The Balancing Act

I had been trying to bring my self to write the customary New Year post but after that very enjoyable, very challenging Blog Marathon I was sort of drained out.   Today I have dragged myself to this page. I am glad that this year has finally come to an end , this year started off damp and then kept on getting damper and damper both personally and professionally.   I do not even want to write down anything fearing that mere mention of these things would bring negativity. Right now I am in the thick of something like the famous ‘Waiting for Godot’, well it seems an unending wait but I am hopeful and shall remain so. I am thankful to God for all the blessings he has bestowed upon me and my family and I have only one wish for me and all of you who are reading this, to let 2017 be a year of love, hope, peace , good health and happiness.  With this noble thought and its resonating positivity I take your leave, to meet you next year, hopefully with lots of...

It feels so good to see the finishing line at last.  This Blog Marathon has been exhilarating, there were days when nothing came to the mind, I stared at the blank screen, but eventually the muse came around and the page was filled, oh yes sometimes only half filled, sometimes quarter and sometimes it did over flow.  Thank you Swarm for pushing all of us into this…it was worth it.    The feeling of achievement is great and this time there were so many of us encouraging each other, sometimes giving that much needed nudge and push to each other, I loved the team spirit and hand holding I got from so many of you this time. Thank you Deeps and Vincy   and lan too for dropping by. I got new blogger friends this time around like Scorpria , Shilpa garg , Anu …. Thank you so much for dropping by and giving your comments..and the pleasure is all mine on meeting you and getting to know you during this   blogathon.    Looking forward...

Don’t walk   tall, don’t   laugh loud, Use less words, make do with a nod. No venturing out, adjust inside. Your desires! better put aside. No extra food on your plate And that is not your slate! Do those dishes, that is your fate. Learn to cook, food good in taste. These words are still uttered, Curses for the girl child are still muttered. The day even the deepest, darkest nook and corner Of Bharat illuminates with love for the daughter, That day we shall revel together…… The victory of many sacrificed souls, we will gather. Till then, let us push a bit further… For a bit of space for the little girls,   in the lap of every father…..