Thursday, 9 July 2015

Healthy Lifestyle is equal to Happiness

With fast food chains operating at every nook and corner of the city, it has indeed become very difficult for us to resist our temptations and follow a healthy diet and we end up eating these calorie dense foods. A nutritious diet becomes very important in such a scenario.

A balanced healthy diet not only results in a healthy body but also results in a healthy mind. Eating well will help to prevent variety of diseases and ailments and helps to maintain a healthy body weight. This will promote a feeling of well-being and provides a lot of positive energy.

A nutritional diet requires eating of different wholesome foods to manage the vitamins, minerals, carbohydrate and other nutrients consumed so that the nutritional requirements of the body are met. Taking a balanced meal improves the immune system and makes it strong, which in turn helps in fighting a lot of diseases.

The nutritional needs of the body can be fulfilled by including a good supply of whole grains, vegetables and fruits, along with smaller portions of dairy, sea food and meat products. Eating nutritious food also lessens the craving for the not-so-healthy calorie dense foods which just expand our waistline, and are not healthy in the long run.

A healthy diet promotes a healthy lifestyle and is regarded as the best weapon against cardio-vascular diseases, as it helps in keeping both weight and blood pressure in control, which are the two most important risk factors for heart disease.

The most significant factor of having a nutritional and balanced meal is weight loss or maintenance. This is a very common cause of worry among all, be it youngsters, middle aged or old age people. Instead of shelling out oodles of money for the weight loss programs, you can invest the same money in eating healthy. This will prove beneficial for a longer term and will make you strong and healthy and increase your lifespan. It will have a positive effect on your overall personality as you will be less stressed, happier and will age better.

Gradual weight loss is always better than 'Crash Diets'. Most crash diets aren’t healthy and prove to be detrimental to your body. Some of the nutritional compromises you make while following a crash diet will disturb the body mechanism and will slow down the metabolism process. Thus, you burn fewer calories and have less energy to perform the routine tasks. You also miss out on some of the important nutrients your body needs for doing the usual chores.

Crash diets will make you crave for more food which results in you being hungry all the time making you cranky and irritable. In most of the crash diets, you not only lose fat but also lose out on muscles (lean tissue) as well which might prove to be very harmful later.

Researchers have proved that people who follow a crash diet by missing out food or greatly cutting down on their daily calories tend to put on weight quicker than those who follow a healthy, long-term diet plan.  Also, some crash diets are so restrictive that you might not have the willpower to stick to them.

Crash diets can be quick-fix, but they come with dangerous and lasting negative health effects, whereas, following a healthy nutritional balanced diet will have only positive impact in your life.
  
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Thursday, 11 June 2015

Grandma’s (Nanimaa Ke Nuskhe) Natural Secrets for Glowing Skin

#ComeCloser to Radiant Skin

In this present age of cosmetology and all the other harmful chemical products for your skin, there are only quite a few products that actually do not cause any harm to your skin. Nevertheless, I have always wondered about how people of the earlier generation used to maintain their skin.  They did not have any of the hi-fi products we use. All they had were some natural products at home, which would come to their rescue when they would face any skin problems. Yet, their skin was so smooth and radiant. HOW?? This was the question I always used to ask my paternal grandma as she had a clear and healthy skin.

Though she was in her early 80’s, her skin did not have much wrinkles and it had a healthy glow. She would blush if anybody complimented her on her beauty. Her cheeks would turn pink. When asked, how she managed to maintain such a beautiful skin without going to the beauty parlour and having the regular facials done, she would just say I used to do natural facials at home.

When going out to a party or function, they depended on a very reliable source that is ‘VICCO Turmeric Cream’. Yes, you heard it right. This is the most trusted ayurvedic brand till date and has amazing effects on the skin and leaves it healthy and glowing. It is my favorite cream till date.

Coming back to the natural skin care tips, which were passed on to me by my Grandmom. The reason being, as a teen, I had massive breakouts and my constant picking and poking of the boils on my skin, made them worse and they would leave scars on my skin. This distressed me to no end.  That’s when my grandma started sharing her beauty tips with me, so that I could pass it on to our next generations and the pearls of wisdom for beautiful skin would continue to remain in our family.

Here are 10 best natural tips which she passed on to me and I continue using them till date.

1.       Besan - Wash your face regularly with water and Besan (Chickpea powder) so that the dirt and oil is kept at bay. This will lessen the pimple breakouts.

2.       Sandalwood – Mix 1 tsp of sandalwood powder with 2 or 3 drops of rose water and apply this pack daily on the pimple prone area to reduce pimple/acne and to get a glowing and even tone. This pack helps in lightening dark spots.

3.       Honey and Turmeric – These are the best natural products which we can find almost in every home. Turmeric acts as an antiseptic and prevents the spread of bacteria and honey cleanses the skin and provides a natural glow.

4.       Tomato Juice - Cut a tomato into half.  Apply the juicy area of the tomato on the pimples. Hold it for two to three minutes and repeat the same after five minutes. Do this twice a day for three to four days to effectively remove pimples.

5.       Egg white face mask - Just take the egg white from an egg and apply it generously to the affected areas of your face and skin. This is a natural skin tightening agent and will prevent wrinkles.

6.       Lemon Juice – Cut lemon into half and dip it into honey. This will serve as a natural exfoliating agent and will prevent blackheads on the skin.

7.       Raw Milk: Raw or un-boiled milk is the best way to get soft and supple skin. Apply it all over your face and leave it for 10 mins. This serves an anti-tan and helps to remove the skin tan easily.

8.       Curd – Add a few drops of lemon to curd and apply it all over your face for a fair and glowing skin.

9.       Get Adequate Rest and Sleep – This is the most important health tip as adequate rest and sleep are important aspects for fresh and supple skin.

10.   Drink lots of water – Finally, this is the best and the easiest beauty tip, as drinking lots of water will help keep your skin hydrated and this will avoid most of the skin problems.

The above tips have been tried and tested and have brought wonderful results to my skin.  Apply them regularly to see the results. The best part of using natural products is that they do not have any side-effects and constant use will only improve the skin and not cause any damage to the skin.
So go ahead and try these tips for a younger and beautiful looking skin.

PS: To know other secrets of healthy looking skin, do visit http://www.viccolabs.com/product-turmeric-cream-with-foam-base.php - Vicco Turmeric Cream.


Monday, 25 May 2015

Birthday wishes to my dearest sister

Dear Baaji,

On this day as you celebrate your birthday, I felt that it’s a perfect time to tell you how much I love you. (You know am bad at expressing in person!!).

I just wanted to thank you for all the love and support you have been ushering throughout the years on your two lil sisters. Thank you for being so patient with me and to show me by example how to be a better person. I want to tell you I’ll love and admire you all my life as you are a very special person to me.

I want to say through this note, how much your presence has meant in my life, as I have always looked up to you for everything. You were and are still like a second mom to me, and now to my sonnie. You have been a perfect mom to him as well, filling my absence with your warmth of your love and care. I owe you my life.

Over the years, my love for you has kept on increasing with each passing day. And no wonder, my son is so much in love with you. You are truly an amazing aunt cum mom to him too. Words are not enough to express how amazing I feel have you as my elder sis. I can never thank the Almighty enough for this favour.

Thank you so much Baaji for everything you gave me, the little and big sacrifices you made for me. You are the greatest; I can never forget the great times we spend together and every day that we enjoy together. The late night chats, gossips, the giggling and imitating of people and what not. The list is endless. Thank you for patiently listening to my rants and vents.

Whenever I needed you, you were always there for me, fully willing to support me through thick and thin. You are my best friend and confidante. And probably that is the reason my life has been an easy go most of the times.

I pray to God to bless you with good health and spirit so we can enjoy for many more years an unforgettable day like this. Even though we have our different lives, the sisterly love lasts in our hearts which will be an eternal bond in every circumstance of our lives.

May happiness reign in your heart always. May you get whatever you have wished for in your life.

And last but not the least, I want to you to know how much I love you, how much I look up to and respect you and how I can’t imagine my life without you in it. Not even for a second.

You deserve all the happiness and much more in life.

Love you loads.

Your lil sis.

Tuesday, 12 May 2015

My Little Plum's First Day at School

I was very restless throughout the night with a hundred questions running in my mind, dreaming of teachers, schools, books etc. I turned and tossed on the bed yet could not sleep. The alarm went buzz and I woke up with a start to see that it was already 6.00 am in the morning. School re-opens....Yes!! for my dearest little son. He is setting his feet into the Playgroup wing. I immediately closed my eyes and offered my prayers and thank you to God for a new day and then looked at my little bundle of joy, who was sleeping next to me peacefully without any of these worries.

I was just thinking of a list of tasks I need to accomplish to make him ready to school, though the preparation had been done the previous day itself. But before that I have to complete my tasks so that I can get him ready on time. I planned to take a shower, thinking that the poor baby, in fact babies (including hubby) will get a few more minutes to sleep. The mother in me was not allowing me to disturb my son’s sleep. I saw my dearest hubby looking at me from the corner of his eyes and I happily designated the task of bathing our son to him. The innocent yet a sad ‘YES’ from him was worth watching. Finally, my rock star got ready by 8.30 am after a lot of coaxing and running around.

Both I and hubby prayed together for our son’s success as our son was setting his first foot in the wide world of knowledge. From this day starts his ‘journey of education’, exclaimed the proud father. We clicked a few photographs and took him to his grandparent’s place where his uncle and aunt and sister were waiting to accompany him to school. The best part is his cousin sister (my niece) is in the same class as his, and my little princess also starts her journey of education.

Both of them were happy looking at each other all dressed up and were ready to go to school. Both the kiddos received blessings from their grandparents. We left home and reached school on time. The school was decorated and there were a lot of parents standing outside the gate peeping in to get a view of their little ones. I could relate with each one of them, after all we all were sailing in the same boat.

I could hear some kids crying. My heart was pounding fast. I looked at my son who was admiring the decoration around him and my tension was put to rest. I handed over my son to the teacher, all the while whispering silent prayers in my heart and blessing my son to get all the happiness in this world. Tears were battling their way out through my eyes but I had to hide them to avoid embarrassment. Both my son and niece went inside their classrooms without any fuss. I could sense that my husband too was a bit upset. But was hiding it gracefully and happily clicking pictures. This was one of the best days of our lives.

No wonder they refer the kid’s first day at school as 'umbilical cord cut for the second time'!!

This memory is still fresh in my mind and will remain so, forever!!

PS: “I am sharing my #MemoriesOfMotherhood with Bio Oil and BlogAdda. This Mother’s Day check out the Yummy Mummy calendar and  make a similar calendar of your own using the Bio Oil App.

Friday, 8 May 2015

A life lesson well taught...

“The hand that rocks the cradle moves the world”.

This proverb covers the entire gist of how important a mother’s role is in the life of a child. Mother is the first teacher. She spends her maximum time with the child. The moment the child is placed in her arms, the child becomes the center of her world. All her activities are surrounded around the child; her schedules, tasks, and even a good sleep.

Since, the child is with the mother most of the time, the child follows her actions and it is a good opportunity for her to create a lasting impression in her child’s mind. So many famous personalities like the great scientist Thomas Edison and the great warrior Sivaji were inspired by their mothers to become what they were. And rest is history, as we all know.  Mother has the power to shape the present and future of her child.

From teaching the first letter to the child to making the child learn basic things, holding the finger to give support to the shaky legs and instilling confidence in the child to walk. Name it, and the mother is the teacher for all the life skills we learn. Most often, we underestimate these basic lessons, but if we observe closely our life would have been nothing without it. The child sees the world through the mother’s eyes. She plays a critical role in the child’s understanding of the environment and surroundings.

There is another famous saying which comes to mind which i can't stop mentioning. The saying goes like this ‘God could not be everywhere, therefore he made mothers’. All the religious scriptures elaborate much on the reverence and status of a mother. Imagine, who else could patiently wait for 9 months and bear all the hardships, lose out on shape, sleep, appetite, and not to forget the excruciating pain she undergoes during the labor. It is only the mother. Even after going through so much pain, her child is her most prized possession. Such is the amazing relationship of a mother and her child.

From the time of birth, the mother creates a permanent impression on the child. If she instills positivity and honesty, the child develops an optimistic view and learns to lead life in a positive and honest way and vice versa. Nobody can deny the role a mother plays in her child’s life.

This makes me recall an incident from my childhood when i was around 10 years. There were some guests invited for dinner and mom had done a lot of grocery shopping to make something special for the guests. The grocery included a vinegar bottle which was packaged in glass container. I entered the kitchen to drink water and out of curiosity was looking at the bottle. As luck would have it, I dropped the bottle of vinegar in the kitchen and did not know what to do. My head was spinning. I had multiple thoughts running in my mind as I knew that confessing the crime would actually incur the anger of my mother and she would treat me with a long lecture of how I was irresponsible and did not care for her. Sigh! Not to forget the emotional melodrama that would follow. I was also thinking of the possibility of getting a whack or even worse a slap, as my mother had been running around gathering things for the dinner and she was not in her usual patient mode.

I was in a fix. I just picked up the glass pieces and in the process hurt myself. But I did not have the time to indulge in self-pity. I could do that later too after finishing the job in hand. I took a kitchen cloth and carefully wiped away the vinegar so that no traces or evidence of my crime is left back. I looked around to make sure that nobody had seen me and I gave a pat on my back that I had accomplished my mission successfully. The day continued as usual. My mother went to the kitchen and started her preparations. And the unfortunate time (for me) arrived for her to use the vinegar. She realized that it wasn’t there. I was standing there as she searched around for the bottle. She didn’t get it. She thought for a while and guessed that she must have missed it while bringing the groceries. But, later she realized that she had kept it separately on the counter to prevent it from falling. She turned towards me and enquired, since I was the only one present at home that time. With a puppy face, I denied and refused to own up my crime.

My mother told me ‘Accepting mistakes and being honest is an attribute of the strong people’. She left me at that. I was standing at the same place. The words echoed in my mind. The voices in my head were telling me not to confess and make a fool of myself as I would face double insult, since I had denied earlier. But my mom’s words kept on ringing in my ears. After battling with my inner voices for a while, I decided that I was not a coward, and if I had committed a mistake I should be brave enough to accept the mistake and apologize. I wanted to show that I am strong and not a coward. Finally, with tears filled in my eyes I stammered and confessed my crime. To my surprise, my mom hugged me and told me that she knew that I had done it as she could hear the sound of the bottle breaking. She also saw the small injury i had inflicted upon myself while picking up the glass pieces. She started nursing my wound. I was shocked at this revelation. I stood there still. She continued talking and told me that she was testing me and just wanted to see if I would be honest and own up my mistake. The intenstity of my tears became double. I hugged her tightly to let go my guilt. This lesson in life has remained fresh in my memory.

This incident has helped me become a better person. Many times though, I have paid a huge price for being honest. However, I don’t have any regrets as it has made me stronger to face my fears and has given me inner peace and satisfaction.

Thanks Ma for everything! Words are not enough to express how amazing I feel to be your daughter. Love you loads.


 PS: I am writing a letter about how a mother teaches honesty to her child with the Max Life Insurance i-genius #YoursHonestly activity in association with BlogAdda.

Wednesday, 6 May 2015

My Father, My Hero!!

‘Every woman may not be a queen to her husband, but she is always a princess to her father’ – Anonymous.

Indeed, the above quote is so true. Every father treats his daughter like a princess. No matter how hard his life has been, he vows to make his daughters life easy. He always makes sure that his daughter gets the best of everything.

My father is my hero (holds true for every girl who has a doting father). He has influenced my life, in every sense. He has protected me like how a pearl is inside its shell. My father is my shell. He is my go-to-person for every problem I faced. He provided me solution within minutes. He brings a smile on my face in no time. Whenever I look at him, I feel a sense of pride surging within me. I thank the Almighty for giving me such a wonderful gift.

His hardworking and patient nature, his disciplined mannerism, his way of looking at things, caring about and helping people in need, every single thing he does is so meticulously thought upon and planned. I am in awe of how he does what he does. I will be more than happy if I can get somewhere close to what he is and fulfill my duties like he does.

He belonged to a remote village, where opportunities of studying were very less. Added to it, the burden of a big family was on his tender shoulders, owing to the fact that he was the elder of the siblings and his father had expired when my father was at a tender age.  These situations still did not deter his determination to reach his goals. He made sure that he went to the local government school in the mornings and worked hard in the evenings to fend for his family and to fund his education. Rest of my uncles decided to drop out of school owing to the poverty and circumstances. But my dad never gave up. He chose to work hard. His hard work and dedication brought him to the city of Bangalore where he continued pursuing his higher education through evening colleges, and worked in the day to meet the necessities. Indeed, he fulfilled his dreams through his will.

He has no regrets in life. He is so full of optimism. He never cribs for what he did not get or for what sacrifices he had to make in life. He made sure that all of his children went to the best schools and colleges, even though it meant that he had to work overtime and sacrifice his pleasures, which he could easily choose over our education. He never differentiated between a son and a daughter. In fact, he adores daughters more.

As the rule of nature, youth waves a goodbye and old age sets in. And so has it set in my father. Age has started to show its effects. I can’t believe that a man with so much strength and zeal is now weak and fragile. His jet black hairs have turned grey. A shoulder which was rock solid, is now stooping down.  Tears fill up my eyes, when I see his present state. Yet, with all this, he is still energetic and ever listening to all of us. He still pampers us the same way.  His love increases manifold with every passing hour. He is a role model for his grandkids too.  He is a pillar of support to them as well, like how he was for us years ago.

His sweet advices to take care of health, eat properly, drive safely, are still a routine even to this day and are music to my ears. I have no words to thank him and the Almighty for making this wonderful human being my ‘FATHER’.


With tear-filled eyes when I see his stature every day, a silent prayer always escapes through my lips ‘O God! Please restore his health, and fill his life with happiness, for he is the reason I am what I am’.

Tuesday, 14 April 2015

Traffic Jam - A Nightmare

Living in a city, like Bangalore, the words ‘Traffic Jam’ itself gives many of us a nightmare and sends cold shivers down the spine. In my opinion, these jams can actually be used as a tool to measure a person’s patience level. Sometimes, it is so worst that you feel like leaving your vehicle behind and just walking up to your destination. Sounds bizarre, isn’t it? But that’s how the traffic in Bangalore forces you to act. You are at your wits end when the vehicles refuse to move even an inch.
Adding to the agony, are timed signals. I always have a feeling that these signals are timed in such a way that the moment they see my vehicle approaching the crossing line, they turn red from green. I feel as if the red light is sarcastically giving me a smile of victory. Different signals at various junctions are timed differently. The least being 30 seconds, and the maximum is 130 seconds in certain big junctions.

As a routine, like every morning I was travelling to office in my two-wheeler and took the usual route. To my surprise, the usual silent lane had lots of vehicles lined up behind each other. I thought to myself, may be some big vehicle like a bus or truck has come in the wrong way and hence this commotion. Once the vehicle moves, everything will be fine. I was wrong. The traffic jam here was the result of a bigger jam in the junction ahead. Everybody was impatiently waiting to reach their destination. People had to reach office, some students were returning back home from their summer camps. In the midst of all this, I saw a lady who was asking every auto rickshaw to drop her to the main road junction. But, the snooty auto-drivers refused plainly, as they always do. The lady was worried. Atleast, her facial expression were such. I decided to help her. I went to her and told her that I was going towards the same route and would drop her where she wanted to. She thanked me and took the pillion seat. The traffic was stalled for around forty five minutes in the same signal. The lady was frantically making calls to many people. Though, she spoke in her mother tongue, I could make out that she was depressed. I asked her the reason of her worry, to see if I could help. She told me that her two kids were at school and the school would close at 11 AM. It was already 11 and she was stuck here in traffic, uncertain of when she would reach. Her kids were aged 4 and 5 years respectively. I could relate to her worry, but couldn’t do much as I was also stuck like her in traffic. She became more restless as each minute passed by. She did not have the class teacher’s number either. I was making a silent prayer in my heart for the traffic to get cleared so that the lady could reach her children. Finally, God seemed to hear my prayers and the traffic started moving slowly at a snail’s pace.

The lady got a call from her husband, who informed her that a bus had rammed into the compound wall of a military ground and hence, this entire commotion. She passed on the information to me. As the traffic started moving, we could see the collapsed wall and a fleet of traffic cops trying to manage traffic. There were news reporters getting a byte from the people who witnessed the incident. This added more to the already existing chaos. I heaved a sigh of relief and dropped the lady to her destination. She thanked me profusely. I told her to rush soon.  I reached office very late than the usual time.

Though, the traffic jam was horrible, I was not annoyed this time. The reason being, that I helped a mother reach her children. This feeling brought a sense of satisfaction in me. I knew that somewhere in her heart the lady would bless me. I was proud that I could bring a smile on a person’s face. The feeling lingered within me throughout the day and it was a happy day. Usually, traffic jams are a reason for grumpy feelings and frustration that spoil the day, but this time it was different and quite an unusual experience for me.


Thursday, 9 April 2015

Gestures Go a Long Way!!

Small gestures indeed go a long way. Recalling an incident from my newly married days, makes me fall in love with my DH again and again. It brings a broad smile on my face and I feel that the Dil ki Deal I made 5 years ago was the best after all. Among the several matches that my parents had sought for me, i chose my DH over everyone else. My heart took this decision of selecting my DH as my spouse, my soulmate. The incident i am going to narrate now always makes me feel that the DilKiDeal with my DH was indeed the right one!

We were newly married and were just settling in our new home. The house was not set up. The furniture and electronics were not set. Things were lying here and there. We had just returned from our honeymoon and I did not want to work. We were still basking in the honeymoon mood. We did not want to get to work and fix things as we were tired too. To top it all, there were dirty clothes strewn all around the house. Not to forget the fashion parade of wearing new clothes every day at our honeymoon, had only added to this pile! We did not have a maid even as we were new to the locality. We had to still figure out many things.

Now, there was this herculean task of washing clothes, which I had never done in my spinster days. There was always mom to take care of all this. I so missed her. However, I had no time to brood; I had to just think of a solution to solve this problem. I did not want to trouble DH, although he would have complied lovingly. The washing machine was standing there in the corner of the living room. We hadn’t even opened the packaging. So, unpacking it and calling the plumber and servicemen would take another two days. Not a good idea! I wanted to wash at least a pair or two of clothes immediately for use.

Finally, with a heavy heart I washed a pair of clothes, and my DH happened to see me doing that. He was not quite pleased with it, and offered to help, which I plainly refused. He tried convincing me to get it dry cleaned, to which I refused again. I was almost done with washing.

The next day I went to office and DH said he had a meeting and would go late to office. I left without him. As usual, I came back home in the evening and found my DH at home with toolbox and other things around. He had a bruise in his hand which he was trying to hide after seeing me. I was worried and asked if everything was alright. He assured me that everything is fine. I could see screws and other things on the floor and got perplexed. I went a little further and saw something and a silent tear escaped my eyes.

I saw that the washing machine was fixed and ready for use. For doing this, my DH had skipped office and he wanted to make sure that i dont do any more of washing, and wanted to get this fixed today. Since the servicemen refused to come that day, DH himself had fixed it. Even though he was not a pro at it, he had managed it successfully, just for my sake. Tears rolled down my cheeks, and I felt like heaven. Even though it was just a small gesture for him, it meant a lot to me. It meant the world to me. It meant that my life was secured with a person who would go the extra mile to care for me. That day I realized that indeed my Dil ki Deal with DH,was a blessing in my life.


“I am participating in the #DilKiDealOnSnapdealactivity at BlogAdda in association with SnapDeal.”

Expression of Love to my eldest son (on his birthday)

Dearest Nephew,
You've turned twelve years old. I can’t believe how fast time flies. I remember when your mom and dad told us that they were expecting you… how overjoyed everyone was when they heard the news. You are the first grandchild of our house. Do you realize how special that is? And how special you are? You are so loved by all of us, my little one. Yes, I refer to you as little one as no matter how tall you grow you will still be my little one.

You once asked me if I would write you the meaning of a NEPHEW; I can't, not with you in mind, as I have always considered you ‘MY’ son. I may not be your biological mom, but you’re the one who introduced me to the world of motherhood with your arrival into this world. You have always held a special place in my heart and mind, and will continue to do so regardless of the number of birthdays you celebrate.

Though I have a son of my own, remember that you will always be my eldest son and you are as close as HE is to me. The love which I got from you in return is priceless and you still continue to love me the most. I love it when you prefer me over everybody else in the family. Its divine and I feel complete. Playing the role of a moderator during your fights with your parents is very easy. All I have to do is take your side.

You have been special since the moment I knew you would be you. I remember my first glimpse of you: tears were not to be denied as I finally met the beautiful person I had begun to know, the perfectly formed body with the tiny but strong hands with fingers that curled not only around my fingers, but also around my heart. Those hands are much larger and stronger, but they have never loosened their grip on my heart.

No, I cannot write to you the meaning of a nephew; you have been and will continue to be my son. I have watched as you continued to grow in your new world. I watched in wonder as you became aware of surroundings, as you began to focus on what and who was in your world, watched as you were challenged by sights, sounds, and obstacles.

I was thrilled to see you begin to crawl, was more than anxious when you began to walk and had more than a few false starts, and was speechless as you began to communicate in your language as you tried to learn ours. The date of your birth: one of the most precious days of my life, a source of joy that continues to this day to add meaning to my life. I am filled with satisfaction as I see you maturing into a fine young man with the world at your doorstep.

The world you entered just a short twelve years ago will continue to be filled with challenges, opportunities, some good and some bad, but only you will learn which door to close and which to enter. Just as I know the sun shines brightly today, I know the clouds will come tomorrow, clouds of disappointment, frustration, and anger. You must remember these are only clouds and will not linger long before the sunshine of new growth and new boundaries will once again widen the world you entered at your birth.

Dream big and never say you cannot do something. Always believe in yourself and understand that you will fail. It does not matter that you fail, it only matters that you get up. Life is not about anything other than living it. Keep your eyes, heart and mind open to it.

You are a precious gift in my life and I love laughing and giggling with you. I love it when you share you secrets only with ‘ME’. I love when you tell me all kinds of wrestling statistics. I love when you make those goofy faces. I love you not based on your accomplishments. I love you for who you ARE. So just be ‘YOU’. Be brave. Be bold. Love deeply and dream big. You are worth it. And I am for you.

Always by your side and loving you,
Your Loving Aunt


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Wednesday, 8 April 2015

Double Standards

‘Double Standards’ is often associated with people who change rules according to their convenience and behave totally opposite in certain situations according to their own convenience. What is ‘Not Ok’ to them if others do it, is ‘OK if they themselves do it, for whatsoever reasons. The justification of why they did it the way they did, follows later. The justification part is just an activity to soothe their ego and to get rid of the guilt factor.

Why can’t people just mind their own business and not interfere in other’s personal lives? Before commenting on others, why can’t we just take a moment and take a glimpse of our inner selves. This will avoid much of the tensions and bitterness in relationships. When we see someone, not taking the usual way, the first thing we do is, do a postmortem of things and end up giving conclusions about the person’s character or background.

Is that necessary? Why can’t we just let go? Or rather why can’t we just put ourselves in that person’s shoes and think what the person might have gone through. Instead of being empathetic, we become mean and pass judgments. Incidentally, if the same situation occurs to us, we too behave in the same way as the other person, but we justify our doings with various reasons.  Why these 'double standards'?

Everyone has a reason for why they did what they did. Each one has a right on their life and can choose their own paths. If we can't support, then let's not atleast be a de-motivating factor in someone's life. We must ensure that our actions do not make life difficult for other people around us. Also, we should stop judging other people.Doing all this, will lead to a healthy and peaceful atmosphere and life becomes much easier for all of us!!

Friday, 20 March 2015

‘Ctrl+Z’ (Undo)

In life, at many instances we wish (at least I have wished) that we should have had a Ctrl+Z option just like the computer, pressing which all our previous actions or decisions which lead to our present worries and sorrows would vanish. All the tech savvy people would know what Ctrl+Z does, but for the benefit of others, let me elaborate. The ‘Ctrl+Z’ option is used to ‘UNDO’ the previous actions performed on a file/document.

Imagine this life of ours as a document, in which we keep entering data or information daily. Each page is a new day and everything we do gets recorded in there. Most of the times, we do or say things which shouldn’t have been said or done. But at the heat of the moment, we don’t tend to realize what we say or do. It’s only when our guilt strikes us, we realize that we have actually committed a blunder. But it’s too late. The harm has already been done.

One of the times I so wish to have an undo option in life, is when I‘ve said harsh things to my dear ones, whom I would never want to hurt, otherwise. But due to the high adrenaline rush, words just force themselves out. And lo! The opposite person is attacked with harshness and rudeness of words which strikes like lightning and shatters them.

When things cool down, the realization dawns that the shower of harsh words was not needed at all and the fight could have been much amicable. In the same way, there would be some incidents in our life, some decisions which landed us into trouble and are the cause of our worries, which we would want to ‘UNDO’.

So, next time we do something; let us just remember that there is no retake in life. A harsh word said is said, a wrong decision taken is taken. We can’t change the past, but we can strive and change the present and the future. Let’s just remind ourselves that there is no ‘UNDO’ option in our life. And the rest is taken care. Our document will be filled with lovely memories and decisions which are well thought upon!


#Undo,Decisions,Words,Pain,Sorrows

Thursday, 19 March 2015

Cricket – India’s Religion

It’s World Cup time. That time of the year when unknown people become known to each other only for one reason ‘Cricket’. If you happen to witness a crowd hooting and cheering, then be sure that the game of cricket is on.  Men of the house refuse to share the remote with their lady counterparts. This in no way implies that ladies are not interested in this game (At least am not!!). There are a selected few who are more interested than you’ll find most men. (I would like to call them specimens).

Coming back to cricket, The LCD placed in the office cafeteria has less or rather no viewers daily. The news channel is on flashing the breaking news (stale news) the whole day and people are least interested to even take a look at it. They are busy savoring their lunch and catching up on the latest gossip and sharing it with the team. Some are busy standing in a long queue in food counters to get the food they have ordered.

Most of them are busy fiddling with their mobiles, watsapping, facebooking and tweeting. Not denying the fact that there are few who really EAT their food the way it should be eaten. Without any distraction!

Today was an unusual day. I reached cafeteria with a bunch of friends, at our usual lunch time, 1 PM. There was a huge crowd assembled which reached the entrance door. It was as if the whole office had taken a vow to gather in the cafeteria. I was confused, perplexed. We could see people clapping, cheering with Ah’s and Ooooo’s. People in the back row jumping to catch a glimpse. Glimpse of what? I was not sure. People in the front moving forward to give way to the others. So much of unity! I was surprised.

One of my friend exclaimed ‘Hey it’s India V/s. Bangladesh today. That’s why this crowd’.
‘Oh’! I exclaimed.  What else could it be if not for a cricket match, which has brought the entire office to the same place without any announcements being made?

Usually, for other important meetings or town hall gatherings, multiple mails and announcements are made, still the attendance falls short. But, here they are today without any compulsion. That’s the power of cricket in our country. It unites people irrespective of gender, caste, creed, region and religion. We all become Indians and cheer for Team India.

Our only goal is to see Team India winning against its opponent team. We forget everything else, the project deadlines, tiff with the team mate, deliverables for the day and so on. We unite irrespective of all the differences. This unity was a rare sight to see. For a moment, I felt a sense of patriotism rushing inside me. However, the feeling subsided a moment later, when the crowd refused to give us way to reach the food counter. ‘Damn the cricket match!’ was my response.

Finally, we pleaded for people to move, as our stomachs were growling. We could no longer bear the hunger. Some people were kind enough to move, and some others were looking at us like we had committed a crime by disturbing them and asking them to move. When Team India finished batting, people started their batting. He he he.  I mean they started eating. And the never ending chatter started…..of how the player played and how he could have played better.


My inner voice shouted ‘Not again, not here please!! Y can’t people eat peacefully!” and we left the cafeteria not able to bear the postmortem/after effects of the match.

#Cricket,Cafetaria,Match

A Much awaited Beginning!!

Where do I start? What do I write? These are the questions which are swirling in my mind and doing cart wheels all around the place. Phew!! The whole idea of blogging has always fascinated me. Nevertheless, being the lazy cat as I am, I had never taken any initiative to start one. I always procrastinated doing this, God knows for what?

You must be wondering, what provoked me to start it now? Ahhh.....Good question.

I saw a few of my friends in office, all excited about submitting their blogs in a competition and winning it. There you go!! Something kicked me to start one this time. Their excitement actually pushed me (I forced myself literally) to start a blog so that I too can submit my blogs and do a happy dance just like they did and probably be a part of their discussions, the so called ‘blogging gang’ in office.

Frankly speaking, I am not much of a writer. I just pen down my thoughts (rather rants and vents) randomly on paper as and when I feel like doing it. I have a personal diary too (Ssshhh…it’s our little secret).But, writing a blog is altogether a different experience and am all set to experience it.

So all the best to me!! Here I go!!


#anewbeginning