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IS FEAR DRIVING US WORK LONG?

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  “You can’t do a good job if your job is all you do.” Katie Thurmes   W hen we are obsessed with our professional work - work like crazy – we are called ‘workaholics’. Obviously, it is an addiction just as alcohol or any other addiction are. This addiction is self-induced, it comes from our choice… On the other hand, when we are compelled to work in a similar manner due to the condition at our work places – a ruthless boss or work ethics – then, we cannot call ourselves ‘workaholics’… we are bonded labourers, forced into slavery… In this Post, I wish to deal with the ‘workaholism’ – the self-induced slavery to work. Work is very, very important, and, I am an advocate of hard work, long work and smart work – all. But, I know, work is not ‘all’… It is not ‘Life’… It is only a segment of life. Most of us know, by now, that when work becomes our entire life, life becomes endangered… When work goes, Life goes… So, many of us, learn it the hard way… I did. I, too, s...

EVERY MOMENT IS A NEW SEASON

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I   love the movie ‘Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara’ for more than a dozen reasons. One of them is its title itself: ‘Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara’. Next: Its inherent theme - the unique fear each of the three friends had to face and overcome in order to embrace life in its fullness. And, here is one more: Javed Akthar’s sublime poetry. I have written about all this before in some of my blogs… and, today, if I am, once again, talking about it, there is a reason for it. Pooja, my friend, had called me this morning just to thank me for sharing her article yesterday in my blog. Being a Chartered Accountant and MBA (Finance), Pooja’s field of expertise is hardcore finance. She has published a book and many articles on her subject. But, the article she had written yesterday on the occasion of ‘Women’s Day’ had nothing to do with her area of expertise...  It was about her emotional experience that had inspired her to make peace with her own hidden pain and sorrow over her ...
THE WILD, WAYSIDE FLOWERS
There is, always, something extra-ordinary in the wild, wayside flowers...