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The Monster should not be the Master

  The Monster should not be the Master We’ve all been there—pre-booking a cab to avoid last-minute chaos, trusting that technology has made travel simpler. But lately, I’ve noticed something deeply worrying, not just about cab drivers, but about all of us. It’s about how technology is quietly stifling our cognitive abilities. Let me share a recent experience. I had pre-booked a cab for an important meeting. As usual, the driver called to confirm he was on his way and to verify the pickup location. I politely gave him a well-known landmark and even asked which direction he was coming from, so I could guide him more effectively. He acknowledged my instructions, but something felt off—his voice was hurried, distracted. It didn’t sound like he was truly listening. When I reached my gate, the cab was nowhere in sight. I called him. To my surprise, he had already crossed my location. I redirected him again, even though the landmark was clear and easy to find. He eventually arrive...
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Who is Careless?

  Who is Careless? We often throw around the word careless – but almost always to describe someone else. “He’s so careless,” we say when a friend loses their wallet or misplaces their phone. “These kids are careless,” we mutter, watching them scatter books and stationery across the table. We even label a person careless when they fall sick, and complications arise: “He doesn’t look after his health.” Stop for a moment. Think back. How many times have you called someone careless ? Plenty, right? We all have. Probably more times than we can count. Now here’s a harder question: How many times have you called yourself careless? Some of you might admit it straight away. Some might pause and think. And others… might already be preparing a defence. Because when a friend points out your own carelessness, what’s your first reaction? You jump to justify yourself. “I didn’t have enough time.” “No one supported me.” “There were too many things going on.” We’re quick t...

The Two Sides of a Mango

  The Two Sides of a Mango There is a mango tree in front of my flat, heavy with fruit every summer. The branches lean toward the road, and the smell of mangoes fills the air. But this story is not about the tree. It is about waste. One evening, I saw several mangoes lying broken on the road. My first instinct was childhood joy—raw mangoes with salt and chilli powder, the tangy taste that makes your mouth water just by memory. I almost bent down to pick one up. But I didn't. The adult in me took over. I looked closer. The mangoes were crushed, half-eaten, or already rotting. I asked the security guard, "Why doesn't anyone pluck them and share them with the flat owners?" He shrugged. "The association has to decide. And no one wants to climb the tree." Then I asked, "Why do they look bitten?" He replied, "Squirrels. Bats. They eat half of them. Such a waste." I got into my cab, and his word stayed with me: waste . But the mo...

I have a story to tell-Song

  I have a story to tell   I have a story to tell, A story to tell. The story of my first look towards you, A true story of love at first sight.   I have a story to tell, A story to tell. The story of my feelings towards you, A true story of my love.   I have a story to tell, A story to tell. The story of my sleepless nights, A true story of sleeplessness.   I have a story to tell, A story to tell. The story of daydreaming, A true story of dreaming about you.   I have a story to tell, A story to tell. The story of hunger-less days, A true story of hunger-less days in the midst of a widespread buffet. I have a story to tell, A story to tell. The story of loneliness, A true story of loneliness and pain without seeing you.   I have a story to tell, A story to tell. The story of waiting for you, A true story of restlessness waiting for you.   Baby, accept my love. Baby, accept m...

Till I saw her-Song

  Till I saw her   A restless body and a meaningless life That's what I was Till I saw her Once I saw her, I was restless But still enjoyed those restless moments Once I saw her, my meaningless life Became meaningful A deserted heart and dull days That's what I was Till I saw her Once I saw her, my heart became a garden Waiting for the butterflies and bees to join Once I saw her, my dull days disappeared And became colourful days Hate and fear were my language That's what I was Till I saw her Once I saw her, love became my language Waiting for her to convey my love Once I saw her, my fear disappeared And courage became my language Loneliness and pain That's what I was Till I saw her Once I saw her, I never wanted to be alone Waiting for her to fill my life Once I saw her, my pain became a pleasure Waiting for her lovely words, which are my painkillers I am longing to convey my love I am longing to hold her hands I am longing to ...

"I Know" to "I Want to Know": Taming the Ego That Blocks Learning

  "I Know" to "I Want to Know": Taming the Ego That Blocks Learning Have you ever tried to teach someone who already "knows it all"? Their arms are crossed, their eyes glaze over, and every new idea is met with a quiet, deadly: "I know." In the training industry, we encounter this often. The "I know" attitude isn't really about knowledge—it's about armour. It makes people hostile, defensive, and resistant to new learning. But here's the surprising truth: "I know" isn't inherently negative. It depends on the situation and the person using it. Sometimes, saying "I know" is necessary—to prove competence, save time, or avoid repeating what we've already mastered. So where's the problem? The problem isn't the phrase itself. It's the closed posture that comes with it. The subtle message beneath "I know" is often: "Don't teach me. I've arrived." But there...

I have a dream girl-Song

  I have a dream girl I have a dream girl in my mind, Crafted from my artistic thoughts. She is the girl I am looking for. I have a dream girl in my mind, Whose eyes are more powerful than spoken words. She is the girl I am looking for. I have a dream girl in my mind, Whose nose is as sharp as an arrow. She is the girl I am looking for. I have a dream girl in my mind, Whose cheeks speak a language by themselves. She is the girl I am looking for. I have a dream girl in my mind, Whose lips are sweeter than sweets. She is the girl I am looking for. I have a dream girl in my mind, Whose face is a painting superior to the best painting in the universe. She is the girl I am looking for. I have a dream girl in my mind, Whose breast is the place where I want to rest. She is the girl I am looking for. I have a dream girl in my mind, Whose hips I want to grip. She is the girl I am looking for. I have a dream girl in my mind — When she passes by, that's the ...