Newerways

https://medicalwriters.lovable.app/ I started building a landing page for a demo project. No big expectations. Just something that worked . Then I saw the results. I tweaked one thing. Then another. That single landing page slowly turned into a website. Not because I planned it. But because curiosity took over. This is how most of my real learning has happened: starting small observing outcomes following the interest letting the work evolve Sometimes the projects don’t come from strategy decks. They come from what pulls you in. Have you ever started something “small” that quietly grew bigger than planned?

When LinkedIn Is Your Social Life and YouTube Is Your Therapist What I say in interviews vs. what I don’t I’m dry, boring, and unwitty, the human equivalent of black coffee. Quite a workaholic. I scroll LinkedIn like a second job. It’s my go-to place, because nothing screams party like productivity tips. My secret life? I moonlight as a YouTube oracle binge-watcher. Tarot readings, horoscope predictions, I’ve seen them all. I don’t believe Mercury retrograde always ruins lives. But if I fumble a behavioral question, I’m blaming planetary alignment. It’s not procrastination if  'Venus told me to rest.’ It’s not a bad answer if ‘Neptune clouded my communication skills.’ When asked why I want this role I almost say my rising sign indicated a career pivot, and three tarot readers pulled the Ace of Pentacles. Instead, I talk about growth, responsibilities, and timing. Either way, the stars approved of this application first. For better or worse   I’m read...

The months since November have been a roller coaster ride. With nothing in hand But everything on mind. My inbox, though, is full. Every email begins “Thank you for applying, but we have decided to move ahead….   or “We will get back to you.” They rarely do.   If I had been algorithmic, I would have dished out Rejections to scale. Automated the disappointments. Optimised the coping mechanism   But I am human I work differently   Mind you, I’m not unemployed. I’m training an Algorithm with my patience.   Can’t you see the results? The system is very efficient. Rejection is instant. Silence is scalable. Hiring Managers think I’m not a fit. I think it’s a “Job We Met” kind of situation.

I searched for internships/jobs with a résumé full of intention and a quiet knowledge that the world had moved on without me. My internship applications were carefully formatted CVs, tailored with buzzwords, and ironed of typos. I wasn’t sure, but I walked on. No, bustling open offices, only job portals, sleek, algorithmic spaces from the comforts of my home. Scrolling through listings that asked for entry-level interns with three years of experience. I was too much yet not enough at the same time. Every unanswered application felt like a look that said, you don’t belong here . I refreshed my inbox, hopefully, pretending routine could substitute for reassurance. I’m still Rebuilding my skills Studying how real teams interact Turning feedback into small, measurable improvements If watching  the intern  on Netflix is any solace, I hope to find my own, sans the drama in the movie and prove to myself that age is just a number. Like Ben, I no longer feel I’m waiting to be useful. I...

My mother once told me that senior citizens have money and power. I laughed. Then I watched her buy medical devices like some people buy shoes, and I stopped laughing. A few years ago, I accompanied her to ICICI Bank. The moment we stepped through the door, the staff transformed into a hospitality brigade. A chair appeared. A relationship manager materialized, murmuring, "Auntie, please sit." Someone offered water. Another person advised rest after she'd climbed her Everest (a flight of stairs). Meanwhile, I stood off to the side like an unpaid intern nobody remembered hiring. When we left, I said, "They really treat senior citizens like royalty. You got the chair, the priority queue, the smiles. I didn't even get a nod." She smiled. "Of course. Senior citizens have money and power." I was still processing power when she added, "Youngsters are too busy upgrading their lifestyles. We're the ones saving." The logic was airtight. The ban...

Tired of battling pain and neuropathy after her bilateral total knee replacement, my eighty-two-year-old mother finally said she wanted to see an orthopedic. I arranged everything, got her into a rickshaw, and we made our way to the clinic she had long believed would be the answer to her suffering. The doctor, absorbed in the election results on his mobile, examined and asked her a few routine questions, dismissed her concerns, and prescribed her for two weeks. As we were about to leave, he reminded us to show him the purchased medicines. The real blow came at the pharmacy: four thousand five hundred rupees for a week’s supply. My mother walked out defeated, returning to the same private struggle she had hoped to escape. And that moment marked the beginning of her own makeshift, do-it-yourself (DIY) path through healthcare. Within weeks, the doorbell became a constant soundtrack. Foot massagers arrived, and then joint exercisers and posture devices. An assortment of gadgets, all promis...

Happy  Teacher's Day Life is full of teachers we don’t even recognize. The ants marching on teach us discipline without supervision, faith without recognition. The squirrel, carrying its tiny grains, shows us that contribution is not measured by applause but by necessity. Our human teachers are no different. Some speak in words, others in presence. Some correct us with chalk, while others do so with silence. What they all share is the flame of seeing us leave a mark. On this Teachers’ Day, I honor not just those in classrooms, but every teacher, visible or invisible, that life has given me. For each one taught a lesson that survives longer than memory. Happy Teachers’ Day.