Poverty (Of Heart or of Material) Making People Shallow!

In our everyday lives we come across glimpses of sufferings and poverty almost every time we cross the comfortable walls of our homes. We see people working to the last drop of sweat to earn enough to gulp down a piece of bread. It is heart throbbing when I see such people and I am sure it might be the same for you. It leaves our heart filled with grief and there is nothing that can be more atrocious than this.

Really…is that so!!! Or is there something which is even more painful. Even more arduous than watching people sleeping on the roadsides!

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Excessive Pessimism Begetting Pointless Fear

Remember that quite girl from high school who remained closed-mouth in the absence of teachers (when you use to shout out of  joy of being free), just because she “COULD” probably get punished?  Or that friend of yours who never complained about getting bullied because he “MIGHT” have to suffer even more.

There is over-abundance of such people I come across everyday in my life. Some fear making online transactions because their account might get hacked, some don’t revert back the eve teasers because they fear facing something really bad, some fear going to the ladies room if there are too many people outside and there are many such endless fears. Mostly I am surrounded by the people who are paradigm (sounds more of a positive word here, or maybe I am more optimistic ;p )of fearing petty things.

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Being Mentally Alert Is The Safest Thing To Keep Us Safe!!!

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When I was in college, I had to travel by bus for 2 hours from home. Now that the media is screaming about crime against women in public transport every other day I am compelled to write this post. Those bus trips to the college were no joy rides. To be seated was a feat achieved very rarely. Usually we stand in this rather uncomfortable position holding the bars overhead with one hand and managing our college bags in another and almost breaking our necks trying to turn away from sleazy guys standing so near you that their smell of sweat brought bouts of nausea. Though there was this rule that men were supposed to stand at the back, no one seemed to follow it. Taking the over-packed bus as an advantage, they would climb through the front door, leaving little chance for us to complain.
We had to face…

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