Spoiler Alert: I have mentioned a few of the events in short notes inside the content. All quotes are from ‘We Should All Be Feminists,’ by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie.
A couple of weeks ago, my partner ordered some new books on Amazon. She told me to read it first, as she heard great reviews about this book.
A bit reluctant, I started reading the book. I finished it within 1.5 hours (48 pages long), as I couldn’t leave it unfinished.
In this book, Adichie uniquely portrayed gender discrimination and feminism through her journey. In her words, she shed light on…
Do you love colors?
Do you love flowers?
Nature has an abundance of it. Whenever there is a favorable condition, nature covers the earth in radiant delights. It can be green leaves, tranquil wilderness, or flower saturations.
“A flower does not use words to announce its arrival to the world; it just blooms.” — Matshona Dhliwayo.
Officially, summer is stepping into Canada from tomorrow (June 20). But, even before it started, the signature of it is already evident around. One of the things to look for in summertime here is to embrace the cheerful notions nature has to offer.
‘What’s next?’ — My partner asked me to know where we would be heading as part of our daily outdoor exploration initiative.
After visiting Frenchman’s Bay, Purple Woods Conservation Area, and Seaton hiking trail, her expectation went high, and so was mine. And, after half an hour of net-surfing, we decided to go to Lynde Shores Conservation Area.
Lynde Shores Conservation Area is a 272-hectare area, established in 1972, well-known for wildlife viewing opportunities. The site is an excellent habitat for birds, including Black-capped Chickadees, White-Breasted Nuthatch, Blue Jay, Trumpeter Swan, Mallard, etc. …
Projects are tricky, time-bound, and complex. Moreover, there are a lot of moving parts here and there to manage it. That’s why approximately 70% of the organizations have suffered at least one project failure in their last 12 months.
I managed several multi-million dollar projects throughout my career journey, primarily for fast-moving consumer goods. One of my projects was to expand distribution to 39k additional outlets, adding 650 logistics and 750+ people. Other projects included brand launch campaigns, merchandising campaigns, business plan escalation, national conference, etc.
Some projects were successful, few of the projects were failures. …
My everyday life is cluttered, so I planned to remove a few things from my daily practices. And, I thought to jot down the things that are impacting this unproductivity.
Here are the top 9 things from that list. I believe most of them will coincide if you also decide to make a list of unproductive notions.
It is a list only, and of course, I’m not considering making changes in all of these practices at once.
Hence, multitasking leads to attention deficiency, lack of quality, and unproductivity.
What it does is we come up with a structured plan that…
“The real question is not whether life exists after death. The real question is whether you are alive before death.”
It is almost the starting of a workday in Canada. The streets are yet quiet at 6.00 am, and the rain is about to come. Ah, I wish this another working day to pass by!
To embrace the weekends or to pass along the discomfort feels at the beginning of a workday?
If that’s the case at your end, the following lines are for you.
If you live long enough and work till your retirement, the possibility…
inside the red fluid circulated flow, the flash of living thrives, and our functioning rolls into the gasped aspects of the living, unrelenting yet connecting to the surrounded souls to be soaked in sunlight paths and moonlit silver touch
onto the busy cacophony of the illusions, our heart and soul mingle sometimes and often clash to contradict our mindfulness, often confusing in the baize background of the stillness
we forget what we are up for
we don’t listen
we ignore the true background score
and embed in the wrong party song of life, often
embracing the silence of the world…
Children, the effortless noisemakers of the world,
they giggle, conduct funny things,
show strange expressions, boundless joy, effortless natural cry,
complains and points out the unique complexities of the world
that adults don’t think about,
an honest view of the world in their tiny pure eyes
parents, in their adult pants,
the pillars of comfort and protection,
the control freak, the monitoring machine to the kids,
the supply force to fuel up the childish energy of the kids,
the shells to protect from troubles,
the mature eyes to show the beauty of the world,
the minesweeper to alert the dangers,
the wheels, running behind…
the fallen leaves or muddy roads inside the shaded pathway
covered inside the wilderness shadow
clasping the soil with roots and life thriving
in unison, the heart and soul synced onto the melody and tweeted sounds
wooden skeletons, foliating green corners,
a silence, yet the loud presence of tranquility
merged within the neighbors of the green
soaked elegance of mother earth
from the top of the trees to the bottom of the roots,
in the small ponds, in the bushes,
creatures, hidden or brave, like the squirrels
holding the breath of nature inside
green is beautiful,
and its embrace will keep…