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flashback 2021 explained

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flashback 2021 explained

Hello Folks!

Entering into 2022, many of us have many important thoughts, pieces of advice, and flashbacks to share. Today, I aim to share a few Flashbacks of 2021, with you. So let’s start.

The year, 2021, started with great aspirations and a pre-planned, mode of action to be implemented, for the year through but Nature had something else in mind. All aspirations and pre-planned things took a new course altogether leading to another New year.

Secondly, everyone witnessed new transformations in the way. Some optimistic yet some pessimistic; overall helping us all through difficult times.

Thirdly, the year 2021, turned out to be an eye-opener even for the Pharaohs of time. Never think of yourself as a sole power; there is one from whom no one can escape.

Fourthly, a Flashback on 2021 reiterates that nothing in this world is permanent. You will have it now and the next moment it will elapse from the hands like quicksand. Such has been the lives of many near and dear ones in the time of COVID.

Fifthly, 2021, taught many of us that true friendships are rare. Mostly, people are here for their own gains and benefits. Only a few will see eye to eye with your passions and concerns.

Sixth, invest your time and energy with your loved ones; for you will never get the chance once gone. Cherish them, embrace them and tell them that you love them and miss the times you spent together.

Life will go on the usual way it used to but you will not have them between you, in your lives to tell them how much you miss them.

Seventhly, take out time for those who you know not and invest time in them. Be it charity work or just a call. Your positive behavior matters to them.

In the end, I would like to say that there is only one life; value it and value those who love you and care about you. There is no rewind button. So cherish every moment and be a better version of yourself with each passing day.

Think about it. Until next time, stay safe and healthy.

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INSPIRATIONS/HOW TRAVELLING CAN OPEN YOUR EYES?

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INSPIRATIONS/HOW TRAVELLING CAN OPEN YOUR EYES?

Hello Folks!

We don’t need personalities or great achievers to get inspiration. One can also derive inspiration from https://dictionary.cambridge.org/dictionary/english/inspiration common people having unbelievable qualities to make a change.

Here, is my story, how traveling can open one’s eyes to the atrocities/discrimination around us. Today, I will talk about such a person who has been my inspiration since childhood. So let’s talk about her.

I remember, Haiqa from my childhood memories of the 1980s. I was 5 years old then, traveling with my family to the U.S. My father was a government official who was deputed in the U.S to attend a study course at the University of Vanderbilt.

I had dreams as every child would have while traveling abroad, unaware of atrocities, awaiting us.

Asians and people from other Nationalities are valued with great esteem in our part of the world but to the outside world, we are bloody Paki’s or Brown Nation and may also be categorized at best as Indians as a compliment.

My first memory of Racism is an encounter at the U.S Airport. This, I witnessed and observed through the body language of my father who then was in his early 40’s as I am today.

My father very politely addressed the white man (him )as “Sir’’, and asked him how to operate the vending machine?

He jerked his shoulders and with disgust on his face went away. I was too young to determine whether he was an American or belonged to some other nationality. My small brain only knew that he was white/fair and we were brown.

I kept on observing my father and the reactions of the passers-by who mostly were white/fair people. I could not find one white person who would stop and show a kind gesture of telling my father how to operate a vending machine.

My father looked at me and smiled and said, “it’s ok darling, we are new here and people don’t understand our accent.”

I smiled back at him and nodded ok. But in my heart, I knew, there was something wrong.

I turned around and looked at different people who were gazing at us. Feeling slighted and embarrassed, I hid behind my father.

In the meantime, I had already observed a Black man standing around the corner of the vending machine observing the attitudes of the passers-by.

After some time, he mustered up the courage and came to my father and told him how to operate the vending machine. My father thanked him a lot for the help.

I was very much impressed by the attitude of the Black person and how my father described his kindness.

The only topic of our discussion on the way to the University placed apartments was the kindness of the Black person and how we should be kind to each other irrespective of our color or race or language.

The reception committee in the apartment building was very cordial as far as I can remember. They gave us a warm welcome and showed my father the apartment where he was to stay for two years during his study.

There was a park in front of the building in which we lived. My mother used to watch us from the kitchen window while we sisters played in the playground.

It was the playground where I met Haiqa for the first time.

She was being bullied by American boys and as I recalled my experience at the Airport, how it made me feel; without thinking, I rushed to her rescue. When the boys saw me coming, running towards them, they were scared and ran off.

She looked at me, smiled, thanked me and we became best friends till my stay in the U.S. She was from Ghana.

She was my crime partner in eating the snacks her mother and my mom brought but we were happy. I don’t remember her parents that much but they never said anything regarding our friendship.

I remember one particular incident of Elevators that changed my life forever. They have always scared the hell out of me. And the elevator in our building was the sort that did not open if it was closed.

Once coming back from the playground, she and I were in the Elevator. The elevator opened on our floor and she went out. She knew elevators scared me. As soon as she got out, she called my nickname and said, Sherry, “come quickly before the elevator closes”.

I was about to get out when the elevator started closing.

She could see the fear in my eyes. Without hesitation, for a moment she placed her hand in front of the closing door of the elevator and said to me not to worry and get out.

I managed to get out but unfortunately, her hand was stuck in the elevator. I tried opening the elevator to take her hand out but it was of no avail.

I told her not to worry as I will get help. I ran to my mother and told her that Haiqa’s hand was stuck in the elevator. My mother then called her parents to let them know of the situation along with the maintenance people.

We all were there when the maintenance guys took her hand out of the stuck elevator.

I thank God every day that nothing happened to her. She changed my views about life forever.

I think about her every day and recall her attitude towards people of color.

How a small gesture can change someone’s life forever. Good deeds are never forgotten and come back time and again to smooth someone’s else life.

I wish her happiness and success wherever she is and have this desire that someday, our paths meet again.

And, I can show her, how I have graced over the years from a frustrated child to a graceful lady and how her attitude towards friends and unknown people has made me contribute my life’s learning in helping people around me and the globe.

Until next time stay safe and healthy.

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FRUSTRATIONS

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FRUSTRATIONS

Hello Folks!

It’s been a while since I have been thinking to write on this topic. With the incidents going on in a couple of weeks, I suppose this is the best time to address this issue.

Today, I aim to talk about Frustrations. What might be the causes and what is it doing to people in general. So let’s start.

With the backdrop of COVID-19, most of us are stuck in our homes deliberately. Now many of us have catered for it by involving ourselves in productive activities.

Still, here are a handful of people who are very unproductive during such times. Such as children, adolescents,labour class, unemployed adults, any college, university students etc.,

The whole point of mentioning these here is that they are not utilizing their energies for productivity rather they have engaged themselves in futile activities that are leading to frustration.

Consider a typical family of 4-6 members. Leaving earning members of the family, those at home are either on some gadgets or watching something all day long.

They are the ones who need to be monitored most as parents/guardians/livelihood earners being out of the house have no idea about what is going on at the back of their(people at home) minds.

In order to know, what is going on please friends whether you are parents, couples, colleagues, best buddies, siblings, talk things out with each other before its too late.

There are many manifestations of being frustrated. Like not having someone to talk to regarding how you feel about certain things. Growing up teens and youth need someone to talk to. The best people for the purpose are the ones you are close too.

You cannot randomly just pick up someone on the social platform and start talking to him/her. Everyone has his/her sensitive points. Why bother people with what they know not of.

Also, they might not be comfortable in addressing your questions.Talking to someone you consider a friend is good but even that friend might have limitations regarding the disposition of specific knowledge.

So, dear friends, it is always better to seek professional advice if you are in desperate need. Sometimes taking the easy option out might cost you a great deal of pain before you revert to the right way.

I can advise you and suggest these things because I have learnt these over the years through experience and it is the essence of my life, I want you to have and make good use of it.

After all, I too am human and can err but the best of us is the one who learns from others mistakes rather than making new ones.

For the adults and youth who think and feel as they are stranded in this scenario, don’t lose hope.There is always the best to come. So be grateful for what you have and have gratitude for even the minutest.

And for those who are on the social platform 24/7, please breathe and let others breathe too.Someone trying to address your issues, encourage them rather than being pain in the ass for them.

They are trying to provide you a bright future, a life you can be grateful for, for the years to come. Respect them and consider them your guardian angels.

Don’t throw things at them just because they write openly. They place themselves in your shoes and respond accordingly.

Don’t show your frustrations to them. They are only trying to help you out through this community service of being there. Think about it. Unitl next time, stay Safe and Healthy.

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INSPIRATIONS/HOW TRAVELLING CAN OPEN YOUR EYES?

Hello Folks!

We don’t need personalities or great achievers to get inspiration. One can also derive inspiration from https://dictionary.cambridge.org/dictionary/english/inspiration common people having unbelievable qualities to make a change.

Here, is my story, how traveling can open one’s eyes to the atrocities/discrimination around us. Today, I will talk about such a person who has been my inspiration since childhood. So let’s talk about her.

I remember, Haiqa from my childhood memories of the 1980s. I was 5 years old then, traveling with my family to the U.S. My father was a government official who was deputed in the U.S to attend a study course at the University of Vanderbilt.

I had dreams as every child would have while traveling abroad, unaware of atrocities, awaiting us.

Asians and people from other Nationalities are valued with great esteem in our part of the world but to the outside world, we are bloody Paki’s or Brown Nation and may also be categorized at best as Indians as a compliment.

My first memory of Racism is an encounter at the U.S Airport. This, I witnessed and observed through the body language of my father who then was in his early 40’s as I am today.

My father very politely addressed the white man (him )as “Sir’’, and asked him how to operate the vending machine?

He jerked his shoulders and with disgust on his face went away. I was too young to determine whether he was an American or belonged to some other nationality. My small brain only knew that he was white/fair and we were brown.

I kept on observing my father and the reactions of the passers-by who mostly were white/fair people. I could not find one white person who would stop and show a kind gesture of telling my father how to operate a vending machine.

My father looked at me and smiled and said, “it’s ok darling, we are new here and people don’t understand our accent.”

I smiled back at him and nodded ok. But in my heart, I knew, there was something wrong.

I turned around and looked at different people who were gazing at us. Feeling slighted and embarrassed, I hid behind my father.

In the meantime, I had already observed a Black man standing around the corner of the vending machine observing the attitudes of the passers-by.

After some time, he mustered up the courage and came to my father and told him how to operate the vending machine. My father thanked him a lot for the help.

I was very much impressed by the attitude of the Black person and how my father described his kindness.

The only topic of our discussion on the way to the University placed apartments was the kindness of the Black person and how we should be kind to each other irrespective of our color or race or language.

The reception committee in the apartment building was very cordial as far as I can remember. They gave us a warm welcome and showed my father the apartment where he was to stay for two years during his study.

There was a park in front of the building in which we lived. My mother used to watch us from the kitchen window while we sisters played in the playground.

It was the playground where I met Haiqa for the first time.

She was being bullied by American boys and as I recalled my experience at the Airport, how it made me feel; without thinking, I rushed to her rescue. When the boys saw me coming, running towards them, they were scared and ran off.

She looked at me, smiled, thanked me and we became best friends till my stay in the U.S. She was from Ghana.

She was my crime partner in eating the snacks her mother and my mom brought but we were happy. I don’t remember her parents that much but they never said anything regarding our friendship.

I remember one particular incident of Elevators that changed my life forever. They have always scared the hell out of me. And the elevator in our building was the sort that did not open if it was closed.

Once coming back from the playground, she and I were in the Elevator. The elevator opened on our floor and she went out. She knew elevators scared me. As soon as she got out, she called my nickname and said, Sherry, “come quickly before the elevator closes”.

I was about to get out when the elevator started closing.

She could see the fear in my eyes. Without hesitation, for a moment she placed her hand in front of the closing door of the elevator and said to me not to worry and get out.

I managed to get out but unfortunately, her hand was stuck in the elevator. I tried opening the elevator to take her hand out but it was of no avail.

I told her not to worry as I will get help. I ran to my mother and told her that Haiqa’s hand was stuck in the elevator. My mother then called her parents to let them know of the situation along with the maintenance people.

We all were there when the maintenance guys took her hand out of the stuck elevator.

I thank God every day that nothing happened to her. She changed my views about life forever.

I think about her every day and recall her attitude towards people of color.

How a small gesture can change someone’s life forever. Good deeds are never forgotten and come back time and again to smooth someone’s else life.

I wish her happiness and success wherever she is and have this desire that someday, our paths meet again.

And, I can show her, how I have graced over the years from a frustrated child to a graceful lady and how her attitude towards friends and unknown people has made me contribute my life’s learning in helping people around me and the globe.

Until next time stay safe and healthy.

Happy Reading!

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FRUSTRATIONS

Hello Folks!

It’s been a while since I have been thinking to write on this topic. With the incidents going on in a couple of weeks, I suppose this is the best time to address this issue.

Today, I aim to talk about Frustrations. What might be the causes and what is it doing to people in general. So let’s start.

With the backdrop of COVID-19, most of us are stuck in our homes deliberately. Now many of us have catered for it by involving ourselves in productive activities.

Still, here are a handful of people who are very unproductive during such times. Such as children, adolescents,labour class, unemployed adults, any college, university students etc.,

The whole point of mentioning these here is that they are not utilizing their energies for productivity rather they have engaged themselves in futile activities that are leading to frustration.

Consider a typical family of 4-6 members. Leaving earning members of the family, those at home are either on some gadgets or watching something all day long.

They are the ones who need to be monitored most as parents/guardians/livelihood earners being out of the house have no idea about what is going on at the back of their(people at home) minds.

In order to know, what is going on please friends whether you are parents, couples, colleagues, best buddies, siblings, talk things out with each other before its too late.

There are many manifestations of being frustrated. Like not having someone to talk to regarding how you feel about certain things. Growing up teens and youth need someone to talk to. The best people for the purpose are the ones you are close too.

You cannot randomly just pick up someone on the social platform and start talking to him/her. Everyone has his/her sensitive points. Why bother people with what they know not of.

Also, they might not be comfortable in addressing your questions.Talking to someone you consider a friend is good but even that friend might have limitations regarding the disposition of specific knowledge.

So, dear friends, it is always better to seek professional advice if you are in desperate need. Sometimes taking the easy option out might cost you a great deal of pain before you revert to the right way.

I can advise you and suggest these things because I have learnt these over the years through experience and it is the essence of my life, I want you to have and make good use of it.

After all, I too am human and can err but the best of us is the one who learns from others mistakes rather than making new ones.

For the adults and youth who think and feel as they are stranded in this scenario, don’t lose hope.There is always the best to come. So be grateful for what you have and have gratitude for even the minutest.

And for those who are on the social platform 24/7, please breathe and let others breathe too.Someone trying to address your issues, encourage them rather than being pain in the ass for them.

They are trying to provide you a bright future, a life you can be grateful for, for the years to come. Respect them and consider them your guardian angels.

Don’t throw things at them just because they write openly. They place themselves in your shoes and respond accordingly.

Don’t show your frustrations to them. They are only trying to help you out through this community service of being there. Think about it. Unitl next time, stay Safe and Healthy.

Happy Reading.