Do you know what it feels like to be the last one in school? To be standing at the gate, watching all your friends leave one by one — some by cycle, some in a rickshaw, some into the outstretched arms of their parent … You stand there thinking about them pedaling home, catching…
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Both parts of this post are an entry in Blogadda’s Tribute to Dad contest, sponsored by Pringoo. CoolDad For kids who love their fathers ———- Father’s Day — another Hallmark creation that drives people to stores for greeting cards that try to spell out a lifetime of gratitude in 20 words. I have never…
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I had never played Truth or Dare until last weekend when I installed the game’s app on my iPad. We initially dismissed it as juvenile, but as the game progressed and more of us started opting to tell the truth, things became a lot more interesting. From fun questions like “What’s your most embarrassing…
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These days I am reminded a lot of Shakespeare’s “The Seven Ages of Man” from the play “As You Like It.” I had it memorized for elocution contests in school and remember being lauded for my oratory. One teacher had commented that the passion I bring to the poem tells her I “get it.”…
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This is part two of a two-part essay dedicated to my mom. Read part one here. Ma opted for voluntary retirement at the peak of her career. After committing 28 years of her life to the bank she quit at the prime age of 48. She said she needed to do it, so I…
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This is part 1 of a two-part essay dedicated to my mom. The entire essay is also an entry in BlogAdda’s Tribute to your Mom contest sponsored by Pringoo. My mom’s not the typical mother. She never has been. Ma was always there — and still never was. I served food for myself when…
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I’ve often wondered where our urge to win stems from. What prompts us to want to come first? Why is coming second or third not good enough? As a kid, I was always taught that winning isn’t everything and yet when it came to class tests or sports meets, my parents would set the…
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It is amazing how much pity I’ve garnered in the last three decades just by virtue of being an only child. From relatives to friends and acquaintances everyone has given me a fair share of sympathetic support. It has been endearing while at the same time amusing to be the object of affection of…
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