Personal development covers activities that improve awareness and identity, develop talents and potential, build human capital and facilitate employability, enhance the quality of life and contribute to the realization of dreams and aspirations. Personal development takes place over the course of a person's entire life. Not limited to self-help, the concept involves formal and informal activities for developing others in roles such as teacher, guide, counselor, manager, life coach or mentor. When personal development takes place in the context of institutions, it refers to the methods, programs, tools, techniques, and assessment systems that support human development at the individual level in organizations.
We know him better as Mugambo ("Mogambo khush hua", from Mr. India).
I am no hard core feminist you people, but it is evident that our society is ready for many more Kathuas to encounter, so bear me for this one. I believe that the space we are living in is not a perfect and pragmatic Indian institution, rather a street that tastes damp and sticky sweet and is a disguised ideal society, if viewed from a distance. We are still residing in the streets of atrocity since for a major part of us, women are mere humans. Oh wait, do they even fall into the category of humans, who have so ecstatically accepted the standards of behaviour which are highly dependent on the gender one belongs to. Let's wake up and accept that women are not disposable glasses or puppets in the hands of demons always ready to control them. When my parents tell me not to stay out of place after it strikes 12, it is a big moment to ponder whether the modern India we get to hear in speeches is spreading like a wildfire, or is it just a manifestation of our so called developed minds disguised in the dust of prejudices. Our eyes never got weary awaiting for change, but we can expect women to cook on fire, yet reckless we are to sense the fire within them. What is the point of talking about equality or liberation in textbooks when our mind lies in orthodox principles. Our heart wants to be the frontier of change but is reluctant due to the fear of losing the tag of following the mainstream. Respect women, not because you have been imparted that knowledge, or because your mother is one. Respect women, for at the end of the day, they are humans. They face inequality which rises from your delusions. You may cut me with your words all you want. The fact remains, I am a woman.
In this whole wide world, where we are engulfed by the modern age technology , we tend to forget that is not a substitute for Grandma’s stories. We develop this ideology that the most valuable things are inevitably materialistic. Our mindsets are inflicted upon this idea and we forget that presents cannot buy presence. Technology has taken over the current situation. We stand in the middle of an era where we have Netflix on the tips of our fingers and Swiggying is the new cool. Technology is like that attractive magnetic pole to which we are iron nails disguised in the dust of development and modernization. On one hand it offers irresistible devices, and Mark Zuckerberg is our new hero, it is also an addition to our lives that has grappled our throats and choked us from within. Technology at its very best is an idyllic tool which is in every way a priceless possession to us. Yet it is high time that we rise from our lives barred by technology, and make judicious use of it. We are busy making connections worldwide but reckless we are to bother about the people we connect with for a lifetime. We have developed the way of life with standards set by Instagram posts and Google is our life guide. We are surrounded by lashes of social media and Google is our 2 am friend. Our lives, to be more specific have ‘technologized’ and it is not that there are no perks of this so called elixir of human life. It exposes us to the world watching us with watchful antagonism. It is a window to the world we desire to be a part of. We are no less than modified creations who have adopted technology in every realm. In this so called paradox called life, we are lost in the chaotic streets of technology, where Google and Face book reside, that we miss on the little things in life. And any person who thinks small things don’t matter, has not seen a match start a wildfire. We are building tall buildings, but our minds are narrow. We talk about development in the name of technology, but our values have certainly diminished. Unnerved by the amount of time we devote to technology oriented activities, we are in the want of something more. But at the cost of what? But let us not forget how technology has given us the tag of the modern man. Let us remember the times it has sorted ways and hardships in life. All this can be accepted only if we don’t get abolished from our roots, which is the base of our existence. Let us embrace technology as an assistance, rather than a bossy fellow who indeed has conquered our lives and harnesses the very essence of it. We shall never forget the popularization of PubG and Fortnite, all credits to our very own tech based lives, due to which our studies reduced to being acknowledged once in a fortnight, and also the Wikipedia posts we have always relied on, or has Quora taken over that position? I am in the middle of a dilemma in this fussy world encompassing of Pinterest in the heart and Google within the soul. Let us wake up to the situation and resist constant dependence on technology. Let us not completely despise ourselves. Afterall, Byju’s will be our eternal ally whenever disguised obstacles in the name of Maths hit our way. We as humans have accepted technology and have adjusted according to the acceptable conditions of it as well. It is high time we put in arduous efforts and restrain ourselves from this very a developing addiction. Nonetheless, no matter how extensively we try to change ourselves, we will have this medium called technology, always by our side. After all, we are humans.
Media is the need of the hour with its force and strength, it is a wildfire, not a wild flower Virat Kohli and Leo Messi are a few of the idols today's generation looks forward to. But I have grown up admiring Shashi Tharoor and Barkha Dutt. You might call me a lunatic but media is what resides in my heart and inevitably in my soul. Media is referred to as the fourth pillar of democracy, but if we glance over it, media houses are accused of promoting ghastly cowardice, and portraying horrendous incidents which don't stand true, due to which attention is attributed to them and freedom of expression of several individuals is throttled on the whole. On one hand, media is what, we the youth looks up to as a frontier of change and something that is unparallel to anything in our life which is no less than a paradox. However, the other side of the picture, media is targeted for proclaiming mind numbing notions as relevant, and not derogatory. This so called elixir of life is a force of change and as a pillar of strength, is a mass influencer. Reporters don't blabber on your screens, they are up to some good for the present pragmatic society we reside in. It pinches me, and pierces me all along when people proclaim it as a medium which introduces either the black or white aspects of life. But let me tell you, it is much more than that. It is a system of mingled hues and showcases the colours of life. Media is a basic entity which gives us identity. Media is entrusted to lead is to the truth and it certainly will. Let's not target media houses always and manipulate its existence. There may be pros and cons of a story, but the fact remains, media is and will be the life of my party, or the inextricable possession of my treasures. You can disagree with me all you want. But I hope you know, opinions aren't to be argued with. Atleast, that is what media taught me, and indeed what my Innervoice whispers to me.