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I hope you all will resonate with the same feeling when I say that no matter how much we converse in different languages, speaking in one’s native has a unique essence. That was my sole motivation to learn Mangalorean Konkani, and I thought of giving it a try. 😊 While trying to learn Konkani, I could not find a relevant language guide(s) available on the internet or offline stores. We did take several trips to the Sapna Book Houses, Blossoms, Bookworm, and other bookstores throughout Bengaluru, but all in vain. It was the same case even with local book shops in Mangaluru. Goan Konkani versions are available, though. That is when I decided to share my learnings when I develop a fair grasp of the language. Learning to speak Konkani has been an exciting journey so far. Having a supportive family helped me pick up this new language. So, all thanks to my Bammoon, Amma (mother-in-law), and Aanu (father-in-law). 😊 If you are someone from the Konkan coast or if you are already conversant wit...

Mango occupies a special place in my heart! My earliest mango memories go back to my childhood in a small town called Karimganj in Assam. My father's job took us there, and we spent about two years in a beautiful neighborhood surrounded by numerous mango trees giving us shade all year round. The best time was summers because we could taste the sweet fruit, right from those trees. :) Wait, but it was not all that easy. There were dozens of children living next doors, and most of us were about the same age. All of us used to have a great time in each other's company- until, of course, mangoes were in the picture. You have no idea how often the kids had banged their heads and fought with each other, claiming rights over a fallen piece of mango. If you have ever been to Assam, you would know about the famous Assam-type houses. The roofs are usually made with Tin, and they make very loud sounds if anything strikes them.  So, the deal was whenever there would be a thud sound, all kid...

Our last trip in December 2019 turned out to be a great vacation. It  was a last-minute pick after our planned Meghalaya trip had to be cancelled  amidst the violence in Assam. Trust me it was painful cancelling those  round-trip tickets for a journey that we had been planning for a long time. Call it bad luck, but this wasn’t a new occurrence. So, this time, we decided  not to expect much and just go with the flow. My husband and I wanted to experience snowfall and adorn the view of Kanchenjunga. After a few Google searches and reviews, we zeroed in on Sikkim. Having experienced a couple of painful times on our previous trips- carrying around  heavy luggage, my husband and I wanted to travel light this time. Although we  ensured that we pack a few right quality garments to keep ourselves warm. Our itinerary looked something like this: Bagdogra> Darjeeling> Pelling> Ravangla> Gangtok> Namchi> Gangtok>...

It's been a long time since I penned down my thoughts. There were too many things running in my head and didn't know how to word them out. This time it's more of a question that I have in my mind, I want to ask you all 'don't you miss the good old days?' No, this isn't an interview question but seriously if I may ask you 'where do you see yourself 10 years down the line?' I see myself using an app that delivers a boyfriend in 30 mins, or I get one free. Oh yeah! Not funny, I'm pretty sure there would be a bunch of some IIM guys sitting down and brainstorming on this concept! What have we become? Slaves and heartless fools who toil day and night for things which don't even mean anything. We spend time and efforts on items that carry no value. We have apps for every f***ing thing. Need a cab? > Apps Need groceries?> Apps Want to play a game? >Apps Need a date?> Apps Need a husband? > Apps Huh! How I miss those day...

I talk, I sleep, I eat, I breathe; like most other human beings. But I doubt who else would have such volumes of thoughts racing through their head at the same time. Credits: http://wird.com.ua/ Why is it that the world seems to be rushing around? Everything is flying fast, birds chirping and the thunder roaring. Nobody has time. We all are so occupied in our lives, we have become so much mechanical that even our heart has started behaving heartlessly. Why is it that we are always expected to be at our best? Why are we still supposed to receive A+ on our report cards? Why does everybody look for ROI in every relationship they have?  Money, cash, debit cards, transfer, discounts and offers matter more to people than anything else. People no longer consider it essential in giving a reason for leaving a job or even a relationship. Yes moving on is the most natural solution to all problems; but is that really a move, on?  I'm tired, tired of all the mechanical stuff, ...

Impossible, as they say, should be read as 'I'm possible'. Although I'm not sure how many of us follow this principle in real life. For people like me, who somehow end up choosing for the more robust paths might relate to the topic. Consciously, unconsciously or subconsciously we end up aiming to reach for the so-called unreachable things.  In my view, nothing is more satisfying than accomplishing something which everyone tags as a difficult or an impossible one. It could be anything, a new job, a new project, a new career path or even a new partner. To me, I have somehow always been attracted to the 'hard to get' stuff. Challenges fascinate me, be it in anything. Something easy to get or accomplish is no fun. The prime reason behind this is the joy I get once I achieve the hurdle. The satisfaction level gets multiplied after such a win. And the confidence that comes along with it.. oh, boy!