10 UNSURPASSED COLLECTION OF BOOKS DEFINING MY CAREER

Some people discover their passion early. As a child, I often wrote with chalk on the doors of our home like a teacher, taking classes for imaginary students sitting on the floor. Some months later, real friends became my students, comfortably seated on the chairs—a clear sign of progress.

Finding a passion to pursue is just the beginning. The journey ahead requires skills and hard work. It was the high road to BECOMING (Michelle Obama).

1984 (George Orwell), the year I became who I am— it marked the beginning of my journey as a Dentist.

My journey had a trail of milestones. Clearing the Combined Pre-Medical Test was the first such milestone, gaining admission into one of the most prestigious dental schools, yet another. What followed was graduation, then post-graduation, and more milestones. I was EDUCATED (Tara Westover).

Both personally and professionally, the environment around me changed. I was evaluating and learning. Years later, when my little birds flew away, an empty nest remained. I turned to hobbies like papier-mache wall art. In this search for alternatives, I could not help but wonder WHO MOVED MY CHEESE? (Dr Spencer Johnson).

Bracing myself for change, I looked around. Dentistry was all I knew. Everyone must decide how to navigate the treacherous water, overcoming barriers of knowledge and decisive actions. I chose to stay close to my roots (Alex Haley), doing medical writing.

When we desire something deeply, the universe seems to conspire to make our wishes come true. As I began to write, I realised my story was already in the making- It was destiny for me to be an ALCHEMIST (Paulo Coelho), spinning words. Pivoting at this stage was like THE ROAD LESS TRAVELLED (M. Scott Peck)

Everything was transforming. I was now thinking of topics to write on, focusing on the POWER OF NOW (Eckhart Tolle). If I succeed, it will be like A THOUSAND SPLENDID SUNS (Khalid Hosseini). Failing might be a FAULT IN OUR STARS (John Green).

Reading books can be a pastime or a hobby. For me, it is both. Inspired by the books I have read, I decided to weave them into a story, a journey of writing with the names of the books I have loved to read. If you have read any, do comment.

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The Night of the Rain

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Yoga se hoga… pr yoga kaise hoga? (It will happen by yoga- but how will yoga happen?)

If you have ever tried starting yoga, you know the struggle: motivation fades, and mats gather dust. For me, yoga was always on my bucket list, but what I needed was the intent to start. Then something unexpected happened. My yoga group formed an unusual trio: my 80-year-old mother, my niece visiting from the USA, and me. Every morning at 6:30 am, we gathered not in the garden but in front of our TV to tune into live yoga sessions by Saurabh Bothra. And guess what? Yoga did happen. It wasn’t perfect, but it was consistent. We stretched, laughed, and even dozed off in shavaasan, but slowly, breath by breath, a habit was born. Because sometimes all it takes is showing up together.

Happy Teacher's Day

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.

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