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9 days 9 colours

This is the festive season of Navratri. Navratri literally means 9 nights. This festival is celebrated to represent or remember that goddess Durga defeated Mahishasur, she fought with him for 9 consecutive days using 9 different avatars. Nowadays Navratri celebration has been commercialised. I do not have a problem with that because these festivals generate great revenue. Many communities or even small-medium artist earn a lot from these festivals. Then comes the debate of celebrating Navratri using 9 different colours. In early 2000 one of the newspapers was not profitable. As the sales declined, they came up with a new marketing strategy. They published in their newspaper which colours are to be worn on each day of Navratri. They would not declare all colours at once, rather they would declare which colour is to be worn today and which colour is to be worn tomorrow. This marketing campaign was very successful and the newspaper definitely made good profit from this strategy. Now after...

Fashion trend I hate

Fashion trends are always debatable. Each trend has its minions and haters. Fashion trends come and go. With each trend there are discussions. I am not a big fan of fashion trends. There is one fashion trend which I extremely dislike - Ripped jeans. The trend of ripped jeans began around 2016 and soon it took over the fashion industry. All celebrities were wearing and promoting them. From big brands to small ones, every brand was selling ripped jeans. Making money for tearing the fabric and selling it at a high price. Worse, people were buying them and flaunting them.  From the get go, I found the ripped jeans to be cheap. Showing skin from the ripped part looked too weird and inelegant.  To me, they looked like damaged goods. I felt that the brands were earning by destroying the clothes or by using defective fabrics. I proudly say that I never bought the ripped jeans. Trends can be ideas or inspiration. Trends should not be blindly followed. If we dislike a trend, we should f...

Social media is vile

Social media is evil. There,  I said it. I mean it. I will prove it.  In last 15 years, we have seen a rise of social media platforms. At first it was an innocent platform like Orkut, where you can make friends and write something nice to them on their profile. Then came Facebook. Initially it was about connecting with your old friends and creating new friends. It was easy to connect with your old friends who were far away. It was free. We can easily stay connected with our distant friends via the Facebook using the internet. Also we can create new friends even without meeting them in person. It was a cool and a creative idea to bring the world closer and together.  Along came Twitter (now known as X). This platform was used moreover for voicing the opinion. It had character limitation so you can maximum put your feelings in a sentence. Later, there were many enhancements to this platform leading to improving the character limitation and addition of media like photos or v...

Myth of the moth

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This morning, after waking up I immediately noticed a moth outside our bedroom window. I was intrigued. It was raining heavily outside yet it still rested on the window. It was gone within minutes. But the moth's arrival reminded me of 2 specific stories I was told. First story was told by my late neighbor. According to that story, goddess Lakshmi visits our homes in form of a moth. Whenever such moths are seen, we should offer kumkum turmeric and bow our heads.  Another story was very different from the first one. A colleague told me that our ancestors often visit us in form of moths. They stay in our homes for a couple of days to see whether we are flourishing in our lives. Then, they disappear in thin air. We never see them coming inside our homes or leaving our homes.  Both stories were astonishing. However, there is a similarity. Both stories depict the moths as outwordly and holy. Both stories tell us to respect the moths. Both stories consider them to be aus...

Impactful decoration

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I visit Ganapati pandals every year, mainly to see the decoration and to seek blessings of Bappa. This year was no different. I visited a ganapati and I was blown away by their decoration.  It revolved around oegan donation suggesting that someone's death could save multiple lives through organ donation. It included the organs that can be donated. I scene from the operation theatre. Various artwork showing how organ donation can save lives. It also provided all required information towards organ donation. I wholeheartedly support such Ganapati mandals which bring awareness towards such important topics. Kudos to the team ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿป

เค†เคคुเคฐเคคा เค†เค—เคฎเคจाเคšी

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เคฎाเคा เคœเคจ्เคฎ เคฎुंเคฌเคˆเคšा. เคฎुंเคฌเคˆ... เคงाเค•ाเคงाเค•ीเคšे เคœीเคตเคจ เคฎ्เคนเคฃเคœे เคฎुंเคฌเคˆ. เคฒोเค•เคฒ เคŸ्เคฐेเคจเคธाเค ी เคช्เคฐเคค्เคฏेเค• เคธेเค•ंเคฆाเคšी เค•िंเคฎเคค เคฎाเคนिเคค เค…เคธเคฒेเคฒी เคฎुंเคฌเคˆ. เค˜เคก्เคฏाเคณा เคชेเค•्เคทा เคœเคฒเคฆ เค—เคคीเคจे เคชाเคณเคฃाเคฐी เคฎुंเคฌเคˆ. เค…เคถा เคฎुंเคฌเคˆเคšा เคชเคฐเคฎเคชूเคœ्เคฏ เค†เคฃि เคชเคฐเคฎเคช्เคฐिเคฏ เค‰เคค्เคธเคต เคฎ्เคนเคฃเคœे เค—เคฃेเคถोเคค्เคธเคต. เคฎเค— เคคो เค•ौเคŸुंเคฌिเค• เค…เคธो เคตा เคธाเคฐ्เคตเคœเคจिเค•. เคฎเคนเคค्เคต เคคेเคตเคขेเคš เค†เคฃि เค‰เคค्เคธाเคนเคนी เคคेเคตเคขाเคš. เคตाเคคाเคตเคฐเคฃ เคฌเคฆเคฒूเคจ เคœाเคคे เค—เคฃेเคถเค‰เคค्เคธเคต เค†เคฒा เค•ी. เคฐเคธ्เคคे เคธเคœाเคตเคŸीเคšे เคธाเคนिเคค्เคฏ, เคซुเคฒे, เคนเคฐी, เคฏांเคจी เคญเคฐूเคจ เคœाเคคाเคค. เค•เคชเคก्เคฏांเคšी เคฆुเค•ाเคจें เค†เคฃि เคฎिเค ाเคˆเคšी เคฆुเค•ाเคจे เค‡เคฅे เคฎुंเค—ीเคฒा เคชเคฃ เคœाเค—ा เคฎिเคณเคค เคจाเคนी. เคชเคฃ เคธเค—เคณ्เคฏांเคšे เคšेเคนเคฐे เค†เคจंเคฆी, เค•ाเคฐเคฃ เคธเค—เคณ्เคฏांเคจा เค†เคคुเคฐเคคा เคฌाเคช्เคชाเคš्เคฏा เค†เค—เคฎเคจाเคšी. เคจเคตीเคจ เคตเคฐ्เคท เคธुเคฐु เคाเคฒे, เคจเคตे calendar เค†เคฒे เค•ी เค†เคงी เคฌเค˜ाเคฏเคšे เค—เคฃेเคถเค‰เคค्เคธเคต เค•เคงी เค†เคนे. เคฒเคนाเคจเคชเคฃी เคœेเคต्เคนा เคถाเคณा เคธुเคฐु เคต्เคนाเคฏाเคš्เคฏा เคคेเคต्เคนा เคชเคนिเคฒे เค†เคฎ्เคนी เคฌเค˜ाเคฏเคšो เค•ी เค—เคฃेเคถเค‰เคค्เคธเคตा เคธाเค ी เค•िเคคी เคฆिเคตเคธ เคธुเคŸ्เคŸी เค†เคนे. เค†เคœเคนी เคคेเคš, เค‘เคซिเคธ เคฎเคง्เคฏे calendar เคฌเค˜เคคो เคฏांเคšเคธाเค ी เค•ी เค—เคฃेเคถเค‰เคค्เคธเคต เค•ेเคต्เคนा เค†เคนे.  เค•ाเคณ เคฌเคฆเคฒเคฒा เคตेเคณ เคฌเคฆเคฒเคฒी, เคชเคฃ เคฌाเคช्เคชाเคš्เคฏा เค†เค—เคฎเคจाเคšी เค†เคคुเคฐเคคा เคคेเคตเคขीเคš เค†เคนे ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป

Contacts and connection

Yesterday, out of no wear a classmate texted me. She was from my school. In the school, we were not friends but mere classmates. We were not rivals however we were not even buddies. I was one of the top most students where as she was an average student. There were more differences than similarities between us.  We completed our school in the year 2002. We have not been in touch with each other since then. Almost after 23 years she texted me. I did not even have her number so she had to tell me who she was. I did recognise her from her name and her picture.  She told me that she was looking for a job. Since we are from the same industry she thought of letting me know. So I asked her to share her CV with me which I then shared with few of my other industry friends.  This interaction made me think quite a lot. Before talking to anyone or even texting anyone after a very long time, I always think whether it is appropriate. Because I hadn't been in touch with someone and all o...