A New Beginning

You wake up every day to a new morning and get into your usual motion of fulfilling your necessities and desires. But while doing your daily chores, do you stop and wonder why some things are the way they are. Is this moment right now telling you something? Do you notice something that’s not right, maybe in your surroundings or in any part of the world. This blog is a reflection of such thoughts.

Hi. I am Sanchit Rao, a business management graduate who lives in Mumbai, India. After living in 9 cities, 3 countries in twenty something years you are likely to have a kaleidoscope of experiences. I was constantly exposed to a side of this world that I had never seen before. Every time I thought I have known enough, I was humbled by the magnanimous nature of this world. Interactions with people from different cultures just showed me that we all are so different and can learn so much from each other; yet we are all the same and are part of the same collective consciousness.

With all this relocation came different educational systems. Along the way, I learnt how crucial it is to know how to critically analyze in this era where many try to influence and manipulate. To have an independent opinion based on facts, but continue to remain open to other’s views for we are always in pursuit of true knowledge.

If there is one thing that rejuvenates me more than anything, it is thinking, dreaming and reflecting. In this world where everyone wants to ‘just do it’, its very easy to confuse a thinker as someone who is habitually lost in a parallel world. On the other hand,I believe that thinking makes one more aware of their surroundings because you feel various emotions, gain deeper understanding of things and can create new possibilities.Thus I have always tried to be observant of my surroundings and its aspects like family traditions, religious customs, human behavior, acts of kindness and human sufferings and sometimes I realize that they have a larger message or a bigger purpose.

What made me write this blog was an urge to put these thoughts into words and share them. The root of this urge can be traced back to the emotional exodus of Syrian refugees and their sufferings during the civil war. Those events wrenched everyone’s heart and made me wonder how many innocent Alan Kurdis out there were becoming victims? Also its not only from some far off land that you hear of human suffering. In our own surroundings we hear similar instances.

But after every enduring struggle comes rejoice. Many of those refugees have been rehabilitated.

Hope after Terror: By C.Puisney*

Right here in India, struggles of a poor rickshaw vendor’s family resulted in his son becoming an Indian Administrative
Service officer. Life is a constant tussle between sorrow and happiness and this very nature of life I felt was something I could reflect and write on. Hence this blog is for anyone who would like to read reflections on how I see life and its different emotions. These could be from my personal experiences, from what I 
see in my surroundings or an event that is taking place in another part of the world.

I would love to hear feedback, suggestions or comments on the topics that will be covered.

Happy Reading!

*By (c) C.Puisney ((c) C.Puisney) [GFDL (http://www.gnu.org/copyleft/fdl.html) or CC-BY-SA-3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons

6 thoughts on “A New Beginning

  1. Thank you. Very nicely written.
    I look forward to reading more on your views of emotions. For me it is something that may prove helpful as I am diagnosed with a type of emotional dysregulation.

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