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Monday mornings - V K Saraswat

If there’s one thing the whole world can agree on, it is their mutual hatred of Monday. There have been countless jokes made on the horror story that is Monday. From kids wanting to cut school to office goers cribbing to get past their weekend, Monday is probably the most ill-treated day of the week. What about successful people? Do they hate Mondays? Do you ever hear them talking about Monday woes? Is this the deciding factor between the successful people and the not-so-successful people? To be honest, it is really easy. It is really easy to get caught up in the weekend, it is really easy to let the laidback Sunday noon flow onto a monday morning, it is really easy to want to extend that period of relaxation and carefree weekend time a little longer. But it isn’t about what is easy, is it ? Often, a lot of people I meet tell me they spend half their Mondays wishing Monday didn’t happen at all. How is that helping? For office-goers, particularly those who wor...

What science does for me…| vk saraswat

Do you have a dream ? Do you long to one day bask in the glory of something you’ve yearned and worked for, all your life ? Do you wish to be different ? To create change ? To change the ways of those around ? Do you wish to see a miracle, or better still, create one? Our lives and dreams are constantly evolving, just as we are. With each cell that dies, and each new cell that comes to be a part of our existence - we change. In fact, for real we aren’t really the same person we were a few years ago. Put simply, every cell in our being is recycled and replaced by a new one every few minutes. So the next time someone tells you, you’ve changed, ponder on the fact that you really have. Isn’t it remarkable then, that despite all these changes in our bodies, our brain still contains all the data it should? That we can look at old photograph at ourselves and go, “hey, that’s me” , that we can run into an old classmate and relive those college memories even though we’re balding w...