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A podcast for creators! If you're scratching your "need to create" itch, this podcast is for you. Megha Upadhyaya talks to a variety of creators - writers, artists, influencers & mentors from different genres and styles to uncover their stories, to inspire those who aspire to be like them but think it's too late. Take a break from humdrum of your daily life and tune in to get started because IT'S actually NEVER TOO LATE!

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We are surviving one of the most obliterating health crises in the recent history. This year is still bringing us untold worldwide death toll, destroyed livelihoods, and repercussions. Moreover, the pandemic has globally shaken the business landscapes, hastening the data generating through the expanded digital transactions and remote working. Now, the technology, particularly AI & innovation has a considerably major contribution in carrying out day-to-day tasks to help the associations and nations to adjust and revamp our working lives. Today's AI is trustworthy & a problem solver, they say. The users focus on "what" AI can offer them, not "how". The organizations strive to build the most fair, reliable, logical and safe algorithms for their systems. Prominent cases of AI abuse by gigantic tech firms have sapped the users' faith in AI. The aftermath has raised more noteworthy awareness about the extensive usage of consumers' personal data.

That eve, when I decided to carry my canvas between my waist & arm, I left for the only​ place that gave me peace, well o be precise, which let me shut the world off. It was 6 p.m. I packed up my bag, cleaned and washed my palette and brushes, took some fresh paints and stuffed them into my bag. I tied my hair into a messy bun. Looked into the mirror- ” Gorgeous, all set.!”. I knew the landscape was bold, life looked fine to me.

The sky was perfect mingle-mangle of blue & fine touch of crimson red. They rays were reflecting the clouds with the sunset. I wanted to become a painter but wasn’t allowed due to obvious reasons. They wanted to see their daughter bloom into an engineer, doctor or scientist. They didn’t like to see me roam with canvas hanging on my shoulder & a bag with required art material, like a hippy, who paints any kind of scenic beauty wherever I found.

The phone kept on vibrating. Finally I picked up after managing to miss 6 calls. I didn’t want to hear the usual brag about why was I so careless about my safety, why I didn’t follow the rules of our house et cetera. I did the usual thing by saying that I would remember the next time.

It was getting dark. There were innumerable eyes upon me mainly because of my material I carried. Soon, I realized after walking a while, that I was being followed by a man. I took the other lane but was followed for another mile again. My blood was rushing into my nerves from the heart to my brain.

It was due to agitation and fright, I received a very sharp splash of the same liquid in that man’s hand. The liquid was burning as if I’ve been thrown into a bowl of fire. I felt blind, dumb, deaf, all at the same time. I collapsed soon. I didn’t know that if I will ever live.

It’s been a year now, after multiple surgeries & treatments I’ve survived.

But let me tell you, I’ve never lived. I’ve failed. And hence, I was punished.

I was punished because I was the victim to the descendents of patriarchal society. I was punished for the reasons I was still unaware of.

The one question that still haunts me day and night, weeks and days is: Why the face I admired the most has turned into a horror to many, but beauty to none?

In the days of hard newsprint, only people to make successful comic strip were artists. Now, thankfully the internet has taught us care for a more flexible artistic forms.

Here I am, a comic strip enthusiast (who tries to be funny) but don't care about pretty drawing but just make something with very specific tastes and feels just right.

Click on Read More to go to my comic!

Google+ did leave hastily but won’t go away completely. Since Google+ is animate, Google is bringing forth updates with this social network platform. Back in the days when I used to fiddle with Google+, I do remember a bunch of people and a few joined events, but I just wonder where are those days now.

Phew. Are you on the fence about the future of Google+?

Shell

Oh, it's fair to see
in the mirror; it's another day
it's time to return to the shell.
when man is told the end is near,
escape the pain to live with
what we've become
foreseen, is past understanding.
those thousands of dazed eyes
when stand by the window
embrace the selfless sacrifices.
the mind focuses on nothing
but the good morrow.
it's time to return to shell
we know in the sudden blackness,
there hangs nothing
nothing - nothing at all.

Chorus

We owe to each other

The stories we share; I'll tell

To the wind a hundredth time

I wasn’t born with it.

It was something that has to be acquired. An attitude to add benefits to my personal image.

With the globalization, even quicker now, the fear of being left behind in this race was swallowing me. I was in a need to walk at a pace to build it at all levels.