi or sheera. After lunch was the time for rangoli session. Almost every house in Bombay has a small little colorful depiction of the festival outside its main door. Making the most beautiful rangoli in the apartment building was no doubt the toughest competition! Whether or not you win, these colorful little patches color not only your hands while making them, but color your mind, your spirit in the diwali colors. Colors of joy and celebration. Laxmi pujan is another big event that involves worshipping money and the wealth goddess “Laxmi” so that she forgives our slipups and blesses us with wealth and happiness. With “Padwa” for married couples and “Bhau bij” for brothers and sisters, Diwali gives a reason to strengthen your bond with all your relations. Strengthen your bond with happiness and with the light of life!
Waiting for you…Diwali....
Friday, October 5, 2007
Those were the best days of my life!!!!
The four years of engineering…lots of memories, lots of people, many moments and a few very good friends. It’s been ten years now and life has changed its course a lot…but when I look back, the four years of engineering I had were the best days of my life!!!
Doing engineering in a college affiliated with the “University of Mumbai” but situated in New Bombay is some fun!!! Orientation in a non plastered red brick one storied building with new faces from all parts of Bombay, professors with thick “Marathwada” accent and the aridness of New Bombay (then) shocked me and my parents. The worst was yet to come…ragging. I could pass with some smile and little tricks but others had to really prove themselves!!! Nothing could have made me hate it more. But then came along the fresher’s party and it did change it all. Within a month, people had formed own sweet little groups of friends traveling together on the Andheri-Belapurs, sharing lunches together and writing…rather copying assignments sitting on railway stations of New Bombay. I flowed along just fine. The once irritating Marathwada English was no longer unbearable but a matter of small intraday humors. I still remember one of my professors saying “The class will resume at sharp 4.30 o’ clock”.
Between the clatter of scales and protractors, drafter with drawing boards, I didn’t realize when the first year went by. Then I discovered myself in a whole new world. A world of ATKTs. With the FE excitement subdued and the dark overshadows of ATKT looming over me, I saw just one ray of hope and light…it crashed onto me directly from Vidyalankar Classes :). All the more fun! Venkatesh, Jejurkar, Biju, Puja, name and another and another. All Gods and Allah of students trying to make them sail through. I still remember the nervous breakdown I used to have while standing in the queue for viva waiting to get grilled and also remember the hands sweating before I could get that one question paper in which you had no questions from JIGAR books. In between ofcourse were the inter and intra college festivals, sports and matches that kept me alive. Semester after semester and I didn’t realize when I was in my final year. Another big challenge was to find my own project! Everybody gets one…:)…it was just a matter of time (and contacts :)). It was then the time when I was about to leave this world of engineering and step out as a professional…just that I didn’t realize until the 8th semester dawned upon me and the send off party was arranged.
It was a very special time of my life. Me and my life were blossoming together. A new sense of achievement coupled with a new responsibility. Responsibility of making yourself happen. At the same time, right to take decisions while I understood my roles. This phase of one’s life, I think makes or breaks a person. I am glad I have made it. All this during those four years and the years themselves define who I am today. And though I kind of hated it somewhat when I was going through it, I now realize that it was not at all bad. I have enjoyed those years of my life and that the memories from then will be always treasured and cherished.
Doing engineering in a college affiliated with the “University of Mumbai” but situated in New Bombay is some fun!!! Orientation in a non plastered red brick one storied building with new faces from all parts of Bombay, professors with thick “Marathwada” accent and the aridness of New Bombay (then) shocked me and my parents. The worst was yet to come…ragging. I could pass with some smile and little tricks but others had to really prove themselves!!! Nothing could have made me hate it more. But then came along the fresher’s party and it did change it all. Within a month, people had formed own sweet little groups of friends traveling together on the Andheri-Belapurs, sharing lunches together and writing…rather copying assignments sitting on railway stations of New Bombay. I flowed along just fine. The once irritating Marathwada English was no longer unbearable but a matter of small intraday humors. I still remember one of my professors saying “The class will resume at sharp 4.30 o’ clock”.
Between the clatter of scales and protractors, drafter with drawing boards, I didn’t realize when the first year went by. Then I discovered myself in a whole new world. A world of ATKTs. With the FE excitement subdued and the dark overshadows of ATKT looming over me, I saw just one ray of hope and light…it crashed onto me directly from Vidyalankar Classes :). All the more fun! Venkatesh, Jejurkar, Biju, Puja, name and another and another. All Gods and Allah of students trying to make them sail through. I still remember the nervous breakdown I used to have while standing in the queue for viva waiting to get grilled and also remember the hands sweating before I could get that one question paper in which you had no questions from JIGAR books. In between ofcourse were the inter and intra college festivals, sports and matches that kept me alive. Semester after semester and I didn’t realize when I was in my final year. Another big challenge was to find my own project! Everybody gets one…:)…it was just a matter of time (and contacts :)). It was then the time when I was about to leave this world of engineering and step out as a professional…just that I didn’t realize until the 8th semester dawned upon me and the send off party was arranged.
It was a very special time of my life. Me and my life were blossoming together. A new sense of achievement coupled with a new responsibility. Responsibility of making yourself happen. At the same time, right to take decisions while I understood my roles. This phase of one’s life, I think makes or breaks a person. I am glad I have made it. All this during those four years and the years themselves define who I am today. And though I kind of hated it somewhat when I was going through it, I now realize that it was not at all bad. I have enjoyed those years of my life and that the memories from then will be always treasured and cherished.
Monday, October 1, 2007
Ee Hai Bambai Nagariya Tu Dekh Babuwa!!!
In the deepest of my heart and brain, I am a hard core Mumbaikar!!! I have always loved the city and the people. Inspite of being away from Mumbai for 3 years now, I still take the same pride in claiming that I am from “Aamchi Mumbai” that I have always had when I spent my 24 years in Mumbai….
Mumbai with its crowd, hustle-bustle from early, very early mornings to late, very late nights, and all the hungama makes me feel “at home”. Right from VT (now CST) to Kalyan and Churchgate to Virar ..I just love it…And yes I do firmly believe that Bombay extends right all the way upto Kalyan and Virar. The boundaries don’t cease at Mulund and Borivili for me…people up there lead a very much Bombay life and are very much Mumbaikars…And this I am saying not because I am from one of those places..(I am from Goregaon) but because once you step out from Mumbai and know what a non-Mumbai life is…you realize what is a Mumbai life and who are Mumbaikars?...
I have always enjoyed every aspect of a Mumbai…BEST buses to over crowded local trains, vada pav stalls to continental breakfast at Oberoi…the zeal and zest of the city keeps it moving…moving real fast. You meet all kinds of people here…people that sing bhajans in trains, people that travel 3 hours to reach office, people that throw pan spits on the road and building corners, people carrying 4 mobiles, fisher women in local trains shouting “machiwaali”, door to door bhajiwaalas and the six sigma business model dabbawaalas, dressed up people at Nariman Point, the share dalals with tika on foreheads at Fort, the executives getting restless in their accords trying to get to office in midst of traffic, bollywood actors, politicians, people rallying in Azad maidan, others taking their kids to show gateway of india and elephanta caves, people fighting in big queues for railway tickets, buses and taxis…not to forget about the big queues at siddhivinayak, people hanging of the trains, corner paanwaalas…different colors, different personalities..all mumbaikars at heart…
But, we all share common characteristics..characteristics of being a Mumbaikar…we love local trains ..(no buts and ifs)…we love eating roadside bhelpuri and panipuri….we hate rains most of the times.. all the dahi-handi, holi mania, ganpati and diwali craziness…all the bargaining at fashion street and linking road, we love playing cricket on road and rickshaws with bollywood songs…....love it love it love it..
By the way...Only if you are not in India, one can know how important a rickshaw is…I terribly terribly miss rickshaws..the pleasure of getting into a rickshaw when you step right outside your house and the pleasure of taking it to a distance ranging anywhere between 1 mile to 100 miles in a price that is affordable to a common man is enormous and incomparable…
Three cheers to Mumbai and the spirit of Mumbai.. The city of rich and poor, home to all people all around India..city that has given everyone that came to it an oppurtunity and a way to find what they aspired for.. city which sprung up to life in 2 days whenvever a natural or man made calamity has tried to destroy it..city where you are related more to a neighbor than your relatives and a city where people call themselves as "Mumbaikars" rather than identifying themselves as "Maharashtrains" or "Gujuratis" or "South Indians" or "Punjabis" or "Bengalis" or anyone else...
Love you Mumbai ...
Mumbai with its crowd, hustle-bustle from early, very early mornings to late, very late nights, and all the hungama makes me feel “at home”. Right from VT (now CST) to Kalyan and Churchgate to Virar ..I just love it…And yes I do firmly believe that Bombay extends right all the way upto Kalyan and Virar. The boundaries don’t cease at Mulund and Borivili for me…people up there lead a very much Bombay life and are very much Mumbaikars…And this I am saying not because I am from one of those places..(I am from Goregaon) but because once you step out from Mumbai and know what a non-Mumbai life is…you realize what is a Mumbai life and who are Mumbaikars?...
I have always enjoyed every aspect of a Mumbai…BEST buses to over crowded local trains, vada pav stalls to continental breakfast at Oberoi…the zeal and zest of the city keeps it moving…moving real fast. You meet all kinds of people here…people that sing bhajans in trains, people that travel 3 hours to reach office, people that throw pan spits on the road and building corners, people carrying 4 mobiles, fisher women in local trains shouting “machiwaali”, door to door bhajiwaalas and the six sigma business model dabbawaalas, dressed up people at Nariman Point, the share dalals with tika on foreheads at Fort, the executives getting restless in their accords trying to get to office in midst of traffic, bollywood actors, politicians, people rallying in Azad maidan, others taking their kids to show gateway of india and elephanta caves, people fighting in big queues for railway tickets, buses and taxis…not to forget about the big queues at siddhivinayak, people hanging of the trains, corner paanwaalas…different colors, different personalities..all mumbaikars at heart…
But, we all share common characteristics..characteristics of being a Mumbaikar…we love local trains ..(no buts and ifs)…we love eating roadside bhelpuri and panipuri….we hate rains most of the times.. all the dahi-handi, holi mania, ganpati and diwali craziness…all the bargaining at fashion street and linking road, we love playing cricket on road and rickshaws with bollywood songs…....love it love it love it..
By the way...Only if you are not in India, one can know how important a rickshaw is…I terribly terribly miss rickshaws..the pleasure of getting into a rickshaw when you step right outside your house and the pleasure of taking it to a distance ranging anywhere between 1 mile to 100 miles in a price that is affordable to a common man is enormous and incomparable…
Three cheers to Mumbai and the spirit of Mumbai.. The city of rich and poor, home to all people all around India..city that has given everyone that came to it an oppurtunity and a way to find what they aspired for.. city which sprung up to life in 2 days whenvever a natural or man made calamity has tried to destroy it..city where you are related more to a neighbor than your relatives and a city where people call themselves as "Mumbaikars" rather than identifying themselves as "Maharashtrains" or "Gujuratis" or "South Indians" or "Punjabis" or "Bengalis" or anyone else...
Love you Mumbai ...
Welcome to Self Transcendence
“Hello Everyone!!!”…
It looks like an output of you first java program…doesn’t it? And it is giving me the same satisfaction too!!! Seeing my first blog published is no less satisfying that seeing your first java program work…!!! If you are from a non-computer/non-programming background and don’t understand what I mean here…don’t bother…just read on… ;)
To start with, first I would like to thank a zillion to my friend dipti (find her writings at dipsrandommusings) who has inspired me to start my own blog.
What follows is a brief introduction to me and my blog… My first assignment in school was not much different than this…I still remember my first grade teacher asking me to write 5 sentence composition on “Myself”…Am sure you must have been through similar exercises too…And since then we learn to introduce ourselves on all our “first days” in school, college, university classes and offices. Interestingly though, this definition of yourself keeps changing with age and times…Introductions are all about how we perceive ourselves and how we want others to perceive us…Some definitions of yourself that you want others to know and others which you feel are better kept to self than announced…How we identify ourselves is also not very simple…Who you are and what you want in life are two questions that one should keep asking himself/herself all the time. I firmly believe that these two factors help you to lead a successful and satisfying life...
Who you are?
I know how to identify myself when I am in office, at a party, when I am with colleagues and when I am with friends or relatives. Who I am at my innermost level of conscience is what I am trying to find through my blog. I would try to write my thoughts down and try to understand me through various things I use to define myself. In day-to-day life and in your routine, there go so many things that are left unthought-of, thought of but not identified, identified but not expressed. So many things about yourself that you may want to know…discover. I am trying to voice them here…You are welcome to join me in this process and then in turn discover yourself too…
What you want?
Unless one is clear about what they want, life is directionless. What I want and how I can accomplish what I want….Some needs that need to be addressed…Some needs that need to be discovered while you are discovering yourself…The most common need is the strive for improvement…Improvement in whatever they do is what most of us would like to have…Ability to earn more money, earn money faster, work faster, run faster, talk better, listen more, read more, dance better, sing better, cook better, have a better house…and it goes on and on…everybody needs some improvement…This I call is “Self Transcendence”. Though self transcendence is something people usually refer to in theological and spiritual sense only…many people like me have extended this thought to think of it as the process of self discovery and betterment.
So welcome to Self Transcendence...
It looks like an output of you first java program…doesn’t it? And it is giving me the same satisfaction too!!! Seeing my first blog published is no less satisfying that seeing your first java program work…!!! If you are from a non-computer/non-programming background and don’t understand what I mean here…don’t bother…just read on… ;)
To start with, first I would like to thank a zillion to my friend dipti (find her writings at dipsrandommusings) who has inspired me to start my own blog.
What follows is a brief introduction to me and my blog… My first assignment in school was not much different than this…I still remember my first grade teacher asking me to write 5 sentence composition on “Myself”…Am sure you must have been through similar exercises too…And since then we learn to introduce ourselves on all our “first days” in school, college, university classes and offices. Interestingly though, this definition of yourself keeps changing with age and times…Introductions are all about how we perceive ourselves and how we want others to perceive us…Some definitions of yourself that you want others to know and others which you feel are better kept to self than announced…How we identify ourselves is also not very simple…Who you are and what you want in life are two questions that one should keep asking himself/herself all the time. I firmly believe that these two factors help you to lead a successful and satisfying life...
Who you are?
I know how to identify myself when I am in office, at a party, when I am with colleagues and when I am with friends or relatives. Who I am at my innermost level of conscience is what I am trying to find through my blog. I would try to write my thoughts down and try to understand me through various things I use to define myself. In day-to-day life and in your routine, there go so many things that are left unthought-of, thought of but not identified, identified but not expressed. So many things about yourself that you may want to know…discover. I am trying to voice them here…You are welcome to join me in this process and then in turn discover yourself too…
What you want?
Unless one is clear about what they want, life is directionless. What I want and how I can accomplish what I want….Some needs that need to be addressed…Some needs that need to be discovered while you are discovering yourself…The most common need is the strive for improvement…Improvement in whatever they do is what most of us would like to have…Ability to earn more money, earn money faster, work faster, run faster, talk better, listen more, read more, dance better, sing better, cook better, have a better house…and it goes on and on…everybody needs some improvement…This I call is “Self Transcendence”. Though self transcendence is something people usually refer to in theological and spiritual sense only…many people like me have extended this thought to think of it as the process of self discovery and betterment.
So welcome to Self Transcendence...
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