Transition!!!

At times, transition is painful, Thank God, it has been a boon and it has never shook me hard, rather it has made me learn new things…so the professional transition has been beneficial to me n I enjoyed the moves.

After studies, which I completed after marriage chose to stay at home, being full time mother to my kids, it was my decision and I had secretly wished the same when they weren’t born, so it was my choice and thankfully, I didn’t need to step out to bring money in the house, so the move was satiating and been a mother of two cutie pie, it was wonderful and I was on cloud nine. When they grew up my lap, I started searching for some assignments that can be carried out working from home. Few encounters I had but all fake…as I was losing hope, a surprise barged in. I was given C&F agency by a multinational company on terms & conditions without any deposits to manage two states and the business was commendable. The surprise banged on n I got engagement at home with handsome earning and it was going peacefully.

After five years, fodder scam was unearthed and we dealt with veterinary products, so our business got hampered or God had some other plans for me. It was difficult to close down the operations of MNC but it was difficult to survive on meager business, so wound up. During that process, Parul, my neighbor approached me to handle her departmental shop as she was not doing well. The godsend plan was wonderful and my toddlers had grown up to stay at home alone for few hours after school, so I took up on a positive approach. Again, there was a transition from indirect sales to OTC sales and I gave up my full and gradually, I owed the shop.

But the God had charted varied plans for me and when the financial market was growing, I tried to get into it and thankfully, my past experiences in sales was counted in and I got a break…it was surprising for all & I joined as a Telecaller for the brand and in two years time, I was heading as Relationship Manager which gave me a fantastic growth in terms of money & post. In the meantime, I had chipped in required certifications of Financial market and gave my 100 percent to learn the basics n tricks of market & in a decade, I was known figure of financial markets n even changed over to leading brands of finances. After 15 years, my health issues crippled me and I started contemplating of changing over. In these years, my cuties were settled so I had to work in for engagements n few bucks to be independent.

I was inclined to my childhood passion n started pursuing the same on mass level and it’s been a year but the journey has been beautiful, satisfying and I have carved a small space in the kingdom of blogging & creative writing where I am getting recognition. I feel like a butterfly who comes out beautiful after been polished at different stages, the ugly larvae transition to a colorful butterfly, people can’t take eyes from her.

The Sweat of Summers

Hardened my Gleam & Clear Beauty

Spring Electrified.

© Ila Varma 2016.

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What is Haiban? 

The Haibun is prose (or a prose poem) interleaved with one or more haiku:

  • The prose is not an explanation of the haiku.
  • The haiku is not a linear continuation of the prose.
  • It is a style of Japan creative writing.

Betrayal!!!

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“Karan, let’s spend some time together.” Tia said.
“Today, no way. I’ve a meeting with my Director. Why
don’t you join your friends?
Tears rolled down and she was speechless.

She had booked the table for them and had thought of
surprising Karan with his preferred cuisine.

She pinged Karan with a request to join and he confirmed
that he would.

She was overwhelmed.

She walked to the table in new dress gifted by Karan.
She waited anxiously. Karan stepped inside.
She froze spotting her friend Allen with Karan.
They took their seats.

She walked out with heavy heart.




My JUG! #Dear Zindagi

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Till I didn’t meet Alia on Dear Zindagi, I knew the simple literal meaning of Jug, the vessel which could hold drinking water.

When I read the whole story of Dear Zindagi, then I came to know or my lessons were revised as she called Shahrukh Khan by the name JUG, whom she considered her friend, mentor, a special friend with whom she was free to discuss right from politics to her likes n dislikes and where she did not had to wear masks or pretend, rather she was quite frank n open, with no formalities n inhibitions.

I loved the word JUG and hence its usage, here too it is close to its literal meaning, the person whom we call JUG is the one who holds all your emotions and cooperates at every juncture of your life and never judges you, rather gives you freedom to soar high and spread your wings in the way you like.

I thought for a moment and found that my pet Rocky was my JUG, who patiently handled me…you all must be feeling what I am saying…yes, it’s true…he cared for my comforts in all possible ways.

When Rocky was brought in the family, my kids took great care of him but due to higher studies, they had t leave my nest and now we husband wife was left to be with Rocky. He missed the kids badly and gradually became attuned with us.

In those years, I was diagnosed with neuropathy and my movements were restricted and I found immense changes in Rocky.

When I would be alone at home, he would never ask for food or water. When I felt better to move then I would give his meal and he would walk in my pace with me while going for toilet or pee. I was astounded by his love n concern for me, even the humans can’t cooperate, the way he did. He was quite patient with me.

If anybody in family would scold him, he would come to me and sit at my back. He was sure of my motherly instincts to save him, so our respect n concern for each other was mutual.

At times, when I felt rigidity in my joints, I kept the door open. He used to sit between the space of the door & made sure that none barged in till I gave green signal, his honesty & obedience was mind blowing.

When I would feel low, he will sit near me and play with me wagging his tail or tried to make weird movements of his body to see the smile on my face. He was a great observer too.

He was special in many ways. He lived up to eleven years and all throughout never ever, he went into the kitchen & puja room, never pee or toilet inside the premises and never touched or destroyed a bit in house.

He was truly my Jug, who understood my feelings by watching my face and my movements gave him idea of my health issue.

I felt like a god was living with us and always thinking of our welfare and safety.

May God bless his soul & rest in peace.

am writing about Jug in my life for the #DearZindagi activity at BlogAdda“.

 (‘Who’s Your Jug?’ – #DearZindagi Activity!)

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Repentance! #FotoFiction3

“You are not worth to be my husband.” Tia screamed.

Her words pinched me hard n I felt my dignity at stake in-front of my kids. Silently, I left the home when all were sleeping.
Undecided, I stepped out & wandered hither-thither.When I woke up, I found myself sleeping on the pedestrian. I rubbed my eyes & pinched myself. I was sleeping on road. The sky was clear & bright & the view was amazing..Unfortunate incident of last night stirred my emotions.I shrugged off thinking when Sun can appear after every night, why can’t we drop our grudges & start fresh. I started for home.

© Ila Varma 2016.

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Dear Zindagi #My Jug







Who is my Jug? The sudden question by Blogadda left me
bewildered and I could not think of anything appropriate.
I started working on it and read the story of Dear Zindagi
online and understood that Shahrukh Khan is the Jug of Alia and she dotes on him
and they both are crazy for each other and has great compatibility.

I scratched my mind to find who is or was my Jug in my life
and with whom, I am the real self with no pretence…there are ample people in my
life who had shared the path of ins & outs of life but all can’t be my Jug.

The First Jug of my life was my Granny, who was my lifeline
and she showered all her love on me, unconditional love and I too reciprocated.
The emotions can’t be weighed, so could not know, the scale of which side was
higher. She was my friend, Guru, and my playmate too. We shared the same bed
and every night, she used to tell me stories of fantasy and I slid in sleep.
There was no bar between us and we shared everything of life and she took care that
I was not scolded by my parents.If ever my Mom tried her hands to hurt me, she got good thrashing from Granny and I enjoyed their bickerings…naughty Me.
The Second Jug of life is my Life partner, who reads my
emotions and I don’t have to tell him. Even, in my silence, he reads my mind.
He takes great care and tries to manage household front when I am unwell or
slogging. We do quarrel over petty issues but he never backs out. He is quite
supportive & understanding. He is a
great mind reader and he lost his mother in early age of life, so he is quite vigilant for me.
The Third Jug of my life is my Two Sons, who are always
there for me. They are the God messenger for me and we three share great
compatibility, love & concern for each other. There is no pretension
between us, we are what we really are. They too are my Jug on whom I can rely &
they never break my trust. They are quite concerned about my health and they do
every bit to keep me happy. We do have differences of opinion but we amicably
sort it down & at times, we shout at each other to release the bottled
petty issues. They are more like friends than kids and we go for outings & movies together.
I have been lucky to have these in my life and they have
shaped me in a better way and helped to realise the true potential in me.

I wish that Alia gets Jug like Shahrukh in her life.

  “am writing about Jug in my life for the #DearZindagi activity at BlogAdda“.


 (‘Who’s Your Jug?’ – #DearZindagi Activity!)

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My Best Birthday!!!

From the day, I gained senses, I was very much particular
about my birthday celebration n every year, and I waited with enthusiasm
doubled each year n even the friends doubled over the years. Till, I was a tiny
tot, my mother used to take me to Hanuman Mandir, Patna to receive the
blessings of the Lord & get snapped at Shadow Studio, Patna.

Gradually, the custom began to celebrate birthdays at home,
where she tried her culinary skills and prepared delicacies of the choice of B’day
girl, sweets, balloons and cake. All my friends were invited and we had a gala
party and enjoyed every minute of it along with family n friends and after all
the guests were see off, it was the time to unpack the gifts.

The major attraction of b’day party and the curiosity to
know what was all in the packaged packets. The people take long time to ready
the gift packaging and we tear off mercilessly to see what it holds. 😄

This custom continued till I was Eleven years old, after
that I started in my own way of celebration. The cooking part was the Mumma’s
department, but the decorations and amusements sessions I chose and got it done
along with my younger sis. My birthday falls in May, so we had long summer
vacations and we had ample free time to organise the events in our best way.

All of a sudden, a proposal came and my marriage was settled
when I was in my sweet sixteen. The charm of sweet sixteen had done its job of
attracting and some unknown was attracted and he directly visited my Pa for the
alliance. No one was prepared in my family but finally the proposal was
accepted.

Thirty years ago, girls did not had the voice to protest and
had to agree. The marriage was to be solemnized next year.

I requested my parents to see if they get marriage date on
my birthday. I was asked to explain the reason…It was my childishness, now I
feel and I laugh at myself.😆

I was very particular about my birthday celebration, this
day was special in my life and I wasn’t sure whether my in-laws or hubby will
remember my b’day, so if the marriage date falls on the same day, then
certainly it will be celebrated.

My demand was accepted by parents and finally I was married
on my birthday. It was the day which changed my life and me completely. It was
the game changer event and certainly a big day in my life, when I got a caring
and doting partner, who gave me freedom to fly with my own wings.

I am into thirty years of marriage and till today, my
birthday is celebrated every year with great pomp n show and every year, it is
celebrated in a new way.

Now people tease me, you chose marriage day and b’day on the
same day, you miss one party every year…but I don’t have any regrets for it.

My best birthday was the day when I got married and as a
gift, my parents gifted me a person who could take care of me lifelong.💕





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A Lost Friend!!! #FRIDAYFOTOFICTION WEEK 3

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I was missing someone. I checked my watch, it was 2 am. I
peeped out of the window and saw the dark sky outside with brightly lit stars,
it appeared as if diamonds were studded in the sky. I took the car keys &
tip-toed out of the house. I accelerated & drove on the highway. A bright
orange ball of Sun sneaked from the clouds, it was a break of a new day. I
turned the wheels towards my friend’s house whom I was missing with intention
to revive the severed relationship to start afresh with better understanding.

©
Ila Varma 2016.
Tina Basu

The Butterflies!!!

Under the blue sky

Race was held

Of butterflies

The butterflies were tasked to

Grab the juice

Of red flowers around.

Time was locked

To complete the task assigned.

Vowing to win

Burning their bums

Took the blessings of bright Sun

Not to lose & stump.

Finishing the task

They had to take seat

On the stick

Voting was on start

All performed best

To their abilities

Concealing the flower juices

In their mouths

Red butterfly won the race

Defeating others in line

None was subdued by defeat

B’coz they had true fun

Among their friends

And,

They partied together.

© Ila Varma 2016

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Trekking Tips!!! #Everest Base Camp trek





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Trekking word sounds so adventurous, so just think how
the expeditions would be. It’s quite adventurous and requires physical training
to endure walking on heights and proper backpack to be ready for the trekking.

People especially the youngsters who are ready to accept
risks and motivated to take up trekking but first one should plan before
starting for trekking. It’s better if one gets his/her health check-up and is
certified by the doctors to take up mountaineering expeditions. On heights,
there are lot of possibilities of lowering of oxygen level, so the person with
heart and lung ailments are not allowed to take up trekking. The people with
fear of heights and physically disabled in hinds too are not advised to partake
in these expeditions.

In reality, trekking on mountains are very exciting and
adventurous but one needs to be fit and fine to taste the experiences of
trekking. The base camp trekking are more interesting and fun – filled because
you get a chance to wait in late evenings or nights among the valleys and
mountains and the experience of staying in the lap of nature is awesome and one
feels elated and light at heart, away from bitter stress of life.

Before taking up expeditions, please follow few steps to
reap maximum benefit from the journey.

  • Plan your trip: Proper planning will execute amazingly,
    planning not only includes dates of itinerary; the budget or the amount your
    wallet allows, proper season to go for trekking and then chalk out the dates
    and accordingly book your dates for adventurous expedition.

  • Get your health check-up done by the physician and book
    the dates if physician allows to take up trekking

  • If you are going for the first time, then choose the best
    season for trekking, that is March to May & September to November. The
    weather neither hot nor cold, it’s pleasant and no rains. Monsoons are the worst
    for trekking. Once people are through, they plan their trips in season of their
    choice. If you wish to experience cold and ice then you can prefer to start in
    December but do remember to carry enough warm clothes to wrap on especially at
    nights.

  • Backpacking is the most important in this itinerary and
    be prepared for all the possibilities and do carry the things you will need
    during the trip. Make a list of the things required and buy for yourself.

  1. First aid box & Important Medicines
  2. Toiletries
  3. Dry fruits & Refreshments
  4. Full cap & Gears according to the climate
  5. Trekking Shoes
  6. Warm Clothes
  7. Water Bottles.
  8. Keep a small diary with contact numbers
  9. Walking Stick.


  • If you are in a small group, you can distribute the items
    and carry but if you are with a big group, you can keep a porter to carry the
    items, a cook to cook food for the group.
  • It is always advisable to hire an experienced guide who
    can guide you throughout the journey.

Base camp trekking are wonderful where you break in your
journey and enjoy the beauty of nature, it’s truly inspiring and majestic.

To help you in the expeditions, Mojhi.com has come up
with interesting itinerary, so do grab the exquisite offers and make your
trekking experience memorable.

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When I was A Child!!!

As I was flipping through the pages of the album, this snap of mine with my brother, my perfect partner in crime…Don’t go on his looks…he looks cute & innocent but he is away from these two in practical life.

Blogadda WOW prompt, “When I was a child” prompted me to meander down the lane of childhood n bring back the sweet memories of past, where we fussed so much that at times, Mom used to get annoyed and lose patience but we hardly cared.

Childhood days are the wonderful days of our life…now when I rewind the gone days, I feel at a loss to have severed myself from the golden era of life where we only knew, life means fun & we fully enjoyed n at times, enjoyed the look on the face of my Mom, an anxious look but her love for us made her forget our tantrums.

There is a gap of only two years between brothers and when we were small, we started crying & throwing tantrums simultaneously…but now I remember how patiently she handled silently.

The days of childhood are the best because there is no stress and the children are the king of house and elders shower all their love and affection and pamper us so much that we feel loved and center of attraction.

There are no policies to be followed, no routine to stick to, no cut-throat competition, no thought of leg pulling, no thought of status and dignity. All seem equal, no disparity…Yeah, Life is a just wonderful garden and the children are the lovely flowers of the garden.

Just watch the glow on my face on getting a tricycle as a birthday gift, now even if I get a Mercedes then too such a smile won’t spread on my face now. This is the true innocence of a child, who is not worried about financial management and receiving gifts of his choice leaves him drenched in joy & satisfaction and the shelter of parents means a lot, which I miss now.

Crying and sprawling on the floor to gather the attention of parents…can I do the same now…if I repeat it, I would be taken as a mental case…My name is the same n my parents are the same…So what changed My temper, my outlook, my perceptions. In early days, we don’t have any inhibitions and we act as heart says.

The golden era moved out with life but reminiscences are fresh in memory and I love to dwell in those moments of love and laughter and these snaps of childhood give me goosebumps n revive the past glory.

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