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So I called up Priya and here is the chat I had with her

What is happening to newspapers is not a good thing and all but someone said print media is a sunset industry.

I saw this poster urging people to "keep the streets clean like how you would keep your house" The problem with that is .. for most, the line between streets and homes are very thin. If they are not hygienic and if they are religious then why would they take the laws of the state seriously? They fear their gods not state.. for them the world is a forum for action, not a place of things. Surprising how our leaders do not understand this. Why do they not spit in the metros? They are probably under-represented in such consumer convergence zones.

I loved this photograph. Obviously, its a mockup a replica of the real rocket. But this is a classic example of how India is trying to combine Religion with Science, the two conflicting forces. When most civilizations divorced religion from science or let's say when countries became atheistic they seem to have made progress with science and technology.  The either-or logic ( the law of non-contradiction) seems to be the preferred way of working for most countries while  India uses the Dialectic logic  ( both - and). The competency we have developed is the both-and competency which would mean inclusiveness. What we are trying to do now is embrace the Law of non-contradiction. Can we do it?  If we do it then it would be at the cost of dismantling our dominant belief system. 

RT

I fell hard for your smile, I fell harder for your words, but when you opened your guarded heart to me, I fell in love, forever yoursSavoirFail

Home is in a curve of my mom's smile, in the chatter of my daughters, in the silence between the notes, in the way my hand fits yours.

while knocking at the Devils door, you shouldn't be surprised if He answers

Anyone know a good cartographer? I just found out that no woman is an island and I have a shitton of maps to correct.

NOSTOPBUTTON .. twitter

I've always known that she wants me. Secretly. She's never said it but it's alright. I like it this way. This silent thing we have going. This quiet communication with earpopping, deafening undercurrents. White hot electricity flowing between us in an endless loop. I'm positive. Certain - that she wants me. As much as I want her. We never say it out loud. But do we even need to... ********** 'Why push an open door?' - her last status update read; posted at 7 in the evening I note as I scroll through her time line the six hundredth time in the last one hour. Why push and open door she wrote. Well it makes sense. Why indeed? Why push an open door when I can quietly walk in through her back door... (she keeps the spare key hidden under her favorite potted rose plant by the backdoor - I followed her conversation string between BFF no. 4 and her and found this silver of crucial information compressed inbetween one hundred and sixteen back and forth comments.) ...without pushing it, find my way through her two bedroom, hall & kitchen ground floor apartment in the dark and wait for her. In her bedroom. I've seen a million photos of her in it. *woke up looking like this, this morning flawless...Bitches! (just look at my perfect skin)* good morning selfie. *I wish bae was here next to me in my bed...muaaah* good night selfie. And a million other selfies she posts in between these two mandatory selfies, all throughout the day. I've a mental floor plan of her house I've put together from her *cooking in my spotless kitchen*, *chilling on my messy couch*, *look what I got?! A new hand shower for my spanking new renovated bathroom. YAY!* selfies. I think I know her house like the back of my hand. The way I know her. The way I hope she will know me too. When she finds me waiting patiently for her in her bedroom with the lights turned off and the curtains drawn tightly across her favorite sunny window where she takes her *sitting by my favorite bedroom window with a coffee in my hand and my mind on bae, oh bae...je t'aime...* I'm not sure which Bae she is refers to in this photo post. After careful scrutiny of her photos with the men in her life, I've come to the conclusion she mostly hangs out with three different guys from three different colleges. But as a rule she never hangs out with all the three together, ever. Not even once. I wonder how they don't see through it. I wonder why they don't care? I would care. Very much. I do care. Very much. I think she does this to tease me. She is such...a cocktease. Bae number 2 wrote on her *Wednesday all girls night out...dressed to kill* mandatory selfie she took in front of her mirror. I wonder why Bae no 1 and Bae no. 3 didn't take a massive offense at such an indecorous remark made by Bae no. 2. I wonder why it didn't make them furious. It made me furious. ********** I think she has a complex *restrict person* post mechanism going for her and that's why all the three baes never get to see the pictures she tags with the other two. Such a piece of work, so clever, isn't she? Most of her posts are public. She loves attention. All her profile pics and Instagram uploads clock a hundred plus likes under ten minutes of her posting them. I like everything she posts. Everything. Down to the upbeat *thanks sweetieee* responses she makes with cute red hearts and xoxos...hugs and kisses...hugs and kisses. She has so much love in heart. She gives it so freely no? Why then might she deny me when I ask her for a little...my share of it? No. I'm sure she will give me her all. I mean she gives it to everyone and she doesn't even really want them...the way she wants me. You know. ********** I've been following her for three months and counting now. Thanks to Geo tagging for making being around her...just so uncomplicated for me. Thanks to Geo tagging and her... I don't think she makes even the most innocuous post without tagging her location. She is very meticulous about checkins. Extremely thorough. Whether it's a shopping mall, a movie theatre or a party or a café. She makes sure I know where she is, even when she's at her doctors' or buying weekly supplies at the corner shop off of her lane. She knows I don't like not knowing where she is even one bit. She knows it makes me anxious and restless...sometimes, even angry. Very angry. ********** Everyday I wait for her *sappy-poetry post of the day*. I wait for it with bated breath because I know that is when she talks directly to me. And her weekly supply of Rumi-love quotes she shares with a certain passion that flames my desire for her so...I can't even... One day I looked up her sappy poetry of the day on Google in the hope it might lead me to her secret blog or some other secret archive of her writing she keeps somewhere hidden away from the glaring public light of Facebook. I wanted in on that secret. That intimate place where only few were allowed. I wanted in too. I knew it would make me feel so much more close her. What I found was dissapointing though. I found out she was lifting all the bad poetry off of blogs and poetry sites and passing them off as her own. I was dissapointed but I forgave her because well...she needed some way to let me know about her feelings. This was her way. I understand. I forgive her. What else is love if not unconditional acceptance? I accept her unconditionally; even with her plagiarism and all. I know she will accept me the same way, with my obsession with her and all. Why wouldn't she? ********** Two days back she was at a bar with her out-of-city friends in town for work. They met up for drinks. Oh yes she drinks. She has like upwards of three hundred photos of her drinking different types of cocktails over a six month span. I keep an inventory of everything she posts about. The bar was upscale and she was wearing a green body con dress with a plunging neckline. And matt lipstick and winged eyeliner and a pair of gorgeous nude stilettos. I found myself a corner in the murkier part of the bar with low lights and ample anonymity. I nursed a light drink and took my time taking her in...all of her. The view from my spot was great. I could see her sit uncomfortably close to a guy in a red shirt and blue jeans and with a shadow of a day old stubble on his face. Would this one turn into Bae no. 4 I wondered? When they left I shadowed her till her friends dropped her off at the mouth of the lane leading up to her seven storey apartment building - quiet, unmanned and deserted. I kept to the shadows as I watched her fumble for her key to let herself inside her first floor flat. I noticed how she was so perfectly unaware of my presence. But I knew it was a part of the play. She knows I'm there but what fun would there be in calling me out, now? She let me be. It's a part of the buildup. ********** Today is Wednesday. She is out with her girlfriends drinking. Wednesday night is free entry and drinks-on-the-house night for girls. She updated her Time line at 7 p.m last. No wait. She then checked into her favorite bar with her friends and posted eleven photos - ‪#‎selfietime‬ ‪#‎girlfriendsnightout‬ ‪#‎foodporn‬ ‪#‎instapic‬ ‪#‎instafun‬...all Instagram photos with exotic filters. I have this damning urge to look at her up close, in person - ‪#‎nofilter‬. Tonight i will. ********** (Tonight when I'm through With what I'm out to do The color, Facebook blue Will be the color Of a nightmare for you. Hashtag notsosappypoetry)

Women face a lot of challenges in work places. They are either made to work more and paid less or they are the receiving end of harassment. Organisations around the world have been taking steps to make sure the work place and the organisation culture is conducive for women as more and more women join the work place. Women are also being trained in many ways and encouraged to take the corporate ladder and occupy senior positions. Inspite of all this men continue to populate the Senior Executive level positions. If you read the book LEAN IN by Sheryl Sandberg she talks about how there are so many challenges women have to face starting from child birth and internal obstacles. Its a very good read and we encourage you to read it. Todays corporate life it is about endurance, toughness and sparkle. Tough enough to face challenges, have see through those challenges over a sustained period of time and be able to keep the sparkle without getting jaded. In short its the quality of Diamond is what is expected of a women. With the rise in service sector more and more women are expected to play a key role not the ornamental kind of way, which used to be what was expected earlier, but as a leading light. The accessories the women wears need to portray her drive and intent. Move over Gold. Diamonds it is.