Tuesday, 30 April 2013

How to squeeze or kill waiting time

Waiting...is one of the most boring time slot when it's lonnggg and you are alone. No bird flocking around, no car screeching a sound and not even a person near you to not to let your beautiful face down. Whether you are waiting for a person, a phone call, a mail, a gift and even the shopkeeper to return so that you can inquire about the staple you need, waiting in all forms may make you go grumpy. And it is very natural, very human.

Then how to tackle this waiting time slot? How to squeeze the waiting time whose one minute teases you like it has grown up as one full day?

Relax folks! When the creator invented problems, it hailed solutions too. There indeed are multiple ways by using which you can tackle/squeeze/kill your waiting time. In fact, you can also turn your waiting time into a fun time.

Squeeze the waiting 

So what's the delay? Let's get started.

1. First is first, stop looking at the watch. Set a timer instead. This way you will automatically come to know when the waiting is over. You won't be fussing around. Keep the watch inside your deepest pocket or on the highest cupboard.

Sunday, 28 April 2013

Sunday Funday :)

Jokes to make you smile and ROFL :)

Define checkmate!

When you tell your girlfriend that you saw a girl on the street who looked exactly like her.

and she asks, "Was she hot?"

You can't say NO
You can't say YES


One IT guy, "Dude! Our engineering degree got wasted. What to do?"

Another, "Sell it on OLX. Wahan sab kuchh bikta hai (everything sells there). Even garbage too..."

Some men can't decide whether weekdays are hectic or weekends
These men are called married men! 

If you are Wrong and you Shut up, you are Wise

But if you are Right and you Shut up, you are Married!

Height of Being Single

Listening to romantic song and thinking
About whom should I think of?

"Bro...do you know BBM and Whatsapp have been ranked 2nd and 3rd as Best for Gossip?"
"Who is 1st then?"
"Women still rule the world" :D

Saturday, 27 April 2013

How to deal after rape :: An inspiring true story

After being raped, I was wounded; my honour was not : Sohaila Abdulali

"When I fought to live that night, I hardly knew what I was fighting for. A male friend and I had gone for a walk up a mountain near my home. Four armed men caught us and made us climb to a secluded spot, where they raped me for several hours, and beat both of us. They argued among themselves about whether or not to kill us, and finally they let us go.

At 17, I was just a child. Life rewarded me richly for surviving. I stumbled home, wounded and traumatized, to a fabulous family. With them on my side, so much came my way. I found true love. I wrote books. I saw a kangaroo in the wild. I caught buses and missed trains. I had a shining child. The century changed. My first gray hair appeared.

Too many others will never experience that. They will not see that it gets better, that the day comes when one incident is no longer the central focus of your life. One day you find you are no longer looking behind you, expecting every group of men to attack. One day you wind a scarf around your throat without having a flashback to being choked. One day you are not frightened anymore.

Rape is horrible. But it is not horrible for all the reasons that have been drilled into the heads of Indian women. It is horrible because you are violated, you are scared, someone else takes control of your body and hurts you in the most intimate way. It is not horrible because you lose your “virtue.” It is not horrible because your father and your brother are dishonored. I reject the notion that my virtue is located in my vagina, just as I reject the notion that men’s brains are in their genitals.

If we take honor out of the equation, rape will still be horrible, but it will be a personal, and not a societal, horror. We will be able to give women who have been assaulted what they truly need: not a load of rubbish about how they should feel guilty or ashamed, but empathy for going through a terrible trauma.

The week after I was attacked, I heard the story of a woman who was raped in a nearby suburb. She came home, went into the kitchen, set herself on fire and died. The person who told me the story was full of admiration for her selflessness in preserving her husband’s honor. Thanks to my parents, I never did understand this.

The law has to provide real penalties for rapists and protection for victims, but only families and communities can provide this empathy and support. How will a teenager participate in the prosecution of her rapist if her family isn’t behind her? How will a wife charge her assailant if her husband thinks the attack was more of an affront to him than a violation of her?

A fun post for all guys (The centenary post)

Sorry guys (boys and men)! There is no fun post here. I had to put the title just to catch your attention. This post is not a fun post albeit you will find something interesting to read, I believe.

This post is the fruition of tumultuous thoughts that come with newspapers everyday. Every now and then, at least one common news is pasted on the papers. Names are changed, locations have tossed, age is no barrier and even the measure of mental sickness varies but one thing remains unarguably constant.

A girl has been raped.

Yesterday there was this news on the front page. A 19 yr. old girl was waiting for the bus at 7 in the morning. She just came out of the church and was standing at the roadside when a Scorpio (car) stopped in front of her. One guy peeked out to locate a address written on the paper and when the unlucky lass went nearer to the car, she was snatched and taken inside the car. Not to mention, she was dumped after few hours, completely destroyed, devastated and strewn of her dignity.

Currently that girl is under treatment but does it matter anymore whether she will make it to another life? Her life is already squeezed out of the meaning she had. Even if she somehow manages to make it, will her life remain the same? Will she ever be able to breathe a dollop of freedom again? No.

Why do you do it guys? I don't say every guy is the same but for those who commit such things, I'd hate to ask. Why to rupture someone's peace of mind by smothering its core? Can't you see the amount of pain you cause to a soul that is as human and as worthy as you? Have you ever thought of what next for the victim? Or, your role was alive till the moment you have spurted out your pleasure?

Eye-widening increased number of rape cases shows it's the downfall of humanity. The dooms day would be coming very soon or, I wish the same. There are so many lives you guys have been dooming lately then how about for the entire human race? Like no study no confusion, the same goes for no human no downfall.

What would you do if you get to know that your sister, mother or wife has gotten raped today? Would you be able to breathe or survive or live? If no, think of those victims. They are also a sister, mother or a wife to someone. They carry the same responsibility of the family's prestige as the females in your lives do. If you have even an iota equivalent of respect for the females, change your mindset, change the idea of acquiring pleasure.

Tuesday, 23 April 2013

How to get a deep good night sleep

Sleep is as much required for the body as the food. If food is the fuel to the body, a good deep sleep is the switch to turn the body functions on/off. A good night sleep helps your body to function well, on time and without facing much issues.

Time will keep changing and so will the reasons that can easily take a toll on your good night sleep. So why not pace with the time and try your best to maintain a habit of getting a deep good night sleep every time you go on the bed? If you are nodding, read it on then. I am sure you will find ample effective working tips that can add wonders to your good night sleep.

Sleep like a baby

  • Make a definite sleep pattern. At what time you will hit the bed and what time you should say it a good bye, decide it. But make sure you get at least eight hours of sound uninterrupted sleep. This will re-energize your body to work next day.
  • Some things induces sleep. These are called soporific. Chamomile tea helps you to stimulate sleep. Also, Lavender essential oil is soporific. It induces sleep too. Use a drop on your night dress or few in your bathing water.
  • Use aroma to soothe your nerves. If you are stressed, using aromatic face cream, body lotion or body wash will leave a long lasting soothing effect on your skin. Aromatic candles or perfumes too will do the job. Using them in day time too will help you sleep at night.
  • Do not fidget with electronic gadgets before going to bed. Leave the cards of poker/Spider, balls of Backgammon, snake of Snake, aliens of Ben 10, fighting heroes of Contra, India of Tank etc. inside your gadgets only. They will only stimulate your sensory organs and will make you awake for late night. 
  • Switch off the TV too. Do not watch TV at least one hour prior going to your bed. This will calm your senses and will be helpful in bringing sleep.
  • Do some exercise on bed. If you not getting sleep even after lying down for more than one hour, do some exercise while you are lying down on the bed. Take a deep breath and gradually exhale while concentrating on your navel or any other body part. Count till you exhale completely. Repeat until your eyes get heavy with sleep. Second, inhale-exhale; inhale-exhale; do it frequently. It will let your stress out and also send the signal to your brain that your body is relaxed and it wants to sleep.
  • Do some sleep stimulating activity. Like reading books or listening to music or audio tapes. Watching screen will hinder the sleep stimulating process. But listening helps in getting sleep faster.
  • Take a shower. According to the weather and depending upon your preference, take a hot/cold shower before you crash on the bed. Streams of water will relax you. It will wash away dirt, dust, pollution along with tauten nerves and muscles. 
  • Avoid tea/coffee at least 4-5 hours before you plan to sleep. It takes around 3-4 hours to the body to reduce the effect of caffeine.
  • Fall for love-making. A passionate, rigorous and tiring love-making act is always considered as an effective sleeping pill.

Monday, 22 April 2013

Do not rape a life as equal as Yours (Rumination on Delhi 5-year-old Rape Case)

Be it five year or fifty year old female, all are same in the eyes of the rapists when it comes to satiate their upright monster. It is often said, Beauty lies in the eyes of a beholder. Here I can say, Brutality lies in the eyes of a rapist.

I am failing at thinking what to write here yet I want to express the blankness of my mind. The hatred for such men (rapists) is too strong to suppress. Why they do it? For few minutes of pleasure or to take a revenge on the girl or on someone else? Or, to take out merely the frustration caused by something else? Are they naturally mentally sick? Or, do they commit such sickening crimes just to declare themselves so?

Whatever is the question or the answer tagged to them, I don't give a damn about it. All I care about is, Save Girls, Save Humanity. DO NOT RAPE A LIFE AS EQUAL AS YOURS.

Because rape is not a joke!!
What if we women start to do the same with men? Yes!! Don't raise your eye-brows at it. In many countries, even men are also robbed and snatched of their dignities by women. Just because females have a hole and rapists' have many loopholes, that does not mean such men can not be punished through the same way. They can also be raped!! By women!! By the same gender whom they have been harassing and enjoying their miseries since centuries!! The way would be different of course, but would equalize the same terror in the eyes tugged by the same horrifying feeling.

Saturday, 20 April 2013

Why forgiving is so tough?

I am not here to answer or to explain the reason behind this question. Rather, I am here to ask. Why is it so tough to forgive? Why, sometimes in our lives, the concept of forgiving becomes too hard to abide? Why?

When I roll back the reel life through the past, some faces appear in front of my perplexed eyes. Those faces smile, they wince, they laugh, they cry, they share their joys and delights, they scold, they teach; basically they had done everything that being in a relationship can be defined. None of their expressions were fake, I know this from the very bottom of my heart.

Yet...it's too hard to forgive. Why?

When life takes a different path or I should be saying it in a better way, when life hurls us on an unwanted path, why the same smiling and sharing faces become so strange, so extrinsic that it culminates into an inner juggling to accept them? I know there are some catches in everyone's persona but yet, it becomes a real tough job to accept and manifest those people who were once in a fantastic camaraderie with you and now went wrong in putting their heads on the right side of coin.

I wonder whether it happens with anyone else too or it's just me messing my hair over such microbial things.

Wednesday, 17 April 2013

Donned a fresh success? Celebrate it then

What pulled me towards writing this post is the moment when I stood on the weighing scale this morning. I simply couldn't believe at the sight and kept staring the digital meter for at least two minutes. It showed me that I have lost 5.5 Kgs (12 lbs approx.)!! I was so delighted finding myself near to my pre-set goal that I literally grinned ear to ear. I am highly satisfied for touching the edge of my goal in less than just four months and still savoring its every bit.

Acknowledging that it is a huge compliment for me, ek chhota sa celebration to banta hai na (This demands for a little celebration). So I did celebrate my success by eating my favorite Chocolate flavored sweet. Not in too much of amount but yes...to please myself a little bit, I did take a small bite. And it's all okay!

These little celebrations are what required to keep you motivated and happy-go-lucky soul. There are several tips for celebrating success but I am giving away easy and effective celebration tips to turn it into a bigger long-lasting memoir.

1. Make it a guilt free ride

If you have achieved your goal, make sure you celebrate it as soon as possible to retain its freshness. But whatever you do, do not turn your celebration into a guilt ride under any circumstances. I don't recommend either that you go overboard by crushing your freshly achieved success yet I do recommend to treat yourself with something special you like or love like a bottle of wine or a new set of ear rings!

Tuesday, 16 April 2013

Looking for the salvation

Eyes look ahead,
At the path stretched;
Don't know where to station?
Yet looking for the salvation.

This gloomy day,
Topped with sinking heart;
And there is this pleasant weather,
Adding irony to my fear.

Feeling alone, scared and crippled,
Want to hide myself somewhere cuddled;
Why life becomes so harsh?
Stubborn, irritating and rash?

Want to break this cocoon,
And emerge out of it very soon;
But like it was that easy,
To dump the cocktail of frenzy.

I wait as I write,
I laugh as I feel dull inside;
Let few days pass away,
And I will be soon back on MY way.

Amish Tripathi interview

Amish Tripathi, the renowned (and now celebrity) author of Shiva Trilogy, has found a new way. He is now an A-lister, aired on CNBC-TV18. Below is his interview. He totally bowled me over with his modest yet liberal stances. Found it worth to share on my blog.

This interview has some learning intertwined too :)

Monday, 15 April 2013

Gone with the wind...moments

I hate living like this sometimes...alone, stripped of parents and my siblings :(

The week started on a bad note. And I already know the entire week is already infected by it. (Un)fortunately the weather today is nice. After sinking like Titanic for the whole day and when I found I couldn't withstand with just the four walls and some electronic gadgets anymore, I went upstairs to the terrace with a steaming cup of tea and some low fat biscuits (as I can't imagine myself sipping my tea without any biscuit...if I am in my own territory!!).

When I stepped on the terrace, the cool whiff of breeze stroke my hair and it instantly soothed my aching heart and dull mood. I started strolling here and there while sipping the tea in between. My kid was playing with his aeroplane nearby and to strike the luck on his stride, he got a neighborhood friend to play with. As I was moving my eyes absorbing the surroundings, I saw few people on a building terrace a little far from my own. They seemed to be like a family or similar to that.

 All of a sudden, I started to crave to see my parents followed by siblings too. The longing to see them was so strong that few tears silently rolled down my cheeks. I wiped them out. I called my mother and she was busy in doing the most obvious and the most lucrative thing in any lady's life and that is shopping!! She couldn't talk. Then I called my father who was just there to accompany her (moreover to see how much light his pocket was going to be). I talked to him and told him how my day has started with a very bad note. he smiled and guided me through some teaching of life. I nodded. I told him how much I am missing them and urged them to come here ASAP. But I wish wishes can come true as easily as an onset of a pleasant memory.

Later, I kept strolling for around one and half hours. Then my husband joined in this jaunt and we both talked for few minutes. Now sitting on my couch back at home, I feel lonely from inside. Not that my husband is not there with me but I am craving to be with my parents and hiding myself in their warm and protective cocoon.

Sunday, 14 April 2013

Bitten by a Silly Spider

A sting of writing a poem,
A desire to write a rhyme;
Has struck me now
But not sure,
Where to start and how.

Poem is nothing but a play of words,
Pick one word from here and another from there,
And put them in order like you desire;
But what to write now?
Has become the 'Question of the day' somehow.

I smile as I write,
Why this smile, what for?
I am not sure;
Yet I smile,
And it gets wider;
I wonder,
Whether I am bitten by a Silly Spider.

This state of *unsurety* has consumed me highly,
It has made me curious lightly;
Do I always need a title to write?
I think as I do nail-bite,
Is it always so important to hold a kite?

Why not holding just the thread?
And letting it go the way it said;
Why to coerce it to fly with the kite?
This makes some sense,
As I gain some quaint intelligence.

But there is this strange relation,
Between Mr. Thread and Mrs. Kite equation;
Mrs. Kite says, "Let me fly",
But Mr. Thread is petulant,
He says, "Don't fly. Just lie"

Mrs. Kite gets angry,
She stares him dryly;
Mr. Thread knows the game,
As he approaches,
Mrs. Kite is ready for the tame.

Mr. Thread pats his counterpart,
As he holds her with a softer heart;
He ties himself with her,
And this way...
They strike the balance of nature.

Now I am surprised,
How the poem is stitched,
And personified;
But I am happy,
And glorified;
With a redolent note...
I wish you a Good Night.

Saturday, 13 April 2013

Remember to put down the glass!

Below is an interesting piece expounding on how fatal stresses and worries can go. The same I had listened few years back into my kid's school function; delivered by the principal of the school. It was interesting that time too to listen such easy interpretation. Now when I read it again on Facebook, I remembered and thought it'd be wise to share this. 


A psychologist walked around a room while teaching stress management to an audience. As she raised a glass of water, everyone asked they'd be asked the "Half empty or half full" question. Instead, with a smile on her face, she inquired,

"How heavy this glass is?"

The answers floated as 8 oz. to 20 oz.

She replied,

"The absolute weight doesn't matter. It depends on how long I hold it. If I hold it for a minute, it's not a problem. If I hold it for an hour, I'll have an ache in my arm. If I hold it for an entire day, my arms will feel numb and paralyzed. In each case, the weight of the glass doesn't change. But the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes." She continued,

"The worries and stresses in life are like that glass of water. Think about them for a while and nothing happens. Think about them for a bit longer and they will start to hurt. And if you chose to think about them for an entire day, they will begin to numb and paralyze your senses."

It is important to let go of your stresses and worries. As early as possible is better. Don't carry them through the evening and into the night. Remember to put down the glass! 

Friday, 12 April 2013

Stress + Smile = Swimming

Now that I have finished my evening snacks quota, let's start talking my dear blog. It is always so nice to sit with you and tell you my things. You always listen to me patiently and reciprocate in the way that I desire the most - the most sincere and friendly way and...I love it. So let's commence one of my hobbies - Chit-chatting.

The day started normal with usual haste in the morning and then outstanding dose of my fitness class. Since few days, I was being so much haggard after my classes that I seriously had pains everywhere. I wondered what happened all of a sudden to me as it's the first timer in four months that I went into such painful state. After a li'l effort, I figured out what was amiss.

Though I have changed my timings for the summer vacations, the current batch is more vigorous and energy consuming. Advance level of aerobics steps, deadly stretches and non-stop running around along with high voltage western music, bigger crowd and the increased desire to do every step precisely one after the other were taking a toll on me. I had forgotten that heavier work out can only be combated by more rest. And now that I have gotten my cure, I am all fit and fine. Feeling much better.

But something else is amiss too today. That is my happy cheerful mood. I am highly stressed out because of something and having headache too because of it. Anyways, I had lunch and then ran straight to my kid's swimming classes. Surprisingly, I wanted to be out of my home today because usually...his swimming classes timings carry heat and I distaste it a bit. But today I was relaxed to get a reason to be out of home.

Thursday, 11 April 2013

I wish him the happiness and comfort

A funny yet interesting moment happened just now and how can I go without mentioning it on my blog? :)

The moment went like this ::

We are at home. I was working on something on my laptop while my husband was busy with his one official call. The call went for around forty minutes. During his call, I was enjoying myself on my laptop by writing and reading something randomly. When my husband returned from his call, he found me smilingly working on the internet.

He paused. I looked at him and asked what happened. He said with a longing in his voice,

"It's soooo nice that you can work from home. With all the comfort, with not much of the burdens and sitting cozily on your bed. You are soo soooo lucky. I wish I could switch my job with yours"

Needless to say, I guffawed at his such cute longing. He continued,

"If I get a chance to stay at home and do all the chores by myself, I will be a happy soul. I will be happy to prepare breakfast and lunch in the morning; I will be happy for making dinner as well. I will do ALL the household chores on a happy note"

I laughed but I felt compassion and a little...pity too for him. Corporate jobs are not easy to deal with but what can I do to ease his such demands apart from saying,

"Hey! It's OK. It happens. Just don't worry. You are doing good man!!"

Then I remembered number of such husbands are increasing all over the world. The work pressure and the challenges they are getting into meet everyday is literally taking the hell out of'em. Everyday is a struggle. That brings no wonder to me if they surreptitiously long for switching their jobs with their home sitting/working wives.

But as I love him truly, I wish him all the happiness and comfort from all over the world. I wish one day he could avail the luxury of sitting on his resting chair, sipping his favorite Lemon tea, enjoying the weather and all this...without any work related or any kind of issues :)

Monday, 8 April 2013

15 expert ways for a Happy You

Who says staying happy is a hard nut to crack? At least I am not.

Just because our busy lifestyles are crawling into becoming busier everyday and the latest electronic gadgets are eating those time slots that are supposed to be dedicated for the family and friends, that does not mean we can not be privileged to stay happy.

Staying happy needs nothing but little tiny-winy puny efforts that comes in the package with our day to day routines. All we need is, to find them and enjoy them till they are fresh. Below are 15 expert ways of staying happy. Follow them and get a Happy You...instantly!

Smile begets Smile :)

1. Hug someone

Researches show that hugging someone for at least 15 minutes can adorn you with that person't trust. Isn't it wonderful? Everyone feels lovely to be hugged by someone beloved. Hugging releases happy hormones (and that is serotonin) inside the body and that relaxes our nerves and muscles.

So what are you waiting for then? Go and hug someone you know will love to be hugged. But be careful my friend. Do not rush to hug your neighbor or boss. This may put you in serious trouble. ;)

2. Express your love

We love our parents, spouse, friends, kids, family, this one and that one and many ones. But sometimes, once in a while, sending a warm note of love can do the magic on relationships. Once I put a love note inside my husband's lunch box without telling him...obviously. Though he takes his lunch with his friends usually but I put that note in a way that could only be seen by him. That note made him smiling huge and he instantly called me after the lunch. And that was wonderful!!

3. Realize your importance

YOU are important no matter how much you deny the fact. Your mere presence can beautify a moment for someone; your motivational speech can turn a suicidal mind into a survival one; your delicious recipe can make someone happy and by just breathing, you can reward someone with a full fledged life. Your beloveds are relaxed at their respective positions because you are okay.

Your life is just not your own solely; you owe it to many. So realize you are important to many others.

Sunday, 7 April 2013

Women are no longer robots!!

While I started my Saturday morning on a sweet note by eating homemade Kheer (A rice pudding made in milk), the following post may not seem equally sweet to many men.

Disclaimer :: This post is intended for those species of men who think being the bread winner of the family transforms them into a highly superior personality to their wives and hence, deserve to be regarded as the most respectful person; for whom their wives are nothing but a human robot who is designed to fulfill their all kind of desires, not expecting anything in return.

Also, I am not writing anything here with any sort of ill intention to judge or insult men but when injustice happens to one, it is important to unravel the issue; it is equally important to bend the concrete unfair rules of the society.

Caution :: Proceed at your own risk!!

I am not going to be surly here by protesting for feminism or to rule out men from the equation. Rather, I am here only for saying few things that have always been echoing the women's minds yet these *few things* have always been treated as reading between the lines; always understood by the society but never spoke out loud!!!

Below is the piece of a conversation (and that is the source behind this post). Yesterday I was having a video chat with my one uncle. After formal greetings, the conversation went on like this ::

Uncle :: "How are you beta? Is everything fine?"

I :: "I am fine uncle. Think about the others who gets to live with me" (I cracked up a light joke)

Uncle :: "If you are fine then others will automatically be fine"

I :: "That's kind of one sided statement uncle. My well being depends on other member's well being too!!"

Uncle :: "No beta! Everything depends on the lady of the house. If she is fine, everything will be fine too"

I :: "I disagree uncle. If others don't treat the house lady with love and respect then how can she ever be fine?"

Uncle :: "This is not the case. Everything depends on the wife/house lady herself"

I :: "But what if she doesn't get the love and respect from her husband? Can she ever be fine?"

Uncle :: "These all things always depend on her. If she is fine, others are also fine"

I, realizing it was futile to continue the discussion, said :: "This topic is better to be conducted when I and you are sitting face to face" and then the video chatting continued normally on other random topics. I think elderly people like my uncle are too old to mold their beliefs now.

But his one sided belief made me to think, not to mention...again, on a very sensitive subject.

Why women are being treated as human robots; with flesh and blood but with no desires and independence?

Why men (and women too) think that the life (not the house only, mind you!) is run solely by its house lady and she is the only responsible person for whatever happens every time? How come her happiness, her integrity and her wishes are not supposed to be dependent on the other members while others' are so much droning on her?

His such way of thinking neither bemused me nor irritated me and nor turned me into a heart broken soul. Such array of thoughts and hence actions, are not new to me. In all over the world, men have always considered themselves as the supreme authority over the women. They think they earn money and that is why they have claimed the right to live cut above the rest (here 'rest' means 'women').

Is it justifying that being the bread winner of the family makes one gender superior to the other? Money is so important that if you have it, you can rule over your wife?

I find this all a bull shit. These days when women are also earning money and efficiently running the house, her modesty and sanity haven't gone anywhere. She doesn't take pride in running her family. Instead, she feels happy to be independent to step out on her own but she knows her real happiness lies with the family. Therefore, she always try to strike a balance between her in and out lives.

Smile that shows women are no longer a robot

Need to learn 'Time Management'

Sometimes days become so strange. Now-a-days when I have the luxury of squeezing more time out of my routine yet, I am not able to do things that I like say reading and writing! My husband has given me 'The Oath of the Vayuputras' (The third book of Shiva Trilogy) as my birthday gift but how bizarre is this that where I found ample time to read the first two riveting books of this series which were extremely hard for me to put down for a second, there I am not reading the third one since many days? Not because it is not piquing my curiosity to know what happens finally but I am just not able to extract time out of my schedule. How contradictory that is!!

Sometimes when I am cooking or folding cloths or doing some other stuff, I keep mulling over like "Oh! I haven't read any book since 3-4 days" or "It has been a long time since I have settled down idly to watch TV" and above all, "Damn it! I am not able to do my writing stuff. What has happened to me?" and I keep munching on my own thoughts. This irrigates disgust for my own self :(

But tonight I have decided to whatever happens from tomorrow, I will resuscitate my normal routine of reading, writing and all those hobbies that I love to do. After all, my hobbies define me in a larger way; give me a broader picture of my abilities and extend them too! Also, hobbies give me the motivation to keep on going on everyday basis.

And for doing all this, I guess I will have to learn Time management but harder this time. But guess what? I am all set to learn it :)

Tuesday, 2 April 2013

Post for my grand mother and when there is a battle between mind and heart!

It hurts to see our loved ones in grief, trouble or, sometimes in the hospital. People whom we love when face the unfair atrocities of life, it wrists our hearts with a sudden thrust that let us neither breathe nor die.

I remember my grand mother. She was absolutely fond of me. When I recall the wonderful serene time that I spent with her, my heart twists in a way that leaves a scar later. It is painful to realize the fact that she is no longer with me. But if I want to soothe my heart, I just turn my thoughts in the other direction. I think, "She is always with me. Physical presence doesn't matter much when two hearts are tied up" and I feel relax. I still love her a lot. She meant everything to me.

But now that she is gone, a painful twisted scar is left on my heart. They say time heals but sometimes, time only dries up the tears, not heal your heart completely.

Since my childhood, sleeping with her at nights was my usual routine. When any of our family member was gone out for some work and he was supposed to return at night, she kept herself awake until that gone out person returned. Whether it is two or three at night, she kept herself vigilant. When the person took more time to return than anticipated, she started to get worried. She just simply couldn't sleep while I was soundly asleep next to her.

In the middle of the night when I got up for some reason and saw her still waiting, I asked her to sleep. If that person comes, he will rind the doorbell and then you can get up. But she always refused my this logic. She had always taken care of her entire big family. Even after her, she has taken care of the same.

She was very sweet, bright minded, advanced with the age, elegant, funny and understanding. Her face was always radiating a glow while she never utilized any face pack or any other beauty treatment. Her facial glow was so natural that it often used to send all of us in an amazement. All the friends of me and my sisters used to compliment her a lot about her glowing face and for being a rare grand mother. She was loved, adored and admired by all.

But among all, she loved me the most. When I was going Varanasi for medical preparations, she wasn't ready to send me away. Even I didn't want to leave her but I had to go. When I left, later my mother told me that she said, "Now that she is gone, I feel like a part has taken away from me". I couldn't believe she loved me this much.

Recalling and writing these all memories has brought tears into my eyes. Because I still love her and she will always be in my heart. She has occupied a very special, one-of-its-own-kind place and that is :: the top of my heart. She is proudly sitting there smiling back at me in every moment of life.

There are colossal of memories to recollect. After Varanasi, I was again supposed to do the medical preparation but this time in Allahabad. That time she wasn't in a very good health state. I decided not to go and be with her. I knew my presence will satisfy her in some way. I stayed, leaving back my previous plans.

Monday, 1 April 2013

Life In A Metro song

The song I was searching for. Outstanding song that can take you out of this world....:)(

My second favorite song. Can't get enough of it :)