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In the last few years, we’ve all become more passionate about our culture, traditions, and history. And honestly, that’s a good thing. Knowing where we come from is important. Our roots matter. Our heroes matter. But here’s a serious question, while we keep looking back, do we know where we are heading? Everywhere  from street corners to Parliament, we keep hearing names like Maharana Pratap, Shivaji Maharaj, Rana Sanga… Great warriors, true legends. They should be respected. But how are we showing that respect? By just shouting their names in speeches? Or by actually living by their values, courage, honesty, and standing up for the people? Let’s talk about what’s going on today. In Parliament, the temple of our democracy, instead of talking about jobs, rising prices, farmers’ struggles, women’s safety, and broken hospitals, One recent incident that comes to mind is when Parliament — yes, the temple of democracy — spent time discussing a comedian’s vulgar jokes. His words may have ...

Dear Leaders, On the day of Ugadi — a festival that is known by different names in different parts of our country, I wanted to wish all our leaders with a different kind of message. Some time back, I was reading Chapter 16 of the Bhagavad Gita, where Lord Krishna explains something very deep and important. He says that in this world, there are two kinds of human nature, the divine and the demoniac. People with divine nature show qualities like honesty, humility, non-violence, compassion, calmness, and care for others. They don’t run after power or praise. They work for the well-being of all. On the other hand, people with demoniac nature are filled with pride, anger, lies, hatred, and ego. They want control, they enjoy spreading fear, and they divide people. They don’t understand what is right and what is wrong. They only think of their own gain. This is not just a spiritual message. It is also a mirror for those who hold power, and for all of us who follow leaders blindly-especially o...

  We had a long stay here—almost a month—and it was truly a wonderful experience worth sharing. You don’t need to check the clock at Vaidyaratnam. At exactly 6 AM, there’s a gentle knock on your door, and there stands Gopi, ready with your choice of morning coffee or tea. Then comes a peaceful walk in the herbal garden, surrounded by colorful flowers, chirping birds, and a cool, refreshing breeze. You meet fellow patients—some enjoying the morning air, others on video calls with loved ones—all with a smile of satisfaction, feeling the relief from their pain. The nurses here are both friendly and firm, ensuring you never miss your medicines. They appear like clockwork, reminding you to take them before meals, after meals, or whenever needed. And just when you think you have a moment to yourself, there’s another check-up—BP, blood work, or a quick consultation. Your day gets busy with treatments from highly skilled and humble therapists. Their expertise is impressive, and their dedic...

  Rekha's health was falling apart. She suffered from relentless joint pain that had no clear cause, and migraines that struck like a hammer, leaving her helpless for hours. No amount of allopathic treatment seemed to work. Doctors prescribed medicines, but nothing brought relief. The pain and exhaustion took over her life, making even the simplest tasks feel impossible. Her office work suffered—leaves became frequent, deadlines slipped through her fingers. At home, things were no better. Chores piled up, the household sank into chaos, and frustration grew. She was trapped in a body that refused to cooperate, struggling every day just to keep going. Rekha had been suffering like this for the past four to five years. The constant pain, exhaustion, and failed treatments had drained her completely. As her condition worsened, she found herself withdrawing from everything—her work, her responsibilities, even her family. Most of the time, she was too unwell to engage in conversations or ...

Rekha and Amit’s marriage was an arranged one, but in this modern age, it was hard to believe that they had never even met before their parents introduced them. No long conversations, no romantic dates, just a few formal meetings where their families sat together, watching them like hawks, while they exchanged shy smiles and awkward words. And before they could fully process it, the wedding was fixed. The reason for the quick wedding? A subh lagan was coming up in the next month, and their families didn’t want to miss it. So, without much delay, preparations started, and soon enough, Amit and Rekha were standing together as husband and wife. At the wedding and reception, everyone admired them. Relatives and friends whispered, “ They look like a match made in heaven! ” People gushed over their chemistry, though in reality, they were still strangers to each other. They had barely spent time together, but now, they were bound for life. Amit, a nature lover at heart, wanted their hon...

I was searching for a senior professional for a role when I came across someone with an impressive background—an IIT graduate who later pursued an MBA from IIM. After a brief exchange of messages, he called me while traveling from Gurgaon to Bangalore. We agreed to have a detailed chat during his drive home from the airport. For the sake of this story, let’s call him Ram. Ram had a warm, confident voice, and we connected instantly. We spoke about his career aspirations, but the role I had in mind didn’t interest him. However, he was kind enough to refer a friend. That was a separate story. What mattered was that we hit it off well, and by the end of our conversation, he suggested meeting for dinner the following week. The evening arrived, and Ram brought along his cousin—let’s call him Sam. As we settled into our seats, conversation flowed effortlessly. At one point, I joked, “So, you must be one of those guys who work 90 hours a week and barely have time to even look at your wife.” He...

Once upon a time in a silly little village called Sugandhpur, people had a very unusual way of talking—they communicated with farts! Every toot and poot had a special meaning, and believe it or not, their conversations were just as meaningful as if they were using real words. One sunny day at the bustling bazaar, a girl named Meera was picking out fresh coriander when she caught a whiff of something delightful. “Pffft! Prrrrt!” went a pleasant sound that smelled like citrus and sunshine. “Wow! Someone just said hello with a fart!” Meera thought, her heart doing a little happy dance. She turned around and saw Arjun, a tall guy with a bright smile, nodding at her. With a playful grin, he let out another gentle puff: “Prrrrt! Who are you?” The sound was as friendly as a puppy wagging its tail! Not one to be shy, Meera replied with a sweet little toot that smelled like jasmine flowers: “Toot! I’m Meera. Nice to meet you!” Their fart conversations were just beginning, and they both giggled ...