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Choose The Right Fight For Self Empowerment

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Choose the right fight for self empowerment

Choose The Right Fight For Self Empowerment

There has been a lot of hustle around the world celebrities for quite some time. Everyone was just trying to settle down when #MeTooIndia picked up. Some time back, I had written a post earlier on #MeToo movement and the fears of a mother, which actually offended some torch bearers of this #MeToo. Anyways, this is what we call right to express our thoughts and viewpoints. Isn’t it?

There were women all over India, mostly celebrities, raising voices (against celebrities) almost every day. Early morning Twitter updated tweets … “Ab agla kaun?” (Who will be the next one?) It was really upsetting reading about people who have gone through so much of negativity and violence at their workplaces. More troublesome was thinking about the plight of those people who were being falsely implicated. False allegations were being used as a tool to settle personal scores. That is how a good movement can be made to burst like a bubble. I believe that one must choose the right fight for self empowerment but oh! did I have any control over it?

Most of the women have their #MeToo stories based on their experiences at work and even home. Though here I refuse to mention how safe our girls inside their so called secure homes are! The basic of all bullying and discrimination has always been suppression of the weak; and that weakness can be financial, biological or social.

Undoubtedly, I support any voice against bullies of any kind with full zeal and faith but just one little thing irks me; Why not raise your voice against injustice at the first instance! I understand, when you are working, there are people who try to exploit you in various ways, but why do you take that nonsense? Why do you accept the bad behaviour from men in positions of power or co-workers and let them make your life miserable?

Recently after seeing a video of a few young girls laughing and giggling at the abusive language and behaviour of a gun wielding guy from ‘Lucknow’ on Twitter, I was too confused. Aren’t those girls, enjoying the sight of drunken bad behaviour just encouraging it in their own way? I was actually visualising those girls coming out with some ‘Hashtag movement’ in a few years blaming and claiming justice for mishaps on that particular night. No, I am not a woman with an orthodox mindset who believes in being a silent observer. Not looking for any controversies yet the fact remains that as a young girl, during my teens and twenties, I have slapped eve teasers right at the spot when they tried to misbehave with me on the road.

As a working woman, I had many times complained against a married senior at my workplace, to his wife about his ill behaviour. After which he stopped talking to me and all other females. That’s fine but for our generation more important was to control the situation without creating a hue and cry and mind you that didn’t make us cowards or weaker. We didn’t belong to a global village thus were more concerned about saving our small communities by making other women in the surroundings aware of the predators roaming around instead of causing hustle.

Times have changed, now we have our lives governed by internet. Social media is powerful enough to easily spread the word through hashtags but nipping the basic symptoms of an illness in the bud is much better a strategy than to allow it to be a full blown disease and then then plan for a major surgery.

As working women, there are times when you need favours from others so you conveniently ignore his/her misbehaviour. That is where you invite trouble. That ‘will sort out later’ attitude turns out to be the major encouragement to the bully. Pardon me but I think that makes you equally responsible for what happens with you later. Hey! Why not raise your voice against harassment right at the first indication of ill behaviour? What is the point coming out and blaming after a long gap of time? No girls no, stop being opportunists. You have to take your call. Either fight out injustice right there and then or just shut up for ever. It should not be that you wait for the favour to be honoured and later start looking for right moment to take revenge.

Who has asked you to be silent! Come on, stand up, speak out, fight it out with your whole might. If you are a person with high self-esteem, you must have the courage to place it above your financial or career gains. The #MeTooIndia / #MeToo movement hopefully is here to stay but I fear the use of social media as a weapon can misfire. All of us need today, to make use of right judgement to know real rage from fake.

“Fighting for others right is a virtue but choosing the right fight is a skill that does not come easy.”

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5 Rules to be a better ‘Man’ and control workplace sexual harassment

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5 Rules to control workplace sexual harassment and be a better ‘Man’

My dear boys, (yes, you will always remain boys to me)

The recent workplace sexual harassment and ‘MeToo’ controversy made me write this open letter to all my students.

In the previous more than two decades, we interacted a lot. Each one of those interactions have borne wonderful fruitful insights to me. All through those years, I tried my best to make an extra effort to bond with you all at different levels. We have shared our hearts, discussed various tricky and ‘Hush-Hush’ issues with equal ease and comfort. Hmmm! but wait, did we ever talk about the ‘taboo’ topic of ‘workplace sexual harassment’! I doubt.

When I was your teacher, you were at a very young and impressionable age. It is such a proud feeling to find all of you excelling in your personal as well as professional lives. Now that you are all grown ups, in the wake of the latest ‘MeToo’ controversy, I feel like sharing my thoughts with all of you.

This open letter is to remind each one of you that ‘YOU’ as individuals have inherent greatness, potential to love and respect everyone (read ‘women’) around you at all given times. Believe me my boys, this world needs better men so that the incidents of workplace sexual harassment could go down to the minimum.

Here I have to share five rules for all the men like you to follow and  gift each and every woman around you a secure happy place to live and work in.

5 rules to control workplace sexual harassment

Rule 1 

·        Never infer meanings of simple acts

Remember my boys, when your co-worker agrees to go out with you for a cup of coffee or a drink, please do not infer in any way that she wishes to have sex with you. The girl who agrees to go out with you has no plan to get raped. She goes out with you because she considers you to be a safe and interesting company. Stay one.

Rule 2 

·        Never victimize a victim

Any co-worker who shares the harrowing molestation experience with you is surely in need of your help. The reason she opens up with you is that she sees the strength of character in you, which will make you stand for her. Stand true to her belief. If you ignore her or refuse to stand for her, that would make her a second time victim.

Rule 3 

·        Show empathy

There may be times when you know that someone is being victimized in your workplace. No, you don’t have to be flag bearer without the consent of the concerned individual. Try to speak to the person and show your support if the victim plans to open up but please do not force your revolutionary thoughts on someone who is not ready. Any such over initiative can make things difficult for both of you. Remember it is primarily your co-worker’s battle not yours.

Rule 4 

·        Do not judge

If you come to know of any such unfortunate incident in your workplace please do not be a party to gossip and character assassination of the victim. Never ever even think of taking advantage of someone’s misfortune. If you cannot do anything positive to support the victim, at least stay away from passing judgement about someone whom you don’t know.

Rule 5 

·        Be the change you want to see

Today you may not be in a position to take on the predator due to some personal compulsions but tomorrow when you will be there, ensure that you create a safe and happy workplace for the employees. Till then your smallest gesture of respect and being a conscious ally can do wonders to the confidence of your suffering co-worker.

Boys, I understand that you have worked hard to reach your present place and practically speaking it will be a foolish act to throwaway all, just in support of some co-worker. You must speak and only when you are required to. Stand up but ‘safely’ for someone who can bring some positive change around.

‘Sexual Harassment is common not normal’

The root of all such acts of workplace sexual harassment is ‘desire to be powerful’. It is this desire to control that violates the sanctity of humanity. Sexual harassment at the workplace is a common phenomenon in all societies all over the world but that doesn’t give you a licence to be part of them. It is common but not at all normal. As a responsible member of a respectable society and workplace, it is your duty too to bring about a change.

As my ‘boys’, I handover this responsible task to each one of you to bring about the small changes in your workplace to make it a happy productive heaven filled with smiles and bonhomie. Remember, few years from the present day you will have your own kids stepping out for their workplaces. Make them carry on the legacy of a loving, respectful and open work atmosphere instead of closed glass cabins stinking of dirty secrets.

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My ‘Boys’, never ever let anyone raise this MeToo banner in your workplace. Ah! That reminds me, have you checked if your work place is following ‘Vishakha guidelines’!

Share with your friends and family my 5 Rules to control workplace sexual harassment and be a better ‘Man’. 

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Miracle of Ho’Oponopono

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Ho'Oponopono

Miracle of Ho’Oponopono

I had been off radar for almost two months due to a sequence of health issues. In the month of May, I had a brush with death in the car accident making me almost immobile for a month. Then came in the latest addition in my long list of age related health woes, Cervical Spondylosis. I know, no big deal at the age of 52 but despite having a high pain threshold, this condition was really bad.

I had always been trying hard to stop feeling anything in my heart and be numb for a while, but let me tell you, a numb arm really sucks. For the first time I was thankful to God for the pain and sensations because not being able to feel anything is nothing less than a painful death.

Struggle is my middle name

I had always been struggling to achieve one thing or other all through my life. Last few years saw me struggling for weight loss, peace, love and compassion. I had been trying my best to bring calm in my mind and heart. From morning till night I had been trying various guided meditations and chanting but nothing seemed to work at all to control the never ending stream of negative thoughts which were filled with regrets, sadness, self blame, stress, being wronged and guilt. Recently I was at my lowest low and had begun to contemplate renunciation of world.

Universe listens to the wrenching hearts

I am a regular with videos of Sadguru Jaggi Vasudev, who talks logic with a great sense of humor while discussing spirituality for the worldly beings. While watching those, I hit upon a YouTube channel ‘SynchroShakti’ by a young girl named Kartika Nair. This channel discusses the power and miracles of an ancient Hawaiian prayer, ‘Ho’Oponopono’. “Anything to stop my brain from busting and bring calm in my heart”, I thought and read about Ho’Oponopono online.

Yes, the ‘Universe’ decided to respond to my wrenching heart through Ho’Oponopono and brought the much sought relief to my aching heart and body.

What is the core thought of Ho’Oponopono?

This prayer is based on the core thought that there is nothing outside us. We are a microcosm in the macrocosm. Everything that is happening inside or outside us is all happening in our mind. We can clear our mind by acknowledging our responsibility for all that is happening in and around us. This can be accomplished by understanding the four thoughts Ho’Oponopono are based upon…

  • Repentance… I am sorry.

  • Forgiveness….Please forgive me.

  • Gratitude….. Thank you.

  • Love…… I love you.

After discovering the prayer, just out of the dire need to chant something positive I began reciting it. This chanting opened up my mind to the fact that I am not what I think I am. I am much more than the woman full of physical and emotional pain. To be free from my emotional and physical blockages all I needed was to apply the prayer to myself.

I keep chanting …

I am sorry. Please forgive me. Thank you. I love you.

My words were not addressed to anyone so I opened up to my own faults. I was suddenly accepting my responsibility for everything that was upsetting me. All that was happening or had happened in the past was all creation of my conscious and subconscious mind.

So now what should be done?

I needed to apologize to myself, forgive myself, say thank you to the Universe for manifesting my positive thoughts and begin loving myself.  Oh! yes, another thing that I think of a lot these days is about myself in a parallel world. That I will talk about in the next post.

Yes, I did all this one whole day. Any thought that agitated me was shut down by the Ho’Oponopono prayer. In just one day my negative thoughts were clearing up. This prayer became a diversion for my mind to shoo off all blockages, negativity, stress and emotional triggers.

And the miracle happened….

Almost overnight my cervical pain was gone. I slept like a baby. Woke up fresh at 5 am without any alarm. My swollen ankle pained no more. In just two days I restarted my walks. After a painful gap of two months, I am now back to my work.

Today in about four days time I am physically healed of all the pain. My energy level has got better. I pray forgiveness for all the harm, I caused to my physical and emotional self.

So where is the miracle?

Miracle is that I have a clearer mind, more focused towards the personal goals of my life. Miraculously, my karmic and mental health is improving. I am getting ready to manifest all that I had always dreamed. It is making me let go of the past and no more anxious about future. My conscious mind is becoming aware of the beauty and peace in every little moment of life. My heart no more begs for sympathy or love. I can easily switch off my mind from the negative emotions triggers in daily life.

Above all, I find a smile on my lips all the time because when you accept yourself, universe blesses you with miracles.

Miracles Happen

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Miracles Happen

How do we define the word ‘Miracle’? The dictionary meaning is, “An extraordinary and welcome event that is not explicable by natural or scientific laws.”
Yes, that is right. Miracle cannot be explained thus easily attributed to divine intervention. I had always been experiencing miracles since my childhood which made me believe ‘Miracles happen’.
As a child I have beautiful memories of a lot of spiritual activities taking place in our home. We were active members of Shri Satya Sai Sewa Samiti way back from 1976 to 1987 in Chamba, Himachal Pradesh. From morning meditation sessions and Prabhaat pheri to 48 hours Sankirtan marathon, I participated in all.
Those were the days when we used to meet people narrating miracles happening in their lives in the forms of sprinkling of Vibhooti and honey droplets on the framed pictures in the pooja room. It was very confusing hearing and seeing all that. How I wished such things would happen in our pooja room too.
One fine day, it did happen. There was kirtana going on and I could see Vibhooti and Amrita (Ash and water droplets) emerging in front of my eyes. Was it a miracle! May be yes or may be no, but it surely was an answer to my silent prayers to see all that happening in my home. That day was just the beginning of various other such miracles happening all over our place.
It was in 1978 when I first went with my parents and a big group of devotees to Puttaparthi for Baba’s darshan. At that age, I was too young to have unwavering
faith on anything or anyone as I was questioning and challenging things and moments all the time. I had a skin trouble in the form of multiple warts all inside my toes and one was really troublesome as it was itchy and bled. I don’t know why, but I felt ashamed to tell about those warts to my parents. Only my maternal grand mother knew about it since she too had similar ones all over her hands and feet. That was like a shameful secret of my life.  Oh! please don’t ask me why, because even I won’t know the answer. I laugh at myself now thinking about the foolish ideas of perfection, I nourished in my mind then.
The day we had to go for the ‘Darshan’, I prayed secretly in the morning for two things. First one was to cure me of those ugly looking and painful warts and second was that one of my favourite teachers, who always took pleasure in calling Sai Baba a fake, should start believing in Baba. These were all in my thoughts and none in the group knew about my prayers.
The whole day was hectic with various spiritual engagements so at night I was too tired and slept off early. The very next morning, I was getting ready for the visit to the ashram when I suddenly realized that my slippers didn’t hurt my toes. I looked down towards my feet…… there were no signs of any warts anywhere. I pushed back my shirt sleeves….. No….. No….. Not possible…. I couldn’t believe my eyes. My arm skin was all clear. I sat down and started crying.

Was that a dream or reality?

I pinched the spot on my forearm where,  till a day back, the bleeding wart existed. Oops! I was awake not dreaming. That day my parents came to know how I had been suffering due to the those warts. Of course it took them a while to understand and acknowledge the miracle that just happened in my life.
After the completion of one week trip to Puttaparthi, I joined the school back. My favourite teacher called me on one side and asked me for a picture of Baba. “But, you never had any faith in Baba!” I was shocked.
“Yes, I never had but I read a few books on his spiritual philosophy and I believe in Baba now.”
WOW! what exactly was that?
Wasn’t it a miracle? If not, then what else is?
Miracles happen in our lives so that we should start believing in the ultimate power of spirituality and universe. They are just simple messages from the universe, “You are being cared for. Keep living, keep loving life.”
Miracles teach us gratitude and thankfulness. They are indication of hope even when everything is lost.
I am grateful and thankful to the super power of the universe to have blessed me always in one form or other.
PS. This post is the result of my refreshed belief system and in no way intends to convince anyone about anything that doesn’t pass their personal beliefs.
Soon to come…. The power and practice of Ho’Oponopono is healing me on a daily basis.

My Love Killed My Sole

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My Love Killed My Sole

My Love Killed My Sole

My Love Killed My Sole

As a kid in seventies the only dream I had was to walk in high heels. During rainy afternoons when we were not able to play outdoors, we had role play sessions. I never role played mother as she was supposed to be doing all household chores. Playing the role of a teacher was always a cause to fight for because that was the only way to wrap a sari and wear mom’s heels. My favorite was mom’s block heel bellies in white which she wore for special occasions with her beige and golden border sari. The fact also remained that I never found my mother to be ‘cool’ as she was not at all fond of wearing heels. 

I had a dream

I always dreamed of wearing high heels, higher the better. The greatest tragedy of my life was that I wasn’t allowed to wear those beauties because of my genetic tendency towards heavy posterior. My grandmother convinced my mom that I would develop a ‘bubble butt’ if not stopped from wearing high heels at an early age.

During those days birthdays were the only occasions to openly ask for a gift. A red high heel was what my heart desired. When I turned thirteen, I hinted at my dream to own a ‘red pencil heel’ as birthday gift. The scowling expression of my mom was enough to give me a shut up call. There were long sulking sessions which finally culminated in a consensus that I would be allowed to wear my first high heels after I complete my class tenth. That meant a ban for another two years. There was no way to defy the ban so life went on with flat belly shoes and a pair of brown Bata sandals with buckles everywhere.

There was nothing more depressing to team up those brown Bata sandals with a stylish Bell Bottom suits which my father used to stitch for us. Oh! tailoring, painting, cooking, stitching and all things ‘feminine’ were my father’s hobbies. He really was a multi talented man. 

My first heels

Finally, I completed my tenth board and entered college in a pair of maroon high heeled sandals. Day one, I slept hugging my high heels and after that the complete week the shoe in the box lay there under my bed. I did not feel as if I was wearing a 4 inch heel for the first time. That maroon high heel was my big shout out to the world around me that I had arrived. (or so I thought)

That bright maroon heel made me a ‘high heel kind of girl’. From 2 inches to 6, from platforms to pencil heels, I had them all. From black to beige, maroon to tan, I loved my stock.

Those were the times when in small hilly towns like Chamba, the only brand available was Bata. During vacations in Delhi, I loved visiting shoe stores and fondling the high heels with my eyes. Such were the moments when I hated living in the small towns. I dreamed of working in metros, earning heaps of money and spending all on high heels and matching bags. What an ecstasy it was to own colorful round ‘Matka’ heels from Patiala and a platform heel from Lucknow.

Heels seemed to be my personality and confidence booster. Heels made me a different person; self assured, full of confidence, eternally glamorous a girl who thought she could win over the world in just a few steps. 

With the increasing numbers of heels as my confidence increased, my mother’s fears also surged proportionately. Finally one fine day, she made me see the bulging reality of my backside. Her argument was that it was all because of my high heels but I conveniently discarded it by naming my female relatives who had big bounties despite wearing flats.

I was 19 then

The love for high heels developed into nothing less than addiction. I was walking around in my stilettos in sun or rain. I remember how once I enjoyed walking a steep incline in Shimla during heavy snowfall. It was nothing less than an adventure then. Over the period my flat flip flops also were replaced by wedge heeled ones. I was not able to walk in flats at all. My toes were so used to in a particular position that any change in angle seemed uncomfortable.

I knew that I had developed heavy backside which sometimes looked awkward in Indian salwaar suits but there is surely a difference between knowing and realizing. My decision to start wearing sarees regularly proved the saying true,’where there is a will, there is a way’. I believed that sarees look good on wide based curvy women and I proved right. I was getting complements for how saree worn with high heels made me look taller than usual. I was happy, not for the complements but just for the fact that I had succeeded in my mission. This undying love carried on for more than 30 years. The only times I didn’t wear high heels were when I was pregnant, but still I never wore flats. 

I turned 50

I restarted job in a play school and day care and that gave me another opportunity to buy latest design in formal footwear in high heels. Throughout the day I meandered around in high heels because those made me feel confident and authoritative. The tapping sound of heels on wooden floor provided the much needed kick to me in the middle age. I had no regrets despite the fact that my feet and knees had been in pain. At night I found my feet swollen.

A visit to the doctor confirmed my fears. There were bone spurs and I had Rheumatoid Arthritis. The things I had to stop was wearing heels and weight gain.

Each love affair has a shelf life

I accepted that the time had arrived where I had to let go of my childhood love for my high heels. The saddest thing in the world is to let go of your fantasies. My dream world was shattered.

Homage to my love

My Love Killed My SoleOnce a month, I take out my heels and keep them in sun. Feeding my love, I touch the leather and feel the curves of the heels with passion. I poke the stilettos in the palm to check if it is still as sharp as it was thirty years ago, when I had pressed and twisted it on top of the foot of a man who was trying to act funny with me in DTC bus. Each high heel narrates a story of my moments of confidence and self esteem as a woman.

Finding peace

At the age of 52, I am still trying hard to accept the fact that heels are my forbidden love. I do miss my sexy high heels but those can never stop being an integral part of my life. I am trying to come to terms with my pairs of cushioned walking shoes. 

The other day someone suggested me to start using Dr Scholls shoes. No way, I am not an old woman yet. I am just 52. 

My high heels killed my sole yet my soul belongs to them eternally. Life might not let you enjoy all that you love but it’s you, who can make out the best of the compromises you make. So what if I can’t wear high heels, I can always wear smart colorful walking shoes. 

Oh! by the way, My orange New Balance Shoe just got delivered. That makes five different colors in my walking shoes collection.

The Unboxed And Boxed Generation

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Boxed and Unboxed generations

Boxed and Unboxed generationsThe Unboxed And Boxed Generation

The other day my daughter was trying to explain to me the generation labels. She told me that I belonged to the label ‘Baby Boomers’ and she herself was ‘Millennial’ or ‘Gen Y’.

Hmmm, now that was a little thought provoking. Yes, thought provoking because that is the only thing I am doing these days…’Provoke every one’. Anyways I don’t bother about what everyone around says about me because patience is a virtue, least to be found in the modern world. I try to ignore when my husband too reiterates, “Why do you keep provoking everyone?” Hmmm! forget it. Who cares!

I decided to read more regarding the generation labels my daughter was talking about so that I am not ignorant about the terms new generation uses. Believe me, it’s fun to be at par with the younger generation.

In India (real India, not the Angrezi India), we talk about generation gaps and differences only when an eligible bachelor in the family decides to marry out of caste and that too without dowry or may be, when a girl in her late twenties instead of getting married, announces her decision to settle abroad and work. We Indians are capable of triggering a generation war, but have never thought of labeling generations like the Americans.

Generation Labels

The generation labels referred to by young Indians are defined by American researchers. These labels are based on certain historical and technological events. There are roughly five generations at any given time which make up a society. These are…

  • Traditionalists or Silent Generation: Born 1945 and before
  • Baby Boomers aka Flower Children : Born 1946 to 1964
  • Generation X aka The Sandwich Generation : Born 1965 to 1976
  • Millennials or Gen Y aka Me Me Me Generation : Born 1977 to 1995
  • Gen Z, iGen, or Centennials aka The Unknown Generation : Born 1996 and later

Funnily enough the characteristics of each generation label mentioned in the various websites are so specific to the western world. In context of Indians it is more about individuals and how well they manage to survive globalization. It is about our mindset and ability to adjust to the fading social divide.

The Boxed and the Unboxed

Personally speaking generations change with their outlook towards their life. In today’s modern India where change is the only constant thing, there are young people who have an obsolete mindset. I call them ‘Boxed Generation’. On the contrary there are the ones who accept change graciously and allow each living entity to grow independently. That is my ‘Unboxed Generation’.

For me these labels are not at all age specific. These two categories have nothing to do with their birth year slots. My labels are sprawled all over the ages of both the genders.

The ‘Unboxed Generation’ includes all those men and women who have tried to bring about a change in their own lives as well as in that of the family members. They vie for personal growth. These are the people who make small efforts to bring about a change in and around themselves.

My Unboxed family

My maternal grand mother was just seven years old when she got married. She used to narrate incidents, how her mother in law used to dress her up for school. She would tell us how her husband (my grand father) ensured that she did her homework without fail. Later the same lady, my grand mother, gave up every piece of land and property when decided to shift to Nainital from Almorah and later Delhi, just for the sake of children’s education and career.

My paternal grand mother on the other hand was a school drop out. After her marriage into a rich and famous educated family of Lahore, (then India) she used to be lost during family conversations because most of the family members conversed in English. She had the fire to learn new things so she hid a dictionary under her bed. The moment someone in the family used any English word she didn’t understand, she excused herself and got under the bed to look for it in the dictionary. One fine day when my grand father realized her urge to learn, he arranged for an English teacher for her.

There people like my parents who always pushed the children to be achievers in all kinds of extra-curricular activities along with academics. They ensured that their daughters were taught well to be independent. While many of their family and friends were going crazy with the thought of giving birth to a boy, my parents were busy exposing their daughters to varied art, cultures, books, music by travelling with them all around the country.

Such are the people who shaped my thought process and made me belong to the ‘Unboxed Generation’ like them.

Are you Boxed!

On the other hand there are people all around us who belong to my description of ‘Boxed Generation’ because they feel threatened if a woman starts taking independent decisions.  These are the people who look for negativity all around them and try to deliberately be as repressive as possible.

The Boxed generation loves to pass judgement on everyone but refuse to accept their own faults. They are the controlling people who are the unhappiest to see others happy.

For me there can be only two labels for generations based on our thoughts, ‘Boxed and Unboxed’. It is difficult to overcome generation gap based on age and years but when it is a mental phenomenon, it’s easy to shift. If you are open to accept change and ready to make others feel independent, you surely are ‘Unboxed’. Believe me it is easy to make a paradigm shift from Boxed to Unboxed. All we require is a little receptiveness, acceptance of others thoughts and actions. Let us all take a small step on the path of revelation of self and move on to the final revolution in ourselves. Not ‘Boxed’ but ‘Unboxed’ is the way to go.

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