Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Gratitude and a Happy New Year




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This year started off bleakly with not much promise and hope but then things started falling in place like in a jigsaw puzzle. This year lifted a heavy burden off my heart and filled it with happiness and delight, made me feel light and good, I am grateful to God for having given me a chance to mend what I broke and I am thankful to the one who was instrumental in getting things smoothened out.
Even after the long awaited cheer that spread into my life in the early 2015, there were things which often brought in negativity and lack of hope in me, but this year somehow my positive thinking helped me a lot and things turned around, it was a cheerful Diwali which awaited me, the lights started sparkling right from the first day of Navratri in October itself.
I am grateful to God for the blessings, each one of them, I am full of gratitude to the almighty and wish and pray for an even better 2016 for me and my family and every one in my life, and the entire nation, the entire world and all of you who are reading this. Be blessed in a way you have never been blessed before.
I pray for opportunities of more gratitude in the brand New year that awaits me just round the corner.
Goodbye 2015, let me tell you, you were a darling to me and my family… I will always remember you.. Hugs and thanks a lot.
Merry Christamas and a Happy New Year to EVERYONE….!!!!

Sunday, December 20, 2015

Who is most brutal ??


Delhi gangrape: Juvenile wasn't 'most brutal'; he was brutalised by this depiction, says board

It is early Monday morning at office, I have just read this on MSN News as I was about to go through my mails , I can not tell you how the title above makes my blood boil and I am not the mother of Nirbhaya, I am just an ordinary woman of Delhi, a working woman, who has taken Public Transport umpteen times, has gone through the harassments meted out in DTC’s , blue lines and Red lines who still might have to take the Public Transport once again with all the odds and evens against you. 

Is this the value of a woman who was brutalised by Iron rods by the rapists, who took out her innards with bare hands and then lay her and her friend bleeding and naked on a Delhi road, is this for what thousands of people took to street?? Seriously who are these people who makes laws and who can make such statements for a person who has along with 5 others raped and killed a young girl most brutally… so is he innocent just because he had not attained the ‘age’ while committing crime, also is he innocent just because there is no evidence that he was the most brutal, does that give him the liberty to walk free.  Is it not enough that inspite of his so called age, he was capable of violating a girl in the most brutal way , ok, if he was not the most brutal, does that in any way make him less worthy of a death sentence than the others who along with him committed the crime.

All of you who are reading this, women, men, girls and boys or whoever do any of you ever feel even an iota of sympathy for this beast, all of you who have mothers, sisters, wives and daughters at home can ever forgive him only because he was underage????

The Indian law and lawmakers need to wake up, empathise not evaluate what Nirbhaya went through, what her Mother is still going through.

I wish and pray no woman has to undergo a terrible fate and death like she had to, and I sincerely hope these Lawmakers stop making such statements which hurts us deeply and to the core, it is an insult to every woman and her vulnerability.

  If they are not capable of making sensible laws, at least they should be sensitive about the comments and statements they make in public or else just shut up and not make a mockery of the sufferings of someone for whom the entire Capital mourned.

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Thursday, November 5, 2015

Baby talks

 
 
 
 
When a baby is born the most striking thing about the baby is it’s super soft skin.The first thing that the  parents, especially the mother tries to do is take care of the skin of the baby , we use nothing less than the best quality material for our baby be it the baby wipes, baby oil, baby soap or even the clothes that we buy for the baby. 
Both my children were born in winters, Delhi winters are famous. It can make even the most softest skin crack in winters, there were many things which we did to keep my baby’s skin soft and supple. 
First and foremost the baby was given a good massage with a baby oil of a trusted brand, the more the oil was poured and massaged on the baby’s delicate skin, the more it remained supple, soft and fragrant, using baby oil on the baby’s skin is a great way of keeping the skin soft.
Thanks to some of my cousins abroad who sent me big packs of Vaseline petroleum jelly which I generously used on my daughters  hands and legs as it had started developing dry patches due to the onset of severe winter, though I took the doctor’s advise before putting it on her.
As per my Mother in law, there is nothing else in this world which can compete with pure coconut oil for a baby’s skin and hair, and as we come from the land of coconuts and we swear by it’s benefits I never doubted it one bit and generously applied it for my child’s skin and hair and it was really effective.
It is important to make sure that the baby is provided with the most soft and clean bedding so that it provides ample comfort to the baby and keeps it rash free and happy.
When you are blessed with a baby,  every waking hour is spent tending to  your baby and new born babies needs diaper changing and attention round the clock, for this it is important to use the best quality super soft diapers, this is when I discovered ‘Pampers’ and the brand’s reputation was enough to assure me that my daughter will sleep soundly for at least a couple of hours even in the harsh Delhi winter.  This  was a boon for me as well as I was also unwell and weak after the c-section delivery and needed all the rest I could get.
The biggest solace was that my daughter did not develop any diaper rash because  Pampers brings you the softest ever Pampers Premium Care Pants. Its cotton-like softness is  softest and allows it to breathe, thus keeping baby’s skin soft and healthy, and your baby happy. 
Since then I am a total fan of ‘Pampers’ and also it’s  credo line  ‘ Love, Sleep and play’, which stands fully justified with satisfied mothers like me who swear by the comfort and softness it had  provided to my  child.
What is your 'Pampers' story ?
Note : “This post is a part of the Pampers #SoftestForBabySkin activity at BlogAdda



Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Orange sheen


Sun spread its orange sheen

Flowers blossomed into beauty unseen

Time and harsh rays faded it out

Filtering out only shadows

Tall, dark and ominous

From dawn it’s almost dusk

Feet are still on the go

Ignoring the thorns,

Trying to inhale the imaginary musk

Intermittent mirages of spring

Played hide and seek

Leaving the heart weak

Then again Sun spread its orange sheen

Only to disappear into depths unseen….

Thursday, July 30, 2015

Forgive me !

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My dear first born,

I do not know whether you shall be reading this letter at all, my heart says you would one day.   I would like you to read my heart  today, I hope you and your sister will forgive me….

I know I am not a good mother, I am not even half of being a good mother.

My reasons are here, you might think 'how does she know all this? and if she knew why did she not change at all'/, sweetheart, I try every day to change myself and be the mother that you want me to be.  I know you have the same kind of heart that I have, my entire childhood and teenage years I had also yearned for my mother's love, her attention and her care the reasons were different with me and the reasons are different with you.  I just want you to know that I love you from the depth of my heart, I want you to have all the happiness in life, I want you to be successful in life and most of all I want you to feel loved and cared for, you should feel that your mother is there with you always, she might not talk or behave like a good mother but she would move mountains for you and she is and she can work till the last day of her life just for you.

These are the ways which pains you a lot, I know ... I know very well and I promise one day I will mend my ways, I shall be able to overcome my fatigue and problems at work and of life in general and I shall be the mother you dream of  :-

I hate myself when every day I yell at you when you are getting ready for the school, my yells are like the alarm that goes off when  I am racing against the clock and it's a pity that I drag you along with me, you want to cut your long hair which you grew long when you were a small kid, now that you have grown up you want it to be cut short, but we, me and your father will not hear anything about it and everyday me and you have this yelling session because of this long hair, which has to be combed and tied neatly into two plaits, for which we have to really spend quite a bit of time and time is a rare commodity in the mornings....  I really wish I would stop yelling, I really wish I could let you do whatever you want with your hair.. I hate myself for shouting at you and making your life miserable every morning – Forgive me for this..

In the evenings when I return home I am a monster, all I want is peace of mind and no one to talk to me, I am bogged down with fatigue and irritation which is because of the almost 2 hour long journey which I have to take everyday to reach home from office. On my way I always plan to be jovial with you and your sister, I pledge to myself that I shall speak calmly and lovingly to you , that I would listen with a smile to your narration of what happened at school everyday, but, alas, the moment I enter the house I turn into this most unreasonable, most unpleasant human being, whom even I despise.  Once I enter I just want to get on with the chores for dinner and the preparation for next days breakfast , how I wish I could get some house help who would make life easy for us.. but you dearest daughter has to bear the brunt of it all and my heart breaks into thousand pieces when I see you recoiling and retreating to your room when I ask you to shut up and let me be – Forgive me  for being so rude and rough with you

On weekends you look forward to spending time with me, may be just playing a game with you, discussing a novel which you have recently read or just a stroll in the park which is right in front of our house, but nothing of this sort happens because entire Saturday I am busy preparing breakfast and lunch and then washing clothes, though in a washing machine, but the condition of power at our place spoils entire day and again I end up being a good for nothing mother, only thing I do is yell at you – yes, as usual – Please please forgive me



I have seen you looking at me longingly and expectantly as to when my mother would pamper me, or say some sweet words to me, I have seen you reveling in happiness when once in a blue moon, I sit with you and play a game of cards or just talk to you- I am sorry my dear daughter, I wish I could just throw away all my cares to the wind, I wish I could sit at home and be a good mother to you, someone who would give you hot food when you come from school in cold winters and give you cold nimbu paani when you come from school in hot afternoons.  How I wish I could play with you and be the sweet mother you dream of , how I wish I could fight off all the demons within me and around me and just be caring and doting mother with lots of time and energy and love for you my dearest daughter.

 My Heart broke into thousand pieces when I heard that you told your grandmother that you wanted to be a housewife when you grow up so that you can be with your children and love them and care for them.  I died a thousand death hearing that , not because I consider your choice as bad, but because I knew this was the reflection of my approach and attitude to you – I really wish and pray that whatever you become in life, whether a housewife or  a working professional, you will have enough time and energy and facilities and support system  in life which will enable you to become a loving, doting mother to your children – and let not even the  shadow of my irritability and rudeness touch you and your goodness .

 Once again forgive me my dear, I am guilty and this guilt kills me everyday – I pray for a day in my life When I can stop running this race and just relax by your side and love you to the hilt but I know by then it shall be too late, for you shall have moved out by then and would have grown wings and would have flew away to your own life, your own nest…. Forgive me…forgive me.

Dear Daughter….forgive me….

Monday, March 23, 2015

Book Review - 'Ramayana - The Game of Life : The Shattered Dreams'by Shubha Vilas.

I had signed up for the book review programme of blogadda many years back, but till now had got the opportunity to review only one book, so I was pretty excited when I recieved a mail from them for reviewing the book  'Ramayana - The Game of Life : The Shattered Dreams'by Shubha Vilas. So after their email started the waiting... I was over the moon to see a thick book with interesting cover.  I had also  learned by then that this book  is the sequel to the national bestseller, Rise of the Sun Prince, in the new spiritual and motivational series Ramayana - The Game of Life.  I had also read about the author and his profile as a motivational and spiritual speaker which kept me interested in this book.
Finally the book arrived and here I am writing it's review ...................

In this book  Shubha Vilas dwells on the story line of Ramayana and brings to the fore front how various incidents one after another, which were well orchestrated by Kaikeyi (Dasarathas’s most beloved queen) who in turn was instigated by her venomous and scheming dasi ‘Manthara’ to wipe off Rama so that Kaikeyi's son Bharat rules Ayodhya.   The beauty of the book lies in the fact that the author has gone to the depth of each instance in Lord Rama’s life and has tried to capture the essence / teachings which one can imbibe from these incidents.  The book can be seen as a Guru who is trying to teach the lessons that one need to learn from Ramayana, especially through the life of Rama.  This book tries to capture the very essence of various human emotions, various relationships and how these dynamics breaks or makes the characters of the entire epic drama.
 This book  has to be read with a kind of seriousness, it is not a light read by any chance, it is a sincere attempt by the author to shed light on the characters and thus benefit the reader by the detailed analysis and conclusions on the drama that unfolds.
To conclude we can very well say that this book  is about Lord Rama’s unflinching loyalty towards his duty as a son, it is also about the tremendous courage shown by Sita Devi in the midst of a deep crisis, it is about the emotional turbulence which Dasaratha feels as a father and then how he ultimately crumbles and succumbs to the heavy blow of fate.

This book may not be having a new story or a new plot but it is definitely about the author  trying to make us understand one of  the greatest epic of India in detail and with lot of sincerity and passion.

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Wednesday, March 18, 2015

My Marigold days !!!

I was always interested in gardening, I love nature, the small little intricacies of nature makes me happy.  The sight of a butterfly circling the beautiful flowers in a park, the fragrance of freshly cut grass makes me nostalgic.  Given this love of nature I had always wanted  a little kitchen garden of my own and has imagined myself  tending to my fresh vegetables, plucking them and making myself proud by cooking garden fresh vegetables for my family, also I always wanted  a section of my garden having fragrant and colourful flowers, happy and smiling. But due to space constraints I was never able to turn this into a reality, then me and my husband thought why wait for the backyard garden, let us make it in the flower pots, let us arrange a few of these plant at the corner of our balcony which has good space.

So the pots were bought and arranged, we experimented with a few Tulsi plants which disappointed us at first but then it bloomed, we planted  a curry leave plant (like every south Indian house hold J) but all this was done by my husband, I had not planted anything till date and was itching to do my bit of gardening. 

One day I took out the marigold flowers from the marigold garland which we had bought for some pooja occasion, the flowers were given a rough shredding by the hand and I put it in the pot and were watered diligently,  I did not even have any idea if this was the correct way to plant marigold, but voila! After a few days I saw little green shoots in the flower pot.  Every day I looked at them, waited for them to grow, then further waited for them to bloom, I was ecstatic to see the buds, there were so many buds, every day  (after  office ) reaching home in the evening  the first thing I did was looking at my marigold plant… finally my wait was over and two of my marigold flowers bloomed yesterday, they are beauties isn’t it?  I am so proud of them, they are my first fruits …er… sorry flowers of labour.. there are another 10 beautiful buds waiting to bloom as well.....

Now I am waiting for my tomato plants, which are really tiny now, to bloom and then I shall be harvesting  my first fruits of labour as well….. ;)


Here are my beauties - sorry for the pic quality.. they are brighter and much more beautiful than that.....

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Monday, February 9, 2015

Yonder

Soft green ripples

Shiny, shimmery  river

Circles upon circles

Glimmering little shells

On the sands brown and bare

Half moons merging into full luminous ones

Yellow leaves floating atop

Greens lingering along the shore

Long beaked boat sauntered about

Some hopes hung in the air

Waiting to dissipate at the drop of a tear

Longing to glimpse the reclusive smile,

so Yonder,

Yet so near……….