Saturday, June 24, 2017

Maa, I won't Bear? #Domesticviolence


“Thud Thud…Thud” and the sobs followed.

It wasn’t a one day affair…It happened every day.

I was just Seven, so couldn’t predict what went behind the scene but was sure that whatever went on was not justified…her sobs confirmed.

One day, I mustered courage to peep through the keyhole to know what occurred behind the doors and how everything seemed smooth after an hour or so.

The scene behind the door was fierce and I could not lay my eyes on them….He was literally a brute.

He beat her up with his leather belt, whipping hard on her with every strokes and she lied helpless on the floor.

He removed the sari that draped her fragile body and hit her hard on her delicate parts.

I was shivering with fear…He is a beast…he can’t be my father.

I ran to my granny and told her the sequence that I watched through. She was cool.

“It happens Baby. Your mother might have disobeyed your father.”

“Dadi…what are you saying? Go and see, how that beast is whipping belt on her skin.” I literally howled at her.

“It’s new for you…not for me. Your mother has leverage that she can take few decisions…accompany your father on tour. My life was much worst, dear…but till date, no one knows of it. I didn’t ever complain to my Mother because her life was not better than mine. I was beaten if I disobeyed your Baba but my Mother was confined in room for days without food if she couldn’t manage the things on time. Baby, it’s our fate. We are born to be in captive and it’s necessary else the girls will go astray and not accommodate with their husbands and in-laws. She needs to be in strict guardianship before and after marriage.” Dadi said nonchalantly.

I was sobbing hard.

“Dadi, how can you be so callous? It is not necessary that if you were abused, my Mother should meet the same fate…You and your son both are beasts.” I said.

A strong hand overpowered me and yelled on top of his voice.

“You need worse treatment than your mother…at this age, your pitch is so high. What will you do after marriage? You need severe punishment.” My father said fiercely.

The fragile hands wrapped me in her arms and requested him to overlook my faults, giving me a chance to improve.

“Please forgive her. She is naive and innocent. I will make her understand.” She pleaded sobbingly.

Silently, I walked to my room.

The words of my mother eroded my confidence in her. She too believes like Dadi…she is no better.

I was only seven but these harrowing experience at home had made me more matured than my age.

I could see my future bleak.

“Maa…instead of stopping father, you said that I will be checked. I can’t endure these miseries. I saw today how that Man whom you call your husband treats you. Even you shouldn’t bear…leave this house forever.”

“No, Baby…don’t say like this, now my dead body will leave this house. Though he is cruel and wild at times but still I can’t disregard him. Our parents taught us.” Maa said with a blank look.

Years passed but the situation remained more or less the same.

I was twenty now.

I had vowed that I won’t accept arranged alliance of my parents rather will choose my life partner and talk to him over the points of adjustments before getting hitched.

One day, my senior proposed me.

I rolled out my points and said that if he agreed then I will go steady with him and get hitched when he comes into job.

Two years passed smoothly without any disagreements.

One day, he saw me with my class mate in market and was ferocious over phone and said so many things which were not required.

I disconnected the line bidding him good bye forever.

I didn’t want a life like my mother and granny.

I am thirty now and waiting for a suitable alliance.

I need a man in my life but not at the cost of my self-esteem.

( The tit bits that goes around.)

Linked to A Letter To Her.

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Thursday, June 22, 2017

Three Mood Enhancers That Changed My Life!!! #ThankfulThursdays


When I look back down the lanes then I find myself more matured with age….or you can say leverage of maturity is more than the age.

Time is the best planner and healer and if it heals before outbreak of diseases, then one is lucky and today, I consider myself lucky.

You will be wondering what I am trying to say.

There was a time when I was very moody and was always on a search of a booster to spur my mood…my mood was like the rainy season of Mumbai…the off switch was mostly on and I lingered to search a way to uplift my mood…and took support of Music, friends, gardening and books but I never adhered for long and wasted precious phase of life in swinging from one branch to another and roamed with a sloppy face.

When I stepped on the Sweet Sixteen…age of wandering & dreams but much did not change for me…I was the same slot.

Then, one day, I sat alone in silence & introspected.

“What stopped me from enjoying my precious life?”

I was born in a well to do family, pampered with all the comforts…then why was I wasting my time and energy over uplifting my mood.

Then and there, I vowed, “I will control my mood and not be controlled by Mood…it’s my kingdom and I am supposed to reign on my life…no intervention allowed of this shit, ‘Mood’ which was spoiling me and my mood tantrums affected my direct family and I was been considered a stubborn brat.

This was the turning point in my life and all evolved for good.

I started enjoying the small joys of life and large transformations was seen in me.
Few were mistaken by my positive mood swing and thought that I had fallen in love.
Yes, I had fallen in love but not with any person. I had fallen in love with Nature.


I was fond of gardening from childhood but never initiated much.

We lived in independent house and acres of land sprawled around which was used for flowers & veggies.

I took a patch of  front bed row for myself to try my gardening skills, which included weeding, seeding, watering and preparing compost manure…it was one of my best engagement after studies and watching the plants growing boosted my mood and a level of satisfaction enveloped me. 

Gradually, I started helping my Grandfather in gardening and took charge of all the flower beds and the bright hues spurred my mood.


Music turns me on and a heavenly feeling intoxicates me. It soothes me from within and the feeling that I go through cannot be summed up in words. I found solace in Music and it proved to be a soul healer. I started singing and started giving programs in school, colleges and in social circle…The music healed me and the mood swings were nearly over with this practice and I felt lighter and happier…so I devoted my free time to Music and this aspiration introduced me to friends, who were music lovers and my social circle enhanced.


Since childhood, I was fond of reading and the mood swings gave way to writing…it was a medium to open up and pour down the feelings which emanated from the best and the bitter experiences of life. I was introvert in those days, so I found writing very healing and comforting. In those days, we wrote Diary. This flair improved my vocabulary, creativity and imaginative skills. Word power improved a lot and even mood swings improved. After venting out, I felt relieved and refreshed, it brushed up my woes.

These three medium helped me to control my mood tantrums and these three bestowed great change in my persona.

I overcame the mood swings and at the age of 17, I was a new self, who looked at life with a positivism.

No grievance or loss or lows of life screws me anymore and I became adjustable &adaptable and I never back out however adverse the circumstance is. I accept the lows of life as a part and parcel of life.

This is me….What about U?

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Monday, June 19, 2017

VLCC Customised Obesity Package!! #GetfitwithVLCC


Day to day, Obesity is becoming a problem for the people world-wide and the fair reason behind it is digitization, sedentary life and mechanized lifestyle, wherein the physical effort is becoming negligible.

A little population is concerned about their health and lifestyle and they follow sessions of gym, morning walk and diet control diligently. A big chunk is at their receiving end, the girth increasing day by day but they cannot stick to wellness program, juggling between professional & personal life.
Everyone can’t lead a committed life and the deviation from the normal gives spurt to obesity and obesity leads to certain diseases.

The fast and junk food, pizzas, cold drinks are in the regular menu owing to fast life which adds in most calories to one’s diet and the body loses its firmness.

The youngsters and kids are getting plump; the reasons are many, hooked to indoor games, TV, & fast food.

The signs of obesity is not healthy but people tend to be careless until the symptoms of overweight flares up, thus, giving rise to many diseases.

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It affects growth, development and many cellular processes and the clinical symptoms vary from one individual to other.

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  • Intolerance to cold
  • Muscle aching and cramps
  • Constipation
  • Weight gain or difficulty losing weight
  • Poor appetite
  • Face and legs swelling
  • Hoarse voice
  • Irregular or heavy menstruation
  • Depression
  • Memory loss
  • Slows mental activity
  • Infertility and pregnancy related problems.

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  • Thyroid medicine has to be taken in empty stomach and no other medicine should be supplemented with it. There should be a gap of at least 45 minutes between medicine & food.
  • 60-90 minutes of exercise is a must for the thyroid patients.
  • Meditation, yoga and breathing exercises is recommended too.

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Tuesday, June 13, 2017

My Superhero!!! #Dad #FathersDay



Indeed Dad is a Superhero for the kids because at the tender age, what he does for us seems very Big to us and we accept him as Superhero and try to imitate his style.

Dad is a dad for the daughters and sons but a daughter’s affection is more inclined towards her father in her initial years of childhood and the sons are more influenced by Moms; I think more of psychology works here…Let’s not delve deep.

I too was not an exception and since I gained senses, I was more a Papa’s Beti than a Mothers and I remember at times, Mom felt ignored and neglected.

My father was in Sales job so most of the time, he was on tours. I missed him badly and would cry often for my Superhero.

When he came back, I tried to spend maximum time with him and I was pampered by him. He took me along to his office when he was in town. I accompanied him to market or wherever he moved.

Gradually, I started to imitate his acts and even kept his secrets.

I went with him on short trips and he puffed outside home. No one at home had a irk of it. We were in joint family system so my mother too wasn’t aware though she suspected.

He asked me not to spill the beans and I dutifully didn’t spill but often blackmailed him for getting new toys or things of my choice…really, I kept the secret till high school and spelled out to my mother…when he had left his habit.

He was fond of non-vegetarian foods and cooked delicious items of non-veg…you can say, he was a marvellous cook…I too fond of non-veg foods relished his cooked mouth-watering foods.

Being in Sales & Marketing, he often left the house when I was sleeping and returned when I went to bed…the days he brought raw non-veg food along, he would wake me up…his one call was enough to bring me back from slumber…and I would religiously wait for my favourite food that too cooked by my Superhero.

As I grew up, I tried to follow in his steps and imitated his dialogues and style (he wasn’t aware of it).

I adored the way he drove behind the wheels and would day dream to drive one day later in life and I did.

I helped him in the cleaning of the car…we had an Ambassador, at times, when it did not ignite, he would make me sit behind the steering and he pushed with others to ignite.

During holidays, I would play badminton and scrabble with him and at times, I caught him cheating…it was fair in games.

Despite all fun and pampering, he was a strict disciplinarian and his anger was worse.

When he would be at home in my school days, he helped me to get ready for school, polished my shoes, ironed my dresses and combed my hair into beautiful plaits…it was indirect help to mother but his small acts made me happy.

He was good at English and he imparted lessons on its usage and rectified my language. We spoke Bhojpuri at home but he made sure that while speaking in Hindi & English, the flair of the mother tongue doesn't comes in.

As I grew, I started understanding his ways and I gradually drifted apart and maintained a respectable distance where I could not argue or discuss as I could in my kindergarten days.

He trained us to be independent and do all the chores inside and outside home which included managing money, billing of newspaper & milk and banks, school fees and other bills so that I learn the value of money and be independent.

My mother had unknown fears and she never wished that we travel alone…but my Superhero gave the privilege to travel alone when we were at an age where we could differentiate between good or bad.

I hated making chappatis and was not good at making them but he was the one who insisted me to prepare chappatis for him…it was more of an order than request…so there was no option to turn down…now I understand his motive. He believed that the things people hated to do should practice every day and gradually the people will start loving…The day, I prepared rounded chappatis, I was relieved from the duty.

He taught me to read books other than text books and this gave way to writing. He would bring books while returning from tours.

He imparted knowledge about good and bad touch and inculcated table manners.

It wasn’t a cake walk with my Superhero, at times our ideas matched and we celebrated and when we opposed each other, we were at loggerheads…still the journey was good.

What I am today is a package of contributions of My Superhero Dad & Mom.

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Sunday, June 11, 2017

Thankful Weekends #Thursdays #Life

As weekends is about to arrive, the mind starts tickling of the youngsters, ready to gallop on the roads with racing bikes along with friends. The day Friday is been associated with TGIF (Thank God, It’s Friday.) and the heart of the youngsters starts beating for the approaching hours and the two grand days of weekend.

A decade ago, I was not well-versed with TGIF but now at every nook & corner of the metros and non-metros are ready for the show on Friday itself, which reminds of the importance of Friday in the lives of students in higher studies and hunks & girlies of the young employed age.

They don’t have much responsibility and in real terms, they enjoy their life at the best on Fridays and resting on the weekends.

We, the family people breathe deeply on Fridays to get ready for the next day with all the required weapons of cleaning, dusting and mopping. 

Working couple have hectic Saturdays, aligning the things of the house which often gets distracted from their places. The loads of clothes looking at us with dirty faces to get loaded in washing machines and bask in sun.

Today, I will brief you all, “How I Spend My Weekends” and why I am thankful for the weekends and very ardently wait for it to arrive.

Friday late evening is the laziest day for me. After work, I take a soothing shower comforting myself with my favourite lather and get ready in one of my casuals in which I can breathe easily without getting terrified of missing the creases.

I ardently wait for my better half who decides the menu and location of Fridays…On this day, I don’t pay attention to my home and kitchen…my fingers move on the playing list and the lights are dim so that I can’t see the dust or the missing creases of the sheets & furnishings…I have started believing  in TGIF.

M arrives from office and he knows me well and my overtures on Friday. At times, he decides to cook non-veg for us or take me to some restaurants to savour on some delicacies….and I go to bed early unlike other days, so Friday is a free day for me to relax in my own terms.

On Saturday, I wake up early and strap myself with all the amenities of cleaning the house, changing the furnishings and altering the look of the whole house.

M has his office and he tip toes of the house on time because I want full control on my home and don’t tolerate interference of anyone.

First of all, I load the washing machine with the clothes sorted out based on colour and fabric etc. Till it tumbles, I clean all the cobwebs and dust off the doors, windows and grills. All the sheets & covers are changed of all rooms & living room. All the decors & mirrors are cleaned. Even soft toys are bathed.

By noon, the total cleaning of the house is done along with the maid.

By the time, the cook cooks light meal for the day, I creep inside the bathrooms to sparkle them and take a lengthy bath to refresh & rejuvenate myself, brushing myself with ayurvedic powders.

After meal, comes the time to clean the kitchen shelves, change the nappies and table mats and arrange all the things as per my choice and need.

No rest in daytime. I keep my playing list of music ON to boost my energy to manage the chores well.

The washing machine does overtime in weekends and all the cleaning are over by late evening…then comes the washer man to collect the clothes for further processing.

In evening, I give a clean look to my plant pots by pruning and digging and sit in the balcony with my liquor tea.

When M arrives in late evenings, he is awestruck with the sparkling look and sprawls on the lounge breathing fresh look of our sweet home…he agrees that his Friday treat works well.

Sunday is the day to laze around…wake up late and move around lazily. We don’t take breakfast on Sundays, a grand lunch of non-veg is prepared by both of us and we relish it hot with the side dishes of raitas and sweets which we miss in weekdays.

After lunch and easy discussions of here and there, when sleep envelops us, we aren't even aware.

Sunday evening tea is prepared by M.

After tea, I change in one of favourite dress and enjoy the evening with M, catching few programs on TV or someone drops in & we close the Sunday with a light meal.

Ready for Monday to start afresh.

I feel thankful for the weekends, which gives me ample Me time to excavate the house, laze around and rejoice the days with full enthusiasm, anxiety at bay.

 Linked to Thankful Thursdays.

I am thankful to God for all his blessings.

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