Showing posts with label passion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label passion. Show all posts

Thursday, August 31, 2017

Me Time! #FridayFotoFiction



Since childhood, I was fond of reading and my shelves were stacked with different kinds of books and magazines and this reading habit gave birth to my writing skill.

My inner desire was to get my writings published giving shape to a novel.

Being the eldest of five, I was married off early and got totally engrossed in family life, managing kids, husband and household and could not take time out for myself.

After shouldering off my responsibilities, once again I diverted my attention towards my reading & writing habit.

I dusted the journals that I was carrying in my shelves and synchronized them and sent to various publishers to get it published.

Thankfully, one of the leading publishers of  Mumbai accepted my work and today I received the paperback of my publication.

I can't scribble my emotions in words...I am speechless.

© Ila Varma 30/08/2017


Word Count: 147 Words.



Monday, May 22, 2017

Musings XIII

Ignoring her urgency,

Tilting her face,

He bit her earlobe gently.

His biting was so seductive,

that she forgot her way.

© Ila Varma 2017

Linked to #Three Word Wednesday.

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Limerick #Random


Me & You at Bay,

Making merry & Hay,

Playing & Running Semi-nude around,

Making sand dunes & mounds,

Partying with Breezer whole Day.

Copyright Ila Varma, Feb. 2017

Wednesday, December 7, 2016

Thursday, December 1, 2016


Language is a medium of expressions and interaction with people and it doesn’t matter which language you speak. Basically, our country’s ancient languages were Sanskrit & Devanagari script but when people flocked to other countries or British took over our country in their hands then people fretted because they couldn’t understand the language of Firangi’s and then gradually, people started learning this foreign language English and even during the rule of British, English language was added in the school curriculum.

In those days, it wasn’t a fad like today to converse in English, simply, it was taken as a language of communication.

Still the major chunk speak in their own languages, but English is much in practice and maximum people are studying in English medium schools.

It’s not bad to adopt English in instruction or communication but its worse to judge one’s education & knowledge in terms of language and humiliate them for not having the fluency in English or make them an object of laughter and crack jokes.

Nowadays, along with awareness, even the illiterate people has updated themselves with the words of English which are in regular use in communication.

English language is easy comparative to Hindi in writing, so maximum people prefer to write in English. Hindi is tough comparative to English. This is my view that I hold and I do write in English to get it done fast.

I totally disagree that fluency in English adds sparkle to one’s personality.😁

Look at the beauty pageants, in Miss World & Miss Universe, girls from around the globe participate and there are some, who take help of interpreters to communicate or answer the questions.

Are they less qualified or does their sparkle lessens?

We Indians are more conscious because we have moved away from our language and in a way adopted foreign language as own language and we have messed up. Neither we have command on our parent language nor we could do well in English…I’m talking of the masses. Don’t take my words individually but on the whole, we are surviving with “Toote Phoote English & Hindi” and Sanskrit took a back seat.

In academic curriculum, Sanskrit exists, but people study to pass out and see the foreigners, they are studying our ancient language Sanskrit and they take pride in it and even converse in Sanskrit.

My view is simple, speak the language in which you feel free to express your emotions, it can be Hindi, Sanskrit or English.

Knowledge, Confidence & Positive Attitude adds beauty and worth to a personality.

The expression of Love & Smiles has no language to communicate, still it is contagious 💓

Linked to IndiSpire 145 

Saturday, October 22, 2016

Skywatch Friday - 20 October 2016 - Conflict Resolution Day!

On the Eve of Conflict Resolution Day, The Clouds Seem to Have Resolved the Burning Issues & Appears Calm n Cool.

                                                   The Dark clouds kisses the Snowy Clouds

Captured by Me at Tirupati, Tamil Nadu.

Pic Courtesy: © Ila Varma 2016

Monday, October 17, 2016

Sweet Sixteen!!!

Today, I was feeling low and wanted to flip the pages of time when I was my real self without any artificial enamors and true to myself.

I parked my car near by the park and strolled inside. The sunny afternoon of winters was soothing and I took a seat under the tree, the sun-rays filtering through the branches were comforting my senses and I felt at ease.

I went into the state of flash back and stopped at my sweet sixteen phase, for which each teenager strives to reach and the movies show the crushes and infatuations and romantic aura at 16 and every teenager dreams of it. I too was in the same line, waiting to attain sweetness in my life at the sweet age of 16.

As I grew up, my skin glowed, my crowning glory was in full glory and there was immense radiance on my face. I too was puzzled to see myself in mirror. I had changed a lot for good and my mother eyes were on me with a feeling of pride for my emerging beauty and a fear gripped her seeing her princess spinning into young nymph. I could sense her fear though I did not understand why she was growing so possessive of me.

My body curves got prominent and accentuated at right places and I gradually grew conscious of my body and at times, I had to be conscious to carry myself and especially in rowdy crowd, it was difficult for me.

I was in my final board of Tenth and I had devoted myself to study but I secretly dreamt to be a singer and wanted to pursue Fine arts but my parents were reluctant because they did not see future of these subjects. They had the concept that the traditional education can only give comfortable future. I tried hard to convince them but I failed in my approach. I wasn’t daring to stand against them or retaliate, so with heavy heart, I accepted their opinion. I shelved my passion with a secret thought that I would pursue music in coming future but never knew that a dreamer lives forever and a thinker dies soon. My thought did not die but I murdered with my own hands supported by time factor.

Sweet sixteen enters with beauty but it has its hiccups too, reality is very harsh at times. The pimples are the woes of a nymph, she abhors but pimples adore nymphs and tries hard on beautiful faces to fade their beauty. These pimples added misery to my life and I hated to go on outings or party with pimples on.

As you grow beautiful, parents go berserk and are ready to guard you all time and barge deliberately in your loneliness and they did the same, at times, I grew impatient and rowdy. It is the age where you need to handle many emotions and different pressures of life and the fantasy and the dreams tears you apart from reality.

The pressure of exams, peer pressure to look better and the pressures of parents to be in right frame just kicked me out of the required format…it was tough.

It is more about balancing the act but it’s not easy to handle.

The idol worship is intense at this age and the eyes that notices becomes the cynosure of eyes and I was no exception. I loved to be noticed but never accepted.

The crush on AB was unparalleled and I was crazy for him and I felt my beats racing when I watched him in movies.

The mood swings limited my interactions with family members and I insulated myself from others when I dislike their views.

Today, I am at rim of 45 plus and have seen life closely from all quarters and Dear Sweet 16, I want to tell you that it was the best part of your life where you had the support of your parents n siblings to handle you when you stumbled and they were always there to patiently bear your tantrums. In those days, Board exam looked scary but after walking miles and miles on the topsy curvy lane of life, I feel like laughing loud at my innocence, it was nothing compared to tough things that one faces in life and can’t even express. 
The fear the parents had about us were genuine as I feel now for my daughter.

I can’t go back into the time so I will fulfill my ambition through my daughter if she really wish to take fine arts as her career and will readily help her to pursue her passion. The things that I left incomplete will be completed by my daughter, I see a mirror image of myself in my daughter. She is going to complete Sweet 16 next year and I am waiting eagerly for the day with pride and fear. Time changes, people change but few things remains the same.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

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Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Shadow #dVerse prompt


Holding hands of My Sweetheart

I was walking tall

Moon was in full bloom

Soft breeze tranquilized our souls

We entwined.


I felt tickling all over

I bit her earlobe

She sealed my lips

A shadow of us

Was shimmering

Under the silvery moonlight.

© Ila Varma 28th Sep.2016

Written for the post of dVerse Quadrille #17

Image Credits: here.



Sunday, September 25, 2016

Friday Skywatch

All this time
The Sun never says to the Earth,

"You owe me."

What happens
With a love like that,
It lights the whole sky.” 
― Hafiz

Recently I was travelling and I am fond of captivating sky views at different timings at different places.

                                                     #Bangalore morning Skywatch

                                              Day break view at #Mysore Road, Bangalore.

                                               Mid-noon sky view of Mumbai Skies.

It leaves me mesmerized and I feel calmness within me, watching the captivating captures.

Captured by Ila Varma by Canon.

Linked to Skywatch; Scenic Weekends; Foto Friends

Saturday, September 24, 2016

Positive Influence of BollyWood Movies!!!

We all know movies are for entertainment & as actress Vidya Balan puts in, in one of her films, Dirty Picture, Movies are for “Entertainment, Entertainment, Entertainment", it was not Vidya Balan, it was the director & script writer behind but we common fellows take it as deciphered n depicted by the actor on the silver screen…this is the Impact.

The films get the subject from society and the world around and leave an impact on the minds and lives of audiences. Each and every movie cannot deliver but there are films which have changed the course of action, mind, and feelings of people and left a long-lasting impact.

I am not a Movie buff but do find time to watch the movies which stand out in the crowd and my preference is to watch movies on the big screen.

Let me start with the movie of my favourite icon Mr. Amitabh Bachchan, Abhimaan, 1973, directed and written by Hrishikesh Mukherjee and edited by Das Bhai was a huge success.

It is a single movie that I have watched a dozen times & still if I get a chance, I can go for more. It is a simple movie but it moves the audience from within. It is a film of ‘70’s when very few women stepped out of the home to pursue career and she makes big in comparison to her husband and the rift erupts in the smooth relationship of reel life couple Amitabh Bachchan & Jaya Bhaduri (Bachchan), who are also couple in real life. Both are in the same profession and after marriage, the popularity of Jaya rose which becomes difficult for Amitabh to digest. The ego of man gets defeated. Difficult times steps in, relationship loses its sheen, loses unborn womb and Jaya steps out of profession.

In spite of several hiccups, the film ends on a positive note, they unite and encourage Jaya to give a performance on stage. The emotions shown are very real and it had a positive impact on the minds of audiences and a change was noticed around in the society.

Watching the movie Abhimaan, people realized the intricacies of working couple and understood the emotions and society approved working of wives.

The impact was positive and the Man realized that how false Ego disturbs family. It is a social movie and I give 5 star to Abhimaan.

Again, the movie of my favourite icon, Mr. Amitabh Bachchan, Baghban, 2003, directed by Ravi Chopra drew a large number of audience.

The story is of a desperate couple i.e. Amitabh Bachchan & Hema Malini, parent of four sons, who languishes all his wealth to provide amenities and education to the children and does not saves for the hay day believing that the sons will be a pillar of strength to the parents after retirement. The emotions of the lead hero AB plays and he takes stand emotionally without giving a second thought. The realization sets in after retirement when he asks his sons to come down at his place and declares his plan. The sons are astounded and the bickering starts behind the back of the parents. The most interesting aspect that they have shown in the movie is that not only the daughters-in-law are worried about the plan even sons are baffled. Finally, the sons conclude that the parents will stay separately at their son’s place and they will move to the places in turn. This comes as a great shock to both the parents and even audience sense the reality of the situation the society is reeling in and it creates a whirlwind of emotions. As usual, Mother in reel role, Hema Malini accepts the decision and move out to their sons. The emotions take a turn during the stay of Mother- Father and they are treated as outsiders not only by the DIL even son’s attitude is pathetic towards their parents. The story is quite long so I won’t go in minor details. I am jumping to the impact of this movie on the audience.

The impact of the movie Baghban was intense and it aroused and titillated the emotions particularly of the people who were parents of grown-up children, middle-aged people, and the senior citizens. It was a hard blow of reality and people felt insecure. The realization dawned on people that in every circumstance, one needs to save for his old age simultaneously fulfilling their dreams of children.

All children don’t have the negative attitude towards their parents but still, a fear and insecurity gripped them. Even teenagers & adults were moved and vowed not to repeat instances like Baghban towards their parents. The society got a hot topic of discussion and it was the talk of the nation.

My view is that the impact of Baghbaan is positive on people around, a saving attitude for the old age and not to be over-dependent on kids. Think with the mind and act with heart, it will come out well.

The movie 3 Idiots, released in 2009, directed by Raju Hiraani & the film stars Aamir Khan, Kareena Kapoor, R. Madhavan, Sharman Joshi, Omi Vaidya, and Boman Irani.

The influence of the movie was positive on the minds of audiences. The movie stated that only degrees cannot help a person in his life, their way of perceiving and creativity and discoveries small or big brings sparks to one’s life. The study course can be mugged up, scores can be scored high but it is not a guarantee that one can be successful in his life. Interests can’t be forced on children or it is not essential that the child will fulfill his parent’s dream.

It insisted on voicing one’s passions and interests and not be suppressed by the parents or teachers. It also sends a message that there are more things to choose as a profession, there are other takes than just textbooks and scores.

The young and the old generation‘s emotions were stirred and it gave rise to new thoughts, aspirations and changed the perceptions of the children and the old. I can sum up in few words, Mindset of generations changed. It is not an easy thing for a movie to create wonders in the minds of people of all generations. Basically, it proved to be a thought-provoking film and the children started believing in their dreams and the parents started readily agreeing to the passions that fired their children mind. It gave voice to children and they started voicing and pursuing their interests and parents & grandparents happily accepted their decision.

So the movie, 3 Idiots brought a revolution in the thought process of society and people love to watch it again and again, the message is conveyed through comedy and humor.

It proved one more thing that a comedy film too can be thought-provoking.

I finally conclude with these three. There are many for discussions but my first take was these 3 movies.

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Thursday, September 15, 2016

Random Texts - Wednesday Freak

Seldom the status of two person matches, here I spotted two and it makes sense in one line.

        "Don't Forget To Remember Me, Thoughts Never Let You Forget!!!"

This post is for One Liner Wednesday By Linda G.

Wednesday, September 7, 2016

Wishes Are Many Dark n Deep!!! #Poetry


Wishes are many dark n deep
It’s all my mind’s freak
Few I insist to see it creep.

Happiness & Peace sweeps in
Fruitful things reap within
Erasing the curse
Of sadness, turmoil n grief
Smiles is all that we need in life
To overcome tears & crime.

Let’s vow to grow green
Weeding out the plastics from our life
Adopt biodegradable in daily use
To save the planet from misuse
Minimize the use of electricity
Loading the surroundings with greenery
To revive life, flora and fauna around.

Take a step back
Bring forth the traditional lifestyle
Switch to ancient nutritious food
Dropping the junkies from your life
Which is wearing & tearing our body
Weaning out the inner strength.

These are my few wishful thinking
It can be carried with vigor
Without wasting money & diseases trigger
We need to adhere to our roots
To add in glory in our life.

© Ila Varma 07-09-2016

Image Credit : Mish
Written for the post of dVerse Wishful Thinking.

Monday, July 25, 2016

“I always wanted to…”

Wants n desires never comes to an end and this crave pushes us further in life. Imagine a life without desire…it isn’t possible. An ambition to do something fruitful pulls out from the cocoon and the man starts searching to fulfil the aim.

Every child faces this question, “What you want to become?” and this question is raised to the child when he is in his primary school and not well versed with life and the world around.

Every child gives big answers, some answers on the basis of interests and some wish to step in the shoes of his parents.

But when we descend into the real world, many times “I wanted…” is side-lined and we pursue other than the pursuits that one dreamt of. There are few who dare to stand rigid on his choice and either they make it or break it.

General crowd sweeps in the crowd that is in trend at a particular phase and his choices depends upon various factors, the trend at that moment, family views, financial issues n lot many other components lead him to make the decisions.

The real ambitions takes a back seat. I was no exception. The same happened with me.

The WOW prompt took me down the memory lane. More than three decades have passed but still the unfulfilled wish lingers.

I wanted to pursue fine arts that is Music. I belonged to the family where importance was given to studies only and Music was a Big No…no. I am a lover of music and wished to pursue in this field to become a good singer strumming the hands on guitar. Three decades before, options were limited and we did not had the privilege of the platform that today the kids have and the perception too have undergone a tremendous change.

I too did not dare because the avenues were limited and there was a fear of been let out behind. The essence of music is still fresh and I breathe music so you can well understand how connected I am with Music. I wanted to become a playback singer and I became a singer…bathroom singer. :)

In my dream, I see myself giving programme on stage strumming electric guitar and the audience applauding. The dream satiates my desire and I feel fresh and happy.

If my coming generation will be interested in music then I will certainly back them and help them to pursue their dream.

At this juncture of life, I learnt one more thing that it’s good to have ambitions and imagination should run wild to catch but seeing the chaos and stress around, I feel we should insist the kids to choose happiness as their ambition and the true happiness will give them wings to fly.

It’s important to be materialistic in life to achieve worldly things and fulfil inner desires but spirituality is equally important to become a good human being and in present scenario where man has become enemy of man and literally people are eating lives of one another so now we need to instil moral values in upcoming generation and show them that there is a world other than the materialism and for that we need only happiness.

Yes, it’s true my desires did not get wings at the right moment but while walking through thick n thin of life, I learnt new things and discovered the key to success is to be happy and share happiness.



‘This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’

Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Limerick Challenge Week 28 - Rain

Raindrops scatters on plains
Cleaning all the choked drains
Drizzle washes each leaves & twigs
Dazzling sparkling all figs
Filling the pot-holes and lanes.

© Ila Varma 12-07-2016
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 28 – Rain and Write Tribe Festival

Monday, June 27, 2016

Thank You Stranger

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Suddenly a motor bike came screeching to a halt near my side splashing rain water on my new dress. I was already drenched while waiting for the bus at the bus stop, the winds were hard and the downpour was heavy. It was quarter to nine at night. I had been to my friend’s house for her birthday. The dark clouds were hovering since evening but till the time I left her place, there was no such sign of rain else I would have stayed back...

“Hey, what are you up to? Don’t you have manners?”  I literally shouted at him.

“What happened?”  He replied back casually as if nothing happened. So unmindful he was I thought to myself.

“You splashed waters on me & you are asking me” This time too my pitch was high.

“Sorry, I didn’t do .It was the bike who did the mistake & you are already drenched, it just added a bit more” His casualness ignited my anger.

“So irresponsible you are. It’s your bike.” I mumbled. It was quite late and I was new to this place so I did not want to drag the conversation at this time of the hour that too with a stranger. I grumbled within.

“Hey, are you waiting for someone?” he said

“How does it concern you?” I snapped

“Are you new to this city?” another question.

Was he a question box, idiot. I fumed within.

“Don’t you see I am at the bus stop so naturally waiting for the bus? Please don’t disturb me, do your job. Please leave me alone” I bashed him again.

I was already irritated been fixed on way due to heavy pours and more concerned about my safety. I was new to this city and the news of eve teasing etc. was already taking toll of me, already worried n this guy queries ignited my worries more.

The guy was watching me with utter coolness though I had been so rude with him (a realization sets in when we do it deliberately.) which raised my suspicion & I was alert. The roads were empty and was pouring incessantly. One or two cars or bikes passed but there was no sign of any bus. I was looking hither thither in anxiety.

“See, I’m sure you are new to this place. I am a nice person willing to help you out. At this time of hour in heavy rain, you won’t get a bus. I can drop you if you don’t mind. Don’t feel afraid.” He said with a concern in his tone.

I was totally petrified and confused. It was true that been new to this place, I couldn’t manage myself but how could I trust this unknown guy at an unknown city after hearing or reading so many cases of harassment every now and then. I was stuck in a dilemma n couldn’t think further. I checked time; it was 9:30 pm and I felt my heart pounding. He sensed my anxiety.

“Believe me; I will drop you at your place safely. Don’t overthink it’s already quite late. Rains in Chennai are terrible and soon areas get inundated, it will be difficult for you.” He pacified. He really had the patience what I noticed in between the conversation.

I had no choice but to agree. Tears welled up & I was feeling helpless. With a belief in god, I agreed.

He gave me his wind cheater to cover myself and started the bike asking me to hold the handles tight to balance myself because there might be pot holes on the road. He asked the location where I was staying. I was not keen to share but in this situation, I left all on my God Ganesha hoping that he would save me (may be this guy was his person in disguise to help me out.). I wasn’t god fearing but in this situation, I had pinned all my beliefs on him.

He dropped me safely at my PG in less than twenty minutes and I was lucky to reach safely.

“Thanks a lot” I said simply though my heart n mind thanked him profusely to come as a savior, really it was a big thing to reach my place safe at this odd time. I thanked my stars too.

As I turned to return the windcheater, I was astounded by his amazing demeanour, protruding eyes, prominent nose, broad shoulders n ruffled hair and rain dropping from his hair to his face stole my heart. In this one hour for the first time I saw him directly into him & my heart quipped. For seconds, I was lost in my thoughts.

“Bye.” He said & started off his bike and accelerated in full speed again splashing waters on my dress but this time I wasn’t angry. I smiled to myself and rushed inside.

The memory of this short meeting still pops up in my mind often and I secretly wish to meet this guy, but the irony of this meeting was, we brushed, we chided but we did not ask about each other nor exchanged numbers.

I am really thankful to the stranger who helped me on that fateful night and safely dropped me at my place… Still there are good people on this earth and because of few idiots, we distrust all. Really I was thankful to this guy n his magical ways had cast a spell on me.

Whenever, the musical pitter-patter strums, my heart beats for him and a desire soars to search him but where…Thank you Stranger…hoping to meet him someday if it is destined.

‘This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’


Sunday, June 26, 2016

बरसात #Poetry

लटें भींगी                                      
तन भी भींगा
आनंद ले रहे थे
कपङे उनके तन के
जो चिपकी जा रही थी
आनंदित हो
आहलाहित हो
उनके तन के खुश्बू से।।

मैं भी कहाँ शरीफ?
खिङकियों के ओट से
नजर टिकी थी मेरी
उन पर
जिनकी हर कोशिश
अपने आप को सिमटने की 
हो रही थी नाकाम।।

हाथ में लिए
दो प्याली चाय
करी हमने मिन्नतें बहुत
पी ले, हमारी हाथों की चाय
ठण्ड छू मंतर हो जायेगा
तन में काबू जाएगा।।

© इला वर्मा 26-06-2016

‘This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’

Thursday, June 23, 2016

Six Degrees - Book Review


Title- Six Degrees –Game of Blogs

Author – Various (Teamwork)

Paperback: 422 pages

Publisher: Publishing; First edition (27 October 2015)

Language: English

ISBN-10: 9352013891

ISBN-13: 978-9352013890

Price – INR 349

My Rating – 4/5

I am a voracious reader and am in constant look to read more and more and been a blogger, I am always on a lookout for the new discoveries in the field of creativity dominating the world of writings. It satiates my hunger of reading and writing.

I received the complimentary copy of Six Degrees, Game of Blog from Blogadda under the book review program and it gave me an opportunity to present my honest opinion about the collaboration of authors from different streams.
In the beginning, when I came to know that about 300 bloggers have helped to strew these three stories, I was a bit reluctant. But once I started, there was no looking back till I finished.

The book Six Degrees, Game of Blog by Blogadda is quite unique and innovative way to bring authors from different stride to stand and unite to unravel three unique stories. The teamwork is praiseworthy and I love the efforts of Blogadda.

So, in one book, you get an opportunity to read the three components and it leaves you thrilled. There are few flaws but it can be overlooked seeing the passion of the contributors of the blogging world, who have made Six Degrees, Game of Blog, a successful read.

The most commendable thing about this book is that throughout the three different stories series, the five characters are the same and the basic characters holds the same characteristics in all the three stories.

I believe you must be interested to know about the portrayed characters and its worth to get introduced to them.


  • Shekhar Dutta is a stay at home Dad and a freelancer writer.


  • Tara Dutta is the breadwinner of the family, the dashing, ambitious and busy media personnel whose priority is her job and family and she is doing well in job.


  • Roohi Dutta is a nine year old daughter of the Dutta’s and quite smart and amicable unlike her age.


  • Cyrus is a law student who joins Dutta family in Mumbai and his character is on rapid change in each story.


  • Jennifer is a photographer and she continues with her character in all three stories.


  • Dr. Aryan Ahuja is a neighbour of Dutta and his personality is on change in each of the stories.


The Three Stories are:

  1. The Awakening is a science fiction. It deals with powerful alien who desires to preserve the Earth which is losing its sheen due to negativity around in all spheres. The characters are quite strong and they deliver well. I don’t wish to go into the details rather I would request the people to take time out and do read for yourself. You will be mesmerized with the descriptions and would appreciate my choice…I am pretty sure.


  1. Entangled Lives is a murder & mystery which goes unsolved till the end. It is quite intriguing and I liked the strong character portrayed of Police officer Jawa who takes on his power to solve and leaves no stone unturned to solve the murder of the support staff of Tara, who is more like a family member. As name suggests, it entangles the lives of all characters and the way of expression of the author’s team sends a thrill to the readers. The conclusion of the story is abrupt but still it is quite interesting…It’s my take…Do buy and read for yourself.


3.  Missing- A Journey is a thriller and it revokes the sentiments of different characters. The main characters of this story is Roohi Dutta & Cyrus. The missing of Roohi bridges the gap of the Dutta couple. Cyrus is a gay and it deals with his life, how people scorn at him, even his family takes a back seat and the saddest part of this story is the rape of Cyrus by his college mates and his sufferings. The bruises on the body goes off with time but the bruised soul remains with him always. The ending is happy but it stirs the readers.

My take: It is a wonderful read and it’s beyond belief that a collaboration of huge number of passionate bloggers can produce such a masterpiece for the audience. Tit bits of errors are there which can be easily rectified by the roving eyes of the Editor.For sure, grab the book and enjoy reading.

6 Degrees is India's first book published through collaborative blogging, written completely by bloggers for the Game of Blogs activity at BlogAdda.

Know more about Game of Blogs hereYou can buy 6 Degrees: Game of Blogs if you liked the review. :)

This review is a part of the biggest Book Review Program for Indian Bloggers. Participate now to get free books!

Review By Ila Varma.


Sunday, June 5, 2016

#ShareTheLoad with Gen Next!

“Break the age old taboo Mitali, distribute the work among your kids and your husband and soon you will find enough time for yourself.” I advised my neighbour Mitali, whom I found her on toes, overburdened with work and the creases on her face said that she was irritated at heart.

Many times, she wondered how I managed to remain cool and calm and my house was well managed, things arranged on proper place and I was in gaga mood.

“Di, tell me your secret. How you manage? I am at wits end and I feel overstressed. What to do?” Mitali enquired.

I passed a smile and said, “Mitali, you work hard, but you need to be a smart worker.”

“Smart worker, Am I unsmart and dull di?” She made a long face.

I could feel that she was hurt by my words.

“Ohh, Mitali. Grow up, you talk like a school going kid. I mean to say that you have taken all workload on your shoulder and that is the reason that you don’t get enough time to rest or be at ease. Share your responsibilities, it will reduce your burden and your kids and husband will learn to manage. Afterwards, they will praise you for your effort to make them learn to shoulder responsibility and when you are on outing, they will not pile up the work for you and wait for your return rather they will clean and clear the work and you will feel light at heart. Make kids and hubby independent, they will love you more once they are independent.” I explained her.

“Di…they will not feel my need once they learn to be independent.”

“Hey innocent Mitali, now I have to be strict with you. Come on. I will explain to your kids and husband.”

In evening, I called up her kids and asked Mr.Chanda to join me over tea and snacks in evening. They all were there on time as I had scheduled.

“Why don’t you all help Mitali in managing household and ease her burden? She is overloaded and irritated. I believe you all must have marked the changes in her.” I told them.

“Aunty, you are right but mamma does not allow us to do. She feels she is perfect and we are not.” The three kids said in unison.

Mr.Chanda held the same view. I told Mitali and explained her that she should teach them else they are the ones who will face the problems of adjustment in life. After high school, they will leave her nest for further studies and in lack of habit of doing work, they will feel burdened and the easy things will be tough for them.

I started the training then and there from my house itself. I called up the kids and distributed the work of serving ready tea and snacks to all the people present in the house, even I did not spare Mitali’s husband.

If I would have done all by myself, it would have taken half an hour to distribute and with the help and support of all, I was relieved from the work in ten minutes and none felt the burden. The smiles were running on the faces of all.

Mitali had two daughters and one son and she was more particular about her son, an attribute of a typical Indian mother. I lack this quality, maybe because at my place, I am in minority. I am the only lady in my house.

I asked Mitali to distribute the work evenly among the kids sparing none and involve your husband too. You will feel inner happiness to find him near to you, this way you will enjoy his company and your load will be shared.

After a fortnight, Mitali dropped in at my place with a family pack of dark chocolate, my favourite one.

“Wow Di…really you are a magician. Your idea changed my lifestyle and me. I feel happy and involved with my family. Previously, I used to drag along alone and at times, I felt pity on my status but now I feel happy and elated and the division of work has brought smiles on the faces of all and we crack jokes, share our feelings working together and even my house is sparkling.” She hugged me tight.

“Hey Mitali, leave me. I am not your hubby. Go and catch him tight, he will enjoy the hug.” And we laughed out loud.

My daughter who was studying in next room rushed into living room.

“What happened Mom? Hope you are okay.” She enquired.

“We are very much okay, dear. We are celebrating with chocolates.” Mitali said and laughed.

Her lost laughter was back and I was happy to see happy Mitali.

There are lot more Mitali’s in our society, who are dragging the reins of household in her hands and has lost the glow on her face and she is reduced to mere bickering figure.

  • Share the workload among the family members.

  • Involve them with yourself in arranging things, cleaning the house, laundry and cooking as per their capacity.

  • Make the family people independent and caring so that when you are unwell or out of town, they don’t suffer.

There is no gender stereotyping in household work, all can do all jobs and with practice, they will excel. Remember failures are the pillars of success and all learn with trial and error, no one is perfect.

The woman of the family needs to take the initiative to induce the feeling of sharing the load and it will be passed on from one generation to another. If a child is watching his father, brother and sister sharing work, he will follow the same trend for his family and the coming generation will be more jolly and caring towards each other.

At a lighter note, Woman has the birth right to give birth to a child, Men cannot snatch away her bliss, rest everything can be shared. 

I am taking part in the #ShareTheLoad Challenge with Ariel and Aksharaat BlogAdda.