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The Science of Irritability

  Why do we lose our patience with the people we love, when we seem perfectly capable of keeping it together elsewhere? One moment, we are laughing, enjoying ourselves and dancing with friends. A few hours later, we are home, getting irritated over the smallest things. What changed? We often explain women's irritability around their periods through hormones. And there is scientific evidence behind that. PMS can affect mood, patience and emotional responses. Physical discomfort, fatigue and disturbed sleep can make things more difficult too. But what about men? Men don't have a monthly menstrual cycle, but they have their own reasons for feeling irritable. Stress, lack of sleep, work pressures and personal frustrations can all play a part. The difference is that these changes are not always as easily recognised or discussed. But there is something else I've been thinking about. Why does our irritability depend so much on who we are talking to? We can be perfectly patient wit...
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Who Decides What's Right?

  A Ramayana, a newspaper column, and a question that keeps returning. This morning's Mumbai Sunday Mirror accompanied my usual cup of tea. One article in particular caught my attention: a Devdutt Pattanaik column titled "Would Ramayana meet approval of Sanatani censor board?" At first, I thought it was an amusing thought experiment. By the time I finished reading it, however, I found myself thinking about something quite different. The article asked whether the Ramayana would survive a modern censorship board. It's the sort of question that immediately makes you smile. You can almost picture a committee sitting around a table with a checklist and a red pen, working their way through one of the oldest stories we know. Before long they would run into questions about power, violence, consent, Sita, Rama, and choices that don't sit comfortably within contemporary moral frameworks. What stayed with me, though, wasn't the censorship board. It was the uncomfortabl...
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For the rest of the Life...

On a bruised soul, a scar that'll remain, even when you forgive, the pain stays.  Wiser, smarter or alert, you may become;  the agony, like shadow simply follows.  At times, happy that the nightmare is over and then, sometimes shrivel at the lack of apathy.  What did I do wrong? He kept asking himself. Undervalued, challenged and never accepted.  Together yet separate, expectations stemming out of comparisons.  "You ain't passionate, don't dress well, nor have a car that matches a style." "Stifled for space", she argued. "You keep checking if I have reached the venue.  don't you trust me, I can take care of myself, " she yelled and scorned.  He was in love, albeit blind just concerned, she had a ride, cause its 2AM,  lil did he know, she was in happier arms,  that gave her the warmth and a ride back home.  He chanced upon some text and e-mails,  that professed love, happiness and the life together,  He knew, it was the end...
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Stay Strong!

 Stay Strong!  2020, a year that will be dreaded and remembered for generations to come. The pandemic crept in surreptitiously, got a few to cough and sneeze and then made a cacophonous announcement of its arrival.  Helpless and overpowered was the most intelligent race, until the forgotten scientists and doctors rose up to save mankind. Unparalleled support by the tirelessly endeavouring health care workers, administration, good samaritans and FMCG networks.  While all the heroics and bravery were celebrated, there were many a households that lost a member. Condolences and obituaries pouring in with the clichéd and insignificant “stay strong” messages. While passing away of a dear one is always painful, but the sudden and untimely ones, leaves one shuddering to find ground amidst the seemingly ubiquitous vacuum - sucking you into a oblivious non responsive shock.  Stay Strong fails to even kiss past the deafened ears. To a robotised human, who is on a mechanica...
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Hold on!

Life is a mystery And loved ones mysterious. Sharing all the laughter and using the shoulder to cry. Some are like a breath of fresh air, Smiling and spreading warmth. Some, humorous; making you laugh at every word that they utter. These are people, who make you who you are; Working symbiotically, pushing one another to reach their stars. And then, so mysterious they are, just vanish like the shooting star. You see them, but they are gone. And so they say, to hold on to ones you love, close to you. Cause even with your hands clasped, they will slip away like sand, when it’s time. A lesson for all, who care and would like to be cared for. The clock for each is different and we’d never know who’s running out of time. Till then; love, care, spread some cheer and smiles
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Some Stories Never End

They went their own ways, Carrying memories and love. Years went by, they built their homes and painted their lives. Etched in their hearts; memory & love.  A color missing, that’d make their rainbow. Far, yet close. Concerned and happy for one another. Keeping an eye, cause the love never died. Finding excuses to reignite, Music one time and gossip some other day. But a pretext, to check, “you are there”. Funny yet charming, they stayed apart but never drifted. Some stories, never end. Do they!
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“Social Media - A Battlefield”

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My View Vs Yours The sultry air is resonating the cries of, “Bharat Mata ki Jai” and that of “Chowkidar Chor Hain” and in air conditioned office spaces the People, who have taken a firm and perhaps a fanatical side to their likings or/and hatred, are making their fingers toil hard on their keypads and keyboards to deliver their opinion, albeit with vitriolic conviction. The Source & Fake News Egregious Opinions based on affinity and more often than not, out of half baked yet appealing information feeding mechanism have become the fuel for social media wars . So convinced are these warriors, they are blind to the obvious and shut themselves to the belief, that their political leaning is that of rationale, logic and for the "nations better".  Perhaps, a wee bit petulant too in advocating their affiliation.  The Wrong of the Rights Rights are being abused and duties seem to be in a slumber. The politically charged social media warriors; post, re-post, forwa...
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