Are spontaneous people born or made? #MondayMusings

How spontaneous are you? These words seem to be a regular form of addressing when it comes to people interacting with me in a group. If that group is necessarily created to manufacture ideas or generate action plans, then this seems to come at a faster rate. And more...

How community grows through its weakest member #MondayMusings

You must have heard in project management that the task which takes the longest time to complete automatically becomes overall project’s critical path. In communities contrary to popular belief, I feel the weakest member of the tribe defines the direction the...

Brand me not. #Blogchatter Prompt

Rebel without a cause.These words made a lot of sense to me.Always.Not that it has become cliched and may also evoke some banality in the idea itself.But the essence is what defines me.When Kala suggested (yes Blogchatter community you can suggest us prompts!) that we...

How to be a newbie in community? #MondayMusings

Community is mainly building blocks of human aspirations. Yes, if there is an element of surprise in your head over the word aspirations then you may need to read a lot more into people interactions in a group. As a newbie this aspiration is more to the tune of being...

I want to take my blog to the next level #Blogchatter

I was tagged by LeprchaunRabbit to write how I plan to take my blog to the next level. Blogging has money. That was the brief given to me when I first started blogging. Which is now almost seven years to the date. I took the brief and decided to move my closet...

Women need more time #pledgeforparity #MondayMusings

I was watching Melinda and Bill Gates over at The tonight show with Jimmy Fallon, where they were each asked a common question: What superpower they wish they had to change the world? Melinda: Time, in my field of work I have realised that women all over do so much...

A leaf out of my school personal diary #MondayMusings

I am one of your sorrows, And also a partner of tomorrow. I was twelve when I wrote this. Name of the poem was ‘Memories’. I happened to stumble upon one of my personal diaries from school. A series of laughs and tears flooded my head. The diary had been...

My Daddy taught me to be my own girl

I am one of those elusive kids who find time to speak to their parents while going from one place to another in a cab. Or when they have some work to get done by them. And each time the conversations last forever and the next few minutes post the phone call, immense...

Dear Mr. India, leave my army alone.

You know how much irritation and frustration must have hit me if I am forced into writing a post on my blog on a Tuesday. Which is not even far far related to my posting cycle. But I have literally had enough. When the so called Jat stir began in the name of demanding...

An open letter to nobody #MondayMusings

Dear Nobody, I am sitting on my bed. Watching a blank screen. Have backspaced close to three drafts already. Another one is sitting in dashboard which has all heavy words and jargon. Not in the mood to publish that tonight. You tell me how has life been? They say...