Waterfall of Words - Birthday Wish

Seriously,I cannot Swim. ...Seriously!!
No Seriously, It's sad that I really cannot swim..Really?!

You are an artist and mermaid by nature. I appreciate, you are a great swimmer too, a true Aquarius trait I guess. I thought you should know that I cannot swim. And right now being seven oceans in between its difficult to be on time. But I can write this and all, only for you! Love You!

“Happy Birthday (30th January) my sweet B-Buddy, Madhulika Garg! (Happy Now! I mentioned your name too, after all it is all for you)
Celebrating YOU!

Take my hand,
Hold on tight,
Down I fall,
Trusting, falling backwards!
Immersing waves of memories
Hope bounce exuberance
Don't let go,
Don't you dare even try!
In the darkness
And in the lonely nights
Hobble ebb and walk
Hold on tight
Show me the light
In your eyes
Light to light my way
I know no swimming
I got no fins
Paddle my life
You are my mermaid
Don't let me sink...
Pull me up with your hands
Take me deep
Into your world of ocean
Sapphire blue as sky
Teach me strokes butterfly
A pebble skipping, hurdles dropped
Full force reverberating echoing surface
Before sinking
Well spring of words
Surf surging survival
Swell on the surface of stream
Flowing, filling lines
Finding treble voice
In murmurs whispers musing
Tides and waves
Shades and images
Beyond the mirrors
Cleansing soul
Caring a pearl in heart core
Thirst to be quenched,
Cupped a cheers in joy
Spirit in few dew drops of desires
Floating over shallow fears
Dive deeper into dreams
I tried swimming once.
At least I tried.
I don’t know if it counts,
But if it hasn’t,
I can try back again
Kicking my legs up and down,
Syncing and making waves back forth and froth.
But I tried matching your wave-length
Slowing down and throwing off my rhythm
If it still not looks bright
What matters, at least I tried!
I wish my humble soul
Returns like a free bird
Chanting out for shower
Drizzle upon the shore
Sprinkle sweetness
Ahead the rocks placed right
Keeping you strong and rocking
Hours sitting would feel like a while
Marvel the milestones
Drenched in your handful of hue ideas
Feathers touching water
And then spreading
Smiles upon the water ripples
Get me back my wings
Waving in the wind, I wonder
I loved being with you
Under the ocean-bed
Carpeted with shells
Right now I rise high,
Teach me how to fly and sing
Sway in the breeze
Reaching the sky
Help me to try and glide..
After all, Grapes are sour,
The water for me was just too cold!

The picture is taken from the movie, 'Zindagi na milegi Dobara' featuring Katrina Kaif and Hrithik Roshan.

Written for dverse poets, a prompt for a spoken word poem.

• You might also love to watch this video below of scuba-diving!

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in the city of people

We celebrate chaos in every tiny move...

This post is written for the 'Set you on fire' contest conducted by Indiblogger with association of KFC that is "Describe an event where your sharp mind and fiery tongue got you out of a sticky situation." If you find this post interesting, please do leave your comments and you can also promote it on Indiblogger or share the link on Facebook or Twitter.

CCouple of week back I was travelling in the bus, a local bus in the city Bangalore, back to home from work place.
I was terribly tired and so drained. I got into bus and searched a seat basically a seat reserved for the women. Unfortunately I was late and all the seats were filled. Soon I noticed an empty seat just behind the women seat. Yet it wasn't retained for women. I sat there and kept my heavy pullover bag on my lap. It was definitely a long day and I was looking forward to a little nap during my way back home in the bus. The bus was moving and many people were getting down and many were getting up in the bus. This is a usual chaos scene of every evening where nice working people goes mad to get into bus to go home.

After almost 10minutes, a young well-build guy came near me and asked me to get up from the seat. I wondered why he was saying me that rude. Actually the kind of person I’m, I usually get up without a do from my seat of I find any senior citizen, women with kids or pregnant women. And just when he said, I knew he wanted to sit but guess that he choose completely wrong words to speak with me.
I looked at him and asked him, "why should I get up?"
He looked at me with a dare and said that ‘it wasn't the women reserved seat to sit, hence you must get up. This seat is for men!’

My lord! Bless him, whom is he teaching those legal values, somebody like me who goes beyond anything to follow rules, he is asking me to watch it. I very calmly asked him, ‘where is it written it is the seat for Men?’

Of course certain seats are blocked for women, couple of them for senior citizen and few for specially challenged people but buddy tell me/ prove me where is it written that other all seats are for men?
He puzzled looked around and again with much higher tone asked me to get up. Interestingly to my next was the seat reserved for women where a man was sitting. I asked that rude guy to ask the man to get up from the ladies seat and ones he gets up I shall get up from this seat. But that rude character didn’t had the guts to ask that man sitting on the women reserved seat and was continuously poking me. He thought with his fierce tongue, I will feel afraid and will hastily get up.

But I know though we have millions of rules and regulations in India with adverse punishments, we remind them only when it is convenient to follow.

I didn’t get up from the seat despite being harshly treated. Interestingly none of the other person in the bus came to support me, nor did the conductor who has a responsibility to see if all the passengers are comfortable, was least bothered to interfere. In my own pace, took out my ipod, plugged my ears with the song I loved the most, closed my eyes and ignored that guy completely.

Mean while, when I was listening to the songs, I recollected few more crushing incident of travelling in bus or train.

LLong time back I was travelling in Delhi in the bus. I was then in my last phase of teens, were quite young and not that efficient enough to comprehend the temperament of the city and city people. The bus was fully packed with people. Hell is the phase in bus when stinking people keep leaning on each other. There I saw one of the very old women standing just beside me, looking tired and mob of people crushing her. I also noticed a ladies seat occupied by a young guy. No sooner, I asked him to get up so that this old lady could sit. That guy started arguing with me very rudely. I kept my tone low and kept asking him to get up. After a while making failing attempts to make this guy leave that ladies reserved seat, I asked that old woman to ask this guy to get up. I thought since she was elder, if she says he would definitely get up.
And just when I said that the lady with her fiery tongue started yelling on me.
For the moment I could not understand why she was getting upset with me.
Anyways, I was only supporting her and fighting for her right, couldn’t she figure out that simple story around, I wondered!
Later I realised that both of them were neighbours and knew each other. Hence, she doesn’t mind if that young guy who is capable and strong enough to stand or help others, prefers to sits comfortably on the seat reserved for ladies and give trouble to other indirectly.
I soon understood, after this incident that I was wholeheartedly welcomed to Delhi the Capital city of India and a very convenient City.

I was doing my training there in the city Delhi, basically New Delhi.
I was supposed to travel back and fro home by bus or local train which took almost every day couple of hours to reach. Travelling was a bit tiring but long journeys sometimes give us a time to take a nap or time to read a lovely novel. Hence, I never complained for long travels.

SSince while travelling by bus I had to change two buses to reach home, I had got my train pass for the quarter of year and decided to travel by train, it was more at ease. In the beginning it is quite an experience. I was amazed to see that the ladies who at home teaches their kids not to talk to strangers; actually compelled me to speak to them when I didn’t wanted to. Interestingly, Delhi people have this strange tendency to talk, talk with strangers and try to get into issues, especially when the issues are personal. They simply love to know your name, your family members and perhaps your job and even your home address. Please don’t be surprised of some day while you are waiting or travelling for a bus or auto rickshaw, somebody starts talking to you and ultimately asks your pet dog name.

After few weeks I noticed on the platform there was one more guy, one of the trainee like me travelling back home in the same train. Whenever we got out of our work early we used to come to platform to catch our trains together and used to talk.
Finally I got a friend to talk and finally I could avoid stranger ladies's personal questions.
He was a localite* and hence had ample of information of the city. He actually taught me many safe short cuts to follow and reach the destination early. Actually he was the first person who introduced me to the Cheese Sandwich sold at Janpath, back then it was only Rs.10/- He taught me the trick to get into an empty compartment so that I could get a seat to sit. It matter a lot to have a good friend in a city which is new to you. I sure had good company to enjoy and talk plenty stuff.
And just when the train used to arrive I used to get into a ladies compartment and he into general bogie. Just when we used to get into the train in different compartments, I used to message him and ask him, if he has got into the train. Since the train used to utterly packed and even getting into would be a severe headache. The reply would comeback, ‘all well and packed, feet being crushed’. It wasn't the scenario that men never got into the ladies compartment but since women were kind of afraid to ask them to get down, often a large group of young guys and men used to get in. They often used to stand at the door of the train compartment. Sometimes few of them even misbehave with ladies but you see I never found even one lady raising her finger against it. Even the ladies effortlessly behaved according to their feasibility and ease.

I often used to ask him, if he sometimes gets a chance to get into ladies compartment, will he come. But he was least interested; he chooses to struggle rather to break rules for suitability.

One day with the same kind of the routine, we were on the platform waiting for our train. Don’t know what was the reason but all the trains were moving fully packed. Unfortunately we even missed out first train due to heavy crowd. I couldn’t just move there, everyone was pushing each other to get first in the train. This friend of mine could have still gone anyways the circumstance would be but since I was unable to catch the train, he left the train and preferred to stay with me and go the same train. Perhaps, it was getting evening and more crowd was expected.

There was an announcement and the next train was about to arrive.
We were alert to get in the train and so as a huge crowd of other working-people. Just when I saw the train getting slow and then stopped for couple of minutes. While I was still getting into ladies compartment, I noticed that my dear friend wasn't able to get into his general bogie. He was about to miss the train. Soon I shouted his name and asked my friend to join me ladies compartment. Obviously he denied and I insisted even more. He wasn't still agreeing but had no choice; general compartment was fully packed hardly to put down the feet. So he came with me in the ladies compartment. I know according to the legal rules, he wasn’t supposed to be in ladies compartment.

We decided to stand rather to sit.
Between do you know,‘Why there are seats or compartment in train blocked for ladies?’
For those who thinks that women are today working shoulder to shoulder with men and with that their responsibility is over there. I shall appreciated if men bring down their ego meter a bit and behave like a gentleman. The reserved seat for woman is so that ladies to feel secure and comfort. Since our men are often so uncivilised, that sometimes they just forget to be human. They forget to give respect and dignity the woman deserves.
And very often we women forget and ignore to demand our own rights just for the sake of the convenience.

Anyways, we were standing and talking about our making of reports and daily stuff. Suddenly a woman sitting few steps far said, ‘this is a ladies compartment and men/boys are not allowed’. I was so surprised, when big men get into the compartment these ladies hardly ever say anything. Some young men even misbehaved with them but these ladies never protested. And just as one sheep walk other sheep follows, similarly one woman said and other women also started saying. Legally they were correct and there is not two thought for it. But why two rules for same people.

My friend kept asking me not get engaged into any argument with them but how long could I hold feeling. Finally there was a reply to their fierce tongue. Just then I brook my silence. I said, “What wrong is this boy doing to you, he is not disturbing you by any means, nor he have occupied any seat of your, neither he pushed any one of you with his shoulder or pinched any one of you. And just because he is a young teen boy standing quietly at the corner you are yelling on him like this. Why don’t you point finger when big old men get into ladies compartment, they even sometimes misbehave with you all, isn't it? ”

Finally there was a pin drop of silence.
After the out-pour, it felt this was something I wanted to tell them since the first day I got into this last local train.
There will be 90% of people not agreeing with me on this note.
Sure it was against the rule and regulations.
Definitely I was not supposed to support on this issue.
I agree!
But I don’t regret having supported the right person, especially when it wasn’t his fault at all.

I opened my eyes, since all my songs of the ipod were over and I had almost reached my home. That troublesome guy got down some place when my eyes were close. Everything was so usual and just as typical as always.
Soon I got down my stop. Walking back to home I realised, a long time have been passed ever since then, almost a decade. Yet I do not regret my stand.

Definitely if someone is my friend I shall stand for him/her any ways the wave of support be.
And one more thing sometimes no matter how polite and sweet you are, you needs to be bold enough to make decisions and stick to them. Being rude and aggressive is no fun, yet sometimes one needs to have a fiery tongue to get out of the sticky situation!

Note:

• This is my personal opinion, you need not agree on everything.
• No matter what I have written about a place and people, I still love that city and have special bonding with it. I love India and all these silly incidents make my bond with people, city and culture more intact.
• There is no disrespect for anything or anybody in the above post, just an experience being shared with my opinion.
• You have whole right to celebrate and share your opinion and ideas. Feel free to share your thoughts and incidents while travelling.

The picture above is taken from the movie Dil se featuring Prity Zinta and Shahrukh Khan.

~ Keep the Spark Alive..
~ Celebrating City life!

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She's a star

Prose written for the Thursday Poets’ Rally Week 56 (November 17-November 23, 2011)

She is slim, petite, positive, plus or slender.
She has a small mole above her lips, redefining the smile!
She forgets to pin up,
And she asks for more safety-pins,
She is tall helps to put up in the tallest cupboard.
She is always late rushes banging doors,
She is written all over magazines and covers!
She jumps while getting into the jean,
A child like nature vulnerable and innocent!
She plays songs on the mobile while getting ready.
She drapes herself sleekly into the 6 yard saree*.
She is wrapped in an aura of mystery!
She blinks her eyes roughly 50 times in the 60 seconds while putting the eye liner.
She looks brilliant painter while putting up the sensuous red lipstick.
She softly brushes peach blush and actively blushes.
She has a classic influential romantic side fringe cut fairly,

She is chubby and bubbly.
She sometimes nurtures her tantrums!
A right to be a late-bloomer!
Yet she never brooded when things were out of control.
She forgets to take up her belongings.
Giving away us her pleasure and deed to sway!
She walks and often flaunts, Joy in her feet!
Gracefully slides and pumps high the heartbeat in deep.
She smiles too much.
Though rough and tough the life treats.
The weakness of her lies in her heart
But she adores the one who is humble and smart!
She walks firm and straight with healed heels
She is a princess but not all the time she deserve bliss
She trusts everyone for a while with love and genuine care.
She lifts herself on her little fumble toes.
Absolutely, lifting up the spirits!

She is reigning allure!
Legendary and larger than life,
She is a shorthand for charisma!
Witty, quirky, incurably honest and wise.
Back and forth swinging whispering earring!
Beat her beauty, flawless and fortified,
She gossips and sips the proteins shakes.
She is least bothered by fake hugs.
Her quote of life is still an enigmatic secret!
She laughs uproariously sometimes;
None know she is faking
She bottle up all the emotions.
Her smile is a treasure and hearts flutter.
Self-sufficient, commanding and a priceless solitaire!
She jokes to lighten up,
She is not simply bothered,
By the mindless opinions of people,
She knows it all!

She swings in her waist,
Fellow often follow her and for her one glance fall
She acts sweet and smart on every crises call.
She scouts the moments and sails morally.
She never shouts and is always polite
She moves elegantly endless marvel,
Blessed, poised with glisten eyes
Beyond expectations of being
Awakening undercurrent essence
She has a winsomeness presence
Worth of praise and reverence!
World shall write down the history
And she will only rise against the tide!
Rewrite her glory in prose and songs lines!
She's a star! Shines and enlightens life!
A balanced woman cared little details daily!
She is better than the best
She is renewing and reinventing
Like everyone ones gets evolved,
She is timeless!
Rekha forever remains work in progress!

Rekha is the forever Diva of Indian Cinema. She is the Bollywood's greatest crown and the Ultimate Enigma in Bollywood. The most desired, most elusive and enduring woman winning hearts of all age past four decades.

• Picture above is taken from the internet featuring Rekha wearing a heavy traditional Silk saree*.
• *Saree is a unstitched cloth, worn by females, ranging from four to nine metres in length that is draped over the body in various styles. It is popular in India since ancient times.

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beyond drops of rain

When it rains, it pours. Past some days it has been raining very heavily every day. Yesterday, when I was crossing the road in the heavy rain and stiff traffic holding my umbrella...suddenly some strange random thought struck me. 'Umbrella not only shelters us in rain-showers but also when the sunrays wallop hard on head, it gives a soothing swathe.’
Every umbrella has its own story.
My umbrella too had a story or should I prefer to say my story too had an umbrella.

~ rachi creations.. (c) Under my Umbrella ~

It was commence of the rainy season and my paa brought a beautiful orange-red with polka dots print umbrella for my mother and a blue-floral shade colour rain-coat for me. I was so excited. And often little things make me so happy. I was hardy ten years old then.

Other day after coming from school I had my evening snacks quickly. My mom was doing some work in the inner room. Soon I hastily held the new umbrella in my hands and rushed outside. I shouted, “I will be back soon mom, I’m going out to play...” And before my mom could see me with an umbrella I ran away. Griping a new umbrella into my hands made me feel so happy. It wasn’t raining heavily yet it was nice to shield under the umbrella. I went to my friend’s home and screamed her name outside her home gate. She came running and was excited to see my new umbrella. We together under the umbrella, half-side slight drenched went to a nearby park to play.

This park was ‘My Alice in Wonderland’.
The park had a tiny hill kind of the steep where we often run on the top of it and slide along. This is where I could unfold all my imaginations and fly along the colours of the nature. It was slightly drizzling making the aura more enchanting. We gaze upon the tiny caterpillars move stealthily on the shrubs, sluggy with shell small snails camp under the leaf, watching keenly very tiny eggs of the bird in the nest hidden in the leaves, delicate fine climber holding firm the branches of the tree stems, flowers with rain-droplets rolling over the petals, gape ground soaked and damp, green lemonade colour grass carpeting all around covered with elusive drizzles and little tadpoles, mini fishes, soft leaves floating in the rainwater accumulated near by the road...each and everything in rainbow colours studded beyond sparkling drops of rain was adding to the excitement and curiosity of my imagination skiing in monsoon. I wished if I could hide myself into the leaves.

We took off our shoes and kept my new umbrella near that tiny steep and played in the garden. Running here and there catching butterflies, observing birds unfurling the wings and looking up at distance grey fluffy clouds in sky feeling the cool breeze with open arms made us so delighted.

For hours we played merrily forgetting all. Everything amazed me though every day I saw the same thing, there was always something left to learn, to smile and ponder upon. I was so interested to know the enduring nature and learn more. The park was a perfect combo of imagination and practical life. I wanted to know it possibly all, ‘What created this beautiful rainbow in the sky with so prompt seven colours?’, ‘How long the tiny butterfly lived?’, ‘How the humming bird flew backward and so swiftly too?’ And above all the company of my best friend, who equally participated in being playful, curious to know things and planning mischief on every notion, was so alluring.

It was rainy evening turning dim. We decided to go back home. Again on the side-streets, under the reflection of street-lights, splashing the water, jumping, running, trying to catch each other and kicking each other’s back we reached our home.

As I opened my home’s gate, suddenly I realised I didn’t had my new umbrella in my hands. I got so numb for a moment. Instantly, I ran back to friend’s home and called her. I asked her if she could accompany to go back to the park to get my umbrella which I forgot there. It was almost dark with violet sky and I thought she might deny coming with me. But to my surprise she right away agreed to come with me. I could see she was more nervous than me for the lost umbrella. We ran rapidly back to the park. We went to the steep hill to get my umbrella but it wasn’t there. She asked me confirm if I have kept the umbrella there. But we could not see it. We together searched each and every hook and corner of the park, behind the trees, below the branches of the shrubs, under the bushes, around the big rocks and everywhere. But we could not find the umbrella. Soon she said, “I think someone must have picked up the umbrella from here”. I apprehend with pounding heart-beat that “I lost the new umbrella which belonged to my mom.” I was very upset and very afraid to go back home. It was getting dark and difficult.

On the way back home, my friend backed me with kind words, “Everything will be fine...don’t you worry!” She asked me not to panic and tell everything to parents. “Admit the mistake and confirm them that this won’t happen again in future” she affirms. I just wished her simple sympathetic words may turn into blessings!

As I reached home entered the hall, I noticed my father had come back from office and was watching television, sipping the evening tea. My mom was busy in kitchen making some evening snacks. And I was so scared. And shortly standing, slightly hiding behind the big chairs, I started crying in fear.
I wondered, last day only I lost my pencil box and a water-bottle in school and every now and then I lose my pencils and erasers in school...today I lost the umbrella, moreover a new one which above all belonged to my mom, they are going to be very upset and angry on me. A strange cloud of fear and distress encircled me. I was so much in an apprehensive mood, to take up this dreadful incident.

My father noticed my tears in my eyes; he immediately called me near him. He asked me the matter and why was I crying? He soon checked my elbows and knees to see if I’m hurt by falling down while playing. Nothing like that happened I told my father. He kept asking me the matter and I kept weeping badly.
Soon I said in a low tone, “I lost an Umbrella”, in expectation that now I would get the tight slap.
To this he replied, “It’s Okay!”
I thought maybe he didn’t hear anything properly.
I repeated saying, “I lost a new umbrella, which you brought yesterday”.
He again calmly replied, “That’s okay”.
I wasn’t sure why my father was not reacting aggressively or scolding me despite my mistake.
I got confused and still crying, yet ones again grasping a breath and repeated, “Papa, I lost a new umbrella, that umbrella belonged to Mom, that you brought yesterday...she will be very angry on me”

To my surprise my mom suddenly came there bringing a glass of water for me.
My paa took me into his warm arms and made me sit on his lap. This wasn’t planned at all. I believed that my parents would scold me but this wasn’t the case. In a little while, after I gulped some water, my father said, “Firstly, we are a family. Everything present in our home belongs to us and not to an individual. If something good happens we will celebrate together and if something bad happens, we shall deal and manage it together...so basically that umbrella belongs to everyone and not just to mom or one person”
He continued saying, “We as a family with our strength together shall hide an individual weakness...it’s okay if you have lost it...She won’t scold you, don’t you worry..”

And very unexpected my mom replied then, “Care for things but don’t cry for things, for those things shall never cry for you”

Latter to lighten up the air my father said laughing, “And moreover until you don’t lose things, how will you get new one...”

We together laughed, and soon I comprehend it all, “We are one Family of course!”

“ Ever since then I don’t fear to tell the truth or share any thought with my family. I became more cautions when dealing with things though I don’t cry over the Non-living things. Those are luxury to be cared yet not be cried and crippled upon I learnt. The emotions are more essential and crucial to be taken care than sheer shedding a tear over an object.

I heartily appreciated the unconditional love and support my parents have for me! They gave me a freedom, perhaps even a freedom to commit mistakes. They stand firm supporting me and helping me to learn from every bit with a realisation of responsibility.

Further, the kind empathetic words turned into a blessing from my friend had immense power, which still echo. She gave strength to take up things and face the consequences freely and fearlessly. Sometimes, we are afraid and we think this is what life holds as an ultimatum, yet we must strengthen our beliefs than our fears.

One incident and so many lessons...

“ Yet if I was told all this today...I would have questioned back...
 “sheer philosophy, but when it comes to practical life things s**ks hard” or
 “a friend plays as a host at great good times yet does not shy away to excuse thyself from the odd moments of your life...” or
“What the hell family support, if you committed the mistake it will be you an individual who will face the music and not other family members will pay for your sins/mistakes!” or
“Do you know how much that costs, perhaps the bill makes me cry?”

I grasped each and every word being a child without asking any question or verification to prove the implementation believing as a universal truth...which even over decades and passing eras...won’t change.

As a mature human, we have this strange tendency to calculate each and everything how, what, why...perhaps couldn’t have implemented some basics to lead a meaningful life.

...under my Umbrella
the Life is unconditionally pouring bountiful bliss
just beyond drops of Rain..

“ Life is beyond counting and calculating the hum tune of happiness in the moment by adding or subtracting the grammar and vocabulary, we least mean.
It's more in bits of beauty in daily delights and tints of joy in every sight.
It’s more of simple living being with high thoughts and surrounded by the best people around, who loves, cares, supports you ‘unconditionally’!

~ Just like an Umbrella, protects you from unreserved rain and redundant sunrays.

Hope as holding consistent reasoning trait being an intelligent human we don’t calculate and consider as 'Condition' of "being Unconditional" as an excuse to hold on to a relationship and loving emotions for the beings!

NOTE:

• Hope you enjoyed this journey in monsoon slide of my post!
• Thanks so much Mahesh for suggesting the beautiful title of this post :))

• The friend I’m referring in the post is my childhood best friend, ‘Hirna’. We have spent many enthralling moments together in the childhood. During school-days we shifted to different cities thus we were not in touch with each other for more than a decade. Though very recently we got in touch through face-book and just few days back I met her too co-incidentally. Yes! The Destiny definitely holds the best and better than the best people in life. Interestingly we still share the same vibe and amazingly our wavelengths matched after such an expanded time. We chatted and tried to recall as many incidents of our childhood, and this post story is one of them! Thanks to her recollection, we have quite same “Memory like an elephant” :)

• This post is for you, Hirnu :))

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mom and Me - Born Bond

~ Below is the personal love letter for the person who is the most generous, genuine and giving in nature. Here, I dedicate this one post of the blog for the person whose personal pleasures, time and energy of life had been devoted for me. Kindly spare your ten minutes in reading this letter which is really worth!

Born Bond~(C)~Geetali Pradhan

~ "Youth fades, love droops, the leaves of friendship fall;

a Mother's secret hope outlives them all." ~

Oliver Wendell Holmes

Dearest Mommy!

~ When I was in your womb, enjoying indirectly the curd and tomato salad you ate, I knew I was coming to be in a healthy family. I was definitely blessed! You brought me to this earth with so much of pain yet made my life simply painless.

~ When I was six months old, you liked dressing me in a nice bright pink frill frock with matching socks and shoes. You made me look like an angel. Perhaps the only time I looked so cute and a true angel.

~ When I was three years old, you feed me with your own hands the rajma-chawal with lots of ghee into it. I was developing my tastes to the wondrous food you made. You made me surprised every time to make food with same taste, flavors and aroma. Perhaps with love you make and serve the food is beyond the doubt so incredibly delicious and divine just like you are!

~ When I was five, I had my few choices in food and made faces when you cooked green vegetables. But you made sure I ate them to get all the needed vitamins.
Perhaps, then I learnt you were a typical dedicated mother who can run with the bowl of rice behind the kid for hours and still not feel tired.

~ When I was six, I didn’t like to get up in the morning and moreover didn’t like going school. I used to roll into my bed under the bed cover.
But then you used to come to me inside the bed cover, hugged me, cuddled and played with me for next five minutes. Latter slowly whispered into my ears to get up as you had packed my favorite sandwich into the Tiffin-box. And guess what I used to get up soon. Indeed, mom you were elegantly too smart and knew me so well.

~ When I was seven, I participated in the running race in the school sport day event. You came to cheer me but I could not make it that hundred meters race. I was sad and very upset.
But then you said that
“same race-concept applies to life too. Don’t you get despair and get carried away in the failure. Though coming last in race you made it last longer as you ran so well till end. You are true sportsman and so live up that spirit.”
Perhaps only than I understood, the participation was more important and just winning. And there I learnt my first basic lesson of the life taught my mom!

~ When I was nine and going to school, you came to pick me up. I remember you talking to my class-teacher. I was so scared if teacher told you about my mischief in the classroom and you might just scold me latter. Though you knew, I was a kid and a naughty one too; you took patience to explain me the things that embarrassed you to hear about me. I remember that day when I became class-monitor and you were so happy to see me lead! Perhaps you explanation drives me to my best of the expectation.

~ When I was ten, I enjoyed playing with my friends’ everyday after returning from the school. One day when a boy (my classmate) teased me, I came running to you and you willingly supported me and readily scolded the boy for making me sad. Perhaps latter you did explain me with good grace that fighting and patching up with friends is the part of good friendship. Ever since than you became my best friend.

~ When I was twelve, I was asked by you to participate in all the cultural activities in the school. You made all the efforts to help and guide me for those programs.You wanted me to look the best in the group. Hence you persistently made some extra effort by coming with me to the shop to buy all the craft works and the dress needed in the program. I realized, you were my best cheerleader and wanted me to understand the core behind the perfection. Indeed, I realized then that each minute of perfection was worth the effort you made, when I won the first prize in the poem recitation.

~ When I was fifteen, I was studying in the room during weekend. You came with the (besan) chickpeas flour paste mixed with honey. You dipped your palms in the paste and rubbed gently on my face. I wondered why!
The next bizarre day you came with the curd and cream then rubbed on my head even each hair strands.

Mom, I knew well that I was your sweetheart darling daughter, but you turned me into sweet darling dessert with missing red cheery on my head :P

Till then I used to drink glass of milk twice a day to get proper nutrition but since you thought I was a dessert, you made me apply raw milk on my face too every morning, to get instant glow. Phew!

You called me into the kitchen to teach me how to make dough; I thought you must be kidding though.
You wanted me to learn many more household things. However never took my help and did your things sincerely. Conceivably I was then just fifteen.

Looking at you I understood the basic ethics of being a mom of the daughter child.

~ When I was seventeen, you took me to the shopping. We had lots of fun and ate ice cream. I found your negotiating skills while buying things in the market. No shop keeper could fool you around. You were tough yet charming with your apt market price analysis. In market you never compromised. Though you comprised and settled for the best.

Finally you bought me few salwar-suits and told me that this suits me the best. I hated this very thought of yours, though I understood the apt concern behind your act. Eureka! I was growing up!

Perhaps, I understood, being a mom/woman is not easy living with.. so many quick correct decisions making, further responsibilities and constraint constantly rushing into mind.

~ When I was eighteen, you shared your biggest crush story and asked mine. I had my long list of people and you had only one to still sublime. Astonishingly, I discovered your crush was Amitabh Bachchan!(Click Here) Gimme a break mom!

When it rained you dragged me outside in the rain, we together felt breeze and together enjoyed each raindrop on our skin. I knew then that you were not just my mom, my best friend but also you were as joyous as being a virtual sister of mine.

~ When I was twenty two, I was going for higher studies and moved to the hostel life. You knew I would feel hungry at mid-night so you prepared so many snacks, wrapped safely and kept without my knowledge into my bag. You hugged me and only said take care! You missed me badly but never showed. You pretended to be strong hearted, though you are very soft and sensitive at core.
I know mummy, you have been more geared to understand and focused in making best choices to our personal lives. Hence you have ability to make hard calls when needed yet balance to uphold.

Till now,
~YOU always bought things I LIKED,
~ cooked the food I LIKED,
~ watched the television serial I LIKED and
~ YOU even wore the dress on occasions that I LIKED
~ You devoted all you choices to me. And only a Mothers’ could do so.

~ You made coffees and milk shakes at odd times for making me to study little more a while.
“Concentrate to study and don’t you sleep on books, Girl!” You said to uplift my mood! And we together giggled. ~ Somehow,you always had strong instincts to know what was behind the closed doors and blocked thoughts :)

~ You prepared snacks and tit-bits for my friends when invited at home.
You welcomed and treated them with the same sweet love and hub of warmth.
You are a true natural nurturant. And ability to connect with everyone comes with ease. Compassionate thought without compare has been your natural traits.

~ When I was giving my exams of studies or personal life, you were the one who was constantly praying for me. I know you prayed God to pass me with good results and you also prayed to pass all my worries and troubles to you. I came out with glorious rainbow colors and all praise goes to you and only You!

~ The green leafy vegetables you cooked that I hated the most in my childhood, today staying far ~when I am twenty six, I tend to ask the same recipes on phone everyday. I often miss the chicken curry you prepared every Sundays.

Though I call it being stylish but miss the oil in my head that you added and massaged to relax me so well. You brush away the tangles from my hair, yet also the tangles of my life!

I love your care, composure, your completeness.
The strength, the power the dignity you reflect.
Your hand’s tenderness in warmth is paramount.
The character you have shown..
...in you moves is mounting at infinite.
I’m proud to owe you, Mom!
Your humble voice makes my pain vanish,
The choices you make,
Decisions you take,
And the courage you bear!

I love when you smile and cook.
I love the way you look.
For the long journey made in the time travel,
Take me into your arms and let me sleep sound.
Let me be a kid for the moment again sitting in your lap;
Let the ticking time stops right there,
You believe in me beyond horizon.
You’re compassionate being passionate.
You sight off my imperfections.
To teach ME the best has been your only ultimate mission!

For me you are multiple skill sets, handling tasks with perfections. You have managed the time, resources, money, emotions, relationships and ME so well.

You are the best chef, best nutritionist, best beautician, best cheerleader, best teacher, best Human Resource Manager (...perhaps how can we ignore, the charm you carry in the way, you challenge Paa to run at your commands!)

Indeed, YOU been the best mom and perhaps the best woman, ever have influenced ME so much and yet I am competing to be the Best like you!

Love you so much for everything!
~ I'm so glad that I share my DNA with You :)

Your loving Daughter;
Umi :)

Note:

• Dear readers, please welcome Geetali Pradhan, my childhood and school days friend, who made this lovely ecstatic pencil sketch. She is a sterling friend and perfect daughter. This sketch is her personal life based sketch featuring her loving mom and herself as a child into it. A heartily thanks to you Geetali, for letting me use your exultant sketch in this post making it look so ideal.

• Kindly do not copy the picture without permission!

• Also I have added above two photos, one photo is of year 1999 and other photo is of year 2009 when my mom came here to meet me! Yep! Exactly 10years in fact 26 years with the rocking bond!

• Perhaps today, 15th March,2010 we will celebrate her 50th HappyBirthday as Golden jubilee of her life! Happy Birthday Mom!!

~ Salute to Womanhood! ~

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All in a Day's Work

One of my very close friend, is going through a very rough phase of her life, it is something she have been suffering and trying hard to survive. I’m praying here all day and it’s not just the part of all in a day’s work but its something pure and for someone special.

• Through this particular post, may I request all my dear readers to pray for my dear friend, that she gets all the strength to stand and face the time bravely !

my Prayer @ rachi creations..

~|| All in a Day's Work - my Prayer||~

I wish that the days come easy but the moments pass slow,
I know you are sad, but this woe shall not last and go,
Remember that I’m here praying all well for you,
And this too shall pass though…

I know you’ll get two roads ahead to choose,
Memorize that when you make up your mind to pick,
Decide this time, the one which leads only the happiness within.
Don’t you despair and leave the hope,

There’s more to see and more to do and more is restored for you.
There’s not far too much, the feeling for healing and power,

The beauty of bliss is what you ought to prefer,
The bliss definitely deserves the beautiful as you are,

I wish you never lose your innocence,
I wish you forever-love to immerse in,

I know you will get it all while you strive,
I know when you’ll keep marching and skipping the undesired;
I know you will find a door on your way knocking at your fortune,
Don’t hesitate to open and embrace the new…

Kick off everything and take up the new,
Confirm your strength to cope up the cold and open the door,
Smile and add the warmth to your soul,

Show the world Sweetie! You are worthy of that little bit of…
I know all in a day's work, you will get it entirely in that bit all,

My wish, for you, is that your life becomes the way you want it to be,
More than anything and most of everything, I wish it would be…

Your desires and dreams come true,
I wish, your pain and worry disappears too,

Let me give you a seed of peace from my prayer,
May you plant it deep down inside your heart and take care,
Let it grow firm and huge,
Let it give shade and cure your untold wounds,

This is my pining wish and this is my intense crave,
This is it’s all in a day's work for me to sustain,

And this little moment, humble though they may be,
I shall pray for you everyday and every split second ticking,
Yearning the mighty ages of happiness and love for you,

Winding the menace, crushing the stress,
This anxious endless round shall also have an end,
Time is rolling high, blinking the joyous instincts,
Your pursuit of infinite answers shall cease,
You will witness the spark, the faith beyond and within,
You will flutter and flaunt as ever,
Persuaded blushing in pleasure forever,

You never need to carry more than you can hold,
You never need to hold in back again, no matter what others told,

I want you to be hopeful and believe this insight,
This is my wish and this is my Prayer,

Between I hope you know somebody loves you here,
Remember that all in the day’s work…
I’m here praying all well for you!
That this too shall pass soon…

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My Blog My Bond My Blogger

...here's 
wishing
Blogger 10th Happy Birthday!
There is still a lot to learn & grow
with Blogger..

Here, we all are celebrating Blogger’s 10th birthday and I mull over the beginning of MY Blogging.

Over 2 complete years blogging and Blogger became so significantly phenomenal part of my life.

I still remember the day when I first logged into the world of blogs through the Google into blogger. I was studying MBA and my final year going on. Total stress simply one day made me write into the blog titling it Humming Today. “Humming Today” reflected the best thoughts of my mind during that hour.
My first post, where I have clearly mentioned that I was here only to “to explore..inspire..and aspire....I ME MYSELF”.

Until then I had no idea that my blog shall be indeed absolutely titled as humming today and people over 136 countries shall be visiting my blog.

Honestly, in the beginning I had no idea of what I shall do or will I get stick to writing a blog. All I could do was to post few games which have readymade HTML form. After I completed my studies, I got married and shifted to a new place. It was only than I thought; writing was something I could do to kill-time.

It took hard to speculate, what would I write that would interest people. And only latter I realized Blog has to be written for self discovery first and the entertainment shall follow the rest. I wrote what I loved to. Personal Experiences, Short Stories, sharing my paintings were the first cum thing to post. Slowly, I understood the rare pulse of writing the blog.

Also then it was a time to explore my own skills and share them at the best on the Blogger. Being a Hotel Management Graduate, writing about the food came easily for me. I shared my mother’s recipes with systematic presentation of pictures so that people find it much easy to read and follow.

Blogging also gave a second way to get connected with my very talented friends. I asked my friends to share and contribute this blog their photographs, recipes, articles etc. I also made friends by posting comments to others blog, getting inspired and appreciating their works. In all I started brushing up my own knowledge and skills. Blogging also gave me absolute confidence to share with world, my thoughts and feelings in form of MY Strong Story over different issues.

While having an urge to enhance the looks to make more personalized blog-page, I also gradually started learning HTML formulas, which have been very new and challenging for me. Perhaps this change could have been done only on Blogger. It gives us the chance to learn and claim.

I never took it’s as a craving feeling to make a mark in blogging. However, Blogging is what I wanted and had a strong desire for inspiration and aspiration.

Its is indeed a pride feeling to know that just looking at my blog I found few of my friends also started blogging on Blogger recently. Now this is a sure celebration and achievement for me and indirectly for Blogger too.

Sometimes I feel that I have been born in the best era, as I got this opportunity to blog. I knew from the beginning of my blogging that there were many others sites where blogging could be done. But when I saw Blogger, instantly I found Blogger to be inevitably user’s friendly. I have observed many little changes and enhancement made in the Blogger in the recent times. Which made me feel more confident, secured, still completely intact with me and my bond-my blog-my blogger.

Moreover, Blogger Help forum and Google experts are just one key hit away to check and advise us in no time. I heartily appreciate and acknowledge their presence. Hence, I have no worries!

My journey where there is unparallel pleasure due to blogging would have not been possible without Blogger. There is still a lot to learn and grow with Blogger.
Here’s wishing Blogger its 10 unrivalled years of compassion and success!

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Random Nine Photographs

Random 9 pictures on 09.09.09 are in reality not random but exquisite moments of time. I thought to share with you all. These photographs are taken by my dear friends. This is like some kind of celebration of moment. I’m proud to share and am grateful for their contribution of their creative art.

For me taking pictures is no big deal but its all about how you capture and infuse the emotions of the moment. No certified verification needed this only the people with big heart can do!

Photography goes beyond any explanations. It’s an observation where the photographer captures little things which everyone does not notice but the photographs make you see and wonder. A photograph is a way of deep feeling, instant touch and immense urge of love.

I adore the following pictures and the art touches my soul completely. So without more ado, lets start with the saying “Picture speaks thousand Words but Picture Speaks Louder than Words”.

These people are not professional photographs but surely they share a pulse of passionate photography.

NOTE: Click on the photographs and view the better and the tiny details of the moment in Enlarged Photographs.

1. Photo Courtesy : Pratyus Patnaik
This photograph is the famous, striking Taj Hotel, the glory of Mumbai. The Taj which stood strong and tall during crises of 26/11. But I believe that this Taj is like a catalyst of unity and happiness of people and this marvelous feeling is well captured in picture. I feel this salient picture has a perfect standards in terms of angle, lights or theme.



2. Photo Courtesy : Nitin Gurav
This picture is taken in Aralgundi, a small village in Maharashtra which is the hometown of Nitin. When, I see this picture I wonder the beautiful little things that Nature offer. Most often such little things with gives us immense happiness gets unnoticed by us. Indeed nature has its own beauty in the imperfect details.



3. Photo Courtesy : Amit Semwal
This photograph is captured at Jaipur,Rajashan. Amit is expert in capturing the very normal pictures but with twist of fantasy. Here, this picture has its own looks and more I could justify in words, it’s like a way from earth to moon. This picture reflects the real essence daily routine ending with the fantasy. Its like a dreamland, and simply adore it.



4. Photo Courtesy : Shubham Joshi
Capturing birds and animals is very tough. Either one captures them incidentally or one has to keep waiting and clicking to hold the best of the shot. This picture is taken at Maksi which is situated on Mumbai-Agra highway. I really don’t know the name of the bird but what I know is that this pose of the bird is stunning. Look at the cute crown like feathers over its head. You rock man!



5. Photo Courtesy : Kabir Goswami
As I have believed and mentioned above that taking pictures is no big deal until the picture is infused with the feeling and embraced with passion. This photograph is taken at home celebrating the eve of Diwali festival. Delightful small clay pots, lighten lamps decorated in a Star shape instantly captures attention. It is a pleasing scenic reflecting the hope and happiness. Isn’t it great how something so simple can totally make your day.



6. Photo Courtesy : Bharat Bathi
This photograph is the famous and magnificent Golden Temple of Amritsar,Punjab. The thrown is made up of real gold. Very well the golden spark of the temple is captured under the bright blue sky. A studded full moon above seems like blessing for the perfect photograph. It’s a fine-looking exquisite momemtum carried in flash of the camera.



7. Photo Courtesy : Sameer
Capturing insects is very difficult as they do not get still easily. So this photograph reflects the patience. I like the way tiny droplets over the body of the strange insect is captured.Indeed, Moments are for the moment and if captured in the pictures it’s the true colors of time and age.


8. Photo Courtesy : UKShakyawar
Emotions are attached with the photographs. This is ME in the photograph taken by my father. The captured moment in the photograph goes back more than 20 years when I was a little chide. Being a very naughty child had torn almost all his sketches from the drawing book. So just before I would destroy more of his art work, he thought to capture the moment with his works. Of coarse this photograph recollects so many moments of my childhood. Above all photographs is all about captivating feelings.


9. Photo Courtesy : Bhupesh Koli
This photograph is taken by Hubby when I was newly married. I find this picture very enchanting. Also it’s a picture that has captured my thoughts just rightly. A little distorted quality of the photographs actually adds value to the aura. Perhaps, that is why sometimes imperfections seem so perfect ;)

NOTE : Request not to void the copyrights of the photographers. These pictures cannot be used anywhere eles without permission.

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my first car - Black Beauty

...it is not Car
I was driving
but it is..
The CAR
that drives me crazy...

It is not Car I was driving but it is The Car that drives me crazy..

Well Last month July,09  had been very hectic as well as very special for me and my family. It was the time of  I was celebrating happily my 2nd Anniversary of Marriage on 23rd July. The month passed eagerly waiting for our very New first Car to come home.

From past one year, I and my Hubby have been looking for the perfect car for us. We have been to almost all the showroom in the town looking to one and all models and brands of cars. Infact, my Hubby could get a PhD on cars, as he had been going through all the details and history on cars and brands ;)

Car recollects so many memories of life. I still remember when my father in early 80’s bought his first car, Fiat-Premier Padmini. More than a passion it was a complete pride to owe it. Most of the kilometers I have earned have been in traveling Fiat. It was a big car, accommodating many people at the same time.

That Emerald green Fiat Car with us attended most of the Marriage Ceremony of that time in my family. My father later got so much addicted to drive fiat that it was very difficult for him to change the car and switch to any new one. He didn’t mind if his colleges and friends by that time had already switched to their third car. Now, this is what I call a definite craze, passion and love for the first car.

Finally, after lots of push, he agreed to have his second car, TATA IndicaDLS. Indica is still intact in the current market and holding the strong position because of being small yet spacious diesel car, with great mileage chart and absolutely negligible maintenance.

For me both these cars are very special, as it was Fiat on which I tried my hand first to drive and learnt a basic and Indica is one which certified me as a learned in driving. "In family, my parents of their generation were the first one to posses the car. And this gives me an immense pride and pleasure to believe that to my generation, it’s again us who have got our car first in our family."

I have been a very loyal customer and have always trusted and adored the brand Fiat and TATA, so I had more inclination towards the cars offered by them.

As, this was going to be our first car and I thought to go with the trend, having a small car and we got plenty of choices to make like i10, i20 and Getz from Hyundai, Chevrolet’s first small car in India Aveo UVA, Skoda Fabia and Honda Jazz are also nice. Not to offend anybody choice but the small cars from the most popular brand in India, Maruti Suzuki’s cars like A-star, Ritz, Splash, and Swift were never in the race for us to choose. Many other brands were also supposed to launch new small cars but were not fixed. We (Hubby and ME) had almost decided the Indica Vista a new improved version of Indica became our first choice, infact was almost finalized it.

Just a day before the booking we saw in newspaper that Punto got launched. My Hubby just fell in love with the car. Apparently, one is not supposed to fall in love with a car until one drives and buys it. But He fell in love with the picture in the newspaper. My hubby with his friends went the same TATA showroom which is also collaborated with Fiat to see Punto. They saw the car, and simply fell in love with it.

I was also eager to see the world renowned and highly appreciated car. So in the weekend, we went together to see Punto, had a 15 minutes test-drive. The next I remember having twinkles in eyes and simply booked it!! It is as simple as that. Seems, like the wait for a year was completely worth. Fiat-Grande Punto Emotion in Hip Hop Black, was best and easy choice to make. It was exactly what we wanted and waited more. This small car features is no less than any other big car.

We thought and expected the delivery of the car on our anniversary date but it took a week more and on 30th July afternoon, the dealer asked us for the pick up of the car. The time we were about to leave for pick up, it started raining heavily, so we decided to have it next day. We were so excited and eager to bring Grande Punto at home, next morning on 31st July, 2009. And what a pride, ride, leisure, pleasure and luxury it is to posses Punto.

Punto word if translated in Italian and Spanish languages means a point or hit.

The list of things that hit me crazy about Punto is as follows:

• It’s our First Car. It is world-wide famous and comes from my favorite brand Fiat.
• Though listed in small cars, it is very spacious and has stunning looks with world renowned performance.
• It has automatic indicators and reminders for every simple and little thing, like it beeps and shows in written if seat belts not put or boot space is open. The doors get locked automatic after 100 meters drive.
• This car also has the best Blaupunkt music system.
• Many of the setting can be done through the manual buttons on the steering wheel.
• This car has its strong alloy wheels and much thicker and bigger tubeless tyres.
•  And most important it also has inbuilt Microsoft software in partnership with Fiat used inside the car known as Blue&Me. This system offers Bluetooth and USB connectivity to mobile phones and personal media players. It also provides a hands-free system, allowing you to control all features by voice commands. One can also their mobile phone.
• Also this car has EcoDrive, a new service component which offers the ability to track driving efficiency. It collects data about CO2 emissions and fuel consumptions by saving them to a USB key, which can then be connected to a PC and analyzed.
• It posses the most powerful engines have electronic stability program and anti slip regulation fitted. These egines are also environment friendly and Euro 4 ready. This  car is well equipped with safety system ABS(Anti-Lock Braking System), Power Steering and windows.
• And most important, The Grande Punto was awarded with 5 stars in the EuroNCAP crash test for passenger protection and Euro NCAP 3 star certification for pedestrian safety.

• And did you see this Punto Symbol written at the back of the car looks so cute and  P word is written in such a manner as if a man is sitting the car inside in the most comfortable position, holding the steering wheel.  

I hope to every mile WE spend with this Punto, the Black Beauty multiples the Smile:)

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me and my Hubby - Opposites Attract

...Opposites
attract because
they are not really
opposites
but Complementary..

Big thoughts struck me when I brush my teeth in the morning. And today one more thought struck me —I’m completely clueless with the toothpaste froth in my mouth – my Hubby and Me – are somehow total opposite.

And then a few more thoughtful lightening in mind and my past experiences provided some perfect examples to prove :

• By Nature

I am a dreamer and a better word to use shall be a Planner by nature. I like to plan my day, each and every activity and try to execute the plan in the best practical way. For example: If, I am going to the market, I shall make sure to make a proper list of all the things to buy and also to manage to do the things that lies in between the way.

This habit of mine helps me to manage the activities in the most effective and efficient way. Hence, above all it helps me to avoid any sort of major crises.

But the drawback of being a hardcore planner is that, the decisions to make get a bit delayed. I tend to go into micro details, doing things step by step and achieving targets.

However, my Hubby likes to be Spontaneous. The good thing about being Spontaneous is that He takes the decisions quickly. It’s indeed a good thing that despite beings spontaneous he takes quick and right decisions.

Having said all that, I being a minute to minute planner and He being a Spontaneous choose the best possible way to tackle/manage the issues.

• Food Habits

He loves to eat food in “Thali” style. Thali means there is a huge dish in which the main course with many accompaniments is served. So one gets a chance to enjoy tasting many and different flavors in food.

But when it comes to me, I prefer eating one main course with the bread. The accompaniment with the main course does not tempt me. So in a way I am very specific about what I am eating.

Again, despite having different choices in food, we enjoy eating. Trying different cuisines and above all cooking for each other different dishes. Yes! You read right, He cooks for me, infact he is definitely a better cook than me.

• Life-Style

I follow perfection. I keep my things, clothes etc in a very synchronize way.

But My hubby is a bit untidy. He keeps things wherever he gets space. Well then I know that almost all guys/bachelors have a natural-born tendency to be a bit untidy, hence I do sometimes ignore his habit. But then it doesn't mean his habit doesn't bug me and I'm sure I bug him well with my perfection too.

Happy Marriage is the Practical adjustments creating a healthy equilibrium between two people thought.

One has to understand that in today’s era a guy and the girl will have to help each other to carry the works efficiently. Gone are the days when the differentiation between the responsibilities of the man and woman were made.

I have never understood the concept of compromise. I have felt this strongly that Compromise means doing the thing with no personal interest and because one has left no choices. So, I find “to compromise” a very negative act to do. Therefore, I shall personally never follow or suggest anybody to Compromise in life, Marriage or any relationship. I believe in “Accepting willingly” rather than to compromise. One must respect and willingly accept the choices their soul mate makes. Taking decisions or Accepting the one, the decisions must make a person Happy and Satisfied.

 

The couple has to know the fact that marriage shall bring many changes to their simple living. They have to find a balance of their roles and responsibilities between economical, social and personal perspective.

For a girl, changes like moving to a new place, shall add new family members and new relatives are some of the prime changes to accept willingly. She will have to soon after the marriage, learn new steps and ways to carry on the things. So, here “Adapting” is the main key to all the puzzles. Adapting to new environment and people must be their priority after marriage.

They will have to catch the rhythm, follow each beat and match steps with each other and the family.

And when one shouts, other has to be silent and let the negative energy diffuses. Silence probably at that point means being Strong enough to handle the situation.

Relationship enriches when there is a time to Interact, “Listen” and Learn each other.

Indeed, some of the Greatest philosophies can be learnt but only if married. It is a through learning process. You learn from each other’s strengths. And hide the weakness of each other with your complementary strengths.

Just keep your honesty intact and you will find happiness. A great marriage is not when the 'perfect couple' come together. It is when an imperfect couple learns to enjoy their differences.

So the question arise again, Do opposites really attract? Well, I believed so. But at the end of the post I realized we are not as opposite as I thought we were. It’s interesting to explore that we having not much in common, found some common way to perform the best in us.

In science the Law of attraction works on the basis of Opposites Attracts.

Like a great Chinese symbol Yin-Yang. Like Yin-Yang, we have opposing qualities in phenomena. We transform each other. Also, like Yin Yang we create balance, a dynamic equilibrium. So until both energies do not vibrate in harmony with the other they will not be attracted to each other.

Indeed, the attraction lies in the opposing forces which are interconnected and interdependent in the natural world, giving rise to each other in turn.

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Now, I have started trusting in being a bit spontaneous. .I don’t need a plan-sheet to have fun. Amazingly,my hubby have also understood, in leading a good life with a good life-style, so he takes care not to keep wet towel on bed. These are simple things, sometimes might sound silly or serious. It’s absolutely your choice how you wanna handle the big and little things in Life. Be open to your thoughts. Accept the ideas provided by your partner and find the mutual best steps to be taken.

Never forget to add a little humor, humanity and hope to your humming thoughts. Being opposite is fine because you fill up the each other’s blanks. As long as you can respect and pay interests to each other’s differences, it is a beautiful thing.

I’m glad that, I and my hubby are opposite and very much complementary to each other. We have more options and choices to make out of the issue. And hence well goes the saying that “When a wife has a good husband it is easily seen in her face”.

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