I feel sorry for ‘Sorry’ – such an abused term. When you come to think of it, it is just a word, right? It holds significance in some instance and at times, it is a mere excuse. But we humans absolutely love it as an excuse, don’t we? I use this term a lot; I mean a lot! I think of myself as a kind being, and hence, if I happen to push or ignore (deliberate), I say ‘sorry’. I say sorry for things that may not need a ‘sorry’. I say ‘sorry’ to people I am not really feeling sorry for (don’t read this the wrong way). In short, I say ‘sorry’ a lot like I have already admitted. It is my ticket to moving on, a ticket to redeem myself for mistakes and sometimes, tinged with slight sadness (maybe).
But is ‘Sorry’ the right word? Mean, is it even appropriate? Like they say, first you commit the murder and then say sorry. What is the point of it? I would say nothing. Sorry – the term originated from the West Germanic term Sore that evolved to Sarig, meaning pained or distressed. It is also known…
Predictable aren't I? Yeah, the beer pint above is a jumbo glass of sugarcane juice and all for thirty bucks! This is truly what I miss in the unbearable heat. Mumbai is peppered with these tiny sugarcane juice joints, serving fresh and yummy 'ganne ka ras'! Unfortunately, Gurgaon doesn't offer me this yummy cheap and healthy delight easily. And when it does, it's best ignored. Apart from this, my list is endless. Mumbai after all is and will always remain my home. So are you a Mumbaikar living outside of Mumbai as well? If yes, then do share that one thing you sorely miss about the city!
One with the winning team! I am never good at
keeping promises that involve spending time away from home (hubbytoo) on Sundays. Unfortunately for me,
many a blogger meets have happened on Sundays. While I signed up for most of
them, I never made it to either of the venues. My loss completely and now
I know how! And this is why I am really glad I pushed myself to attend the 'Pantene Nature Fusion Women's Indiblogger
Meet'. On a fine Sunday
morning I happily hopped into the Delhi Metro heading toITC
Sheraton, Saket. As luck would have it, I found the first Metro station
crowded, so much so that the queue for tickets snaked out till the auto stand
(not exaggerating, I swear). Plus, my Metro card had no balance and was far off
the validity date to be recharged. Thankfully He was close by to rescue me,
driving me up to the next empty Metro station. So my late entry into the meet
has ‘blame-the-mismanaged-Delhi-Metro-ticket-counter’ written all over
I was late yet when I en…
Fear Silence, for its resilient. It is supple, yet rigid too. It holds deep secrets. Of things forgotten and things left unsaid. It will crush you, crumble and burn. It will shatter you, stamp and destroy, Silently, leaving no sign behind.
Fear silence, for it, will get you. It’s cold, clammy, hands will bind you. Drown you in the shallow seas of sorrow. When no salt is left in your tears, You will be empty, not light. Fear silence, for it, will see you for who are, Leaving you no place to hide, Baring your soul to all.
In the wake of Plastic ban in
Maharashtra, thanks to a professional assignment, I met Afroz Shah. His name is
synonymous with the largest beach clean up activity in the world. A lawyer by
profession, Afroz is now a United Nations Champion of the Earth Volunteer. Over
the last three years, he, along with scores of volunteers, students and local
residents, he led the clean up and restoration of the Versova beach.
Prior to this, the beach like any
other in Mumbai was filthy. It was a dump and seemed beyond repair. My takeaway
from meeting him was how we need to think on an individual, personal level of
how we can help the environment. We cannot create physical waste and pollution,
and then blame the government. I hope to I can try to curb some waste at my
end. This is my goal for the year. What is yours?
See the beach? Its gorgeous, blue
and looks inviting! In fact, the Oliver Ridley turtles were spotted for the
very first time in Mumbai at this beach. Apparently, the turtles think of…