Innocence in Childhood

 

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Returning to "Ladies' Corner," I will now share some light-hearted entertainment with you. If you have any worries about life, love, or bewilderment, you can express them in the comment area.

I'll start out by talking lightly about my childhood today. It deals with how impolite and careless I was as a youngster, which caused me to get into awkward situations. I used to be a really vibrant and active girl. Our responsibilities increase in importance as we age. However, there is always time for enjoyment!

When this incident happened, I was in the fourth grade. I can still clearly picture how my short hair would fall just over my eyes and never had a clip or band in it. I had straight hair, but it was really silky. I was frequently seen sprinting in the building's hallway while wearing a dress. The kids enjoyed playing activities inside the structure. Two groups lived in our house: an older group of brothers and sisters, and a younger group of small children!

Our building was a really vibrant location in the 1990s. Residency complexes did not come equipped with features like a pool, a badminton court, or a garden with a merry-go-round, swings, and slides like they do today. We would either play inside the complex or wander around the neighbourhood. Both groups would have plans to visit the neighbourhood "Hobby Centre" in the evening. Because we would go on picnics and other trips, vacations were more enjoyable. However, after the vacations were through, all the pleasure and excitement vanished, and boredom and seriousness took their place. The daily schedule was monotonous and required!

It was one of those days at school when there was no time for fun. I had arranged for the kids to assemble at home after school and play some board games to make up for the dullness. Unfortunately, nothing ever goes exactly as we expect. Everyone had an excuse, and I was left alone in my neighbourhood with Umangi, a young child. Umangi was a chatty and creative five-year-old. I was passively taking in her chatter. She was discussing the birds with her mother; where they resided,from  where they obtain their food, etc. I nearly fell off my chair in response to her next inquiry. “Mummy, we have a beautiful sofa set in our drawing room do the birds have sofas in their nest too?”

Despite her innocence and naivety, I was surprised by her inventiveness and keen observational abilities.

She persisted in asking her mother:

"In their nest, how do they sleep? Are they sleeping in a bed?"

We both started laughing, and we kept laughing until our stomachs hurt. Her Mummy went to the kitchen to get some snacks for us as twilight began to fall. I gave an explanation for my absence by remembering I had some errands to run. I carried 10 rupees in my pocket to acquire some potato chips, I headed downstairs. I paid the vendor Rs 5 for a potato chip, and he gave me Rs 5 back as my remaining amount!

It was difficult to get to my floor because I had to climb five stories without an elevator. While eating my dinner and carefully climbing the stairs, I ran across Dr. Lahiri, who owned the pathology on the first level. "What are you eating?" he inquired.

Something slid between my fingers when I cried, "Chips!" I took another step forward without looking down, figuring it was only a chip that had fallen. The doctor told me to "pick up!"

As a brat, I quickly retorted, "I do not pick things from the ground."

Professor Lahiri said, "At the very least, take a look at what you've dropped."

As I had suspected, my Rs. 5 lay on the ground. I immediately stooped down and ate my own words shamelessly.

The elderly doctor began to laugh and nudged me gently with his arms. I was now blushing with embarrassment. As I climb the steps, I lowed my head.

"Nevermind!" said the elderly man behind my back.

We often speak without thinking in our sedentary age, which causes us humiliation. Though not overtly, I grasped the value of money and the importance of never losing it. I was trained not to eat from the ground, but I was never taught to pick up my money from the dirt. But when I noticed my Rs 5 laying there, I stooped low to pick it up. This minor experience left me with an entirely different impression. It made an otherwise mundane day more interesting. Every time I walk those steps, I think of Dr. Lahiri. After some time, the doctor sold his property and relocated. And I'm not aware of his residence now. But he lives on in my recollections.

RELATIONSHIP AND COMMUNICATION.

 

My mind is filled with a myriad of ideas as I make a mental note to get ready to write on this sensitive but enormous and contentious subject. Most aspects of what one has witnessed, the environment they grew up in, and their upbringing have an impact on how they approach their relationships, and life in general. A person will undoubtedly be affected by their family dynamics if they come from a chaotic home. He holds several misconceptions that he acquired from his early observations. His upcoming relationships will be impacted by the false beliefs he carries around. We develop a lot of relationships during our lives, yet some of them tragically end. Relationships that we are born into include those between parents and children, as well as those between siblings, cousins, uncles, and aunts. In these relationships we have no freedom to choose, we can choose whom we want to befriend and have the liberty to choose our spouse irrespective of whether it’s an arranged/love marriage.
Studies reveal that man cannot exist in isolation hence society was created. Every community has certain rules to observe and taboos to obey to live in peace and decorum, as well as with respect and love. Marriage was founded as a result of certain taboos. We will largely discuss the relationship between couples here.

The people we date and marry have a big impact on our lives. God's creation of the human being, which includes both man and woman, is incredibly challenging to understand. We need to understand the principles governing the body and mind to comprehend a man’s or woman's psychology. Depending on how many hormones are secreted, the endocrine system, or hormones, controls an individual.
A woman has emotional, creative, and romantic tendencies. A man, on the other hand, approaches life with more pragmatism. A man is domineering, egotistical, and difficult to satisfy. Man thinks with his head, or, to put it more colloquially, "between his legs," whilst a woman thinks with her heart. He thinks about sex constantly, and it dominates his inner thoughts. Since God designed them that way, neither we females nor they can change it. I should also point out that women occasionally exhibit timidity, whimsy, and stubbornness. And romance rules her head.

To put it simply the chemistry between a man and a woman is complex. The woman waits for her man to praise her, share his feelings with her, and be a part of her man’s life. The man does just the opposite. He will never admire her criticise her, and never be vocal about his feelings and emotions. Knowing these differences. It’s difficult to be on a common page for both of them. The conflicts of interest begin from here.
After cooking and doing her daily chores, a wife fantasizes that her husband will surprise her with a gift and be romantic because it's their wedding anniversary. But the husband, who has issues at work, returns home frustrated. He has no desire to think about an anniversary. He arrives home exhausted and hungry to find his wife's hopeful smile has turned into a frown. In this situation, men and women must communicate well. Both must put themselves in the other's shoes to understand how they must feel and what their day might be like.

Women have a preconceived notion that men are reluctant to communicate their emotions and lack the phrases to win women over. It is only an idea. The psychic talents of men are not like that. Men don't have time for trivial emotions. He merely desires to be laid down. He believes it is the right time to get laid when a wife adores and caresses her husband. However, the wife does it for her emotional intimacy; this build-up eventually progresses to the last stage of sharing a bed so that she can devote her entire self to her lover. They are both distinct in this way.

I have only so far talked about the physical side of a man and a woman's relationship. Let's now discuss the need to establish a relationship. The castle won't be constructed overnight. Building it is extremely painful and laborious. If a man works hard to earn his relationships. It is built by a woman with suffering, giving, and endurance. Any young couple's early marriage has numerous twists and turns. If each challenge makes the connection stronger, it will endure for a very long time. However, if the relationship thread becomes tangled up in trivial matters, it won't be able to withstand the test of time.

I'll use one as an illustration. This girl meets the male during a matchmaking event, and they immediately fall in love. Despite the arranged nature of the union, both parties had a deep love for one another. This boy needed marriage to satisfy his cravings. (As was previously said, the girl's love was similar to that of every other girl.) Starting a new marriage involves getting to know and exploring the other. They were saddled with the care of two children after a hasty pregnancy within four years of marriage. The in-laws did not allow their son to be in charge of the kids because of his youth.

The grandparents and the kids' mother shared full parental responsibilities for raising the kids. Although he had just recently become a father, he was still in no position to take care of responsibility. The wife and young toddlers suffered as a result of the father's unwise choices in friends. She started making concessions and sacrificing her needs for her spouse and children as a result of the responsibilities of raising her children. The wife and kids suffered because of the husband, who lost all family respect. For the in-laws, the daughter-in-law was a maid and a nanny to their grandchildren. She was not taken as their mother.

The young woman, as she matured, could now comprehend every member of the family. She survived by exercising patience and understanding. She never let her in-laws' opinions affect her parenting. She instilled in them straightforward yet profound virtues via perseverance, hard labour, love, and care. Her husband, who would never let her leave the house, was on one side, and her children were on the other. She made a patient, persevering effort to gain the respect and love of the family. nevertheless, in vain. She has her children's affection after ten years of suffering, devotion, and dedication, and they recognise and value the suffering their mother has endured.

As he gets older, her hubby is growing more relaxed. As her husband ages, he becomes more mellow over time. With time, he has come to understand that friendship belongs outside rather than inside. He now values her and thinks that the majority of his free time should be spent with the family. Ten years did not fly away in a split second. Every day was a new struggle and a trial. But with patience, she bore it, always thinking a day would come when she would enjoy the fruit of her endurance. She did not take the escapist route of aborting the relationship and walking away. She believes easy decisions are not the right or best solution to the problem. She made the tough decision to work on the relationship. It was because she loved her children and her husband dearly. Every time she saw them, she would melt, strengthening her to have more forbearance to stay and keep the family intact.
Today, her spouse and kids respect her efforts and are aware of every choice she makes. This woman successfully and calmly used self-defense while maintaining her dignity. She chose her words carefully. She never spoke more than was necessary. She never started a fight, but when someone provoked her, she understood how to respond with a couple of subtly worded comments.

Let's now discuss communication. Be succinct in your language; express yourself rather than in general terms. I always say that I can't understand what's going on in my head if we don't communicate. Nobody has a readable, understandable display monitor mounted on their forehead. You must verbally express yourself if you are irate, hungry, or unwell. It's crucial to choose your words carefully. Declare your intentions clearly and carry them through. And communication must indeed be honest.

Both verbal and nonverbal communication occurs. Use your eyes to communicate. Words cannot express what a look, a glance, or even a wink can. We frequently find ourselves speechless and unable to respond. When that happens, a hug or a firm handshake works as a reassuring sign that your support is there and you are aware of the situation.

Giving a response can't always be helpful, but silence is frequently more valuable than words. We develop this skill of nonverbal communication through practice. It's not always best to respond with a tit-for-tat. Silence doesn't necessarily indicate that you've lost it. It may also imply that you should not respond to their pointless speech.

No matter the topic, especially this one, I am by no means an expert. What I have seen and felt is what I have written about. Some of the insights I've seen have occurred in the neighbourhood, among my friends, or even within the family. I've come to understand that being understanding of one another's wants and difficulties can strengthen our connection. A partnership should have a lot more qualities, and these qualities can grow with time. Since it is impossible to cover everything, I have simply written what I know. On a personal note, I'd want to conclude by saying that all it takes to make a relationship work is to be a nice person; if you do that, everything else will fall into place like the parts of a jigsaw…

Prayers'

 

Everyone who believes in God will concur with me that one should start the day with a brief prayer of thanks to God for having waked up to such a lovely day. Think about how productive and fruitful you want to be with His assistance as you pray. Man cannot move a twig without God's help and His will, however, if the Almighty's will is by us, we can move mountains with faith, leave alone twig.

I've prayed regularly ever since I was a young child. I faintly remember Mummy praying even before I started going to school. She would pray for us while bending her head to the ground. I don't recall ever going to the play school, but I do recall my Prep I school days.

I remember from school that a day started with a morning prayer. Morning prayers were held in the classroom when I was in primary school. The morning prayer was done in the auditorium later, following class two. Additionally, we attended morning prayers in the church while in high school because it was connected to the school by a garden.

The church was unique. It was beautiful, with some musical instruments and a grand piano. An elevated podium was there, from where the bishop would send out the morning message through prayers. Every corner of the church emitted peace and solitude. At the centre of the hall were neat rows of benches in two columns. The church was very huge and had many entry and exit points.

The school bell would ring every day at 7:45, and we students would queue up to go to church. We would enter the church with order and decorum. Prefects walking back towards us repeatedly prompted us to lift our feet and walk rather than drag them. We would go and sit on the benches in orderly rows in silence. The hymnals would be handed out by the chapel usher. The Bible's verses would be read aloud by a teacher who would arrive and take a place at the podium. We praised God and sang songs. 15 to 20 minutes would pass during morning prayers before we split off and went to our schools. Our school day started in this way, and it gradually went by.

Even today, I am very attached to the peace and harmony of the church. The morning prayers in the church were the best part of the day. Sometimes our class teacher would leave it to us to conduct the morning prayers. We read related articles for a better understanding of our fellow students and wind up the prayer session with hymns and songs for the exaltation of God.

Reading the scriptures in the church piqued my curiosity. Even if it was only a few lines, I would make sure I was selected to read whenever our class teacher called on us to lead the chapel. I've ingrained this in my reading practices going forward. I occasionally get confidence and morale boost from reading in front of an audience. I should also add that these early morning prayers gave me the desire to follow a religious and spiritual path. It strengthened my faith and gave me a better knowledge of the power of the Almighty, and I came to believe that if we prayed fervently and honestly, miracles could happen.

If miracles did occur, I also knew in my early school years that we would be punished for our wrongdoings. There was also the fear of God. The guiding values in life that I established during my formative years included never lying and always acting justly and fairly in all situations. The sole purpose of this site is to remind people of God. to commit our life to show love and care to everyone we come across. Most significantly, if we are taught these straightforward yet profound values and ideas when we are young, they will stick with us throughout our lives. They will make life a lot simpler and more comfortable for you. God never promised us that life would be a bed of flowers, so I'm not suggesting it would be, but He did promise that if we always maintain a strong faith in Him, the world will be a better place to live.

The Toy Piano.

As time passes, we encounter countless individuals; some remain strangers while others grow to be significant and close members of our lives. Everyone has an impact on us. You never know whether someone you've known for a while will have an impact on you for the rest of your life. In a similar vein, events in our lives have an impact on and aid in the development of "ME." I'll also talk about the people we overlook, despise, loathe, admire, and/or love as we travel through life. They are all important in our life. There are both positive and negative effects that a role might have on us. Any impact on us cannot be disregarded.

My neighbours had a big influence on me when I was a kid. Those neighbours were more than just neighbours. We used to play games, act in plays, do group studies, and participate in sports when we were kids. Conflicts over little matters, such as refusing to share belongings with other siblings or friends, were typical. This makes me think of my pink toy piano. The best toy I had was this toy piano.

Music has always been a significant influence on my life. In school, during my singing classes, I would be mesmerised by the way my music teacher’s fingers danced on the keyboard. She played the tune and we children sang to her tune. It had been a month since I was pleading with my father to get me a toy piano. On the pretext that I would share my piano with other neighbour’s children, my Papa got me a piano. I had promised him that we children would take turns and play the piano.

I don't remember why I wasn't in the mood to share my toy piano with anyone one day. While I was playing at his house, a toddler in my neighbourhood wanted to play with it. When he sobbed and reached for my pink piano. I hurried back to my room. I dashed into my house and slammed the door tight, preventing him from stealing my piano. As I opened the door, I heard the toddler's cries and saw his little finger jammed between the door hinges. I was terrified of having to give up my piano as a punishment after seeing his hands covered in blood.

His mother and a few neighbours rushed him to the doctor. I was just 7 years old at the time. I was terrified of confronting my parents about what I had done. When he returned home, his finger was bandaged. I cried as I apologised to him and offered him my piano to compensate for the anguish I had caused him. I felt embarrassed for myself for days.

This minor occurrence in my childhood taught me a valuable life lesson. Papa taught me that injuring another human being was a severe offense to commit at any age. My little lesson was to share and care for everyone. The most important effect was that I grew more sensitive to other people's feelings and hurt. Empathy occupied a significant portion of my adult life. I knew what it was like to be in pain. Even now, I recall how it must have felt to be a toddler, and I am conscious of how it has aided my development into the person I am now. 

The Road To Recovery

My previous piece, Impatience or Patience, was well received, and I received a few responses. Some found it inspiring and motivating, and one of the comments suggested I write about anger management. I know very little about the issue, so reading and writing about it would be unethical. Because it will be a copy and not the original. Yes, I can write about fury because in movies, when the protagonist becomes angry, a lion's scream is heard in the background; he grabs his fist, his eyes turn bright red, and his entire body quivers to control his rage

To become angry is to punish ourselves for the mistakes of others. If you are furious for an extended period, you must remind yourself that if you are upset, you must maintain a frown and not smile, not speak to anyone, remain rigid, and not relax. Who wants to stay like this, not smiling or relaxing? I think not many! Only an idiot would not want to laugh and have fun. This reminds me of the lonely Shyamsundar and his fits of rage. His rage destroyed his life. He had fought up a classmate over a trivial matter while in school. When similar occurrences grew common, his pals began to avoid him, and Shyamsundar eventually lost all of his friends. He gradually slipped into bad company. His parents had given up on him.

They were never allowed to give him parental advice or reprimand him. No one wanted to befriend such an ill-tempered person, so his fury became his lone companion. He married, but his wife left him after a year. He was frequently fired from his job, and he was always on the lookout for a few. He gradually got lonely and depressed. His rage would be right on the tip of his nose. He would explode like a bomb at the slightest stimulus and beat up everybody in his path. 

He's been trying to control his fury and change his ways lately, but his life has become increasingly chaotic. His wrath would cause him to lose control and become aggressive. He's fiddling with his shirt collar today as he waits for his appointment at the psychotherapist's chamber. He recalls every element of his life in his tale to the therapist. He is becoming more conscious of his mistakes and how they have impacted his life.

Along with counseling and self-awareness, he will gradually grasp what his bad temper has done to him and why he has to do better. Now the only question is how he will deal with his rage. The psychotherapist suggested he take up sports such as judo or karate to help him express his rage. Meditation will help him control his rage and remain calm. Shyamsundar is on the mend. His recuperation will be determined by how faithfully he follows the regime. The therapist also gave him music and colour therapy. I hope it works and Shyamsundar lives a happy life with his family and loved ones.

DRUG ADDICTION

I used to get afraid as a child whenever I saw anything about drugs or drug addiction. I was terrified of drug addicts because of how they behaved and how filthy they were. Things gradually became clearer as I read more about them and saw them on television, and I was less afraid of them...

As a child, I vividly recall how ecstasy and drug addiction were presented in Hindi films. Even today, the shattering of an apple or the bite of a scorpion on the tip of the tongue remains frightening. Later, when I began walking to school with my companions, we noticed unclean men sitting on their haunches, burning small pieces of paper and inhaling the smoke.

I afterward saw men inserting a syringe into a nerve in their hand. "So much pain, and what are they getting in return?" I'd think. All of this seemed weird for a mind as young as nine years old. When I was on my way to tuition with my elder sister one day, I noticed someone on the pavement engrossed in their bliss and summoned the confidence to ask my sister about it. She was initially uninterested, but eventually responded,

"When we get home."

I couldn't persuade her any further. I was growing impatient with my classes and couldn't concentrate. After an hour and a half, we arrived home. I approached her and stood next to her, fidgeting with my outfit. My sister emphasized to me that what they were doing was extremely dangerous and that I was too little to comprehend or understand what was going on. She told me not to talk to them, look at them, or take anything they offered.

Her voice rang in my head after our little conversation. I recall her first sentence:

"They were using drugs."

The word "drugs" kept popping into my head. What exactly was this drug? They felt like needles penetrating their skin.

 

What I didn't realize was how much fun they were having! I finally understand what the joy was all about. It was a joy that was ruining not only them but also their family, friends, and everybody who loved them. Today, I understand how it must have started.

To begin with, they must have been in poor company—friends who could not be trusted. They should not be trusted with their life. Everyone's life has ups and downs. Whatever the situation, we must remain strong; no weak thoughts should enter our brains, especially if our friends are not good company. This devil may enter our life during a period of depression or a conflict with a family member. It all starts with giving it a go. "Try it out and see if you like it." It will transport you to the sixth heaven."

It gradually gains control of your thoughts, and the worst part is when it begins to bother you with physical discomfort. Drug addiction has entered your life and will remain if you are not resolute and brave enough to resist it. After all the pleasure it has provided you, the moment has come to repay it. A small amount, of drugs no longer provides the same level of pleasure as it once did. You must gradually raise your dose. If you're lucky, you won't die from an overdose. Friends who used to give you these pills for free are suddenly asking you twice as much for a modest amount. Your change vanishes into thin air. You start stealing money from your house. To meet your demands, you steal from the household. And this suffering never comes to an end.

Leaving your family and loved ones to weep and lament your death. Life is valuable. There is no room for experimentation with such lethal medications. Why do we require a substance to get high? Our satisfaction with loved ones, time spent with them, work, studies, and career accomplishments should all take us to new heights. Our enthusiasm for our interests and our life goals might lead us to happiness and excitement. Life isn't all about thrills and excitement. We must sometimes take our tasks seriously. Take our life seriously and do what is right and just.

DIRECT SELLING.

Everyday new products are launched and they flood the market. In a country where the population is more than a billion its easy to make a profit and stay afloat in the business. India is supposed to be a great market for foreign enterprises. They see India as a huge market where gaining profit is a lot easier than the rest of the world. In this time of fierce competition now a new strategy of direct selling network is coming up. Here the products do not flood the shops or market area but they meet direct clients who become a member of the company and sell products among their friend circle. Today my blog is about these direct selling companies.

Direct selling refers to selling products directly to the consumer in a non-retail environment. Instead, products go from manufacturer to the direct sales company, to the distributor or rep, and to the consumer

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                      It all started during the nineties… as far as I know of. Tupperware was the first company that bought this concept of direct selling. Every Monday there would be meeting and training programs to train the new joining members and recruit them. It was compulsory to place an order to rs 4500 and the company would gift kits of its own products . This kit was used for demonstrating product features and utility. Soon it became a hit and every household was using Tupperware products.  Likewise, Amway, Oriflame, Avon, etc flooded the market.

                   

                      This new marketing concept worked on the concept that the margin the shopkeeper was getting was cut off and the company sold it's good to direct to consumers. This made the product cheaper. Secondly, these companies did not spend money on advertisement instead their market was captured with the word of mouth. Since most of the members were housewives who were targetted by the company the word from the mouth not only make them believe in the product but also increased the sale.

                     There is always a saturation point and the market slowly forgets these companies but a company is always ready to take its place. Many companies come, conquered and left. New companies are always waiting for their turn to conquer the market and fill the vacuum.

                     

                      Reshma, in her early twenties, had ventured out from to rule the world with her ambitions and desires. By accident, she met one of these direct selling companies and now she desired was to rule the sector of direct selling. She worked hard and her labor also bore fruits. She became successful in no time. Direct selling bought her fame and money. After some time she reached her saturation point and started finding this work boring and she no longer took interest in her work. Slowly her companion took over her and Reshma disappeared in thin air.

                    There was also Sumana who was a different story to tell. She never could to the top in this field of direct selling. She worked with a company for five years and slowly she small amounted cheques began to dry up and finally the company was declared bankrupt and all Sumana's dreams were crushed.

                     So these direct selling companies you never know when it is going to flourish and for how long. However, a new company is always emerging to spend no time in joining it and continue as you have always worked. With the right attitude and skills, you never know where it can take you as we know the sky is always the limit.        

BLOGGING AND ME

Hello friends, I started writing a blog to fill in the time when I was free. I wanted to fill my time with constructive work. My friends encouraged me to write and write what I felt and pour my thoughts. One of my friends told me that there are people out there who wanted to hear and read all that I had to write.

Slowly my journey began and I wrote how I was feeling at that time. My second blog was about only two lines. People read that too. Since I was a beginner my blogs were very short. They lacked substance and matter. I always asked my friends about my writing. I was always trying to improve. I was always looking for my shortcomings.

One day I seriously asked my friend to criticize my blog. She never used to say much thinking I would feel offended. Today on my encouragement she openly told me that I was not providing my readers an interesting conclusion. She said my conclusion was unfinished and the readers might find it an abrupt ending.

I started to work on my flaws and my blogs improved. I started story narration in my blogs. Many gave me compliments about my style of narration.  It was a new beginning for me to write a new style for my readers which they were also appreciating. Blog writing became more fun and interesting. Once that was a hobby and now became a passion.

One day I had gone to the market and one of my Facebook friends asked me are you the  Rehana who is writing blogs on Facebook? I was a little hesitant when I acknowledge that it was me … she started to say though she had little knowledge of blogging she liked my blogs. I went on to explain to her at length what was blogging and how it is monetized.

The other day had gone to a picnic with a large group of friends and family. It was a lot of fun. We had caught up with everyone after quite some time and so it was all an eventful picnic. People who knew about my blogging business were interested to know how it was monetized and I with my lame tech knowledge explained to them. Few who understood liked the whole concept of blogging and its monetization. And yes there are always a few cynical ones who always have an extremely negative view and have nothing good to say about anything.

 I really need to put in more effort. I have to read more and more … get more knowledge so that I get more matter, content, and substance in my writing. I was also constantly reading in a way that made blogs interesting. Slowly I learned what my post lacked. I started to put in real-life examples and defined what my topic of discussion. Now my blogs were taking good shape with substance, content, and body. I was happy that my blogs were no longer short. They were interesting and my readers were liking my style of writing. My readers were growing, my view increasing and my followers were rising too. 

After writing this blog, I hope that it will help novice bloggers improve their writing in some way. My limited knowledge will benefit other bloggers. I'm excited and happy about the comments I might get, both positive and negative. What I've learned throughout my blog writing journey is that writing blogs makes them simple, straightforward, and easy for readers to understand and relate to.

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Career

Some of the choices we make in life have a lasting effect on both our loved ones and individuals for the remaining years of our lives. The two most significant choices we must make are selecting a life mate and a career. We must decide what career path we are going to pursue to sustain ourselves once we settle down on earth with our soul mate.

Let me first define a career before I go any further: According to the Oxford English Dictionary, a career is an occupation or a profession that typically requires specialised training or formal education.

Establishing a profession is among the most significant choices because formal education from high school and college as well as specialist training help us make the best choice. One can achieve financial security along with life security through these specialisations. Our professional choices shouldn't be shaped by what our parents or best buddy chose to do for a living.

The choice should depend upon our aptitude, skill, and the field in which we have a natural flair. Usually, children don't have the knowledge or exposure to make a wise choice. Here, the parent's advice becomes crucial in selecting subjects for higher secondary school. Most parents want their children to take up science and pursue a challenging career. The parents overlook the fact that the child has the interest or the aptitude to pursue it. Parents think a little bit of hard work and sincerity will help them secure good marks. What they fail to understand is that it's a lifelong decision that the child has to carry on his or her shoulders.

For a better understanding, let me use Sudha's example. Sudha, a bright student in standard 11, wanted to study the humanities since she was interested in English and history. Her parents' influence prompted her to pursue science. Science was regarded as a prominent field because everyone within their family had studied and pursued a career in this field. The humanities were seen as a straightforward discipline to pursue given Sudha's talent.

Parents will force their children to eliminate not only their child's interest but also their potential to grow. Things were done half-heartedly, neither assisting the child's development nor demonstrating her potential.

Parents are not foresighted, because it is a difficult decision to choose when a child drops out of school due to pressure or a lack of interest.

Changing the chosen stream in the middle is not only challenging, but it is also a waste of resources and time. Parents should always let their children make their own decisions. Parents are concerned that their children will make the wrong decision. In this case, the parents are overprotective and put pressure on the youngster to act with their wishes.

What can be done to ensure that the right decision is taken without jeopardising the future of the teenage student? Career counselling is the best line of action in this complex position. What precisely is career counselling?

Through career counselling, the school itself makes an effort to give students information about careers. It assists in directing students while taking into account their interests and the various academic streams. A professional path is chosen for the learner based on an analysis that helps them recognize their strengths and weaknesses.

We can select the career that is best for us with the aid of career counselling. We select a profession that aligns with our aptitude, expertise, interests, morals, and life objectives. Failure is virtually impossible, while success is assured. Performance is at its highest level.

Neel was an average student who wanted to study commerce but wasn't sure what he wanted to do with his life after that. His parents made the decision to take him to a career counsellor and were encouraging. He had a business interest, but an examination revealed that he also had qualities that made him a strong lecturer. He now teaches commerce as a professor at a reputable university. He is naturally talented at

Following career counselling, parents and students are certain of the career path to choose. Regarding careers, there is no longer any uncertainty. A pupil knows exactly what direction to go in and how to approach it. Finally, because there won't be as many difficulties with a career, life is much simpler for the student.

Birthday

Riyah had a dusky complexion with shiny black hair. Her high cheekbone would close her small eyes whenever she smiled or laughed. Her lips were full and her big mouth showed her large teeth which she was not particularly fond of. Her husky voice gave her more compliments than her beautiful figure. This is how she looked when she was young, vivacious, and full of life.

Today when she is turning seventy-five she looks old with her wrinkled face and fine lines around her eyes. Once the black hair is now a mixture of grey and silver. Even at this age, she has not lost her charm or grace. The young talkative Riyah is now much of a listener.

Alone in her room sitting by the window she looks out; sees the children playing in the garden with their father;
takes her down memory lane.  She remembers how her father used to pamper her much to the envy of the elder brother, Sohail. Sohail would tease Riyah and spoil her mood,  but Daddy was always there to cheer her up.

Her elder sister would look after her more often than her mother. Mummy was exhausted by the time Riyah was born. Riya's responsibilities fell upon Zoya's shoulders. Zoya never complained about it, in fact, she was fond of Riyah and loved her very much.

The second sibling was also a girl, Yami; she was most of the time in her own world; not very expressive, and neither outgoing nor an extrovert like the other daughters of the family. Sohail, the third sibling,  is the boy of the household. This was Riyah's family.

Riyah remembers very clearly that it was her 4th birthday when she wanted to celebrate it and Daddy was refusing. It was the first time when she wished for something and Daddy had refused her. Again and again, Daddy was saying -
" It is not the right time, maybe next year."
Riyah also recalls daddy and mummy were very sad and so were the other family members. I could remember about 15 days ago everyone was very happy and excited. Excited to welcome a new member into the family.

One-night mummy was in great pain and was taken to the hospital. The next morning Zoya took me to the hospital to visit Mummy as it was a Sunday. Zoya dressed me and plaited my hair neatly. I had not seen Mummy since the previous night and I was very excited to meet her. Zoya was saying -
" It's a boy!"
We all were very happy except Sohail. Sohail was not particularly excited as he thought now no one would love him as a new brother had come to the family.

Daddy was as always loving and gentle told him-
" Everyone loves you and will love your younger brother."
I was engrossed in my world to comprehend anything.

In the hospital, I saw Mummy. She was pale and frail lying on the bed. When she saw me she gestured me to come near her. She pulled my hands from my side and kissed it and I kissed on her cheek. I asked her when she was going to return home, and she only said -
"soon."
Zoya was holding a small baby in her arms and spoke softly -
" Look! Who has come to meet you... Riyah, see this is our younger brother."
Standing there it dawned to me that mummy had come to the hospital to fetch a baby. A bell rang at a distance and it was time to go home. We were returning home without mummy and the baby. They said mummy would return home in a few days. Tears rolled down my cheek as I bid them goodbye.

Later in the night, there was chaos in the house. It was the weeping of Yami that woke me. Daddy was frantically trying to wear his shirt. Zoya was calling her uncle to come home immediately. That is all I saw, my eyes closed and I went to sleep again.

The next morning mummy was discharged from the hospital. When I returned home from school I did not see the baby. Mummy was weak and her eyes were swollen. I went next to her bed and asked her about the baby. She said -
"Baby is unwell so he is still at the hospital."
I saw silent big tears dropping from the corner of her eyes staining the pillow. Yami took me to the other room, asked me not to disturb Mummy, and let her rest.  I took the liberty and asked her -
"Where is the baby? What happened to him... when will he return home....!"
Yami informed me that-
" Baby was on oxygen as he had developed some complications.  It will take a few days for him to return home."

In the evening when Daddy returned from work was having some serious conversation. I overheard Daddy saying that-
" such a small baby and he has to suffer so much. Pipes have been inserted in his nostrils and needles injected into his tiny wrist. I cannot see him suffer."
Mummy and Daddy were crying silently. The doctors had told Daddy that it will not be good to keep him on oxygen for long. Their expert opinion was to remove oxygen and see what happened. Daddy was asking Mummy's opinion as to what to do.
Young that I was I knew they were discussing a serious matter which made them sad. The next day when I returned from school, I saw, the house was full of women grieving.  My uncle, aunt, and cousins all had swollen eyes and they looked very sad. Zoya came to me and took the bag off my shoulder. I whispered to her -
"What happened ....  the baby?"
Zoya suppressed her cry and told me
"The baby is no more!"
I quietly went to mummy put my head on her lap, cried, and don't know when I went off to sleep.

Impatience or Patience!!?

The first thing that would come to mind if I were to construct a list of my flaws is that I am "impatient." I used to argue that's how God formed me whenever Mom chastised me for having a low tolerance for patience.

I never considered that patience might be learned and improved over time.

We are carefree, irresponsible, and stubborn as youngsters. Children are not known to have possessed the virtue of patience. We realise that things done carefully are considerably more fruitful to us than those done hastily or impatiently as we develop and life begins to take its toll on us.
It is up to us, as mature people, to cope with life's problems patiently or impatiently. Developing patience requires tremendous effort and willpower. It is not only about determination but also about being wise enough to be patient rather than impatient. Developing patience requires tremendous effort and willpower. It is not only a matter of determination but also of being wise enough to be patient rather than impatient and acting badly. According to the book of Proverbs (14:29),

A patient person has tremendous understanding, but a quick-tempered person is foolish.

Sumaira, an elderly lady in her late eighties, is seated in her rocking rocker, watching the sun set through the window. She is in a reflective mood and ponders her entire life. Images of her husband arriving late from work and her excitedly awaiting him, fussing over her attire and plotting how she will savage him when he returns. How her hasty scolding would devolve into a dispute that would upset the entire family. This carried on for quite some time. With the passage of time, a deeper understanding emerged, and mutual respect and affection replaced disagreements and tensions. 

A jerk from the rocking chair jolted her awake from her slumber. It was the cat that bothered her. Sumatra closed her eyes once again and fell asleep. Her late grandmother-in-law was reflected in her eyes. It was the morning following one of those wild nights. Grandma adored us as a pair. She'd say we reminded her of her childhood with Grandpa. "Beta, don't get so angry," she would usually say. Anger is a devil, and it will destroy your devoted family."

Sumatra used to get quite annoyed whenever their grandmother provided her counsel. Sumatra was convinced that 

"Grandma will side with her grandson and not support me."

Sumatra gradually realised that his grandmother was correct. Slowly, as the situation worsened, she realised that her husband was the family's breadwinner. He was arriving late after a long day's work, and all she did was argue with him.
Sumaira's self-awareness was sufficient. She stopped arguing, even though she was enraged, and kept her understanding and forbearance with him. She gained patience and understanding as she grew older.

Sumatra is delighted to have learned patience—patience in her love for the family, tolerance for failure, and forbearance towards her life's hardships—so that today she is happy and at peace. Giving prayers and thanks for all of her grandmother-in-law's help.

Sumatra's life has been made easier and happier by patience, not impatience. At this point, I'm wondering how difficult it must have been for her not to lash out at him and instead give him food with a smile. Please think about it and share your ideas in the comments section.

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