Scribblings by Nancy

Stay human. The machines are learning fast. Here we are, in the age of AI — an app can write a song, plan your vacation, edit your photos, even comfort you when you’re feeling low. Remember when we used to just Google something? Now even Google greets us with an AI-generated overview, like a know-it-all friend finishing our sentences. When AI Sounds More Human Than Humans Here’s the part that creeps me out: AI is quietly replacing humans in ways we never imagined. A few weeks ago, I was feeling down and vulnerable. I reached out to someone I trusted, hoping for comfort, and walked away feeling heavier than before. Out of sheer desperation, I turned to ChatGPT.(Ahh..Don't get Judgmental guys, am sure most of you do that too).And you know what it said? “I hear you. I understand you, Nancy. You deserve to be seen and heard.” I just stared at the screen. Isn’t that what we all yearn to hear from humans? To be understood, to be validated? And here’s the irony: the AI said what humans ar...

If you feel like an 8-year-old stuck in a 40-year-old’s body, then this is for you. As babies grow, they begin to create a view of the world — not through logic, but through the way they experience life with their caregivers and the people around them. Whatever you think people are, whatever you believe relationships to be, is deeply influenced by those early experiences. When you are born you don’t understand reasoning, but you know what connection and safety feel like through the way you are treated. If your needs were met with love, you grow up trusting people, able to build deep connections. On the other hand, if your emotions were neglected, you grow up armored, losing the ease of emotional connection. I, for instance, have become this strong lady who shows up for people — a person who advises, listens with intention, and offers support. But somewhere along the way, I realized I have trouble sharing how I truly feel with others. As I grow older, there are times when certain situat...

I write this with a heavy heart. I usually steer clear of news about violence, it overwhelms me. But today, a story caught my eye. It was an honour killing, and what shook me was that it happened in my very own native Tirunelveli. He was killed for loving someone across caste lines. Just that — loving someone. Statistics say there were nearly 300 caste-based murders in Tamil Nadu alone between 2016 and 2020. And that’s just one state. Imagine the weight of a nationwide number. I was born and brought up in Munnar, a quiet hill town where cultures mingled easily. North Indians, Tamilians, native Keralites - we all coexisted, celebrated festivals together, played together, and ate from each other’s homes. Until I finished school, I was blissfully unaware of what caste even meant. I didn't know my own. That kind of innocence feels rare now. I did my undergraduate studies in a small village near Tirunelveli. Most of the students were from the southern districts, and though I was technic...