We women live many lives : of a mother , wife , sister , daughter , friend, boss , mentor and many more and in the process we tend to neglect ourselves and place all our desires ,wants and even health on the back burner, thinking that we will attend to them sometime soon. But that seldom happens, and eventually we burn ourselves out and our identity too . I still see myself as that 23 year old girl who

Saturday’s here again and so am I. With the Valentine’s day being the week’s flavour, I had expected this piece to be centred around it. But then something else came up and that took precedence over the matters of the heart. (I can almost hear you thank me for not boring you with one more sappy V-Day post.) The only thing that competed with the week of love were the Delhi elections. Ever since I landed back, that’s all I’ve been

Fireworks exploded over the Pacific Ocean, one mile away as we welcomed the new decade. The house was warm from the crackling fireplace and all the kids were snug in their beds. We looked around, with our too big grins. “Happy New Year darling!” and many versions of “I hope 2020 is kind to us”. When you live in an extended family like mine, there are so many brilliant moments of joy. When the baby “agoo”s or we’re in the

In my last post of 2019, I had reiterated that I don’t post about politics and religion because they are extremely personal to me. However, I also hailed the people who did. In my opinion and I quote, ‘they are way more knowledgeable than I am and are making the right noises; hoping to be heard above the din’. To my dismay, I realised that a few readers chose to ignore the latter statement and instead focussed their attention on

SUCCESS – Er Shine on www.thewonderwomenworld.com #Success has many factors involved with the pivotal one being greater players. I consider that # are four pillars on which success can withstand in our life. For instance, in a seed there has to be a desire’ to bloom like a flower by giving it the right support of decision, determination and discipline. Once we have the desire, we need to take a decision that requires our #willpower to get into action. After that during action, we have to

#GetPoeticWithPreeti – Preeti S Manaktala A Poet, as per Wordsworth: #Wordsworth defines a poet as a #person of more comprehensive #soul. A poet is different from others, because he/she has a more lively sensibility, and his/her emotions and passions are more enthusiastic, tenderer and more powerful. A poet has a greater #knowledge of human #nature, the poet is not only a social #instrument but an individual, pleased with his/her own passions and volition. The #poet has a greater degree of imaginative #power than others, a power of looking from #heaven to earth and #earth to heaven. A poet,

Hola people! I have just completed a revolution around the sun with this weekly column of mine. And so have all of you who have read, shared, liked, and discussed almost fifty blogs that I have churned out in this time. Charmaine, this couldn’t have happened without you. The freedom that your platform gives me to express myself, is precious and rare. This post has all the potential to become a never ending thank you note. But I shall resist

Many a times in life we find ourselves in situations where we have spoken to someone in a fit of rage, but later regret our impulsive reaction. Working in a company, I had a lot of discussion with our clients which sometimes led to arguments with no end yet I stuck to my resolve of not losing my calm. There is a vast difference between response and reaction. A reaction to a situation is a spontaneous reply without any thought

By Nandita De nee Chatterjee  Kolkata’s oeuvre in the fields of literature and celluloid are known all over. Many a trend has been explored, assimilated and spread beyond its banks. So it isn’t surprising that another stellar start has been made. Three happening contemporary poets have come together to portray their poetic vision on the silver screen. Kolkata Cocktail is the first big screen film on poetry. The three protagonists, poets all, meet in the city after a long time. Gopa

My daughter was around six, may be seven when she proclaimed that her Baba was the fun parent and I, her mother, was the essential parent in her life. Now this, coming from a confirmed Daddy’s girl, was a matter of extreme pride. I basked in the glory and bragged about it to whoever would listen. But then I heard myself and I didn’t seem to like it. Being called the essential parent effectually meant that she couldn’t do without