shyam

In the ongoing debate surrounding which gender is stronger, the answer remains elusive, and it's crucial to recognize that strength comes in various forms, transcending physical attributes. As a male adolescent, I grew up with the stereotype that men were inherently more assertive and that physical strength defined what it meant to be strong. However, I soon realized the fallacy of this belief and the significance of strength in the face of adversity, exemplified by the women in my life. My mother, a symbol of resilience, shared her childhood stories of overcoming numerous obstacles and defying societal norms at a time when women faced significant challenges. She was one of seven girls among sixty students in her college class, defying gender stereotypes with her pursuit of education. As a young boy, I failed to comprehend the magnitude of her achievements and the struggles she had to endure. It was a privilege I didn't fully grasp until later in life. Meanwhile, my father,...

“Will you be able to manage by yourself in Delhi?” My mother’s concern echoed in my mind as I made the decision to move to my new job in 2014. Excitement mingled with uncertainty as thoughts of a new place, a new job, and new people filled my head. My earliest memories of Delhi were etched in my heart, dating back to the winter of 2000 when my family and I ventured there from our hometown in Hyderabad, South India. The cold weather at Hazrat Nizamuddin Railway Station took us by surprise, but we found solace in a tiny yet cosy room in Karol Bagh. Exploring the city’s diverse cuisine became a cherished adventure for us, indulging in every local dish we could find. Amidst these culinary adventures, we also explored the historical gems and vibrant markets of the city, each moment etching a lasting impression in our hearts. During a trip to Agra, I was mesmerized by the fog that enveloped the highway, making it feel as though we were passing through clouds. While journeying through ano...

 "...you should write more", was what my wife said after reading my blogs. She had no idea I could write when she first read my blog four years ago. The content of my blog brought amusement to her, and it sparked a desire in me to write sooner. However, I was indecisive about the right topic. I wrote my last blog in my first workplace during a quiet ' Tuesday '  afternoon   (those who know, know) about seeing myself in the future . I wonder if the old man is still around? The past ten years have been filled with countless memories—a whirlwind of change. I got married, became a father to a daughter, survived Covid twice, and changed jobs multiple times. I relocated to Chennai, Delhi, and Bangalore, and finally returned to where it all began, Hyderabad. In an age dominated by vlogs and podcasts, I never thought I would find myself drawn back to writing blogs. Yet, there is something about writing that continues to entice me. In my upcoming blogs, I plan to share the...