Mymusings

Dear Readers, While reading the paper three days ago, the headline, 'Ashleigh Barty has decided to hang up her boots!' shocked me as it did tons of others. How could someone in the top for more than 100 weeks (~2 years) who just won two tournaments back to back and was in the prime of her carrier draw out? But when she pointed out to mental and physical exertion as the obvious reasons, my respect for her thoughts were immense. To me, it also brought out a raw yet subtle truth to the picture, success grinds you to exhaustion. People overwork and never give themselves a comma to rest and revive. A time comes when full stop becomes the reality.  Sadly, even my favorite boy band, One Direction is on a indefinite hiatus because the boys couldn't strike a well balanced work-life relationship. They were on back to back sold out world tours, concerts, recordings and practice sessions that they had barely a few days for themselves. The life looks glamorous in the media but only th

 Dear Readers, Happy Woman's Day to all! Accept my cheerful greeting on this special day.  If you are a lady, then celebrate the spirit of womanhood today. Embrace the fighting spirit present in you and nurture it with love and care. If you need a break, go for it. Don't sacrifice yourself for the sake of family and the society as Your happiness also matters. YOU Matter. You deserve your space and don't hesitate while claiming your right.  If you are a guy, take some time to thank your mother who held your tiny fingers to teach you how to walk, your sister who made your life brighter because of her giggles and carefree smile reminding you of your childhood, your colleague who works with you, your lover who held your hand to travel together this beautiful journey called life. She just wants your support and love.  Love, Diksha.  (P.S. Friends, please show your support and follow me by clicking on the follow button in the sidebar of the main blog window ( Main window of My Mu

 Dear Readers, Happy Mothers Day to all the cool moms out there!  Mothers are walking angels on Earth. They wake up before the alarm clock and sleep after everyone in the house dozes off. They are the sunshine which make the small buds blossom into scintillating flowers. Words can never be the manifestations of their care and selfless love.  Well, as child our mother is the first who hears the tumults of joy and mayhems of our life. But as time fades away and one moves out from his/her abode for career or jobs, the tender connection with one's mother becomes bleak. One becomes so workaholic that calls from one's mother becomes a response sheet. She remains in the same place, throughout the years, becoming more and more grey-haired, waiting for the whole day for that five-minute call. She frets for his/her beloved's welfare but does one show even 0.01% care for her?  Dear readers, remember that she is growing old too. I think that everyday is MOTHER'S DAY. Do we really n

 The small world of mine seems to have been dwindled into hopelessness. Online classes have been called off till further notice. The reason behind these doldrums is COVID-19, which has spread its pangs on the entire India. Pathetic indeed! On contemplating deeply, the small problems   issues that I face are a mere trifle in front of the hardships being faced by the entire world. Here I am worried about my career but some people don't have access to a proper square meal of a day. The wish to travel around and enjoy the bounties of nature seems quite selfish. There exist a myriad of people who are isolated within the four walls due to testing positive in the PCR test. The taken-for-granted gift of being with family with all members smiling and blossoming in good health is definitely an ultimate blessing in a world where families- the 'heartbeat' of an individual lie shattered due to loss and grief. My soul is tormented every time I hear the death of anyone-be it a stranger or

 The recent trend of  blaming women for the atrocities against them by public figures like Imran Khan and Uttarakhand chief minister Mr. Tirath Singh Rawat makes me startle. It is like an outdated cheque on an already failing bank. With crimes in Uttrakhand rising by 22% in a year, why is not the government locking horns with the real problem? They are beating around the bush and reprimanding women whereas the real criminals are looking for more scapegoats to devour.Well, the infamous accident of Malala Yousoufzai and the obscure rule of treating two women's testimony as that of one man before some courts are enough to display the status of women's right in that country,but the statement of Imran Khan's first wife of veiling a man's eye instead of reinforcing purdah system amuses me as the idea is quite pristine. Dear valuable readers,we can't shut our eyes and WE need to question our authorities for rise in such heinous crimes.The creamy and tall claims of the poli

Dear Readers, The thought of the aim of a commoner's life makes me feel perplexed. It sometimes bemuses me to think what is the goal of every human being. We preach to achieve self satisfaction and mirth but where do we finally land? Human beings are really baffling. One is always in a race of money and prestige in reality. But when questioned about his real intentions the straight forward answer that comes is to lead a happy life.Parents work hard to fulfill all the dreams of their children but what is the use if they  don't have a single second to spare?Isn't this really sardonic?We all dream of a heavenly home but is a home without giggles and laughter a 'true home'?In my opinion it doesn't even own the distinction of being called a home. It is just four walls where one can lay their head at night- lifeless like the bricks and lonesome as the owner.  Society measures success by money.The higher the zeroes in a person's bank account, higher is the respect

  The new dawn of the year seemed promising and I thought that it had the potential to change my life. But it has dashed away all my dreams. I am still sitting with my ruffled hair and my mind is playing all my gloomy memories in a loop. I was happy on seeing the oasis of my dream but when the moments came to cherish it, I found again myself lost in the dreary mundane desert of life. The impressions were like the mirage- (hopes that my tender mind  illusioned still looks like a distant dream.) Yesterday everything seemed set and I was ready to begin a new year with double commitment to my studies and promised to let go of my egregious habit of hallucination. But I was so engrossed in enjoying the placid waves of my thought, I could not caution myself against the approaching turbulence that could topple down my sea of faith and cause a setback to my voyage. The previous morning saw all smiles on my face and it was beaming like the glorious Sun that was burning incandescently, spreading