Mahatma Gandhi was born on the 2nd of October, 1869. After his early education in India, he went to England to qualify himself for the bar. He became a barrister.
This Autobiography is about my personal journey out of the pit of Depression, Anxiety, Low Self-Esteem, & Apathy……..(the list goes on.) in my case, as a result of an Undiagnosed Personality Disorder, (We’ll get to that later.)
A piece of news sometimes brings us memories from afar that don't seem to relate to the news, but they do. This is what I thought of when I found out that her Majesty Elizabeth The Second was 90.
What I mean about food related to one's autobiography, it is because there are certain foods that we had once that can make us sad or nostalgic when we recall them.
I was tightening bolts on a water pipe with various flange attachments. Suddenly, the pipe fell. I came to, pinned by a valve, one flange on my forehead, the other behind. On my right was a wall of earth. My legs were dangling, a few inches above the bottom of the pit. I was unhurt. ...
Mahrajah Rajender Singh was a man who lived for only 28 years, but in that time he made a mark as a ruler of the Patiala state in British India.
How old the popular promenade known as the "Ramblas" in Barcelona is? Or why was it called with such a name?
Uploaded this one so many times I'm tired now of trying to say anything about it
This is a real life story that one had told me once and I always find it a moving one to recall.
Baji Rao laid the foundation of the Hindu empire after Aurangzeb's death in 1707 and along with his warrior like qualities history records his great love for a Muslim girl named Mastani.
In every war, there are always two sides, fighting and we always think that ours is the best and worth to be supported.
People said it looked like a wonderful hotel, but everything changed from 1939.
Do you want to write, but you don't know what to write about? Think of your childhood and you'll discover that your childhood is a mine of ideas.
Last night Mother, Father, Harrison, Petros and I sit on the West Wing stoep and eat. Then comes up the discussion of what to do for my birthday tomorrow. What to do?
Everyone faces this point in their life: there is no way forward; the outlook is bleak; thoughts are black; is there any way out? In a moment of weakness, death looks like the only option. The date was 10 December 1995. This is the turning point in my story.