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My happy place.

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The Internet, as we all know it, can be a vicious place to be. If you still don’t know it, well, you haven’t explored enough. Right from seeking gratification to fake news, keeping up with TikTok videos and the latest record-breaking egg, medical remedies to tips on how to build your own rocket, you will find it all. It’s brought the world closer together but it’s also taken us apart.

I am sure each of you has had days where you just want to keep the phone aside and not look at what the internet had to offer. The deluge of information can be overwhelming and a detox work sometimes but then you get hit by FOMO! In all of this confusion, what do you really do with those twiddling thumbs?

I try to detox every once in a while but I am left with my own thoughts which do not really help because they’re, if I may say so, contaminated by social media. Everything seems so peachy and perfect on social media that I start questioning the daily rigours I face in life. For once I’d like to know the challenges people face, the scars that are healing, the pain hidden behind those smiles. I’d like to know the people for who they are and not for what they want to project.

So how do you find a happy place on the World Wide Web? One that assures that it will take care of you, it will not let you down, bring a smile on your face. I found mine! Pinterest. And I cannot swear by it enough. It’s helped me through two heartbreaks, endless writer’s blocks, restless hours of melancholy, dried spells of humour, DIY craft spurts and hell, even when I wanted to drool over the hotness we can never seem to find in our daily lives. No one’s competing for attention there, no one’s trying to up the ante further, no one’s liking or commenting and if they are, I am blissfully unaware. All you find are pictures people have pinned on to their boards, private or public, and the algorithms do the rest based on your search keywords.

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Pinterest to me represents the true collaboration of how far one’s choices and ideas can go if one only has the intent of not seeking validation but instead sharing it because they wanted to. I love the quotes, life stories and confessions that you find up there! They restore my faith in humanity. Pinterest makes me come to terms with the fact that whatever be my life story, someone else is also living the same story somewhere out there, if not worse.

In a world of seven billion people, I may be unique but I am not alone!

Graciously Yours!

P.S.: This is not a sponsored post, though I wish they did sponsor me! If only. *Sigh*

Ten years on.

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It’s been ten years since our country along with the city that never sleeps, Mumbai, had come to an unexpected and grim halt. I don’t need to describe the horrors that unfolded in those three days, the lives we lost, the screams that rang through the carpeted corridors and the stunned silence thereafter. My sixteen-year-old teenage eyes were glued to the television and life had never seemed so delicate. For more than 72 hours, I spent all my time at home, sitting in front of the television, looking at live media feed of the burning Taj, the admonishment from the Department of Defence and Army for telecasting our commandos, the re-runs of earlier videos, the winds, bullet firing, glass, shrapnel and the successful but painful rescue of the hostages. I was too young during the Kargil war to remember Barkha Dutt’s reporting from ground zero. For me, this was the attack that etched itself deep, deeper and closer home than the 9/11. There were several reporters lined up outside the Taj, covering the place from all angles, trying to relay, as much information as possible, to the nation. I now distinctly recall one of the reporters – completely unaware that he’d stayed on in my mind till today, ten years later.

That young face on the television which I kept looking at, not leaving his base, forming his thoughts into words, reporting from the promenade of the Taj, trying to give us news even when there wasn’t any, stayed on with me. The ticker below read his name as Arunoday Mukharji. Times have changed, news reporting styles have changed. I moved from television reporting to news on apps and Google news. But today when people all over are attending memorials to a decade of 26/11, I can only think of the young face again, who in the face of the harshest man-made adversities kept a calm and composed demeanor to allay our fears in the best way he could.

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Yes, there is fake news and crass media reporting but there are also brave, passionate and unflinching men and women who use the skill of the languages and strokes of pens to keep us from getting blinded in the darkness of lies and betrayals.┬áTo the innumerable journalists, reporters, news anchors, camera crew and all staff associated with bringing news to us – thank you!

Graciously Yours!