City of dreams

I have started reading books in quarantine and I thought to share it with you all. Recently I read Rich Dad Poor Dad. This book is based on the 19th century financial system and I really do not know how to imply this theory/formula in the 21st Century. In this blog, I have written the overall summary of this book as per my understanding. The basis of this book is wealthy people (Rich) and rat race (Poor). How the rich people manage to be rich and how the middle class/poor people struggle to pay their debts.  So let’s start with the lessons given in the book by the author Robert T. Kiyosaki. Lesson 1: The Rich Don’t Work for Money In this lesson, the author tries to convey the message that you should work through your experience. You should not be working for money, you should first work to gain knowledge or educate yourself. - Do not give up when life pushes you around - Do not blame about jobs or your low wages - Stop blaming your boss for your problems - If you do not take risks ...

I cannot help myself to stop writing now,   may be because of this lockdown situation. There are many things going in my mind that I just want to tell everyone. During this quarantine, we have all started embracing our hobbies or trying to build new ones. I am just experimenting new recipes at home. (Just to FYI, I am the person who never cooks, so now you can imagine the situation of my family members). I tried making “gobi paratha” and ended up with “gobi bhajji”.   I did not give up, next time I tried to make “pathiri rice roti” and end up making “divasi” (like momos but without stuffing). Divashi   I am not writing this to tell about how terrible a cook I am. My point is when you start to build/make something (anything like cooking, your career, your business, etc.) with some picture in your mind, sometimes you may not able to make what you had in mind. It is hard to start from scratch, so instead of throwing away your efforts as scrap,   you can use your scr...

This is my first blog of my life. I can express my thoughts or my feeling while talking face-to-face better than in writing. So please bear with my words. I was born in this city called "City of Dreams", " आमची मुंबई  " ," मुंबई मेरी जान  " etc. (as a woman I will not disclose the year 😉 ). Soon after that my father shifted to Belgaum, Karnataka, for his business, so I was brought up there. I completed my graduation there and then wanted to do a  masters degree. I wanted to do it on my own like by paying the fees of my course while doing a job. So, after graduation, like everyone, I came to Mumbai for my masters with my family’s support. My uncles and aunties helped me a lot in my journey.  Actually, I do not have anyone who knows me in and out. But I have never felt alone, thanks to my cousins. Everyone says they have a friend who knows their secrets, who always there in their life to support them in their ups and downs. But in my case,...