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My Best, Worst and Most Likely Case Predictions for the World in Five Years

  This week's blog topic had me stumped at first but slowly, I began to realise that I had plenty of ideas to write about. I suppose with the way times have changed so rapidly this year alone, we all wonder how things will be in a few years time. Being the opinionated sort of person that I am, it didn't take long till I discovered that I have quite a few opinions on different matters that are relevant to the times in which we live.  I'm going to share those opinions right now. If you're reading this and disagreeing wildly, or else feeling some kind of agreement with me, I'd love if you might like to comment at the end so we can have a good conversation about it.   My Best Prediction: The Environment Will Heal Image by RÜŞTÜ BOZKUŞ from Pixabay  When the lockdown first happened in India, everyone stayed at home. Well, almost everybody. Thousands of people started working from home. It was amazing. Then something strange started to happen. With fewer flights taking of

A Day in the Life of Duggu - Life in the New Normal

  Duggu Hello and woof! You may be surprised to see that today, g aelikaa's diary has been taken over by a canine. That's right. I'm Maria's dog, Duggu. If some of you out there have ever called to our house, you will certainly know me. I take my guard dog duties very seriously indeed and bark the place down if anyone I don't know shows up at the gate. The doorbell on our gate doesn't work very well and it's a matter of pride to me that it's not needed. If an unknown person arrives on the gate, I bark so loudly that everyone comes out to see who is there. I can get a bit over-excited at times, though. I upset a few visitors to our house down the years by being a bit too enthusiastic in carrying out my guard dog duties. I suppose that's why the only place in the house where I'm allowed to roam freely is the terrace yard on the top of the house. Which must be locked at all times when I'm there. However, people who have visited here and taken t

Recipes for my Grandchildren

Recipes for my grandchildren. That's my blogging group topic this week. I don't have grandchildren. Well, I do, but not actual descendants. On the Indian side of the family, I have an adorable baby granddaughter named Araina, who looks like an angel. As she is my nephew and niece-in-law's daughter, I'm really her great aunt. But I love her as if she was my own grandchild. Having said that, Araina, already has four doting grandparents and she's the centre of their lives, so I'm a spare grandmother. I come in on her paternal grandfather's side. The paternal grandmother, like me, is one of four siblings, so this baby is inundated with grandparents. That's the Indian way. It's one of the things I actually love about Indian life. We don't say cousins here. All cousins are brothers and sisters. Parents' cousins are also honorary uncles and aunts. Grandparents' siblings and in-laws, are also grandparents. When it comes to cooking I'm not the


Image by Hans Braxmeier from Pixabay  The topic for today's Blog Friday post is 'Power'. What a multi-dimensional, multi-faceted topic it is, too. You could approach this topic from numerous angles and come up with all kinds of approaches. They'd all be equally valid and equally fascinating. It's such a huge subject that there could be no end to it. I'm just going to share a few observations of my own about this topic. Some of them may resonate with readers. Or they may not. It all depends on their viewpoint. Power Corrupts In 1887, John Dalberg Acton, the 1st Baron Acton, wrote: ' Power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely'. Strange, I always thought that George Bernard Shaw said those words. Wise words indeed. When a person attains power, they should always keep in mind that it's something they hold in trust. Accountability for the misuse of power is extremely important. Common wisdom holds that we shouldn't speak ill of the

Living in the Now! A Tribute to Sharon Cahill RIP

Sharon Cahill RIP (photo by Talita Marie Cahill) My blogging group has come up with the title 'Living in the Now' for this week's post. I could have written a post about Covid-19, the new normal, social distancing and hands-face-space.  But my 'now' is currently a time of mourning. A dear cousin of mine has departed suddenly, leaving me with lots of memories, tears and nostalgia. No, it wasn't Covid-19. A heart attack carried off someone who was no different from a sister to me. Sharon Cahill and I weren't sisters. Our mothers, Nuala and Carmel, were. They were the best of pals and they fell in and fell out down the years. The two sisters died in July 2016, within about thirty days of each other. Aunty Nuala hadn't been well when my mother died, so she never came to know my mother was gone. Sharon and I joked on FB Messenger that the first thing her mother would say when she saw my mother in Heaven would be: 'how did you get in here before me?' N