Connecting with thoughts - My thoughts and Me

Sure, you think people go to hospitals to get better. But let’s be honest—there are many reasons to check in, and not all of them involve a doctor’s prescription. 1. The Room With a View Enthusiasts Some people change hospital rooms like they’re upgrading to business class—just to get the perfect window view. Fresh air, blue skies, a tree or two. Maybe this is how A Room With a View was inspired. Who knows? 2. The Hospital Food Critics Not all heroes wear capes—some wear hospital gowns and rate the food like they’re on MasterChef. “The dal was terrible” is sometimes a bigger complaint than the illness itself. 3. The Hopeless Romantics Because nothing says love like holding hands near an IV stand. Believe it or not, some couples find hospitals to be their version of a date night. The romance! The soft glow of a heart rate monitor! The uninterrupted quality time! 4. The Nostalgia Club A hospital bed is apparently the perfect place for a reunion. Old friends drop by, and sudde...

The recent debates surrounding the idea of a 70+ hour work week have sparked intense reactions, drawing both applause and criticism. While some view it as a badge of honor for high achievers, others see it as an outdated notion that glorifies burnout. But a deeper question emerges: is this debate merely a deliberate attempt to grab eyeballs and enjoy a fleeting hour of glory? In today’s media-driven world, controversial statements often gain disproportionate attention, flooding news feeds and capturing the public’s imagination. Leaders making such proclamations may find themselves in the limelight, relishing the buzz around their bold, albeit polarizing, remarks. But at what cost does this attention come? The Underlying Risks and Downsides The glorification of excessive work hours raises several pressing concerns: Burnout Culture : Does endorsing 70+ hour work weeks perpetuate a culture where exhaustion is equated with success? How does this impact mental health and well-be...

I recently watched a Tamil movie that left me reflecting deeply on the intricate, often unseen threads of connection that bind us to others. Despite having watched it twice and appreciating its nuanced storytelling, I still struggle to pronounce the name of the mysterious relative, Meiyazhagan . The name may evade me, but the emotions it evokes resonate deeply. The story unfolds with Arul, a man who embarks on an emotional journey to reconnect with his roots. During his visit to Thanjavur, Arul is shown his childhood bicycle, now a cherished relic in the home of a relative he barely remembers. The bicycle, meticulously maintained, symbolizes resilience and love—it once served as a livelihood tool for the family and now stands as a "god" in their household. The relative, referred to as Nandhini’s husband, shows unwavering affection and generosity toward Arul, despite the latter's inability to recall his name or their shared history. This anonymity does not dimi...

We root for political parties whose ideologies resonate with our beliefs. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with believing in an ideology—it gives us purpose, aligns us with a community, and often helps us navigate complex decisions. However, what becomes problematic is the conviction that the ideology of others is utterly baseless or misguided. Rarely do we have the courage to look at the other side. Why is that? Perhaps it’s because we fear that doing so might shake the very foundation of what we believe to be true. If we truly looked at the other side with honesty, we might have to accept that not everything we stand by is infallible. Some opinions might crumble, some viewpoints might shift, and the discomfort of admitting we were wrong might be too much to bear. This reluctance isn’t limited to political ideologies. In everyday life, we are hesitant to see things from perspectives that challenge our own. Whether it’s a disagreement with a colleague, a rift in a relationship, or a de...

I’ve completed another journey—thirty posts in thirty days. Looking back, I feel a sense of accomplishment. This challenge wasn’t easy. Some posts were carefully planned, some were spontaneous, some felt a bit forced, and others simply unfolded on their own. All within the space of a month. Now, as I sit back and reflect, questions arise. What could I have done better? How could I have prepared differently? Is this truly what I set out to achieve? Could the writing have been stronger, the reflections deeper? In hindsight, I recognize that there's much to learn from this experience. One honest admission is that I strayed from my original intention. “Thirty Days in October and the Day After” was meant to capture my reflections on each day's events—an attempt to distill the essence of daily happenings. The 31st day was intended as a pause, a chance to sit back and reflect on what had been captured, and find its core essence and meaning. If I think about it, today is the only day ...