Check out these 5 useful tips for a blissful career!
This woman at the party was younger, yet earned more than me. I was agitated. Then something made me realize, it's not that difficult to be happy!
I had a severe headache that day. Those who suffer from headaches know that it’s very nasty. It’s not a good place to be in. I was sad and angry…why does it happen to me whenever there is a little extra physical exertion for me?
It had started because I did some extra aerobics the day before. I wanted to avoid taking medicine so waited the whole day for it to subside. I tried all the home solutions I found on YouTube/the internet. None of them worked, so at last in the evening before going to a party, I took a pain killer.
As the party started all the women sat together and started the usual chit-chat. I was one of the few oldest ones there. Of course, I had been to such gatherings before, and I am quite aware that I am aging and getting old. However, that night I was sitting next to a very young woman. She was eight years my junior. I had met her before and found her to be a very pleasant person. However, I did not know that she was working as an engineer in an MNC. I asked her salary (despite knowing that asking such a thing is not appropriate). It was far more than I had ever earned.
I generally do not get jealous of people, but this time I felt anger brewing inside me. Anger at the injustice caused by destiny towards me. I thought…despite being well-educated and qualified for so many national-level exams I am still jobless, and this young woman is getting so highly paid. I started comparing myself to her. She was young, she was beautiful, she was working and happy with her job, she was getting so highly paid. On the other hand, I am getting old, I do not have a job, and even when I have, I get a very meagre salary as compared to her. What I earn in four-five months, she earns in one month!
During our way back home, I had a heated argument with my husband over the futility of these stupid parties and how I hated going to them. I scolded my child who was trying to show me some street-lights from the car window…he found beautiful, in the distance. I was constantly nagging and judging everyone who came to the party. I was trying my best to find shortcomings in them.
We were back home at almost 11:00 pm. Usually, I go to bed at 10:00 pm, but that night I was so agitated that I made myself a cup of coffee to avoid falling asleep and started internet surfing and watching YouTube videos just to distract myself. After doing this for two hours, I had to keep the mobile down as there was nothing more to watch for me. I was just distracted for two hours; I wasn’t feeling any better. Instead, I was feeling emptier now.
I decided to sleep. Sleep eluded me as there was something at the back of my mind which was bugging me constantly. So just to stop that voice I took my journal, and just for the heck of it, decided to fill it before going to bed. Let me tell you what this journal was.
A few weeks back I had started the practice of keeping a daily journal where I take note of everything I eat/drink during the day, all the exercises I do, and the last section is to write ten things I am grateful for. I had been following it religiously ever since. Reluctantly, I opened it and took my pen, I was so unhappy that I did not even want to think something positive let alone write it. Nonetheless, I did not want to leave that day’s page blank (I had dated all the pages beforehand) and thought of scribbling something so that the habit is not broken.
Reluctantly I started writing, ‘I am happy because I do not have a headache right now.’ Suddenly, I realized the agonizing feeling that I had a few days back. Despite myself, I felt a little grateful. Then I wrote, ‘I am happy because I made myself a nice cup of coffee.’ Suddenly, I realized that the coffee had been indeed tasty. I had not noticed its taste while having it. I just had it mindlessly and ungratefully. I felt grateful now for that cup of coffee I had hours before and failed to acknowledge that time.
It was half-past midnight; I could feel some light rays entering the dark recesses of my mind. I felt lighter.
Then I wrote all sorts of things I was grateful for. Small and big things, important and unimportant things, things I had stopped noticing, and things I was taking for granted. Usually, I write 5-10 things, but that night I filled almost one entire page.
I took a deep breath once I finished the list and went to bed. Within ten minutes I fell asleep with a nice smile on my face. It was, after all, not that difficult to be happy.
Image source: Still from English Vinglish
I am an avid reader, a writer, and a yoga instructor. I like to write about social issues, especially women's issues. With my writings, I want to contribute my share in making a truly read more...
Women's Web is an open platform that publishes a diversity of views, individual posts do not necessarily represent the platform's views and opinions at all times.
Stay updated with our Weekly Newsletter or Daily Summary - or both!
From all news reports, clearly, Aftab Poonawalla seems to be a psychopath, and It was a well-strategized story of domestic violence, abuse, subjugation, and a well-planned murder.
Trigger Warning: This deals with domestic violence, gaslighting, murder, and abetting violence, and may be triggering to survivors.
One case has gripped the nation and I do not need to mention which. My problem is with how the news reflects a victim’s character. The disrespect we show to someone who was long abused and lives no more is appalling. The disservice we do to her through spoken and written words lies in the sensationalizing of the entire case.
How do you spot a crazy human? They do not have two horns and red eyes. They may have no empathy but will show it to lure the victim, just like a child abuser lures a child with candy. Their grooming styles may vary but it is mostly about creating an untrue sense of safety and security around the victim. They present themselves as this effortless savior, an ultimate generous destination for a mentally and emotionally vulnerable person.
Fathers play a crucial role in nurturing and raising children, so why isn't paternity leave considered essential?
Some time ago, Bollywood couple Ranbir Kapoor and Alia Bhatt were in the news, yet again. An entertainment website, Bollywood Hungama, reported that the expectant father, Ranbir, wished to take paternity leave to spend time with his baby when it arrived.
The website claimed that the actor would not be signing new films for the time being. He would take care of the child, while his wife Alia would return to work at the earliest.
One would think the internet would laud this sweet and thoughtful gesture. Instead, Ranbir got trolled for his decision to be a stay-at-home dad. Netizens made fun of him; they claimed that it was because he had no offers in the pipeline, and Alia was far more successful than him. Others claimed that it was the right decision – his recent films (other than Brahmastra) had bombed, and it was time he reflected on his roles.
Please enter your email address