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"Time has witnessed that the Indian women is an epitome of great will power, emotional strength, courage and sacrifice. The qualities coupled in high grade education and exposure in the society is a perfect blend for an Indian woman to lead the country with not only analytical and practical approach but also compassion in the right direction. Women are capable of leading the society in the right direction and they have proved it over the years, be it Mrs. Indira Gandhi our first woman prime minister or The Indian Airforce women pilots who have rescued thousands of lives in the flood ridden regions...
All good and bad things come to an end. This is the philosophy of life. Everything has a beginning so it could end someday. And the cycle continues. We’re all born to die someday. Things just have to come to an end. I for one am a staunch believer in perfect endings. Maybe not the Nicolas Sparks novel kind of perfect or a fairy tale kind of ending. But a kind of ending that makes the entire journey worth the risk, memorable and amazing. But most of the times things end abruptly. We drift away from people in our lives without saying goodbye. We could die without having accomplished our deepest desires. We graduate with grades that are just not what we expected. Why should endings be perfect? Why would anybody want the thing that destroys them to be perfect? What is this ‘perfect ending’ that I am so obsessed with? I believe that even if it were the worst thing that could happen to you, it should at least end in a perfect manner. I remember crying and throwing tantrums during las...
I haven't blogged anything for a long time now. So, won't be writing anything 'fancy' now. Just a simple post to re start blogging. It has been 3 months since my stay in Delhi, away from home. I've had a good time so far. Just the moving out experience, being independent and being responsible for yourself, all of it is so chill and peaceful. Managing money for the month is the toughest thing possible. Almost by the end of every month I am so broke. Weekends are over when the begin and it is the only proper chilling time I get. All of it happened so suddenly that it feels so surreal. My political science prof is giving a lecture on Gender and feminism right now. I made a mental note to be more productive now. It is just that when I think about something it seems so glorious and holy and then when I write it down , the beauty of it is lost. I have a little starry book that I got from the Delhi book fair that I use as my personal diary. But I wish to officially docum...
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