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I was only a kindergarten baby when I bawled my eyes out, wanting to skip the picnic. The engine rumbling and my classmates’ noise only pushed me further away. My parents and the teacher tried convincing me that it would be fun, but I didn’t go.  Honestly, I was the same guy even during postgraduate studies. I remember demanding that my friend let me know in advance about any plan so I could mentally prepare for it. I preferred to stay in my nest. My insistence on being menta

Who doesn’t remember the hare and the tortoise story? Especially the moral: slow and steady wins the race. But really, the tortoise...

Okay, let me try, as much as possible, not to stray away from the topic – given its theme. I was just 20 years old when I was first...

The many forms of It The more we identify ourselves – culturally, politically, and otherwise –  the more we are either recognised or...