Seema Sharma Pangeni

 Grhhhhh.. (Mobile vibrates)   I woke up suddenly at the middle of night to check the updates, it was only a notification from a marketing company in a browser. I checked the notification and automatically my fingers were driven to social sites. It took another half an hour for me to scroll down the news feed and I went through the each application I had in my mobile before I put my phone down. It all started with one mere notification. Above was just an example of fraction of hours in a day. Once, I checked the phone usage hours ,even I was surprised to find that I was using the phone for more than six hours on my working days and more than 10 hours in my day off. It was alarming. And I thought of doing some research on “what was going on with me?” and found the term Tech addiction . Also called as Digital addiction, is similar as other addiction where the addict has an impulsive behavior disorder and is driven towards the source and if the source is not available the a...

 Reflection, in itself has numerous meaning , among many i have listed some of them. According to a Cambridge English Dictionary, reflection is “an image of something on a mirror or any reflective surfaces.” “The definition of a reflection is a thought or writing about something, particular in the past, or what one sees when looking into a mirror or body of water.- Your Dictionary. And so on. Likewise, for me reflection is a image that you see on mirror, reflective surfaces or within you. Reflecting on the past acts or deeds gives you the space of analyzing the actions, reasons for it. i personally have a habit of reflection. I normally look back to what i have done. Sometimes i pen down the feelings and sometimes it just fades away with the train of thoughts. Although it is not considered good to bring work tensions out of work. After i finish my work i try to remember what did since the start of the shift and i find many areas that should have been different if only i had used a...

Its been a while I was away. I was away from what I enjoyed most, in the past. I was away from  reading books in the free time. I was away from pouring down my heart on paper when felt low. I was away. I was busy with all the unproductive things existing in the world. I could feel I was not happy from inside. there was always a kind of heaviness felt on my chest (being a nurse, I can guarantee, it was not any sort of Cardiac symptoms). A sense of "I can do better than this and I deserve better than this " was always within me , just could not figure out clearly. Then a friend of mine(who is a gem by heart and super intellectual) showed me her piece of writing, which brought the trail of memories of the days when i used to write. it got me nostalgic. As soon as that girl (she never ceases to amaze me) knew i had blog back then, she motivated me to write again. . Some times the well known fact when said at the right time leaves a huge impression. Same happened with me. My frien...