Babyla's World

  Abstract This review of the book, ‘Tuesdays with Morrie’ discusses the author and his achievements in the field of literature. The review consists of critical analysis of the theme, setting, and characters of the book. It also reflects the reviewer’s personal interpretation and meanings of the events depicted in the book. It highlights significant features of unique narrative style adopted by the author in the book.   Key words: Narrative, Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis, Personal-transcendence, Foreshadow.   Author of the Book Mitch Albom is an international renowned and best-selling author, journalist, screenwriter, playwright, radio and television broadcaster and musician. His books have collectively sold more than 35 million copies worldwide. He had published in 49 territories and 49 languages around the world. He is also the author of the international bestsellers The Five People You Meet in Heaven  and For One More Day , as well as eight other books. H...

As you complete fantastic five years today I would like to pray for a smooth transition to the next phase of your life. We celebrated your last two birthdays together albeit it wasn’t grand, thanks to pandemic. I am happy for you this year as you get to be with your most beloved grandparents. So, I am making up for not being with you on your sixth birthday by writing this appreciation post dedicated to you and only you.  My dearest Nyemin, this year is the most special year as you get to start your educational journey. Throughout your educational journey, I want you to wear curiosity like your second skin. Since you possess an inquisitive mind, please make optimal use of it for the right purpose. My wish for you is to be a lifelong learner with an open mind to accept and respect others’ views without silencing your own voice. Don’t let the world silence you. I never intended to impose my hobbies and interests on you. I don’t want to deny the fact that I was tempted on several occas...

My dearest baby doll, I missed you more than other days on your twenty-sixth birthday which was yesterday. You, of all the people I know, had reaped immense benefits of therapeutic writing. I have unaddressed and suppressed emotions and feelings which I would like to let out in the form of this blog. So, I am pretty sure you will be fine with me writing about you.  You came into my life when I was at my worst. You were a God-sent. Within two short years of knowing you, I have known you as someone full of life, irresistible charm, and insatiable hunger to learn. You had a heart of gold and your precious soul had the softest corner for me (and I tell you, I am still clueless AF about why you loved me in a way you did). You used to call me mama and you were the one who smothered me with your over-annoying concern to get my arse out of my house and nudging me to interact with others even when I didn't want to. I vividly remember how you literally barged into my house unannounced, pushe...

I never thought I would be able to utter love and running in a form of sentence forget about writing a blog with the same title. I was never a running person. I was more of a walking person. I used to go for an evening walk daily for many years. Ever since I lost a dear friend to suicide around the beginning of the year, I was dragged back to a vicious cycle of anxiety and depression. The only means to calm my anxious mind, at that time, was to let my body go through a strenuous activity without having to step out of my house, thanks to frequent and sudden lockdowns. Thankfully, one of my wisest and best decisions of buying a treadmill during pre-covid days helped me to get it done.  Every morning before my run, I go through a series of existential crises, and at times when I am in the mood for some extra drama, I experience a complete mental breakdown for at least an hour. After letting all those unpleasant emotions out of my system, I drink a cup of black coffee and read for an h...

  With the onset of the last month of the year and end of first semester, it got me analyzing about things, events, and people around me. To reflect back on major events that occurred to me on the preceding months; I had leave my country to upgrade my qualification and to climb up the ladder of professional growth. Never had I loved my subject more than anyone and anything in this world. Somehow, Psychology never fails to fascinate me. I was very keen to learn more, content-wise, about the subject and this is the very reason for choosing India for my masters degree as the country is known for qualitative content.  I still remember, very vividly, how excited I was on my first day to college. Unlike usual me, I woke up three hours earlier and got ready before two hours of the first period of the college. The moment my tutor started teaching, I thought it out loud, 'What the hell is this?' It also made question about me being in the wrong class. Neve...

The exterior reason for me for making a haste decision of coming to India for my Masters degree was to upgrade my qualifications so that I will be able to climb up the professional ladder, which is known to my acquaintances but my beloved ones and close friends are aware of the fact that I badly wanted to get out my country at any cost. The minimal scholarship stipends and the very same country where I pursued my undergrad couldn't stop me from viewing this as a perfect opportunity to get my hairy arse out of the place, where I was walking around like a zombie. Of course, I grew to love the concrete house that I turned into cozy home with my ex live-in partner for more than a year and half, the workplace filled with overly enthusiastic students of mine and very supportive colleagues from whom I have had gained endless knowledge shaping me into respectable and wiser person , and my childhood place where I was born and brought up with my parent's un...

  With the year coming to an end and specifically at the very last day I felt like I owe a write-up which will act as a reminder for the years to come. In this write-up I will be highlighting some of the significant events of the year which brought life-changing alterations in the way I view people, things, and lead my life. In a most crude reflexive way I would associate the year, twenty seventeen, with the successful completion of my study and reading challenge. Both the accomplishments of the year, i.e., pursuing masters in Psychology and reading impressive number of books has been my childhood dreams and it took me more than two decades to achieve those goals. I have never been so proud of myself. I am sorry if I sound so arrogant and smug which I am right now as I type these very words in my laptop with loud music in my bedroom {you see, I need loud music when I write, so thousand unuttered apologies to my neighbors at this ungodly hours} Twenty seventeen bought me back to my ...