Unveiling the romance

Posted: August 9, 2016 in Writing

Love stories always thrill me, whether watching a typical Bollywood movie or reading some romantic fictions, it’s always staggering to hear, read and see the romance unveil. When we hear the word love, the first thing that comes in our mind is the immense love of Laila-Majnu, Heer-Ranjha or shirin-Farhad, having gone through so many hardships, they proved the world that love has no boundaries and it just connects irrespective of the limitations set by the so-called society and love has the power to fight all odds and that’s why love, they say, is divine.

Talking about love is one thing and watching one unravel is altogether different. And today I would like to share the beautiful love story of one of my friends.

Neha is my childhood friend. Right from nursery till college we were BFFs, until she got married to her childhood sweetheart, which I knew all along. But what thrills me is her story and how they got through all the hardships and finally got together. So Sunil was her childhood best friend, but due to some circumstances they had to bid farewell, they were too small to comprehend, but their families had a feud which eventually led them to leave the place. Neha was 8 at that time and Sunil was 12. So after 12 yrs, as fate had decided, they came face to face not knowing that they were childhood friends.

It was her first company. Sunil was her manager. The name did alarm her, but she brushed the , thinking that it’s a common name and he is not the one she has been looking for. Sunil too felt that Neha resembled someone but couldn’t just point out whom. But he was quite friendly and cool manager. Meeting Sunil, she had a feeling of satisfaction which all along was missing in her life, like a lost puzzle. They both felt the chemistry instantly. After few months, during a team outing, when they actually had a personal chat, they came to know that they are the lost friends and their happiness knew no bounds.

And finally Sunil proposed her one day, but the catch here was their families.

They started dating and during one of those dates, Sunil actually told about the feud that their families had. Apparently, it was due to some business dealings their families were in partnership and they faced a huge loss, due to which Sunil’s mother had a heart attack and she was bed -ridden for couple of months until she died. And they got a reason to blame Neha’s father for the same, Typical Bollywood story.

Eventually, they decided to break the news to their families about their relationship. Neha called me all nervous and she told me to stay beside her, and I promised to do the same. So we actually went to Neha’s place and after some casual talks, Neha told her mother about Sunil. Her mother was flabbergasted and was too scared that Uncle will be furious and as anticipated; he was burning red with anger. Lots of shouting and crying happened that day, I still remember it. Uncle actually told Neha that Sunil’s father sent a court notice to return all the money to him, though they were in partnership, he gave wrong evidence showing Uncle as a defaulter, and since then he is trying to pay for the loss.

Neha, the other day confronted Sunil about this and he confirmed that his Dad did this, and he is paying for his deeds, as Karma is a bitch. His dad had paralytic attack few years back and is bed-ridden since then. So finally, Neha and her family went to meet his Dad tagging me along. And as soon as Sunil introduced them, tears were flowing down his cheek, and I could actually see that he was guilty of his deeds. He couldn’t say anything but just folded his hands asking for forgiveness. Neha’s dad too felt bad for him and hugged him and forgave him for what he did.

I actually experienced a 3 hours movie that day unveiling the romance, the drama, the guilt and finally the conclusion. Finally, they are married and happy. I still talk to her not frequently though but whenever we get time, and they really are the typical love -struck couple.

This post was written for the ‘The first real love story I watched unfold’ blogging contest by http://www.bonobology.com/ and http://writersmelon.com/

 

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My dream trails to the wonderland

Posted: August 1, 2016 in Writing

I am blogging about my dreams and passions for the Club Mahindra #DreamTrails activity at BlogAdda. You can get a Club Mahindra Membership to own your holidays!

Who doesn’t love travelling? I guess everyone does, but there are people like me, who literally dream of places to visit. Well I have a long list of places to visit, only if I had enough money, I would definitely not be a person staying at one place for long. Some people have a passion for travel, to experience the cultural history attached to those places, while some just travel to enjoy the nature and the wildlife, others travel to experience the vast cuisines and delicacies which best describe the place.

For me it has always been nature. History is something which I have always been away from since childhood; However, I do like to explore the exotic cuisine which the place offers. But nature is something which I usually keep in mind while planning my travel.

Nature, they say, keeps you closer to your heart and soul. . That is why whenever we find time; we prefer a getaway to places close to the nature. To hear the birds chirping, and listening to the soothing music coming from the cool breeze and the sound of the Ocean humming from far behind. And it feels to take asylum here forever, away from the hush bush traffic of the city and the pollution which is the main cause of most of the diseases.

Have you ever seen a wonderland, like really, those mentioned in the fairytale? Well! I love to visit some if there are any, like the castles shown in the books. Nevertheless the secret to a happy and long life lies in the happiness you seek and I seek happiness around nature. Coming to my dream trails, well! The list is endless, but there are some which if I get a chance to visit, will be the first in the wish list:

  1. The Aurora Borealis: The northern lights or aurora Borealis has always been in my mind ever since I came to know about it, which, to be frank, is not long back. And I have always googled about when is the best time to visit places where I can experience this beauty first hand. Camping under the sky, watching the stars and then Boom! An Aurora borealis occurs. Wow! That would be a sight to view ones in a lifetime.

  1. Salar De Uyuni: As it is called the world’s largest mirrors in the world. I just happen to read about this a couple of days back in the internet (As I told you, I keep searching for places which are close to nature), and I instantly added it in my wish list. Located in southwest Bolivia, covered with salt crust and with an amazing flatness, clear skies, and when covered with water, it makes the largest mirrors in the world. It looks like a dream world, or as if you are in a real world heaven. Watching the night sky would definitely be a sight to experience.

  1. Dudhsagar falls: located in the border of the Indian states Karnataka and Goa, this sure is a place I would love to visit. Travelling by train you can actually see the falls and you can stop at the nearest station and walk for some time to reach to this place, but it’s worth every step that you walk. The sound of the waterfall in the midst of the forest, is so soothing.

 

 

As I said, the list is endless and I just can’t pen down all of them. But all I dream is to sleep under the sky, watch the night sky, and explore every bit of the nature during the day and capture the moment in the camera. I wish I could make my dream come true some day. the World is vast and so is the beauty attached to it, and I wish I could explore every bit of it and stay happy forever.

The growth matters

Posted: July 6, 2016 in Writing

In today’s day and age, where there is prodigious competition among children across all age group, there is an altogether different concern for the parents and that is the growth of the children. Part of which is due to the constant comparison of kids among the co-parents. But as the doctors also say, all kids act and behave different and so does their growth chart. However, it does concern the parents if the kids lag behind in height and weight. And so they try to do everything possible to catch up with other kids. I recently almost had a panic attack myself.

My daughter is almost 2 yrs old, and her food tantrums have started already. Being a pure vegetarian, I constantly have to think about giving her the necessary proteins, which she refuses to take. And finally, I literally have to give up on her because I can’t force anything on her, even if it is milk.

Ever since, I started giving her semi solids, I have never ever focused on forcing foods on her, tried different things, failed on some, she liked some initially, and then I would try something different. So it has been a roller coaster ride, always on the run to keep her healthy and feed something tasty. And she was never a fussy eater until recently though.  But again, the concern has always been there that am I giving her the right food and right quantity. But all the while, I am concerned about one thing, that she doesn’t eat daal and vegetables at all, which provides her the necessary proteins. So you would ask me what she eats. Well! That’s the issue and so I try to add the veggies in the form of stuffed paratha or pulao or khichdi.

Few days ago, she had high fever and after she recovered from that which lasted for almost a week, she lost weight and she stopped eating and drinking anything, and that’s when I started panicking. Milk was something she loved and she refused to even drink milk and she would cry with the mention of food. I was really really worried. Having said that, she was active and playing and would not demand food too which kind of surprised me. SO I tried to add some flavor in milk so that she would at least drink her regular portion of milk. And when I asked the doctor, she said as long as she is active, nothing to worry.

But I just can’t give up, she has to get some proteins and vitamins  in some form and So after consulting some co-parents and researching a lot , I decided to add Horlicks in the milk and try, initially she refused that too, but later as she got the taste, she started having it. And now she would demand for milk, which I happily oblige to give. However, her food tantrums are still the same, but I guess it’s the growth spurt and eventfully she will give in. And as long as she is having milk added with Horlicks, my major concern is on rest.

But the growth spree is ongoing and it won’t stop till the end. My mom is concerned even now about my health and would panic if I don’t eat properly, Can’t blame her though, as I am having a firsthand experience myself.

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In today’s day and age, situations have changed and a couple works together understanding their needs and supporting each other in good times or bad. Gone are the days when men just used to sit on the couch doing nothing and women had to struggle their butt out meeting everyone’s expectations, cooking, doing the laundry, cleaning the house etc. Or has it? Well! this one incident opened my eyes on how backward we are still when it comes to the mentality of some people.

Nina is one of my close friends. She is married for 6 yrs now and has a small kid. They struggled a lot financially and personally to have a kid, and after 6 yrs of marriage, they were blessed with a baby girl. And because they spent a lot on this conception, pregnancy and baby, Nina decided to support her husband financially. So she applied for a job and got an offer instantly. Taking care of the baby was a problem, so she called upon her in-laws, who were eager to come and ready to take care of their granddaughter, More so because of the income coming from their daughter in law, they accepted to take care of their granddaughter.

Now this is a typical saas bahu wala ghar. Every day Nina had to wake up early, and then prepare breakfast and lunch for everyone, feed the baby, clean the house, and then leave for office, hardly getting time to have her breakfast. And then once back home, she again had to prepare dinner, feed the baby, wait for everyone to finish their dinner and then she would eat. During the weekends, while everyone relaxed, she would have double work of doing the laundry whole day, other work. So basically, she would not get a single helping hand from anyone. Her husband used to feel bad and tried helping her on occasions, but her mom in law would never allow him and would say men shouldn’t do household chores.

And one fine day, I went to visit her, she looked weak and tired, I asked her and she told me she was too tired doing all the work alone without any help. I really felt bad for her. Her mother in law called up for her, and she just ran to her, I thought this is it, I can’t take it anymore, she is like my sister and I can’t see her suffering, and so I confronted her mother in law in front of everyone. “In one hand you want your daughter in law to help your son financially by working herself and on the other hand, you can’t see your son help her, what kind of hypocrisy is this? With people having your kind of mentality, our society is so backward and you don’t deserve an iota of respect.” She just didn’t say a word, but Nina’s husband also tried to explain his mother to help her and let him do so too and share the load.

Post this incident, I swore to myself that come what may, I will never let my kids imbibe this kind of culture in their life and we have to teach the kids to help in small chores right from the beginning whether boy or girl. So, this is a call to everyone, come pass the values of sharing the load to the next generation as I did.

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

Change is good

Posted: May 8, 2016 in Writing

“I’m writing about my wonderful journey of pregnancy for the #YummyMummy blogging activity at BlogAdda in association with Marico Bio Oil.”

The Mother’s Day reminds me of my journey to motherhood. Every single day was a wonderful journey leading towards an even wonderful experience. It feels just yesterday that my little angle came into our life, but time flies and it’s been almost 2 years but life has been exciting since.

Pregnancy brings in many changes in a woman emotionally as well as physically. It’s a beautiful metamorphosis for a woman, a change which reminds her of her journey of motherhood. However, it also comes with an ugly side, which is the physical changes but that is what motherhood is all about, to shed the inhibitions and enjoy every moment of your pregnancy and post pregnancy.

Going back to the memory lane, I Reminisce my beautiful journey towards motherhood 2 years back, and it brings a smile on my face. Ever since my pregnancy got confirmed, I was on Cloudnine, at the same time, I had my jitters because of my previous failed pregnancy. But that didn’t let me stop enjoying every moment. I ate whatever I wanted without any inhibitions. This is the time to get pampered from everyone. We made sure that the baby is born in the best of hospitals and under the care of the best doctors in Bangalore, I am sure all parents does that. Experiencing the kicks was bliss. I remember, my baby used to kick me hard when she would be hungry or during the nights when she would be super active and it was an awesome experience, when we used to talk to her or touch the tummy, she would kick back hard. OMG! I can’t believe I am laughing reminiscing about that.

The carvings were weird, but then as I said, this is the time to get pampered, so utilize it to the core. Going out shopping for the both of us, eating junkie, which, By the way was a strict no, but I had a cravings for only those. Now that’s why my baby is a junkie eater herself.

However, it’s not always flowers and petals, I did experience some hormonal changes which were like painful, but it didn’t stop me from enjoying my journey. I knew that my body is going through a big change, and the mark will be there forever, but Mothers don’t care, this is the time when beauty doesn’t matter, what matters is the health of the baby and the beautiful experience they go through, which even if you tell yourself or to people around for some hundred times, the people might get bored, but you will always feel special and the memory so fresh in your mind and you will relive the journey once again.

Nowadays, moms -to -be are aware of their body changes post pregnancy and so they take care of their fitness, which is also good for the baby too, but I just didn’t care, and I think sometimes caring less helps, it helps you enjoy your life to the core and not being conscious about the changes, because this change is going to lead us to a beautiful journey ahead, that is called motherhood. So! To experience it, you have to shed the inhibitions and accept the change, because CHANGE IS GOOD!

 

My love for fiction

Posted: April 6, 2016 in Writing

When it comes to books, I m quite choosy, I look for a catchy title, and a great storyline, thriller combined with love story, with some twists here and there and a happy ending indeed. Basically I love fictions. Well! To tell you the truth, I was a completely different person some years back, and I used to hate books so much so that I had a personal hatred towards other geeky friends of mine. Dont know where this came from, but that was the truth. I used to hate when my friends used to talk about books and authors and used those highly professional vocabulary which a normal person like me could never understand. I used to feel, they are showing off and so I started ignoring these kinds of friends. But the problem was in me and not them. I still don’t know the reason, why I was so indifferent, but later I changed and for good.

I still remember, my very first book was of Sydney Sheldon, “If tomorrow comes” and that’s when I became a Sydney Sheldon book reader. And this very book too, I happen to start reading accidently, and I realized, books aren’t so bad and they aren’t our enemies either. Rather they are our best friends and a best way to pass time. Not that I am a complete bibliophile. But I do love reading whenever I get time.

It was a long train journey from Bangalore to my home town Jabalpur. Almost 2 days trip and I had my Mp3 player loaded with all the songs, latest, old, English, Rock, rap etc. I bought 3 magazines and I thought it would last for the 2 day trip and without getting too bored I’ll reach Jabalpur. But I was wrong, I finished the  whole magazine in 2 hours and listening to songs continuously brought headache which was unbearable and only after having 2 cups of coffee, it subsided. Now I was left with no option at all. Talking to fellow passengers was a strict no, as instructed by one and all. But still I did struck a conversation, a brief one though. Just then, I saw one guy selling some books, and this book caught my eye, I thought I will give it a try, as I had to pass time anyhow. Looking at the title, I was curious what this is all about. And as I started reading it kept me engaged throughout the journey. The thrills, the romance, the twists, it kind of keeps the chord connected. And my journey ended smoothly. In fact it lasted till my return journey back to Bangalore. I was a bit slow reader back then…

Since then, I have read quite a lot of book and mind you all fiction. This is how my love for fiction started. And now when my friends talk about books and authors, it doesn’t seem Greek and Latin to me, like it was back then. And now I have a long way to go, lot of books to read and let everyone know that books are indeed your best friend.

The good old days

Posted: March 17, 2016 in Writing

Festivals bring back the old memories afresh. With holi just round the corner, it takes me back to the memory lane. I reminisce; holi those days was so much fun. Buying colors and pichkaris days before, helping mom on the sweets and savouries she used to prepare and the smell of Desi Ghee, filled the whole house, and the whole atmosphere would be merry and the revelry of the festival would be grand.

March was the time of final exams, and we would literally hope that either our exams should get over before holi or we should have enough days to prepare post holi, coz we can’t miss the celebration at any cost. Exams or no exams our excitement would be the same. And people would judge our holi by the number of days the colour remained on our skin, “Lagta hai bahut Holi kheli rang abhi tak Gaya nahi” and we would proudly smile back.

On the day, we would usually be up early which was very unlikely on other days, and we would wear our favourite old dress, keep our colors ready, a bucket full of water, fill our pichkaris with colour water, and keep the water balloons ready. And just wait for our friends. While my dad used to get ready to go to his friends’ house and later all the uncles and their family would come to play Holi with us. And when those aunties used to colour my mom, they were icky, and I used to cry saying, “meri mummy ko kuch mat lagao”. And once they are gone, I would hold my mom and cry and she would be as normal as earlier. I would think, I will take care of those aunties next year and colour their kids like hell… But all in all the whole day would be super busy and super fun, The whole day we would just gorge on sweets savouries and the sumptuous lunch my mom used to prepare. It would be so much fun. And then end of the day we would sit on the terrace, applying oil and trying to remove all the colors. But it would take days for the colour to evanesce completely.

A festival of colours as they rightly call it, it fills our life with colors, and with love. But now the meaning of Holi has changed completely, living in north India where it is celebrated to the fullest, I have settled to South, a place where there is no fun this day. Initially, it was a culture shock for me, for I hardly see people on the roads on this day, while back home, the whole road would be full of people dancing, colouring each other, having fun.

But I don’t want my daughter to see this part of the festival, I want her to know the true meaning and have the real fun which we used to have back then. I can’t bring the good old days back, but I sure can bring the old fun back, with a little change here and there. With water scarcity everywhere, just a dry holi too would be fun. The intent is to celebrate the festival of colour and love and let the coming generation know the true meaning of this festival and the fun of celebrating a festival with friends and family…

I’m pledging to #KhulKeKheloHoli this year by sharing my Holi memories atBlogAdda in association with Parachute Advanced.”