Subhekshya's blog

I was on a client meet the other day. There I met a guy, from Biratnagar, who worked at the office that I visited. During the meet, the ED called him to his cabin and addressed him as “Bahadur”. Should I have been offended by it?? When I thought about it, I was not. The ED was addressing my fellow Nepali by a respectful name- “Bahadur”. It means brave/ courageous in Nepali language. Rather than calling someone who works in a pantry as “Abe” , he chose a name; a proper one!! Should I see any wrong in that?? Time to introspect now; what about us calling people “Dhoti”?? What does that word even mean?? Aren’t we ourselves judgemental on the basis of nationality?? Isn’t calling someone “Dhoti” offensive?? No one can beat us, on being overly sensitive coz our “pride” is like an open wound. It gets infected; too fast too easy. Some hot chick in a TV serial makes a random statement about “Buddha being born in India”; and what do we do?? Start a big demonstration in the streets; send ...

   If you follow ‘How I met your Mother’ like I do, you might be very well versed with the term ‘bro-code’. But, what about 'Girl's code'??  The more I thought about it, the more I was convinced that we do have codes (Trust me, they are nothing less than amazing!!) . I have tried to include these codes in the blog. Hope, you will have a good time reading it :)       Friendship before appearance.. Although, we might have completely hated the brown and black frill dress that our Gff wore during the weekend night out, we can never be blunt and say something like “You look disastrous”. We tend to un- notice small details to save something big like friendship!!   Gff and not boys!! Your friend is in a relationship and she introduces you to her guy. Your thought process goes something like ‘OMG…how did she find a guy like him?? He is hot!! I hope he has some good looking friends’. She calls you in the evening and asks you ‘So, how did...

‘It was the best of times, it was the worst of times …’ What an amazing opening of the book 'Tale of two cities' by Charles Dickens . Can good and bad exist at the same time? How can something be the most beautiful yet really ugly? Something which you hate but still love (truly, madly, deeply)...Something so wrong yet so right... Something so close yet 1000 miles apart... Something so serene yet so turbulent... May be, some questions are supposed to be unanswered. Reality is far different than perception. The fact about existence of millions colours cannot be falsified just because the same is not visible to the human eyes. What we see is just a small fragment of our imagination. The setting of the sun can be seen as fallen hopes and a dying day but can also be visualised as a beginning of something completely new. What is considered as wrong might in fact be the best thing that can ever happen to us. What one could have perceived as endless pain, suffering and misery was...

When I was small, I remember my sister saying that her dream was to own an island. I would be delighted to hear this coz it meant a lot of family outings (that too in a fab place, who wouldn't want that!!). My mother would say that one should not be overly ambitious coz it ultimately leads to unhappiness (when unfulfilled). At that time, I never knew whose side to take - my sister (with an awesome dream) or my mom (with her genuine concerns).     A dream is like a spark, an ignition coz that is what it takes to get your life started. I recently met a friend. When he shared his dream, I was awestruck; he wanted to own a personal jet. I laughed at it and asked how he intended to do that. Trust me, he had his life planned out (short term/ long term goals and so on) and I ended up saying ‘Forget that I ever laughed at your dreams, coz I would love to travel in your jet someday’. I t takes a lot of passion and courage to say something like ‘I dream of changing the wo...

This blog is dedicated to all the readers who are considering “ARRANGED” marriage as an option. I had no clue what the whole process was about until recently where I got some insights from a really close friend whom I am really thankful to J . I don’t know how many of us are aware of this, but the process of arranged marriage starts with the basics- ‘The Resume’. The prospective bride/ groom prepares their respective resume, which includes details like name, age, occupation, hobby and other additional details like name and designation of one’s grandfather and even chacha-chaci (who knows, u might be related to Dawood). It also includes some personal sensitive info like your Salary and your ‘Manglik’ status. The same is then mass circulated to the intended user.   One of my friends got a powerpoint resume from a prospective guy.   As soon as she opened the ppt, there was a thunderstorm and then appeared his name. Then, another thunderstorm and his age. The thund...

Let me share with you a very interesting piece of information. Professor Simon Critchley from New York City's New School offers classes on writing suicide note to students as part of a month long series of performances, installations and lectures called the school of death. He believes that; the only way to really learn how to live is to prepare to die. He said that if people were more comfortable talking about death, there might be a fewer suicides. He initiates discussion on the topic by reading out the suicide notes of some of the notable personalities- from Kurt Kobain to Adolf Hitler.  I did some basic research on how, why and what of suicide.  I was amazed to discover the single most important fact- Just as any other normal disease, suicide is preventive .  According to Dr. Alex Lickerman, one of the reasons of people attempting suicide is because they're crying out for help and don't know how else to get it...

When I look back at my life, there’s not a single moment that I would change. I don’t wanna jinx it by saying, but I am in love with my life.  Did I have a fairy tale story? –No. Was my life perfect?? -Indeed not. Like everyone else, I had my share of pain. I failed a number of times.  I failed to get through the medical college although my only persistent dream since childhood was to be a paediatrician (Short term dreams included marrying a Spanish Guy, being the next Jodie Foster after watching Silence of the lambs or being adopted by Bill and Melinda) To see my only dream get shattered was like being judged and told that ‘You are not good enough’.  It echoed in my ears for so long that sometimes it was hard to hear anything else.  I failed in my CA finals too (However, it’s worth mentioning that there’s a saying- If Jesus has never failed; he must try CA). I have failed in numerous assignments at work.  I have failed to meet the expectations of many peopl...