Lost! #Stress

 

 

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Till yesterday midnight, I was fumbling and was indecisive on what to write on the Prompt, “Stress”.

You might be amazed to hear so but it’s true on my part, I don’t take stress easily till there is something that needs to be cared of and I try to find the resolutions instead of sitting with folded hands n legs increasing the mental pressure.

These days, people use the word stress more often and even a bit of daily pressure of life is taken as deep stress and they feel worn out in distress…luckily, this doesn’t applies to me.

Today, my lady luck failed and I was caught in humdrum and unexpected stress engulfed me.

Day before yesterday, my husband bought a new mobile, Samsung S7 Edge which cost around half a lakh…he aspired for it from a long time and finally zeroed in.

In the morning, he went to buy weekly grocery and at fish market, a small boy tried his luck and was able to pickpocket and his new mobile was gone and while attempting for the second, my husband caught him by collar and summoned him to police. The mobile wasn’t there with him, he told that they belong to a gang and they are paid sum of hundred to hundred and fifty for pick pocketing and on the spot, they pass on to their senior, who wait around and they move instantly…strong networking.

He was stressed with this unexpected incident and when he returned from market, he broke the news…Sunday morning, a day to relax transformed into a day of stress.

This incident marred the bliss of Sunday and whole day, we were stressed because of heavy and sudden loss…at times, we coaxed the boy who stole the mobile or we coaxed our destiny.

Whole day was spent in gloom and it will take time to fade.

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“I promise, I will hold your hand throughout life and never leave you alone.” Ranjan said taking Priya’s hand in his hand. He was quite emotional.


“Are you sure, Ranjan…Soch lo…abhi bhi time hain.” Priya teased him & pulled his nose.


“Priya, I’m serious. Aren’t you? Don’t think I’m fooling around. I mean it really.” Ranjan replied.


“Why you are spoiling your life for me? Your family won’t accept a widow and I don’t want that you go against the wishes of your family, so don’t make false promises. I don’t want to rely on false hopes, already I had tough time to battle after I lost Sanjiv. With great difficulty, I have coped up. Don’t force me again in deep abyss, this time, I won’t return.” Priya explained to Ranjan.


Ranjan put his hand on her mouth insisting not to think anything negative. She is his love and he can go to any length to restore happiness in her life.


“Priya, you trust me. I will add all the joys of life in your life, but you need to build faith in me. Don’t scare me. I too have lost my first love and again, I don’t want to lose you…I love you, Priya.”


He took her in his arms and gave a peck on her cheek as a token of his love.


Priya stood motionless and she was speechless.


She had faith in Ranjan but her faith in God has shaken and so she did not wish to build in faith.


“Tomorrow, I am going to Shimla to visit my parents and will discuss in detail about our marriage and most probably will try to get arranged in a month or two depending on the auspicious dates.”


“I will wait for you, Ranjan. For how many days, you are going?” Priya enquired.


“Dear, I will be back within a fortnight. Start preparations of honeymoon.” Ranjan teased her.


“Don’t scare me, Ranjan.” Priya said in hushed tone.


“I won’t say anything. Let the time prove.” Ranjan said and took leave from her.


Priya was happy but unknown fear gripped her and she doubted her destiny.


Ranjan was back from Shimla but he didn’t meet Priya.


She grew suspicious. 


Next week, she received a call from her father and he disclosed that Ranjan has proposed him for marriage with her and he has approved.


“Priya, I’m happy for you. Next month on valentine day, you are getting married to Ranjan. I have transferred amount for marriage shopping and have booked tickets for Singapore for the honeymoon. My all best blessings beta.”


Priya’s eyes welled, it was the tears of happiness and she called up Ranjan to congratulate him.


Finally, the auspicious day arrived and they tied the knot submitting to each other.


“Priya, I kept my promise, now it’s your chance to vow.” Ranjan said with a smile.


Priya stepped forward, hugged him tight and said, “I promise to hold your hands forever through thick and thin” and sealed his lips with hers.



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Disclaimer: It’s a piece of fiction.

Sibling Rivalry!!!

He and I were always on loggerheads. He was two years younger to me but he called me by my name and none disapproved because he was a boy, an awaited son after four daughters and was apple of the eye of all family members. I say all family members because we lived with our extended family.

I was the fourth daughter of the family and a distress to whole family when I was born. People wanted a son to carry the name of the family.

I hardly cared what his importance was. We were born to fight with each other either physically or verbally abusing each other…best example of sibling rivalry where we both couldn’t stand each other nor we could sit separate with each other…from where the attraction came to be seated in the same room, God knows…it seems the Law of Magnetism worked perfectly with us,“Like Poles Repel & Unlike Poles Attract”

When we were in kindergartens, we verbally abused each other but as we grew, we clashed physically and in the run of hitting each other, often one of us hit hard and got injured.

My Mom and elder sisters were at wit’s end and they tried different remedies to settle our scores and be amicable with each other…but literally, we never paid heed to it.

We enjoyed knocking, hurting & abusing each other.

Years rolled by but there was no improvement in our relationships…improvement was in our fights…we discovered improved tools to tease each other…we started pinching each other with the needles of compass and hit each other by rulers and getting stubborn with the passage of time.

My elder sis could not control her fears and one day, she spanked us hard and asked both of us not to talk with each other. She took promises from us that we won’t talk with each other.

It was deliberately done to put an end to this unending fight. We were in our teens…family people hurled such abuses that we  were worse than the guys of fish market…and really we were…we had learnt filthy and nasty remarks to ridicule each other…we both were competitors & complemented each other.

We stopped talking to each other but silent fight was on. He would hit me & I would pull his hair..but gradually with years, it came to a halt.

We got separated to pursue higher education and years after, we got married.

Gradually our interactions started over phone and after years of separation, I really missed him and recalling the childhood fancies, tears welled up and I missed him badly.

The separation brought us closer and our bond grew stronger and I could sense magic of warmth brewing in our relationship. Now, I feel that the bond was stronger in childhood too but the ways of expression was childish as sibling rivalry is, always ready to knock & attack each other either verbally or physically.

Now whenever we meet, we are quite amicable and understanding and now I find my kids at loggerheads, a bit refined in 21st century but more or less, they are the same as we were and when I am at my wit’s end, I recall my childhood days and refrain myself from scolding and a smile spreads recalling the glorious days of the past.

The gene of we two have sincerely passed into these four, two mine & two of my bro.

When my brother visits my place, I indulge in giving him a head massage with Parachute Advansed Hot Oil and don’t forget to pull his ears…he just smiles and says….”I miss those grand days of the past but the legacy is continued by our kids.”

And, we both laugh as how naughty we were.

Still examples of our fight is discussed in the family, our fights were so popular.

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Togetherness #MagicOfWarmth










She was 18 and he 24. She was beautiful & innocent and
he was young & bubbly. The family & well-wishers blessed them profusely
on the eve of their engagement and were very enthusiastic that they both will
be compatible and will make a lovely pair.
She was on the threshold of youth and wasn’t as such
prepared for the marriage and was chasing her aims and aspirations to be independent…but
was it serendipity or destined, she couldn’t fathom but she did not had the
courage to speak against her parent’s wish and she surrendered to their wishes.
She kept her point forth her in-laws side as well as to parents that she should
have right to carry out her education and her dream to be a professional. All
dittoed her wishes.
This is the incident of eighties and in those days, the guy
& the girl was not allowed to meet each other or converse over landline
phone post engagement. In those days, marriage was a family affair and the
couple did not had much say and the same applied to them.

The wings of her dreams gained strength & soared high. She
was told by the close associates that he was superb, very cheerful, funny and
positive. Her fears of settling after marriage gradually diminished to a great
extent and she dreamt of a comfortable life with her partner.

Post engagement, her heart longed to meet him as any
teenager would long to and had fell head over heels for him without knowing him
much…yeh tha bali umar ka shuroor
and her innocent heart knitted beautiful dreams of her life ahead with Mr
Unknown, who had become quite dear to her.

There was a gap of whole one year between her engagement and
marriage and the preparations were on but she wasn’t so keen on marketing of
her bridal attire or make up and blah blah. She did not attach much importance to
these materialistic things.

Her unguarded heart just longed for the Ajeez Ajnabi and she
was busy in daydreaming and secretly chalking plans how to enjoy the days of
togetherness…Dil, dil se baat karne main busy tha. Her love knew no bounds…she
was eagerly waiting for the D-day and finally it arrived with full pomp &
show and they were tied in the bonds of togetherness forever.





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She was thrilled but she kept her emotions in control. She
wanted him to initiate and her desires were more filmy type…He wasn’t the type
that she dreamt of and had overheard about him.

He was cheerful, loud and funny but with his family members.
As the doors of bedroom closed, he became docile and cool. The warmth & the
fun that she yearned for was missing…It was the time for her to jolt and she asked
herself umpteen times, “Did I deserve this” and many queries flared up in her
mind, though externally she maintained her cool.

She was confused at the sudden change in his behaviour. In
the world of others, he was a different man and with her, he was different. He
was good as a husband but she was looking for a friend in him and her innocent
heart cried out. Her dreams that she had knitted so dearly around him was
shattered and she didn’t had the voice to complain.

“Is he heartless, don’t he has emotions or craving for her?
Why he married? Was he in love with another girl?” all negative emotions
overpowered her mind but she kept them caged in her ribs and did not lose
hope, she believed for a better tomorrow.

She thought that she would wait for the day when he would
change or become as she longs to find in him, a lover, and a friend and there
won’t be any boundaries in between. This was her budding love for him which
encouraged her to wait and she was ready to wait.

Before marriage, she was a rebel and could never accept
decline from anyone but post marriage, she was quite different…she became
submissive and patient…she too was amazed with the transformations within her.

“Love has power of endurance” and it stood perfect for her.

In the meantime, they were blessed with cute angels and
their life became responsible and there she found in him, a caring self who
took care of her.

His ways of expression was quite different. Gradually, she
understood him.

Cooking Together:
He would help her in kitchen. She would cook, he would chop. She fed her babies
and he took care of the backlog in the kitchen work.

Managing Babies
Together:
There was least gap between the two angels and they kept her on
toes. Till he was in house, he would help her to organize the kids, helping her
in their routine and she felt relieved as well as a bonding with him.

Baby Sitting: On
the eve of holidays, he would be a baby sitter for them and she would venture
out with friends for shopping or movies for a change from the set out routine
and he never complained even she was late with friends.

He kept himself more involved with family and she could feel
his warmth in his company. 

He was not filmy type in the beginning but when she
gradually opened up her wishes of acting like a hero, he would laugh at my
innocence and said, “Life is different from films. Do you want me to dance
around trees? You are still a kid, dear” and would give a peck on her cheeks
when she yearned for French kisses.

Gradually, he transformed and spontaneous hugs and instant
embraces spiced their life. She could feel the warmth of his love for her and
with time, he became naughty as she expected him to be and filled her life with
surprises.

One day, he told her, “Dear, my way of loving you was
different. I yearned for your company and I wanted to be naughty but you seemed
so innocent and simple that I didn’t dare. I did not know you were so naughty.”
And clutched her in tight embrace and locked her lips with French kisses.

They both lived happily after.

On holidays, he would massage her long hairs with Parachute
Hair Oil
and this practice is continued till now, the brand is the same and the
product is improved, it’s now Parachute Advansed Hot Oil and she kisses his
hand after every week Champee by him.








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Learning Never Ceases!!

Life is the best teacher and learning lessons of life is an ongoing process; it never ceases. The day you stop learning; the flame of life is extinguished.

I firmly remember my school days when our bags were much heavy and my great granny used to make fun of us, saying, “Tumse bhari tumhara basta” and used to laugh heartily.

I replied in a low pitch, “haslo daadi, tumhe padhna nahin. Jab padogi to janogi.”

Now when I tread into the past, smile purses on recalling those days and I laugh out at my foolishness.

More than forty springs have passed of my life and now I have understood the minute details of life and became aware that in childhood bags were heavy but life was easy to handle but with maturity, life becomes tough if not handled with care and needs a lot of learning to understand what actually life is.

The school lessons are easy compared to the lessons of life.

There are specific rules, laws, theorems and conditions to understand the school lessons but in life, every minute is different from the minute passed and everyday is a new day. The formula that empowered you yesterday can betray you today, so you need to be alert at each step of life and learn the tricks to handle with care.

Life is not a bed of roses, it has prickly thorns so we need to learn how to beautifully adjust on the thorns just like roses that cheer up sprawled on the branches of thorns.

Life gave immense lessons and I derived practical & positive approach from life. The continuous ups and downs in life owing to poor health, poor approach of mentally sick people around taught me to bloom against adversity & smile in spite of all odds.

It’s easy to type but the journey wasn’t so easy. I had to go through several setbacks, at times, I felt that I lost the battle of life and I was ready to succumb to the pressures from all side.

One day, I was strolling in the nearby park, where people of all ages came to play, roam, take a break from busy life and to enjoy the caress of nature. There, I happened to meet a man, who sang very well and people gathered around him to hear his song. His voice was laden with emotions and it churned the hearts of many. He always had a smile on his face. One day, I marked that his legs were chopped and when enquired, he told me that the train ran on his legs and at the same time, his parents were crushed by the train and he had no one in this world whom he could call his own. The source of income was his songs which fetched him that much penny that he could barely survive.

His story left me speechless and then I reviewed my plight. I was far far better than this guy but still held so many grudges and evaded from been happy. It’s true, health is not in terms with me but at least, my organs  & body structure is fine. I have so many people around, yeah few are of sick mentality but at least, I have people whom I can call my own and brick battings from few are onus for me, they are giving me courage to listen and these petty challenges are making me stronger.

That day was the turning point in my life and I learnt to take the things in positive stride diluting or overlooking their negative aspect and I found that in pursuit of happiness, actually I was unconsciously collecting the negativity of life which was the reason that was taking me to regression.

Then and there, I stopped myself from divulging further and changed my way of perceptions and reflections.

I learnt to count on my blessings rather than cribbing for the things that I lacked in life and promised to be happy and thankful for the things that I own & conditioned myself to forgive the ignorant people around.

This lesson kindled the flame of happiness within me and however tough or adverse the situation is, I wear my smiles on & maintain my calmness.

I more thing, Life taught me.

There is no age bar for learning only you need to keep your ego aside & continue to learn the new lessons & adapt in your life.

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When I recall my childhood days, I laugh out loud at my
foolishness. Even when you come to know of my childhood tantrums, you too would
do the same.

I was the eldest daughter of my family and everyone was very
fond of me. My aunts (Bua) took great care of me, especially grooming my looks
and dresses and I hated been groomed.

They would comb my hair and tie them, put kajal, bindi and
powder and I hated wearing make-up. As soon as they were out of sight, I would
go and wash out all the make-up.

When they spotted me with a weird look on, they would scold
me and sometimes gave a good spanking…I hated them for their behaviour &
treated them as my enemies.

I was very careless about my looks and dresses but as I grew
up, I became conscious of dressing up and saw that I dress up meticulously and
in late teens, consciousness was at large for maintaining my skin and hair…so
finally, I changed from careless beauty to careful girl.

Till today, I don’t wear Kajal nor do I use face powder, I
don’t feel comfortable been dabbed with it…Old habits die hard.

I grew quite conscious of my hair and teeth. I am conscious
about my looks and skin, but hair & teeth are in priority.

  •  Hair – I rarely oil my hair for an hour
    or two maximum. I feel uncomfortable and cannot sleep if hair is oiled, so I
    use it in day hours, likely before bath. I used to get good scolding for not
    oiling, but I hardly listened to my parents on this topic. If someone catches
    me with oiled hair, they are bound to ask my welfare, I appear ill. I use plain
    coconut oil, I can’t use perfumed oil for my hair. I use raw egg before
    shampoo, the barred days are the festival days. Further, in summers, I shampoo
    everyday n in winters, every alternate day but if I have to go out, I wash
    daily in winters too. I use Sunsilk Black & Yellow & sometimes Pink. I
    have all in my wardrobe all the year round. I started with Tiara egg shampoo,
    now it is off market & then I switched to Sunsilk. Other than egg, I use
    lemon or vinegar in monsoons or going winters to ward off dandruff which seldom
    appears in these seasons. Read here, how I started eggs for my hair. I have few
    greys but I don’t use colours. Once in trimester, I use Mehendi powder on my
    hair. I believe in graceful aging.

  • Skincare Till 35 years of age, I used
    to oil my whole body with mustard oil before bath and I needed no other
    moisturiser to smoothen my skin. But with age, the demand of skin grew manifold
    and now I use multiple creams & moisturiser to safeguard my skin. I use
    Vaseline Body Lotion for my lower limbs. I use Garnier Body Cocoon for whole
    body in summers & Biocare Almond Cream in winters. I use raw almonds
    homemade powder with saffron & milk in winters in lieu of soap in winters. I
    believe more on natural products. I use Lotus Herbal Nutramoist for my face in
    summers & Garnier wrinkle lift in winters. Since three years, I indulge in
    whole body massage with Ayurveda therapeutic oil and it does wonders to my skin
    & soul.

  • Nails – I use Lakme nail paint for my
    toes. I don’t paint my hand but toes are most of the time painted and nails are
    in shape. Once in a week, I remove paints for the nails to breathe and
    massaging.

  •  Feetcare – I wash my feet with mild
    liquid soap or shampoo if liquid soap is finished and massage with VaselineBody Lotion. I keep it moisturised so not a single crack develops in my feet
    and my toe nails are painted with dark hues most of the time. Once in a
    fortnight, I soak & bathe my feet in salted hot water & add few drops
    of coconut oil. This cleanses the dead cells and it’s quite refreshing and if
    done before going to bed, then it induces to sound sleep.

  • Lipcare – I love Lakme lipsticks though I
    don’t use daily but still I have good collection of it. I love accumulating
    them in my wardrobe. It adds glow to my face. I use on formal occasions or when
    I feel like flaunting with my favourite colors.

In regular days, my beauty regimen consists of washing my
crowning glory, having a hot water bath and dress up in ironed suit whether I
stay at home or go out. I need to wear clean & creased dresses. I wear dash
of sindoor, a round bindi adorning my face and few bangles dangling in my right
wrist.

I keep myself stress free, take things lightly in life and I keep smiling.

This is my regimen, do share yours.


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What Feminism Means To U?


To think of the plight of women, to raise her standard of
life, to educate her and strive for equal rights is praiseworthy…Do we need to
be at loggerheads with men to earn the rights of women or improve their status?

In the name of feminism, women are raising their voice
against men and building grudges against men…this is not fair…Men alone are not
responsible for the pain in the life of a woman, even woman is responsible…the
rules and regulations framed within the premises of house is not dictated by
men, it’s more or less dictated by women.

I see feminism in a different way. I laugh at the group of
people who call themselves feminist but actually getting attached with the
drive of feminism, they transform into Men-haters…the slogans raised by them
are always against the men of the society.
Society comprises of both men and women. Man & woman
both are integral part of a family and they are interdependent on each other, just
like wheels of a car, both wheels have the same importance though their working
pattern is different, same is the case with Man & Woman.

People have misunderstood the concept of feminism and it’s
sad that they are propagating ill notions against men. Minds are been poisoned on
the pretext of feminism and this is creating rift and ruckus within the
couples.

Basically, the young nymphs are more affected by this, they
start nurturing biased opinion against male community and this gives rise to
many issues pre & post marriage and even while interactions with men, they
judge them with biasedness.

Hey girls,

If really, you desire to improve the plight of a woman then
fight for your rights and privileges but retain your feminine qualities, you
don’t need to act as a man to attain your rights & privileges.

If you look back into past history, Indian women enjoyed
great liberty and freedom but the conquests of different dynasties imposed
rules on her movement and deprived her of her privileges, and for ages, people
followed the rule, hence the outlook of society towards women changed because
from beginning, they saw her blooming amidst rules & regulations, her
rights infringed and more dependent on the male community of society. She wasn’t
decisive nor was she given freedom of opinion.

With time, people understood the difference between right
and wrong and gradually uplifted the impositions imposed on women.

The purdah system gradually abolished from society and
importance was given to her education. Day by day, the transition came in the
life of a woman and her role got defined in society, she got recognition in
society.

Women & females have come a long way and their condition
have improved to a greater extent and in society, she is brushing shoulders
with men.

Yeah, there are times when men don’t approve her freedom or
are biased in opinion.
Fight for your rights retaining your feminine qualities.

I feel sorry for the womenfolk who try to imitate the style
of a man…why you need to imitate…boost your own personality, groom it well
& then challenge the men.
To me feminine means delicate and sophisticated then what is
the need to act rowdy.
If one is copying the tactics of a man that means she has
inferiority complex of been a woman.
One more notion, I come across associated with women’s
education. They think if I am equally educated as a man then why should I sit
at home or why should I take care of house & babies.

Real education makes people gentle and refined and your
feminine qualities makes you do homely things much tactfully.

You all must have heard the quote, 

“If you educate a man,
only a man is educated but if you educate a woman, whole family is educated.”

There is quite truth in the above statement.

Women are mentally stronger than man and her patience
outstanding. Man can never compete with her in terms of her patience &
tolerance capacity and that’s the reason that she grooms the kids in the best
way…then why you want to compete with the man who is physically sturdy but not
parallel to you in terms of your patience.

Can a man bear a child?

There are ample biological, physiological and psychological
differences between a Man & a Woman, they need to have equal rights but their
performance cannot match at any end, there is bound to be differences.

Ask for your rights & privileges, but don’t demean
yourself acting like a Man.


My vision is woman is strong so she chooses to bear children
in spite of knowing that she has to undergo bone wracking pain and her life is
at risk.

Would a man go if he had the choice to bear children?


My belief is that if men were to bear children then ages
before, world would have perished.

Woman, value your potential and retain your qualities.

Tremendous changes have come in the lifestyle of women and
men too are pleased watching the woman’s plight improve.

“Rome was not built in a day”, same way, you can’t expect
cent per cent changes in one time.

Man has started helping their mother, sister, wife or
daughter in the domestic tasks and amicably adjusts themselves and they are
readily extending their hands in domestic sphere.

Previously, Men didn’t do domestic chores because they used
to be the bread winner and they were so groomed that they thought that the woman staying at home can
wonderfully handle it.

Now when both are working, the male community is updating
themselves with domestic skills and are readily participating but don’t expect
them to be as patient as you can be.


Even, when I was a teenager, I too thought the same and
tried to imitate the styles, dressing and talking like men but with age, I
matured and shredded these developed skins and I admire myself in my originality.

“A woman can live without a man, but a man cannot live
without a woman in his life.”

Do raise your voice for your rights & privileges but don’t
develop grudges against men just because of fistful of men who try to
jeopardize the lives of females, even there are fistful of women who try to
break the homes or horrify the lives of men.

It is not the gender who are breaking rules, there are few handful
of people who try to malign the image of a particular gender.

I am not against the cause of feminism but the way it is
working in society is not commendable.

Let’s move in a right way treading on right path and bring in the transformations in society.

The views are solely mine, few might not take it easily. I am ready for the brick-bats.


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I Count on My Blessings!!

 

I am happy because I count my blessings rather than abusing Almighty for the shortcomings in my life.

There was a time in my life when I too had the habit of cribbing, lost control on my pangs of emotions and thought I was the unluckiest of all.

As I grew and started understanding the worldly whims then I realized, I was far better than others around and if others who are underprivileged are not complaining then why should I, who have got immense in comparison to many.

I didn’t count the materialistic pursuits only, I reprimanded all & concluded that I was lucky and then and there, I dropped the mask of gloomy nature behind, and prospered & bloomed into a smiling flower, who blooms in all season irrespective of wrath of weather. She stands firm and she looks so calm now that no one can see the violent turbulence inside (not always but at times there is, but not accessible to any).

When I transformed myself to positivism, I realized my potentials and bowed down to the Supreme Power who has blessed me in many ways.

  1. I feel lucky to be brought up in a large family which inculcated patience, perseverance and discipline and groomed me up with traditional as well as modern values. Taught me to respect elders and old.
  2. I was blessed with great grandparents & grandparents and I grew under their care. They were very lovable & caring and bedtime stories was my favourite pastime.
  3. My grandparents attended my marriage and played with my kids, it was indeed a blessing. My hubby haven’t seen his grandparents alive. I feel blessed and still remember the gleam on their faces at the time of my marriage & childbirth.
  4. I feel proud to be child of the parents who thinks about us only, their priority is their children and have sacrificed lot for rearing us and educating in prestigious schools. I feel privileged and still I am basking under the grace & love of parents…Am I not lucky?
  5. I thank God for blessing me with the virtue that whatever I do with my efforts never goes in vain…it brings blissful results…never wicket down. If it’s my creation and pain, it never goes unnoticed…been a multitasked and yearning for something new, I have worked in multitudes & have gone beyond my expectation.
  6. I am an emotional fragment, ever ready to help the needy in my capacity and sometimes beyond too, never turn my eye…I consider a virtue in myself and a heart that beats for the young & old, desperate people.
  7. I am touched to the ground, lives in ground reality though my aspirations and dreams soars high but my feet is firmly grounded.
  8. In worse circumstances, I never give up my power of looking at things with a positive note and dissolve distress without losing control on my emotions.

 

When I counted my blessings, I laughed at my foolishness for been nagging, irritating self & transformed myself into a happy self.

The consequence went far reaching, people wish to be around me and I keep smiling with a perspective to scatter happiness all around and feel happy to see the beautiful curve sailing on every face.

I firmly believe in the adage, “As you sow, so you reap” & “Scatter good things around and it acts as a boomerang, the good things will come back to you.”

I have experienced the good things coming back to me for all the good deeds and it paid on time when I was in great need.

Spread Smiles & Be Happy. Keep Glowing.

Linked to Blog Chatter Prompt: Because I’m happy

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Role Reversal #Quirky







These days it’s quite common for the Dads to take care of
the kids, due to nuclear family set up and if Mums are working then they have
to be more diligent in taking care of the child.


Earlier there were joint family set ups, so there were herd
of people to take care of the young ones & Mom- Dad did not had much
botheration if they were to go for outing, job or for some work.


But nowadays, after kids, if Mom has to go out then she
needs to plan quite prior to the day and it’s amicably decided that the Dad
will take leave from work to be iin-housetaking care of little ones.


In my case, my husband is fond of kids and he can go to any
length to keep them happy. I am too fond of kids but I am a disciplinarian and
see that the children doesn’t take advantage of my lenience. I am more
particular to the judgment but my husband is just my antonym (I added this word in lieu of opposite, just for fun).


Judgment stands on his mood, if he is happy, he won’t care.
He will fulfill all demands and if he is in the slack mood then genuine things too won’t be heard and in my case, it isn’t so.


I don’t move along with moods, I am judgmental in all
circumstances and I hook up with my take.


I have two boys, now they have outgrown my lap but the
memories are still intact as if it is the story of yesterday.


My tiny tots were manageable and I raised them into
independent child. It wasn’t easier to train but they were easy to manage…I
consider myself lucky.


I started working when my kids completed their primary
school, before that I managed business of pharmaceuticals operating from my
home, but still there were instances when I had to go out for some work and in those situations, my husband stayed back.
As soon as my kids came to know that I was going for an outing,
they were very happy, though they didn’t show externally I could sense from
their body language…Maa hoon naa.


They knew that their Papa will cook their favorites (he is
a good cook), will approve their demands for toys and games along with cold
drinks, chocolates & chips and they would be free to move freely in the
house, jump on the sofa etc…a complete masti day.


Once I was getting ready for the outing, then I overheard
the conversation of Dad and beta:
“Papa, mummy jab
jayegi to mujhe wo wala toy dila dena.”
So was the prakop (wrath) of Mummy in my house.


And Papa smartly didn’t reply in words, just shook his head
in affirmation.


As soon as I would be ready to leave, their best question
propped up, “Mummy, kab aaogi?”


I would just smile, I understood the meaning of their smart
question.


And both boys in unison will say, “Yayyyyy” & Dad was
happy too.


He would cook their favorite delicacies and after having
food, he would snore and these smarty’s had immense freedom to watch cartoons, play around uncaring about the furnishings.


They celebrated the day as their independence day.

After having good sleep, he would take them to market to buy
the goods of their choice.
As I stepped inside, the younger one will come to me with
his toys and very innocently would say, “Dekho naa, Papa khareed diye hain”


The smart explanation they had and Dad would be busy in keeping
the things in their place so that I don’t give sermons to all.


My hubby’s body language clearly communicated that he had a
sound sleep.

In conclusion, all the three of them enjoyed to the fullest
in my absence.


If I complained, “You are encouraging them to be undisciplined.”
His simple reply, “You are there to handle & bachche
tumse darte hain aur hum bhi”
 
 
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Back to Basics!!!

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       Back to Basics

I have seen life very closely, from the ground reality, where I had seen my grandparents following the old traditions and living a healthy life. Their habits included getting up early in the morning and do Suryanamaskar, when the sun rose scattering their early rays to all life on earth and the early rays were considered to be an elixir for life. Before Suryanamaskar, they had a bath after relieving themselves, so the system was thoroughly cleansed.

Life (routine) started with the sun rays & ended with the sunset. People were healthy and happy and they didn’t need routine checkups nor they popped any pills. They followed the traditional healing mostly through Ayurveda.

Gradually, the western culture influence set in and the next generation followed sincerely thinking that the earlier generation was outdated and the western culture came into vogue changing the total pattern of lifestyle.

People started leaving their beds when the sun shone over their head and other routines followed afterward. In adopting a western style, people messed up their daily basic routines. There was no time for brushing teeth, taking bath, relieving oneself. Waking up late made them do the things that were on priority and the basics were left. They started relieving themselves, when the system compelled them, the consequence was complicated lifestyle & diseases started attacking people. Doctors & medicine shop owners business multiplied.

If any senior ever suggested them to change their routine and go back to basics, they were brushed up saying, “This style of lifestyle is in vogue, what you all followed is outdated. This is the fad of today.”

Now after forty years, revolution is in to change the lifestyle of people to remain hearty and healthy, but you may have heard, “Old habits die hard” and this issue currently the people are facing to go back to basics.

The revolution that has set in is due to heavy advertisements on social media emphasizing on Yoga, Ayurveda, Lifestyle reforms etc.

Gradually people are accepting and trying to bring a change in their routines.

“Aa Ab Laut Chalein” funda is been followed but it is at a pace of a snail, so it will take a long time to bring total change among people.

Wellness center, Gym & Spa’s are cropping up to help the people to be back to basics but this time, people are parting with a huge sum to visit these centers to keep a check on their health and lifestyle.

Our grandfather cycled to the office and the current generation gets themselves relieved a bit early from office to cycle a stationary bike…What an irony?

“Der aayein durusth aaye”, people have turned to back to basics and religiously following what our forefathers followed.

People are walking slowly towards it, still, it is excellent on their part to follow.

I feel like singing, “Aa ab laut chalein”, we have started our journey to prosperity, health is wealth and this traditional approach will bring massive change around us.

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