A notification from someone who migrated to the U.S. almost a decade ago annoouncing an important change she has embraced, has given rise to this very insightful question.

Apparently as a part of gaining citizenship you are allowed to change your name. All of us can agree that we had no say whatsoever in the matter of our names. It was lovingly bestowed upon us by our parents and elders (and was hopefully a well thought out decision). But I’m sure if one has to repeatedly resort to an impromptu class in phonetics every time you introduce yourself by name to just about everyone (case in point me for the entire duration of my stay in the U.S. and every single time I travel to another country), you do think if a name that was not a phonetic challenge could have made things easier. Which is why this girl who has a beautiful Indian name which has been mangled infinite number of times changed her name. Oh and she went one step further and changed her last name to an amalgamation of her birth father and stepfather’s names, which I think is an incredibly mature and a very thoughtful gesture, since both of them are wonderful men and have shaped her life in beautiful ways. 

So if given a choice, would you change your name? 


In 5th grade biology we studied that every human being has a unique set of fingerprints

Who knew that one day using technology, we would put that unique identity to use to the extent where it would allow us to get into our offices, unlock our phones and even get a national ID.

My earliest memory about the uniqueness of fingerprints is derived from old Bollywood movies that portrayed poor farmers handing over their land deeds to tyrannical landlords and since they were illiterate, they attested the document with impressions of their thumbs or in more recent years when CSI would lift a print off of a crime-scene and run it through a database to catch the bad guys (wasn’t CSI Vegas the best?! Grism was so cool) 

I miss the Blackberry but I’m warming up to the charms of the swanky iPhone 6 and have willingly submitted my fingerprint to seal the start of the new relationship.


…… and its been a decade since I visited Rohtang Pass.

I love the Self Esteem Project of Dove. I remember Oprah featuring the “Real Women” a long time ago on her show, I didn’t realise that they had launched a full blown campaign.

Did you know women wrote over 5 million negative tweets about beauty on social media just in the year 2014?

When I watched this video I realised, I too had become a person who the minute I see a mirror, check for imperfections, pimples, freckles, misbehaving hair – instead of looking at MYSELF. This may be something so simple as hair at first sight, but to many its a real challenge. We all have things we don’t like about ourselves or at some point in time didn’t like, whether you choose to admit it or not. But its time everyone realised that we get this one body and we have to live in this skin till the day we bid adieu, WHY CANT WE LEARN TO LOVE AND EMBRACE WHAT IS TRULY A UNIQUE FACE instead of wanting to fit into a social-media-promoted-individualityless-mould? Why?

I just mentioned the TED app in my previous post and while we are still on the topic ….

………. this talk by Renee Engeln is something every single woman needs to watch. I especially love the part where she mentions that the focus today is more on the the way our body looks versus what we should truly be focussing on – what our bodies can do.

It was a nail on my head when she said that universally, every girl has figured out the pose to look best in pictures (and I happen to strike the same pose in many a photograph taken over the past 3 years) and we today worry about stuff that a few years earlier only caused movie stars and models to loose sleep over. Its a MUST WATCH.

After a heated discussion about Ramayan over cup of coffee during my break

I remembered my visit to the Sita Temple in Sri Lanka earlier this year. Apart from the time I visited the Hidimba temple in Manali, this was the only time I felt reality transition to the world of mythology. A visit to this temple made me believe that Sita and Hanuman were there, almost as a testimony to story of Ashok Vatika being burnt down by Hanuman. I understand that everyone is entitled to believe what they choose to believe but, finding a connection to one of the greatest literary works of ancient India composed approximately during the 5th century BCE which has in its entirety approximately has 50,000 verses, is pretty damn cool 😉

It was interesting to see that that soil on the other side of river was black and soil on the side in which the temple is built is red in colour. The rocks on the river have a huge imprint of footprints (in fact they’ve outlined them) which are said to be marks of Lord Hanuman’s footsteps when he landed. Also there are monkeys, inside and all around the temple.


I’m putting up the link to my favourite illustration of Ramayan that my sister-in-law absolutely swears by as the best way to teach my nephew about Ramayan. Her reasons are as follows – IT IS ANIMATED – ITS ACCURATE – IT IS AS LONG AS A MOVIE – AND IT IS IN ENGLISH.