Life is a precious gift from god which we generally not live fully; pondering over little things ignoring the happiness and contentment within us and in smallest things happening in our lives on daily basis... I will unfold the beauty of these things through my eyes and my pen.....bringing rays of hope, love and laughter in your world!!!!
Wednesday, 8 November 2017
Saturday, 11 July 2015
A baby brings along the completion of you as a human and as a mother; And suddenly the meaning of you as a human life changes all together with the sole purpose of existence zeroed on the little one who smells fresh every time you touch him, the touch of magnificence...The moment you hug or cuddle your bundle of joy, something takes birth within you and grows in leaps and bounds with the growth of your child. The moments you spent gazing at your child when he's sleeping of playing, the moments when you held his hand, the moments he touched you with his innocent touch and you felt on top of the world are all after effects of touch therapy which makes us feel better, perform better, understand better and even remember better!!!
As a mother, i was quite vigilant
Thursday, 9 July 2015
I still remember my alluring childhood days when we were too careless, too ignorant and too virginal to understand the intricacies of life...All we were aware of was play, food, sleep, study and Television in however order...hahaha!!! And i must not forget to mention, the television view was limited to Ramayana, Mahabharata and Jungle Book and that too on Sundays. My father was a disciplinarian and never allowed us to watch television or play beyond limits and we would only though undesirably follow his instructions; the only time we kept the rules at bay was his absence pataoing our mom but as all moms of those times (wink wink), my mom was too petrified of her husband although my father was a thorough gentleman but the discovery originated quite late when after my marriage, i started conversations with my father more frequently and more intimately. My grandmother would scare us kids saying "let your father come" to get all works done according to her wishes ranging from homework to switching off TV to helping in cleaning the house...as per my intelligence can detect and discover, with the birth of humanity on earth, the early Fathers were considered the terrorists of the house because their such images were build by the grand moms and grand grand moms and kids never ever got the chance to discover their fathers through their own eyes and wit.....In a nutshell, my father was considered the Amrish Puri of our house and we kids were too terrified to ask him any question out of curosity but he would occasionally make us kids sit with him and told us mythological stories or how festivals were celebrated in his time and what was the purpose of doing pooja in festivals....
On the contrary,
Since long, Cricket has a secular tradition with Indians. Everyone either a kid, adult or teenager, either old or young, either rich or poor, either Hindu Muslim Sikh, Christian, the love for cricket brings about a social change of unity and equality whenever the cricket fever gets on heads.The higher the intensity of the match, the higher the gripping moments; the more focused we become and stay glued to TV leaving our all pending works midway. Our attention span becomes almost nil for all our works except scores, hits and misses...
Our house is no exception
Wednesday, 8 July 2015
Have you ever wondered what on earth is the most dreaded thing for a human being is ??? Is it fear of death, loss of beloved, cheating from your love, heartbreak, any disaster,loss of beauty, loss of speech ...No!!! The greatest fear on this earth is abandonment. When you have everything except for the love and acceptance of society you live in, you break in many ways beyond repairs but the irony is that people near you fail to see it with their normal vision as it needs an extremely empathetic heart to see what is not visible to naked eyes...A ruptured heart needs
Friday, 3 July 2015
Stress has been a spoiler for many of us who hope to cope with it day after day but in vain and continue to share a companionship with this dreaded partner long long enough to give a percussion to not only our mental health but our external beauty as well inviting severe of health problems to us... I have been a live example of how stress ruins you and your internal piece and you seem to fight an perpetual battle within your mind and heart. A monologue always seem to fill you with clustered emotions and negativity where you don't foresee a way out and fight internally. You seem to divide in to two parts where the one is constantly revolting and the other one is always on the work allotted to it... I was obese since childhood so as a teenager, I had a strenuous time dealing severe depression which was a mixed result of nagging comments from family, relatives and friends that crept a feeling of incapability along with guilt and i found myself on the verge of self loathe and self depreciation. I was taking me as a useless and unwanted person who's just of no use to anyone ...
I started having hallucinations
Sunday, 28 June 2015
life is considered ecstasy for a kid who is blessed with loving and reverential parents . Though both the parents are equally amiable for a kid , on one hand mother is quite expressive of her love and her expectations from a child while on the other a father in many cases is not vocal for his dreams that he has espied ever since the child is born... Being a mother of two, i myself can say that dream bubble goes on escalation with the child growing up day by day. Though i am equally attached to both my parents but when i have to choose one, i am a bit partial towards my father. we both share a peculiar bond that however bad my surrounding or however big my problems are, i can undeniably count on my father to show me the beam. Being a brilliant