Life is Best with Friends! #Relationships

Life without friends…impossible.
Friends are for life, some for season and some for reason…but
they are always there in our life.
Many have large circle of friends, some have small circle
and few have limited friends…but friends exists in one’s life.
However large and friendly if you have, still you need
someone with whom you can spend hours without been judged.

It is said, “Friend in need is a friend indeed”.

It’s true, adversities prove who real friends are and all
can’t be real and you can’t sever ties with the ones who don’t stand by you in
gloom…everything can’t go as per our wish and in maintaining relationships, we
have to be adaptable and adjustable to circumstances.
I have large circle of friends and with these social media
platform, the numbers have increased drastically.
I am very emotional and am easily caught in the web of
relationships soon and I continue friendship forever. I acknowledge my friends
and time to time, I knock them, so a relationship is maintained. This virtue of
mine increases my social circle and I give value to my friends.
In this large circle of friends, all can’t be similar. When our
own siblings differ in so many respects in spite of growing under the same roof
and same set of parents. There are stark differences in siblings, so how can we
expect friends to be like minded…One or two can be a bit similar but all differ
in some respect and the friend circle is carried on well with unlike people.
The law of magnetism proves to be true in case of


I am in contact with my friends who are my Chuddy buddies of
kindergarten and I well recognize the potential of all, still I keep my link
with them.
There are three types of friends in our life, some are
seasonal, some are with us for reason and some are unconditional. They stick
with you without any conditions and are mostly there for you.
Unconditional friends don’t look for some gain or loss in
friendship. They bind throughout life and value the ties of friendship above
all relationships and with them, you don’t need to be formal. You can purely be
yourself without any inhibitions of been judged.
In their company, we find solace and both of you know each
other well and recognizes your needs, moods and your likes n dislikes; even
very clear of your merits and demerits and knows to overlook your minus points
n praise you where you deserve.
Telepathy works great in this relationships and many times,
silence conveys all. You enjoy each other company and never get bored. You
share each n everything except your BF/GF…wink, wink.
Some friends are seasonal, they believe in carrying
friendship for short period of time. They are rolling stone that gathers no
moss. They move with time and place and adapt well in all circumstances. Till
he is with you, he is totally yours; once he moves out, you will have tough
time to locate him…Enjoy the friendship with these friends but don’t bring your
heart in between these friendships else you will be hurt. They too don’t play
with you deliberately. It is their characteristic of not carrying relationships
for long and they make friends easily. They don’t wish to be stuck, they
believe in flowing with time. Some are there in my friend list and initially,
it hurt me a lot but with experience and time, we learn a lot and I was no
exception. I too learnt the lessons of life in a harsh way and now I try my
best not to involve my heart with such friends…but this emotional do get hurt
at times in spite of been fully conscious.
Some friends stay in friendship for some reasons which they
won’t disclose but when they will move out of your life, you will know what
reason let them stay back in a relationship. You can’t rely on these people nor
can you change their outlook…a negligible part changes if good thoughts descend
on them but it is rare instance. Enjoy the circle and be ready to let it go.
In my life, friends have been an integral part of my life
and I carry on the ties overlooking the flaws in the relationships….I love to
share and care and my this attitude has helped me to overcome adversities in
life with a smile. Even if I get hurt, I try my best to find a remedy to it and
ready to patch up and my power has attracted people towards me.
I have friends of all ages, some are quite elder to me, few
quite younger. Age disparity is there but we tune well in all circumstances.
I listen to the sermons of my friends when I am wrong and
ready to lecture when I find them in wrong pit and this keeps us lively and
happy. In my group, I have friends of season’s n reasons and few of them have
been transformed to unconditional. My constant yearning changed their hearts
and now they are in my good books.
I know to overlook many things in friendship and this innate
power of mine has bestowed me with a large circle of social circle and I am
indebted to each one of them.

Hip, Hip, Hurray!!!

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Musings XV #Lessons


When I was in School,

The lessons seemed tough

After walking miles of life

Now, I realize

It was easier than the challenges of life.

There are fixed formula to solve the lessons

No formula fits in life

You have to stretch beyond limits

To catch up with the challenges of life.

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Musings I

Think Positive

Looking life from close quarters, realized that the energy that we waste in storing precious possessions are all futile.

The prized possession that remains with us is happiness spurting within & positivism towards life, gather them in your life dropping grudges & bitterness.

Random thought.

Ila Varma

Pic Credits: here

Friday Foto Fiction Week 13.

Old bunglow



The huge palatial bungalow where we grew stood today, dark & dingy with cobwebs hanging all around.

Tears welled up in my eyes, this was the place where Maa-Pa lived with dignity and kept the ancestral property neat and clean…and what we did?

In the race of earning in multiple figures, we uprooted our roots.

Now, I have to visit Oxygen pubs to breathe in fresh air, hit back to the gym to maintain fitness…and we abandoned the place where we had all in plenty.

I took a firm decision.

I resigned from the job and moved here with my wife.

Once again, life regained & we felt rejuvenated.

(100 words)

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Valentine Day Celebrations

Once Upon a time, Valentine Day was a Greek word for Indians
but thanks to the world of media that even the old pairs who have completed their golden anniversary too are busy with the celebrations….then what to say about the young pairs….they are anxious and their expectations rise high.
A month before 14th Feb., cards & gifts are decked up for the occasion, tables booking is on in restaurants and varied discounts & add-ons are added by the hotel industry.
The town is painted red in the anxious wait for the Valentine day and all swear their love to their partners and those they don’t have, they are in ardent search to express their love…with the advent of Feb., love starts brimming.
I get high in Feb, but being poor in expressions and I fail to propose or vow and the same is the condition with my partner.
We are an ideal couple who are poor in expressions. Further, my take is that love is not a thing to be celebrated only on a specific day.

Love is a fire which kindles when the eyes and soul of two meet
and decide to carry on and the passion for each other increases with each passing day, building trust upon each other and it reaches the zenith where even the biggest mistake of love is pardoned…such is the intensity of love and it can’t be raised in a day, it takes a lot of time, patience and perseverance.
Falling in love is easy but to remain in love is promising
and when it reaches the zenith, the love turns unconditional where it only believes in giving with no expectations…but all relationships or love don’t reach to that zenith.
Still, I don’t disagree with the celebrations but my choice is
a bit different.
I don’t celebrate but still, I have a list of choices where
materialistic things are missing, it’s more to enjoy the day with spending less & enjoying more concept. It would be fulfilling , it’s my view.
Start the day with a kiss planted on the lips of your love,
it will revive the lost passions and you will feel fresh. Gift a
beautiful red rose with a promise to stand by each other through thick and thin and just as the thorns manage to keep the rose petals safe; the same way you two vouch for each other.
Ask to wear the dress of your choice and prepare breakfast
for each other. Even one of the partners can surprise showcasing their culinary skills and table management.
Decide to be together…if there is no urgency at the office, take
a day break and enjoy the time with your partner, indulge in sharing and caring and lovemaking or anything that suits both of you.
  • Go for a long drive with the favorite music playing in the
    backdrop, it will entice your passion.
  • Grab the hours to use in your own way as you desire to be
    with your partner.
  • Decorate your bedroom, light colorful aromatic candles,
    play music and enjoy the hours of close proximity.
If you indulge in with pleasant mood, I can challenge
nothing better can replace these moments and no amount can fetch you these small pretty, invaluable, precious joys of life.
Don’t wait for one long year to celebrate the valentine day,
take a break from fast life in a quarter and enjoy the leisure time with your partner….this way, the couple comes closer and the fire of love rekindles.
This is my choice of gifts on the V-Day…what is yours? Do
share & care.
Writing this for #MondayMommy Moments prompt

Lost! #Stress




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 apply 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 the 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 the 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 the 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 the 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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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

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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Repentance! #FotoFiction3

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

Her words pinched me hard & 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 a road.

The sky was clear & bright & the view was amazing…The 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 towards home.

© Ila Varma 2016.

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How Unpredictable Life Is?

Yes, it’s true, Life is unpredictable and life is such that the things that we predict never ever happens at the right time…Our wishes n desires are fulfilled but not at the time we thought to crack, but the time life has stored for us.

People say that everything is predestined…how to believe when we are unaware what the things are predestined?

Life is unpredictable n tough for those who see as tough n easy for those who readily accept each n every move of life, without twitching the brow.

I am no exception, I too go through the same.

My early marriage was an unpredictable moment for me as well as for my parents, family n all those who knew me and in three months, I was transformed totally not in girth but in worth.

The careless who moved in trousers n frocks till yesterday was engaged…unbelievable.

I pinched myself several times if really it happened or was it a passing nightmare…I have used the word nightmare here because I was reluctant at the tender age of 16 years to get hitched to a man whom I had not seen or heard of.

I too had a dream of a Prince who would come some day and ask for my hand. The Prince did come but not to me, his move was directed towards my parents. They too were not mentally ready to see me off on the pretext of marriage, so they asked time to think n rethink.

The matter was not disclosed to me but round table discussion was on. My mother was not ready to pack me up to in-laws place knowing that I had ambition to do something good in life and marriage could be a hurdle.

The round table discussion with extended family concluded with the decision to start the move from the alliance, the groom had asked my hand. He had seen me in some gathering n had decided to make me his princess n straight away, he had contacted my Pop.

Twenty- nine years back, parents never ever thought that the bride need to be asked or informed about the alliance or her decision matters…nothing of that sort…but it was believed that she will accept all that is said.

Same thing happened to me, I was asked to summon in a sari with earrings etc. at a nearby temple.

Before this day, I had never tried earrings, bangles or bindi in my life and I found it weird but chose to keep silent respecting elders.

Finally, I stepped in the temple and fleet of people surrounded me n barged several questions like Lord Shri Ram arrows.

I felt as if I was moving like,

“Suraj Hua Maddham, Chaand Jalne Laga

Aasmaan Yeh Haai Kyoon Pighalne Laga…

Main Thehra Raha, Zameen Chalne Lagi

Dhadka Yeh Dil, Saans Thamne Lagi”

I was literally trembling with fear of these outstretched eyes and answered all the questions wrong, I tried hard to sound confident but all my boldness flowed out of my body. I was mentally blank.

In spite of giving wrong answers, I was selected. The choice of the boy mattered, these all that was reeling were gimmicks, in the name of formality.

Finally, my marriage was fixed.

On the day of my engagement, I was crying. People rejoice but unknown fear of losing my people, my family, my future added to my desperation and I cried a lot.

I was engaged but my parents bought time of a year to complete my Plus 2 at least n the groom party was communicated about continuing further studies and it will be my decision.

The event of engagement created some magic on me and I carefree girl gradually started transforming for the good, becoming more responsible, learning home décor and polishing culinary skills along with my studies.

In one year time, I was totally changed, my outlook n perspectives changed and that was the magic of unpredictable life who predicted my marriage as per its choice and changed me completely.

I was adamant fellow and followed what I liked but this life made me kneel down as per its choice.

We are mere puppets in the hands of life and we play as per its directions.

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Innocent Boy!!!

Whenever I see this picture, mixed feeling arises within and I’m reminded of my younger son, Tuktuk, who cried at the time of every haircut till the age of two and a half and no amount of cajoling could stop him from crying, even the glimpse of this child is very close to my son’s look, when he was a toddler.

This picture gives me goosebumps and tears flood my eyes n blurr my vision..and I feel like taking the child in my arms close to heart…My child is now a big man who has completed silver jubilee of his age but when I meander down the lane and recall the past memories, I feel as if it is of yesterday.

On Sundays, my husband planned to go for hair-cutting with his two tiny tots…They got ready fast on pretext of riding on LML vespa, the common scooter of those times..but the happiness subsided of Tuktuk as he landed at the salon for hair cut and as the barber readied him to start the cutting, he use to cry on top of the voice. This went for more than a year, the passers by hoarded at the salon to watch the child crying inconsolably.

When he was about to complete two and a half years n could explain things, then I asked him,

“Why you make so much hulla at salon, do you want to keep the hair long as girls?”

“Mummy, you don’t know, it pains a lot that’s why I cry” He explained me innocently and I was bowled over by his expressions.

I cuddled him in my embrace and explained him that hair cutting is not painful n asked him not to cry next time.

That day, I understood the reason n laughed at his innocence.

Gradually, he came out of this habit n I could just say, Mera Masoom bachcha.

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