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"But this train has pantry. Right?"

Today I am gonna share a funny incident that happened with me years ago but it's still so fresh that I feel it happened just yesterday. Whenever I think of any funny moment in my life, don't know why but this moment jumps out of the memory cards. Each time it makes me smile and simultaneously I bang my head inside for the stupidity I fell for. So here I go.....

This incident took place almost 10 years ago when my one elder cousin sister was due to her delivery (of pregnancy not of any project). My sister's delivery was just few more days to go. I along with my uncle (her father) had to go to Noida (where she resided that time) to help her in the process (not that any of us is a gynecologist but as a family of course). My aunty (her mother) and one more elder cousin sister were already there to help her through.

We had to catch a train from our native place to Noida. Mummy packed food for the journey and then we left in the evening. We boarded the train and soon it caught …

"Mujh me tu"...a lovely song

An upcoming movie has a special song called 'Mujh me tu'. Movie is Special 26 or Special Chhabbess. I love this song. It is surprisingly sung by Akshay Kumar, one of the finest actors in Bollywood.

His voice is lovely and lively. Interestingly, zero music epitomizes the beauty of the song by tons.



Broken threads

Life is wonderful many a times. One can compare it to anything and customize it as per the needs.

Today I am comparing it with an endless structure of a Thread. Yes! Life also resembles a Thread...a long series of yours stitched intertwined mother fabric that connects you with different fabrics of relationships.

It is strong when you have bindings of strongest fabrics that cares for you, that loves you and that can do anything for you. Such fabrics you get by birth like parents and siblings.

And it becomes stronger when you are lucky enough to drag more relationships with you in the later phases of the life say some relatives and friends. This makes your mother thread thicker. Those people let you live as you are; they let you be as you are and they enjoy every nook and cranny of your personality. They enjoy your goof ups, your candid reactions, your twinkling eyes after you spot your favorite chocolate, your full fledged smiles that takes them to travel far from the moment and also.…

"Alert!! Your system is crashing down to failure"

Congratulations to all the juveniles out there in India who are getting ready to commit a wonderful crime like *Rape*! Why wonderful? Because the honorary panel of judges has given them such license. Go, rape a girl and get a punishment of measly three years and then, you are again free to repeat the cycle until you transform into an adult. Wow! Look at the decision. It feels like someone has bullied a classmate to her extinction and now he is not allowed to come to the school for next three days. And the school administration didn't bother to explain the reasons behind such decision.

I think rape is a slightly major crime by few inches than bullying. That is why the main perpetrator *the so-called juvenile* is getting only a three years of imprisonment. Judges just went through his school certificate, got his exact age and decision done. He is proved to be a Juvenile. They didn't even bother to check up on his actual age by taking down some tests like bone test. In India, pa…

A remarkable tribute by Amitach Bachchan for Nirbhaya

Today I read a poem written by legendary Amitach Bachchan. He has dedicated this to the Delhi rape victim (on Dec. 16th 2012). When I start reading it, I couldn't stop myself completing it. It is so remarkable and sublime that literally it will make a vortex into your brain with a dot at its end :: Nirbhaya's (Real name :: Jyoti Singh) pleas and pains.

I am gonna share this poem on my blog to make it as an inseparable part so that I won't have to juggle to search it again.




Maa bohot dard sah kar..
bohot dard de kar...
tukhse kuch kah kar main jaa rahi hun.......
Aaj meri vidai main jab Sakhiyaan milne aayengi...
Safai­d Jode main lipti dekh sisak sisak mar jayengi... Ladki­ hone ka khud pe fr wo Afsos jatayengi.....
M­aa tu unse itna kah dena Darindo k duniya main Sambhal kar rahna..........­­..... Maa Rakhi par jb Bhaiya Kalai suni rah jayegi.. yaad mujhe kar kar jab unki Aankh bhar ayegi.... Tilak mathe par karne ko Maa rooh meri bhi Machal jayegi... Maa tu bhaiya ko rone na dena.…

The concept lying underneath a game

This evening, my son was playing Chess with his one neighborhood friend. Initially they both were keen to play Ben 10 games on the laptop but this time, I mooted the idea of Chess to them and much to my amazement, they happily agreed to commence it at the drop of a hat.

So they started playing with laying the Chess board and placing the players at their respective positions. I went curious. I made tea for myself and sat with them in the anticipation of witnessing an interesting match. But mostly I wanted to observe their mind set before and after making a move, the mental status at the time of losing a player and lastly but the most important target was to see how they react when one loses and other wins.

Finally the game started and sooner I could see my son losing his big players easily. His friend was playing sharper than him. He is older to my son but that definitely can not be used as an excuse. Chess is the mind game and one must have the acumen to play it right. I could see my…

A dart to nowhere

Something happened very strange right now. I was reading a newspaper and was highly consumed by it but all of sudden, I started craving for writing a post!! Don't know why. Although the news I was reading were not meant to be the part of my blog but still...I longed for writing one post. It is strange for me. Strange because a realization has just tickled my insight :: Writing is something which I can never ever escape from and my blogs!! Ohh!! I love'em soo muchh...beyond I can ever imagine.

One can call this BLOG-O-MANIA or simply BLOGOMANIA; mania that consumes you, that totally repletes you and leaves you with more of its cravings with its every last dosage. And one that is suffering from this mania can easily be crowned as BLOGOMANIAC and I am happy to be a big ONE...by default :)

So this post is heading to nowhere much like a dart who is shot towards a direction but doesn't meet a bull's eye. Anyways, doing all the things purposely is not my cup of tea. Random t…

"Can you please borrow my eyes?" Part 2 :: "A little piece of parenting"

Few days back I had started writing one more story on my blog. It is a story of a mother and her seven year old son Atulya. It is the story about their relationship that mirrors certain aspects of parenting and a child mind set. Parents, sometimes, fail to peek into their children's actual needs and this starts a whirlpool of emotions within the child. It takes him to a dilemma where he becomes paralyze about whom to trust when his parents are nowhere near trusting him.

To know more about it and to read its first part, click here :: "Can you please borrow my eyes?" Part 1 :: 'You are an embarrassment'. Clicking on this link will take you to the new window.

It is recommended to read its Part 1 so that you can keep yourself in the loop right from the beginning.

Disclaimer :: It's a fiction work and is entirely my creation. Copying its any part or using the entire story for otherwise purpose is likely to be treated with action. It is a copyright material.

Synopsi…

I long to see....

At the time when half of this world is asleep, I fell for a creation that touches parts somewhere in my deep. 
My own creation...
Hands that is too busy to caress its veins, Eyes that is too blind to see its own reflections, Heart that is turned over to see its own bleed, Soul that is locked to see its earthy fragility, Yet… I long to see if this all can be fixed deftly.
Why not eyes get a glass of love and care? Why not heart sits straight to see where it pinches? Why not soul is free to carry my wings? Yet.. I long to see those lips croon my sings.
I long for those arms to embrace me, I long for those eyes to shower love on me, I long for those hearts to smile for me, and I long for those souls to walk beside me, Yet… I see them quietly departing on a ride without me.
I long to feel my very own existence, and I long to stitch my very own bleeding heart, I long to tether my twinkling flooded tiny eyes, And yet again... I long to see if miracle really dances nearby.
Enjoy...
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"Can you please borrow my eyes?" Part 1 :: You are an embarrassment

A very warm welcome to my readers. Today I am going to narrate one more story. It's a fiction work and is entirely my creation. Copying its any part or using the entire story for otherwise purpose is likely to be treated with action. It is a copyright material.

About the story :: The story entails a relationship of a mother and her seven year old son. Parents usually do few things they should highly avoid. Their harsh words, insincerity towards the child, ignorance about the child's routine and being immune to what child thinks about anything often results into some unanticipated repercussions. This story escapes into one.

The story will be having two parts, each one with a title of itself. Part 1 will include how parents' verbal behavior inputs suffering within their child while Part 2 will enlighten the fact that parents too should see things from their kid's perspective. Both the parts will deal with the individual mind set of the mother and the child named Atulya a…

Your diet regime mirrors your work performance

Prima facie, your diet has a great resonance to your health and the stomach works as a centrifugal force that individually (and personally) commands several of your health factors. Mood swings, diseases, alteration in body adjustments, power of brain and its efficiency and not the least, your work performance.

This time I shut my mouth up and let the elitist reports and researches do their meticulous jobs. According to the Health Enhancement Research Organization (HERO), Brigham Young University and the Center For Health Research at Healthways, employees who eat healthy meals through out the day survive better than their peers at the workplace and reflects better job performance.

Another website, BusinessNewsDaily, shot a limelight on eating fruits and vegetables at least four times a week boosts up the stamina and lead the employees towards working a mountainous 25% more than an average.

If you are a junk food lover and also carry the caricature of a furniture (that always want to s…

How do you manage your life?

This question has been scowling, irritating and irrigating the anger within to so many professional women and it's quite natural. How do you manage your life? Or precisely, How do you manage your personal as well as professional lives both simultaneously? Many eminent women give away smart answers but that does not mean this is not a thing to ponder about. It surely is.

Since centuries, the situation of women in our Indian society has been monopolized heavily. Where the maximum number of departments are inadvertently pocketed to men, there no one wants to see women standing to their shoulder high. The mountains have been broken by several women but still, this very pebble appears frequently from nowhere.

"How do you manage your life?"

Earlier, I hardly racked my brain over this question. But somehow, it slugged my mind only few days back. When I diligently processed its answer, this question doesn't remain a matter of mirth anymore. Why not men are being asked such …

An evening with Preeti Shenoy

In my last post, I had talked about three cookies that had given me three different tastes. Find two of them here :: A meet with nature :: Nandhi hills.

At the end of the post, I had talked about the third cookie. This third cookie was a meeting with a renowned author Preeti Shenoy who was at Sapna Book House located on Residency Road in the evening. After meeting her, I realized it was worth going for and we relished the every chunk of the conversation.

If I talk about Preeti Shenoy, she has claimed three National Bestsellers in her kitty and her fourth book is recently launched. She has been thoroughly praised for her excellent story writing skills and her several interviews have been published in different newspapers. The occasion was to get indulged in a face-to-face conversation with her regarding her fourth book, The Secret Wishlist.

After coming back from Nandhi Hills at 3 PM at the same day, I was seriously looking forward to meet her. I have read her all three books and they…

A meet with nature :: Nandhi Hills

If I address my last three days as a bag of mixed cookies, I'd not be wrong. Life is a bag inside which you get different sort of cookies (incidents) with verity of tastes (emotions). Some are sweet, some are salty, bitter sweet or some are just...tasteless. My last three days have been like three cookies that carried altogether a different taste from one another. First cookie I bit was quite bitter and I didn't like it at all. I met with an accident with my car. It's effect was horrible and I was dejected afterwards. It took time to let it go off me.

Second cookie was our jaunt to Nandhi Hills which was really sweet and relishing. We went there yesterday i.e. on Saturday and enjoyed its every bite. And something as wonderful as a pleasant trip needs to be entailed in my blog, of course. So here is how our Saturday started off and ended with a great note.

Nandhi hills is situated almost 67 kilometers away from Bangalore city and it is in Chikkaballapur district of Karnatak…

A very very bad day :((

I don't feel like writing today yet I am doing the same. Writing is not just some thing I do when I am happy or normal; it helps me to absorb my sorrow too. It is cathartic you know. Today I met with an accident and because of that I am very very sad, not able to cope up with my own fear. Details aren't necessary to scratch here. What important here is :: I am trying to release my stress with the help of my blog and I don't expect anyone to read this post. If you don't, I will be happy because this way I wouldn't be infecting you with my sad heart and gloomy face. I am talking with my blog to help my own self, as usual.

Personally everything is normal but meeting with an accident on the road today had made me vulnerable. I was driving my car and met with an huge (at least for me) accident while hitting it to the other car damaging my car's bumper from one side. Instantly I knew it was my carelessness that led me to this trouble because I know how to drive a ca…

Sunitha Krishnan TED Talk Video

Few days back I had talked about Sunitha Krishnan's TED talk in one of my posts and I said the time I find it, I will share it here. It is a very powerful talk coming from a lady who has got power in her thoughts. The post was :: A father teaching his child about respecting women

And the video that inspired or bound me to write something on prostitution, sex slavery, human trafficking and human rights violation is this ::



DO watch it. It will make you realize talking on such topics sitting in air conditioner is as easy as a cake walk but following the same on its own terms is something that can bring tears in the eyes and blisters to your soul.









Love yourself for what you are!!

It is hard sometimes...isn't it? Your anger keeps you isolated; your not-very-grown-up thoughts makes you look immature among people; sometimes people's reaction towards you make you feel like 'Oh! How come I did this?' or may be your own personality makes you feel negative towards your own self. You think taller people looks amazing because you are short heightened; you find your wheatish complexion a million times less attractive than fairer ones; your bulging body makes you feel standing last in the crowd; your heavy/high pitched voice is not very soothing to other's ears;  your some habits are annoying at your workplace or if not the people, YOU are the one hating certain aspects of your own self. All in all, in some or other way you think you are not a person that can be loved even by your own heart.

If what I have said above is right in the smallest corner of your heart, I will strongly request you first to listen the video I am giving below. Lyrics is also …

A song struck in the cords of my heart

Today I was feeling like Titanic; not romantic but as a sinking ship. Yes! I was not feeling my best today. Bas yun hi (no reason). I am also entitled to feel like a dot sometimes...isn't it? :)

Anyways, I tried to do things that could elate me up to an extent. My husband was busy with more work today in comparison of the previous days. So he couldn't talk to me on phone to listen my sad story of the day. So I had to come for my own rescue. After mulling over things, I left my work and took a break. Don't know why but a song was surprisingly struck into the cords of my heart. I played it on my laptop and kept listening over and over. It isn't a sad one (as you are thinking). It is a romantic song from a Bollywood flick Tanu Weds Manu and the song is 'Yun hi' or 'Kitne dafe'. Despite being a romantic number, the singer's voice (Mohit Chauhan) was very soothing to my sad heart. His voice, lyrics of the song, music and its beats, rhythm etc. entire me…

Can I ask you a personal question ma'am?

Today a funny and cute thing I did with a teacher when we went to attend our son's PTA (Parent-Teacher Association) this morning. We had our breakfast and left for the PTA at around 9.40 AM. There we had to meet his class teacher first followed by the teachers of other subjects.

So we met his class teacher and asked about my kid's progress. I had the exam papers of in my hands pertaining to the last two terms. She was thoroughly satisfied with my kid's performance. In fact, she did show me an answer of his on the paper which was done brilliantly by him. Needless to mention, I was satisfied listening this. Yes! I did realize after examining the papers that my son has done fairly well in the last term than first twos.

Then we went ahead to meet his Hindi and English subject teachers. They were also quiet happy with his progress and I was happier. Then we met his Maths teacher. She is cute and beautiful. Really. She is. When my turn came, I asked again the same question abou…

A father teaching his child about respecting women

Since few days I have been watching a pair of father-son talking on a topic that once was an alien subject to children. The father has been teaching his child about how to respect and love women in his life. He has been telling him for doing his best to not to tease or to say ill words to any woman he meet. He is not supposed to do so even if he feels anger beyond his limit. The father was saying all these things because of the recent enhanced number of crimes against women in India and he went sensitive after hearing about victims. The father simply doesn't want his child to be a kind of those criminal in the later phases of his life. He wants him to be a good and positive community person. He is teaching all these things because seeds of good habits can only be rowed in the childhood years and its fruits of respect, love, passion, sympathy and many others will be received later in his life. The child kept throwing endless arrows of questions to his father to which he got a sati…