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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my Life Creative Carnival

~ I have got few more reasons to celebrate and without sharing them with you all dear friends and readers the carnival is incomplete.

~ Firstly, I’m truly excited to know being a true loyal blogger on Blogspot that they have now just released the new template designer on Blogger. Kindly know easily how to change the templates from Blogger in Draft blog . Yes.. this is a Breaking News!

Go to your blog

> Dashboard > Layout > and next to HTML > Template Designer

Vivid variety and change with easy…wow..had been waiting for this since ages…CashON! It is absolutely free and enchanting experience for you and your blog!

~ Last year, when I was celebrating the blogger-blog Award giving away to my readers and bloggers, I realized immensely something beautiful took place. Though I forgot to mention this in certain link but the effect is all bright as ever. I still remember that day and regard one of my blessed moments!

Sir Gopinath owner of Blog-Artickles published one post exclusively for my blog! And said something about my blog(Humming Today) that has been most cheering thing – “With your blog, one really doesn’t need an occasion to celebrate, I guess…”
http://whatnonsanz.blogspot.com/2009/11/blogger-bond-award.html
I have got many more followers and friends ever since than… and believe to rejoice the blogger bond Award soon :)

~ Beginning this New Year, one of my post “A lifetime journey from Bombay to Mumbai” a true story of my life of realization was also selected as one of the best post for Spicy Saturday.

• Between I got lovely awards from Shruti, Ayu, Makk and Deepa!
• Also got in touch with some of the most creative souls Like Cory, Rhonda and Deepa! Bow to Them!
• Love you Madhulika, Pria and Lena!

~ Also one of my post in fact the first post "Oh! What an F-Word" of this New Year,2010 was selected as the best post of the month January,2010 for ColorsMagazine.

~ Moreover, my first post as a Guest-Post has also been published!
I’m truly excited and feel so blessed!

::Kindly go through the link mentioned below::

• Like..every person has a bit of philosopher in him/her and have his/her own a way of philosophy of life to define, look and explore the experiences, feelings, and fundamentals! I have tried to ponder, express the unexpressed thoughts and define my own quote that I follow in my life. ~ Top-Ten Simple Delights of Life/

• Thankyou Friends for being the part of my Creative Canival and sharing the bond! Do revert back with your views after you read my Guest Post "Top Ten Simple Delights of life" :)

~||. Celebrate Life..Keep the spark Alive..||~
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a Walk in the Woods

I walked a long way between those tiny little lanes. I did not even give a glance what was around me except the best earthy rough walls along the path. The sun is about to rise, the sky is already so orange. It’s a bit chilly but this red shawl wrapped around keeps me so warm. This shawl belongs to my mom, but on my last birthday, she gifted me. It is an aged preserved warm shawl and I love the harps and wraps of the knitted threads.

There is a strange salient silence. Though I find a mild chirping of the birds in my ears is building up my day. I uplift and walk. And walk a little more till I find the woods around. Long lustrous tall green trees are where I best fit in. The tender elongated climbers’ holding and cuddling the tree branches looks like the trees trinkets. Wish, the trinkets I had few mine. And look here I found my charms, the lovely smooth small colorful pebbles, which I picked some shortly. I enjoy the pebbles tangible. Perhaps a Child in ME!

In the rhyme sung, not that I’m literary humming but I find my mind already got few melodious lines to warble.

And here starts a steep walk over the hill. The scent of the wild yellow flowers and the evergreen leaves makes me feel a bit nostalgic. I have been here, many a times when I was a kid. I came here with my friend, a little girl. Yes! We came here all alone but accompanied by the bicycle.

..I creep in the dark and more I brighten up. crossing over all is what I want and I choose...

Today, again I have this same walk, a stroll in the woods. I’m not afraid of any wilderness in woods. I creep in the dark and more I brighten up. While I keep moving, I enjoy the rhythm of the rattling sound, I make with my feet.
It’s been a long time when the leisure is on my list.
I keep counting each step I make and each breath I take in.
No, I don’t puff; I’m content and happy to my view.
I leave behind the entire why, what, where, how the hollow questions, apprehensive pretentious taut touts. Yes! I skip and delete all.
~ Crossing over all is what I choose.

Then I look up above the taller than tall dark arching trees and to my surprise I find few sun rays clinging through the heavy gleaming evergreen leaves. I can feel the purity and fine mist all around. It makes the little sunshine even more beautiful. Yes! It is more beautiful when it shines on my skin. I suddenly see down to check my steps that I take in.

And before I could step ones more, I abruptly hold my feet up above a ground and get back with one step backwards. Here, I find a tiny Snail passing by. I look keenly to minor swifts it takes over the dry leaves. I fluttered my eyes and smiled at the snail. No, I don’t see any prince face into it…but just that I loved its moves being so cute. I love shells.

Rachi Creations..CLICK HERE to see the enlarged view.

I take a slight shift and safely leave the way of the snail. And I again sail into my boulevard of the inherent nature. Little by little I take tiny step with eloped stumbles and few jumps over the humble stones.

The cool breeze has already begun and I feel so captivated into the nature’s aura. I walk and then run a bit. There is strange yet a sensitive feeling to the gentle breeze passing through my hair.

The tingling lope to thoughts and memories cross. I waddle on into the treasured lane of ideas and innovations. The strange amalgamation of power and humbles I follow.

O dear! I just love this elementary trail..!
I pass through the sidewalk of river flowing. I get inspires with the undercurrent of the blue calm river. The sparkling of the sunshine over the water looks so sumptuous. There is definitely something common in me and river I insure!

A sheer delighted I get to see a humming bird sitting on the rocks. Out of the blue it gathers the courage and spreads her wings and flies away in the wind. I aspire to each swing of the moment. I want to reach there and occupy my space. My potential soars on my way. I keep walking and, though being slow but I don’t want to stop but keep my steps flow. And before I know it all, I smile!

As here is where I wanted to reach. I found my place, my rock of life indeed. It gives me strength and freedom to be me just the way I’m – The Me.

O+ dear!
It is..
The subtle yet the strong,
The mystery yet the truth,
The uncertainty yet the clarity,
The pain yet the care,
The dream yet the dare,
The want yet the desire,
The shy yet the flaunt,
The force yet the passion,
The rebel yet the virtue,
The royal yet the kind,
The woo yet the divine,
~ The verb yet the adjectives,

I walk a half way across more. I ran and as I run to hold the tickling in the stomach. The laughter fills all the pause, absence and silence in between. Giggles, smiles and charm we share.

This is the beautiful and wedge. A willful insight! The whispers in words! I would withstand and unfold all. The spherical dimension all around me emerge.

~ I name it as the wOman in Me, I care!
A worthwhile wriggle in woods but found a woman in me evolved! ~

“Women are not easy to understand. Famous authors and poets have extensively written about 'woman.' Yet, no one can claim to fully fathom her mind.”

I’m sure this thought must have rushed into your blood stream when you ended this post but that’s how I want to put all the scattered, elementary, earthy thoughts together in to a mix of witty yet wise wassail to exclaim!

I’m celebrating you and me!
Yes! My dear friend I’m celebrating woman in me!

NOTE:

• My childhood fantasy has been always much fascinated with the "Alice in Wonderland" story, an enthralling journey. Its not that I call myself as Alice, but definitely I live in Wonderland :)

• And enjoy the Womanhood completely with a Gurly walk and Live the Life like a Princess!(Click Princess)

• Love to quote of my female friend saying, “~There are only two kinds of people in this world _ Female and Non-Female…Which category do you come..?”

• Happy Woman’s Day – 8thMarch,2010

~Celebrate Life..keep the Spark Alive..~

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Time Travel

• TIME TRAVEL – halts at school
• [This is the true shots based on my personal life. Words and incidents captured from the Journal written during my school days (Class XII). Also have added few photocopy of the pages in SnapShot at the end of the post. Not much changed has been made…except few grammatical corrections…]
• This post is an attempt to bind friends together, bind the memories and travel through time back excatly TEN years ago, which halts at School the best days of my life, creating eternal bond!
• Kindly bear this post as a long one! Hope you enjoy the joy in the  journey of true words!

09.02.2001

Today was a very nice day! The assembly in was conducted by the “Kanaklata House”. (There are total four houses in school, Kanaklata, Kamakhya, Brahmaputra, Nilachal..names based on the mountains and river of Assam)

• NEXT:

In the morning assembly Korobi and Jaya’s (JayaLalita) Birthday was announced. We all clapped a loud. Interestingly the twist was, Today was not Jaya’s Birthday. It was a huge surprise not only for Jaya but also for us. She kept staring our faces in the shocked expressions. Me and Payal were busy in holding our giggle on the corner of the stage. We were noticed by Srikant Sir (My English Sir)! Though I guess, he must have made out that it was our mischief. Perhaps, this Time it was’nt we! They were our dear chasing classmates Boyzzz!

• NEXT:

Today the students of the “Hindi Kakshya” (room dedicated in the school for Hindi Subject) were asked to sit in the class X-B during the free periods, as Gosawmi Sir (Our Hindi Sir) did not turn up due to certain reason.

I, Payal, Sahana, Namita, Korobi, Babita were in the group enjoying in the class.
Payal was singing songs of the film “Mohobattein” and I with Sahana was trying to picturesque the whole song by dancing and doing weird acting. There were many incidents in between that took place while we were dancing. Those incidents are really very funny and almost impossible to express in words. Total hilarious mountains! While I’m still writing the verdict, I’m smiling alone in the room where nobody is around.

There was no pause over our laughter. Really, Sahana made each and every passing moment so funny. I was the Heroine and she was the Hero of the song sequence. We did not slip even one beat of the song. She grabed my hand and took me into her arms and gracefully just like SRK left me to dance on my own. Seriously we could even give run to the real stars…we were so good into dancing. Payal was our tape recorder. Stopped and got forward in all the songs that we wanted her to sing. We had a great time together, laughing and singing. Namita, Korobi and Babita were the live audience, applauding to our moves!

• NEXT:

Anupum Sir was teaching us Physics. It was a nice class, why..!
Let me tell you what happened today. He came into our class and took out a huge book and searches randomly some very confusing problem. He wrote the question on the board. Then asked us to find the solution of the question.

I and Payal looked each other face insanity. She lifted her eyebrow to ask if I knew it. My facial expression expressed that I was also in the same boat with her. Soon we were observed by Sir. He came to us and first asked Payal, “Bujhi sa (Do u Understand!)”. She said “No”.

He leaned forward to her desk, shifted all her books on to many side of table and wrote the whole solution on the desk with the chalk explaining the equation. When he was writing on her desk I was also trying to understand and simultaneously copied the same in my notebook. The moment he was done with it, he abruptly rubbed and cleared the solution with his hand. Well this is the way he always does.

Soon he gave a glance over me, and asked, “Understood”. I replied, “No Sir”. He gave a cute little smile and explained me too in the same manner each and every step of the equation. This was really very sweet of him, taking so much of pain to explain. But I still could not get the formula right. Perhaps, mean while I was also busy in sniffing the cool sweet cologne he had used today. Apparently, he is popular in school for his cool strong Colognes!

• NEXT:

Today was also a CCA (Class Cultural Activity) program’s drawing Competition. The topic was “PICNIC WITH THE FAMILY” for the seniors and “NATURAL CALAMITY for juniors” (I come into senior Category). One hour were given to complete the painting. Srikant Sir(our English Teacher), being the co-coordinator of the CCA program was present there for the whole ONE hour.

His presence of disturbance for me started with a strange compliment!
He said, “So you been learn drawing at home..”,
I replied instantly, “No, Sir”.
~ At this with a strange laugh he replied, “What! You don’t learn drawing and get the first prize every time by itself.”
In some firm yet humble tone, I said, “Sir, This is my hobby.”
His was looked happier to my reply that drawing is my hobby.

So here from given one hour, I lost my 5minutes and 55 minutes started:

Then for next ten minutes I kept thinking, how stupid topic was given to draw.
I wondered, “what made Sir decide such topic, PICNIC WITH THE FAMILY..”

Again, the next ten minutes I brought some scenery sketch into my mind and tried to lay same on the drawing sheet.

Within next ten minutes I finished my drawing and was ready to color it. By the time, numerous times Sirkant Sir kept disturbing me by standing around me. I really can’t concentrate to paint or draw when people are around me, especially when people are teachers.
~ I feel very uncomfortable, when somebody is constantly staring me and my drawing which is yet to be completed. It was one of the most irritating moments of the hour.

Soon keeping an eye on the time passing by, I tried in completing my painting as quickly as possible. I thought, I already lost five minutes talking to Sir and rest minutes in thinking about the weird topic.

In my painting, PICNIC WITH THE FAMILY, I made a huge umbrella set on the banks of the river, under which a husband is sitting and feeding a child, next to it a wife playing with their little daughter and a cute puppy with the ball around. An air is blowing breezily and the woman at the same time is enjoying the scenery.

And suddenly Srikant Sir commented that the woman should be sitting there and play with the baby and the man must play with that little girl.

I wondered again, “it is just a painting Sir..why go into so much details…”
Moreover, I was contradicting with his views too!

Anyway, I confidently replied, “Sir this woman is of 21st century, thus she is enjoying the beauty and bliss of the place, where as the man is sitting under the ORDERS given of his wife to take care of the little child.”

The answer was full of logic and laughter filled the room. I even noticed Art sir at the corner laughing a loud at the answer.

Okay, this was one the Jamuni (in Assamese we call it as funniest..) and most memorable moment of the day!

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Finally with all the best wishes of my friends and juniors of the school…my painting was complete at the dot moment.

• NEXT:

I mostly while painting, don’t watch what others are painting. It gives me tension before hand! And it results that I start doing the worst, while I worry. This is what I today experienced when I somehow saw from a far distance, the drawing of Purnimal, Somyajeet (Both my classmates) and Ravi Shanker (Ultimate painter, Brigu bhaiya’s younger brother).

• NEXT:

It is really bad of me. In a way, I can see that mostly what I think happens. May be it is the will-power or just a sheer co-incident. While I was painting..(Honestly! I dint wanted to happen things so bad for anyone) I was thinking of Purnimal and Somyajeet. It was just a blink for a Micro second a Negative Thought that Struck in My Mind. Finally I was surprised to see the things turn up this way. Both the guys did a beautiful drawing…simply expraordinary..but both were a truly unlucky..as their paintings were incomplete.

It was a strange experience observed!

• NEXT:

In the Last period, we found these applications. Something that we are learning in our English class, to write Notice and Application! Interestingly we applied it to our real daily life too!
~ Kindly check the links too at the end of the post in SnapShop.

Boyz said:

To,
The School Captain,
School
Guwahati,

09/02/2001

Sub: Application for switching in the fan of our side.

Maadaam;
We beg to state, u that due to feeling of hotness in our body, we request u to kindly switch the fan on.
We all will be very gratefull towards this act of yours.

Thanking you,
Yours aagyakari(Sincere) friends
Class XII boys

Girl's reply:

NOTICE (For class XII boys)

We girls don’t want to loose our energy, so we’ll not switch on the fan of your side.
ADVICE: From tomorrow onwards bring AC.
WARNING: If you don’t obey my orders then remember, my Right Hand Sahana has a big file,
“So please be Careful”

Sign
School Captain

~ The switches of the fans and light were at the girls side wall so all this drama of Application and Notice happaned.

• NEXT:

Back at home, today, I learnt SWOT analysis, taught my my paa.
S-Strength
W-Weakness
O-Opportunity
T-Threat
By such analysis we can develop ourselves into a much successful person. ~ “SWOT=Study Hard!”

• NEXT:

Two days latter, I have been today declared as the first prize winner of the CCA programe’s drawing competition. It was Srikant Sir announcing on the stage. More than me Tanushree was happy, as she is the house captain of the “Kamakhya House”. My winning have added the high score points to our house. It was a great feeling to see my friends getting so happy for my deeds. Preeti, Trishani, Afreen hugged and congratulated me and Tanushree. Jaya, came running to me and started shouting in her very soft voice, “Party… party!”

• NEXT:

(maa-paa)Ammy and Appa are very happy for me and my prize. Appa told me that on Saturday there is another painting competition for celebrating the “Productivity Week”.
I’m so glad that he like me participating and encourages me so well every time.

NOTE:

• Goswami Sir(Hindi Sir): It was rare if he ever missed his class, perhaps that day was an exception. He is one of the Best Teacher for our batch. Been most encouraging and loving at heart.
• Srikant Sir (English Sir): One of the most intellectual and philosophical teacher. Our batch shall always remember his teaching and the way he was perfect and systematic in everything he did.
• CCA is Class Curricular Activities in school.
• The snap shot have the writing is of year 2001. between class XII.

  
  

Rachana Journal YEAR-2001

* Kindly Check here the SNAP SHOTS *

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Hello Honey - 55fiction #06

Note: 55 Fictions is precise form of micro-fiction that refers to the works of fiction limited to a maximum of fifty-five words.

HELLO honey! ~ 55fiction

Since evening;
HE has made call at least seven times,
.
Desperately yet another time
he tries luck and
calls in an hour again.
.
I took the handset in my hand and..
..replied firmly,
"SHE has not yet returned home.."
.
He could not identify my voice again;
perhaps thought that he was speaking to my MOM !!

Note:

• Have you ever tried fooling others on phone..!?
• You might like to read more my 55fictions - HERE.
• The above drawing is made by ME as a part and extention of  my art in...  Rachi Creations..1 ~ "Rachi Creations..2"

1st The Colors Magazine’s blog post contest “Show your best” have choose Oh what an F-word post of this blog as the Winner for the month January as for being a little bit more creative, a little bit more original, a little bit more attractive. Click the links and enjoy!

• Check out The Colors Magazine for their new "Show Your Best Contest". The post I announce for the contest is the First post of my the faboulous month February, "Everyone needs a personal Cheerleader". Cheer to the Spirit of Lena :)

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Smile Surrender Survive - dedicated Service

Fittest will Survive
Finest will Smile
Smile will surrender...
Positively..
...I will Survive to Smile
and Surrender to the Service..

Smile is one and only language that world understands effortlessly. Perhaps, please don’t forget to brush your teeth ;) before you smile.
Also remember to (Dedication to GREEN-Blog),
keep the water-tap closed when water not used~ 
however let the smile flow and be always inviting and bringing people more closure!

...glance
at your smile and
I will blush that does how will create together the
~comPassion..

It is always such a relieved feeling to see a smile in person's face, you know they are happy and you know now looking at the mesmerizing smile you are Happy as well with a smile on your lips too. That's the magic of the curve on the lips.

Many philosophers, artists, photographers’ painters and poets gave created their beautiful version of happiness and remarkable art pieces. They have been inspired, impressed and bowed to the expression smile.

Perhaps, we often forget that the best piece and million dollar art piece is the one that we carry on our own lips, an apparent Smile indeed!

Flash and ignite the aura with your smile.
Know that someone is capturing your smile in their heart forever.
Let it be the finest pose of you and the best gift that you can give to someone!
The reasons are many, perhaps some I have expressed below…to show how Smile have inspired me everytime:

Smile captured (c) Amit Semwal ~ Click to see enlarge view of Photo

• Smile fond of Happiness:

Smile and uplift the aura instantly with the sparkles of happiness. Smile can add you bonus as brace from your long tiring busy working hours. See when you smile you instantly vanish the force and pressure of work in a flash, leaving you ignited and all excited. Get yourself a smile and enhance the aura around. Let people notice and remenber you as a cheerful person :)

• Play it safe and sound with smile:

Don’t you show your grin when people does not want it. It will only worsen your situation. Sometimes you really need to be calm and understanding to the things, people and issues around you. Don’t try making others feel uncomfortable with your unnecessary loud laugh, perhaps always remember showing teeth can also be mistaken to making-fun, which you definitely did not wanted to happen...!
~ Smile has its own sensuality, preserve it.

• Smile has no Age Barrier:

Be it a little kid or old person, smile creates magic in all ages and give you immense happiness.
Smile adds to your age. When you smile it boost your confidence making you feel alive again and even encourages you to smile as it does improves your face value after all.
Any age, get a smile pill everyday and it will get you instant glow.
~ Take a mirror and practice smile, look how prettier you look now!

• Smile makes you tasks Effortless:

When you smile you instantly pass the positive vibe to others. It does brighten up your day.
Consider this, when you smile to a person, who is the part of the daily routine, it makes the duties easier. You look forward to the warmth and feeling of being secured that smile carries with it.

~ Person works so hard and at the end of a day it is definitely a smile that rejuvenates the cells and give energy.
~ Do you Remember that cute smile of a sweet little girl who broke a vase but her smile made your anger vanished!
~ Give a smile to a guy at the coffee shop…check how nice coffee with the quick service is made.

Well this is definitely not the misuse perhaps the proper human way one must do.
I smile in dismay on the people who think smile can be misused.
~ Smile is never a waste!
~ All gain straight away with a Curve on the lips.
O yes! You definitely got something to smile about and feel good too. And somebody rightly said,
"If you’re not using your smile, you’re like a man with a million dollars in the bank and no checkbook."

• Smile assists you to shine:

A cute smile sure puts you in a positive mindset almost everyday and every time.
It can make you add more effort and attention to the work. All you need to smile and appreciate other’s affection! Smile is just a reminder that you are fortunate to have a beautiful life and a much beautiful day.
~ Smile, why hide your beam that which brightens the aura and you shine like supreme!

• Smile boosts your confidence and shoots the ego:

Very important, Smile and surrender you ego!
You know you haven’t spoken that person for ages perhaps the wonder that words could not do, a smile might just click that right spot. Smile and ego falls. It’s like face the fear and fear is no more. You face it with a smile and everyone around surrenders you.
~ Nothing can be bigger and intense than a smile!
~ One cannot ignore or dilute the upshot and after effect of the smile.
It definitely brings one down to earth and humbles enough to act in response back quickly with a kind smile. Smile reciprocates only a smile very naturally.
Smile is like a mirror,  a Smile reflects back the same :)

• Here I remember the perfect lines of my fav. Singer Shania Twain song ‘Up’

“Even something as simple as
Forgettin' to fill up on gas
There ain't no explanation why--
things like that can make you cry
Just gotta learn to have a laugh..”

So when things get mess…Learn to take a laugh!
~ They choose to scream but you prefer a smile.
SMILE is the quickest fix to all the Bad Mood, perhaps I want you to smile and I shall follow you back, multiplying the giggles with a cranckling miraculous sound, making your pain and worries vanishes!

~ When I see you smile, it makes me smile too...hope You are smiling right now :)

Note:

• The above picture is captured by Amit Semwal aka the Photographer. Wonder is this magic of his photography skills or in real sense the inherent ingenious human smile! Cheer to u buddy! You always win in inspiring me.
• Also promoting :) Mahesh's idea to create a Green-Blog! Yep..one is also a green blog :-) ~Thanks a ton for introducing me this Green concept!!

• Let the video loads completely:
• Njoy dats one of  my fav. vedio of my fav. singer ;)
• Remb. Smile Dil se..

...I will Survive to Smile
and Surrender to the Service..

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Everyone needs a Personal Cheerleader

Few weeks back I was watching “Australian Open” match, and something that captured my attention apart from the enforced match between the players was the cheerleaders present there. It took courage in me to convey my regards to have made the things willingly wonderful.

I got speechless but the words ran in my mind with true emotions in my heart. An echo with bang in my head,

“I would have been in vain. I would not have been ME. Worst would have been that there would not have been MORE of ME. I would not have been the Creation and the creativity within and beyond.

I would have never believed to say “I’m my happiness”, which my friend propagated me to inspire.

Trust me if I didn’t had my own Cheerleader, I would have lost to all my loses and lost to all my wins, perhaps been a complete gone astray!”

Hence, I owe me to you, my dear the cheerleader!
~ And I proclaim this with pride.


Icheer4U ~::Click here to see the Enlarge Photo for better view!

Because charity begins from home, my personal cheerleaders list has my maa-paa on top, followed by my all the Teachers, my close school friends, my colleges, my loved-ones, my hubby and my Creator!

I didn’t wait for my cheerleaders ever to motivate me; perhaps they habitually consistently came along the path of my life and destiny with a genuine appreciation. Yes Guys, I’m truly blessed like anyone else!

• There was no too much of praise to make me dependent on their words,
• There was no unfairness to welcome my work unwillingly,
• There was no manipulation for personal gains,
• There was no exaggeration to harm the bond being shared between me and them.
• Rather it was seldom when I was ever left alone wondering. Perhaps, they often took me in admiration with their presence.
• They had been there to pat my back when I did well and slap me ‘Chapak’ when I devalue, and gave me the big bear hug when I needed the most.

They empathetically understood and reciprocated the same in all situations. And someone truly said, ‘There has been enough Liberty from someone only when u thinks that he/she is close enough to be given that Leverage.’

Perhaps, everyone need their Personal Cheerleaders!
~ And I got some mine, truly mine!

Cheerleaders when clapped, applaud me at the best, though being at the last row, made noise and called the name loud. This only multiplied the enthusiasm with their wings of love fluttered.

~ I wanted to tell them all always but I never got chance perhaps through this post want to take chance to say that ‘U been too good to me. More than I could expect...and beyond that I could ever tell U’...Luv u for that Always :)

Cheerleaders’ always uncomplicated the situation and redefined the undefined relationship.

They themselves being so dynamic brought their best positive vibe to create a flow of the best in you and boosts up your confidence. Their strength and the selfless unconditional love have been unbeatable. It does not matter you win or lose the match, but they will be there with and besides you comforting you. They helped me to conquer my disappointment and doubts, in their own beautiful cheering way.

My cheerleaders were not only to stand beside me and congratulate me for my doings but they were also there when I lost my interest. When nothing urged me to rejuvenate, my cheerleaders brought back the inspiration with an aspiration to cherish and celebrate further.

And like some Management Guru said, “One has to derive various ways to motivate the mankind skillfully, so that he/she can feel in real sense charged towards discharging their duty with pleasure.” It is like, “Motivation helps the mankind to enhance the productivity in all works of life.”

Sometimes I definitely look forward to the unfair compliment when I cook the meal awfully bad or make repetitive boring drawing. It is like managing the meal with the merging thoughts to make it even better next time. Possibly, I wish to get my share of due for my humble little efforts made.

~ Praiseful words most of the time does not do harm but only enhance the things around, and I like to accept this as true. Undoubtedly, I’m aware and am working on my weakness.

Perhaps, without my cheerleader I wouldn’t have bounced back to recreate and reflect anything but words that are more delicious...munch and enjoy them.

So this is a payback time, let me give it a green house effect!

A tight teddy bear hug for you, under the big lustrous Green leafy Tree where we converse the most...conceivably am not talking about of the Chipku Movement. But a green generated the good between..

~ While this time I sit at the other side of the table,

Sipping a Coffee Cuppa and

Cheer for you always..

.. in the Contest of Life!

Note:

• Big thank you to all My CheerLeaders…each one of you are considered uniquely special to have made a huge difference into my life mission and am truly blessed to owe you! God Bless:)

And Yes! I want to believe that you got the Best Cheerleader in Me for You!

• Would'nt you make an effort to Thank, your Cheerleaders of Life..!
• The collage ABOVE ^ with the colorful patch pasting of old magazine paper chits ((kinda promoting the Recycle Process in the Creative Form)) has been created by ME and inspired by very talented Madhulika's adorable art work. ~Check her blog Link to see more of creative idea.

...All I want to say to Her that,

“Look Gurl! What unbelievable infinite finest thing have you brought in me, with your little kind praiseful words...” which provoked me to sing and dance on one toe to discover the divine being in me!

Check out The Colors Magazine for their new Show Your Best Contest. The post I announce for the contest is the First post of my this be very new brilliant year, "Oh what an F-Word!". This is Lena's Best way to Cheer :)

Icheer4U ~ keep the spark Alive..

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a lifetime journey from Bombay to Mumbai

[Today being the Republic Day, I'm here sharing a is the true story based on the personal eventual life experience. Read the post patiently as the details in between is important to grasp for understanding the ultimate edge and twist of the tale present at the end. Kindly bear this as long post.]

I was a happy child barely ten years old, always painting and dancing around. To go school and to play were acts in the list of the standard routine I had to do daily just like any other child.

We were staying in Baroda, Gujarat. My uncle who was working in Bombay then (named as Mumbai now) invited us on the Diwali vacation to spend the time together with his family.

Preferably all arrangements were made to go but as my father had few projects at the dot line, so he decided to join us latter directly at Bombay.

Consequently, I with my mom went alone to Bombay in the train. I remember it was not my first visit to the city however it was the first trip to this city through the train. Earlier than this trip we visited Bombay in car and that drive was totally different. It was interesting because of its magnificent stopover in between at the day time. Perhaps this being an overnight journey we had no option but to sleep early in the train.

However, next day early morning we reached safely and found my uncle waiting on the platform for us. He came to receive us, hence there was no more worrying on our side

I and my uncle share a very close affectionate bond always. Though he loves me like his little daughter but treats me as his best buddy ever since my childhood. Hence my inclination and fondness for him has been always there. In addition to this, I owe some of my best moments and memories of life with him.

My stay and vacation at Bombay was a great time spent all together. It was a complete delight for me being a little girl. I made as many as my friends with the neighboring children and played merely all the time.

One fine day, my uncle told me that he will take me tomorrow to his Office for a small visit. I was too excited and keen to go to watch his Office and his workings.

Next day I woke up early with the excitement and got ready quickly. I wore my favorite cream color frill-skirt and soon followed by having done the heavy breakfast, we hurried to catch the train. We changed two local trains, one bus and one auto rickshaw to reach the destination.

Running entirely to catch the train was just a first lesson of the day! Wow!! I was realizing the rush and dust of the city. Traveling at Bombay is by itself an experience. And having said that all it was also a real big and busy day of my life to realize how hard all throughout the day my dear uncle works. Perhaps, after lots of physical activity, we reached the Office.

I can still recall that he used to spend almost 12 hours everyday working and the traveling time was separate to be counted. Nevertheless, I never saw him losing his smile, a definite genuine smile! He was in the Hospitality Industry and he knew that well. He worked at Juhu Centaur Hotel (today the hotel is known as the Tulip Star Hotel).

I was very much fascinated to see the big hotel. It was tall and spectacle patterned building standing firm. In early nineties, this Juhu Centaur Hotel was one of the finest and most popular reputed hotels. I had seen the visitors’ side, the glamorous luxurious well-furnished angle of the hotel. This was my second visit to the hotel, however it was the first time I was allowed to go through the staff-gate.

After security check, I entered the hotel with my uncle through the staff-gate. The first thing I noticed were those white chef coats dressed man with huge chef caps on their head. Although people were just rushing here and there, yet they never forget to greet each other with an integral smile.

Many of them came to my uncle, said “Good Morning”, followed by “Hello” to me. And I simply loved that moment of the day.

Then, my uncle took me straight away in the main kitchen at the bakery & patisserie room. I still bear in mind the moment I came into the aura of the Bakery, I could smell the sweet strong scent of the vanilla, and no sooner my mouth was full of water. As he opened the door of the room and we walked in, I realize that I was standing around the cakes, pastries and chocolates. It was a complete delight place for a ten years old small girl, who was a core lover of chocolate.




My uncle told the other chef present there, that I was his niece. My uncle had some work, so he left me in the bakery room.

This Chef was busy doing icing on the cakes, and this was first time I was noticing that this man definitely was unbeatable in his talent of doing so swift yet subtle and beautiful icing on the cakes, making delicate flowers all around. He was simply supreme at his work.

Suddenly, I heard him saying, “Rachana, you would love to eat pastry, choose from here.”
I got shocked to see that he knew my name somehow. Without answering him, I questioned him back in a most cute and humble voice, “How do you know my name uncle?”

He took a quick look at me with a modest curve on his lips and said something that I could not forget till date and feel so humbled for his gestures. He said, "I know you and your name too as I’m the one who make cake for you every year on your birthday in September."

Wow, that was just too little much for me to hear and cherish forever.
Yeah, how could I forget that every year, my loving uncle came my birthday, making an over-night journey in train from Bombay to Baroda! He used to come with a huge cake-box in his hand, protecting it from the rainy splash; perhaps my birthday comes in the peak of the rainy season. I still cherish, the moment when I used to wake up in the morning hearing his voice. He used to be the first one in the morning to HUG me and wish me “Happy Birthday”. Quickly than I used to run to see in the refrigerator to check the design of the cake he had brought, which used to be made just that same evening before catching up the train.

And apparently that cake was made by, this brilliant Chef!

In the mean time, my uncle came back to take me and by then I had already relish a lovely black-forest pastry. I did not know that my uncle had taken an optional holiday before Diwali festival and had come to hotel only to complete urgent some paper work. Certainly I was thoroughly enjoying, the discovering and the learning opportunity with him to see the operation management working successful right through.

He then took me to his boss office too.
His boss office was quite far and we had to walk a lot. For me it was great moment as I was simply thrilled to see the happening around. Huge vessels, and somewhere in the corner people were doing some flambé, some people pulling big trolleys loaded with fruits…the things to discovery were plenty at every single foot step. We went through many short cuts, went from the behind doors of the conference hall, banquet halls and there came one restaurant too.

We covered together few stairs more, and I realized entering into a very weird place. Weird as I perceived a peculiarly creepy and unbelievable sight. I noticed abruptly the hall which was all shaded in black, there were curtains half burnt, a red carpet burnt in patches, furniture completely destroyed and burnt and all around there were glass and mirror pieces scattered. Also I noticed a yellow tape string running over to divide and avoid entering the other side of the tape. This tape was at the both sides of the walking path, from where we were passing by. Capturing the havoc looking scene around, I could not resist the confusion and asking him, “What happened here, Uncle?”

He promptly replied my query and said, ‘Nothing, an accident took place. A gas cylinder busted sometime here.'
Yeah! It looked very much like that. I understood that and moved on.

Soon we reached, to my uncle’s boss cabinet. His boss seemed very much warm hearted and there too I was completely pampered with chocolates. No wonder, he knew me too, as he had read all my letters and seen the self hand-made greeting-cards sent to my uncle from me.
I was in a way surprised to see and discover the bond being shared between each staff member of the hotel. 

Evidently it was day to learn many lessons of the challenging life

Time rolled on and I grew up. But the spark and spirit of the Hospitality Industry people made a sure huge impression over me, because of which I could not resist to joining Institute of Hotel Management over MBBS after class 12.

If someone asks my opinion, I hardly find any difference that exists between the people working in hotel and other working in Hospital. Perhaps, both the persons come under the same category of the hospitality industry and their purpose is to serve.

Nevertheless, the awesome participation of the staff members of the Taj and Oberoi hotel on the 26/11, have been remarkably acclaimed and shall be cherished throughout the history.

OK Back to the story line!

Years passed and months fluttered…since my most memorable visit at the Centaur Hotel made, countless changes have been taken place. The name and the ownership of the hotel changed from Centaur Hotel to Tulip Star Hotel. Astonishingly the name of the city has also changed since then. The city Bombay renamed as Mumbai.

Yet the sparkling attractions of the city owing to charm of the celebrities, amending hard-working people, huge festivals, sea, merging culture, and bounce back attitude still exits to add up the spice in the spirit of the city.

Years latter, I was doing my MBA. I was no more a kid but the lasting memories of childhood always existed making me cheerful. Perhaps, I considered myself fortunate to have been able to experience the best in early stage of life, adding to my awareness. This was the forth and final semester of the course. And by then my age was 22!

It was almost the winding time of the college and only exams were left to give a shot. In between there was a huge study leave. So there is no more attending the lectures, no more working late nights on the projects, no more to make the PPT. We friends had enough time to go out the campus and have lots of fun in and out of the hostel.

Perhaps, study-leave does not mandatory states only to study, I guess! And the matter of the fact is that study-leave is the best time to enjoy a lot of life at the fullest. Interestingly I utilized my study-leave at the best ;)

My friends suggested watching the movies for a change during the break. Well the movies not just any but the movies of substance. The movies which were critically appreciated Oscar award nominated or the one which had fetched some good acclaimed awards in protecting the best stories.

We brought everyday one cd on rent and saw a huge list of movies like, Pursuit of Happiness, Little Miss Sunshine, Hazaar Chaurasi Ki Maa, Black, Page 3, Gladiator, Shoot Out at Lokhandwala, Company, Water and…Black Friday…

It was May 2007 and we were watching the Black Friday movie on the computer of my roommate. We made the room dark, pulling back the curtains to experience the perfect effect. Now adjusting the volume and the movies runs smoothly.

One who is not familiar with the movie Black Friday; let me tell you very briefly few facts of the movie as follows:

This movie is based on the true story based on the Bombay bombings which were in a series of 13 bomb explosions that took place in Bombay (now Mumbai), Maharashtra, India on March 12, 1993. The coordinated attacks were the most destructive bomb explosions in Indian history. The single-day attacks resulted in up to 250 civilian fatalities and 700 injuries. The evidence uncovered pointed to the involvement of underworld D-Company, This movie is based on Black Friday - The True Story of the Bombay Bomb Blasts, a book by S. Hussain Zaidi, the film is made by Anurag Kashyap as an attempts to recreate those events and the intense feelings that followed them. It won the Grand Jury Prize at the Indian Film Festival of Los Angeles and was a nominee for the Best Film (Golden Leopard) award at the Locarno International Film Festival. Black Friday was not released in Indian theaters for 2 years, as on the eve of its release, a petition seeking a stay was filed by the people named in the film, the alleged perpetrators of the crime. Since the verdict was still pending. British director Danny Boyle has cited Black Friday as an inspiration for his 2008 award-winning film Slumdog Millionaire. Boyle stated that a chase in one of the opening scenes of Slumdog Millionaire was based on a "12-minute police chase through the crowded Dharavi slum" in Black Friday.

The story proceeded at the mid way, describing the conspiracy of planting the bombs at different parts of the city Bombay (Mumbai). As I had already visited the city couple of times and hence was very much aware of most the places stated in the movie. This made much easier to follow and see simultaneously the story line.

• Locations attacked are as follows:

Fisherman's Colony in Mahim causeway; Zaveri Bazaar; Plaza Cinema;Century Bazaar; Katha Bazaar; Hotel Sea Rock; Plaza Theatre; Lucky Petrol; Worli; Santa Cruz; Area opposite of Century Bazaar; Passport Office; Bombay Stock Exchange Building; Sahar Airport; Air India Building Hotel Centaur and Hotel Juhu Centaur;

~~~```````````Hotel Juhu Centaur!!

It took me a set back for couple of minutes. The feeling was awful, maybe because of my very salient personal and emotional attachment with the place. It was more than 13 years, but my feeling still strongly intact to the Hotel Juhu Centuar. I could no more see the movie which was depicting the forms of destroy and despair in the city and apparently in the Centaur Hotel.

The movie got over, leaving a tiny tear slipping my cheek. There was a strange feeling lingering the soul. That whole night I kept wondering the scary scenes and the whole conspiracy. The movies is so well made that one might just feel like believing as if the things are happening right there in front of the eyes live.

Next morning, after the terrific turmoil, I all alone decided to watch the movie ones again. Forwarding and slipping few strong scenes. There was again the same thing that hocked my attention.

I watched much keenly the same scene of planting the bombs in the city.

Hotel Juhu Centaur …#..*…! Echoed in my head badly !!!!..........!!!!!!

There was a sudden pause in my thinking, a strange vacuum in my thoughts and here was a flash. In the micro second my brain started analyzing and speculating the things, making a bit difficult to grasp it.

I recalled the burnt curtain…burning patch in carpet…smoky walls…fully blown window mirrors…That was not the cylinder busting accident, I doted!

Conceivably the year, I went to spend my Diwali vacation at Mumbai…perhaps it was the same year, 1993…

My uncle could not tell the truth to his niece, considering the humble age to understand anything in between the context. Correctly, accurately and barely I was only ten years old then.

It has been the most conflicting moment of my life to understand and accept the fact after 13 years; I got to know the daunting truth which left back an irreversible scare. I’ve seen plenty of things in my life that had a disturbing impact. None stand out as much as this one moment provided by a bizarre twist of fate flash that shook my soul forever. This incident of my life made me more empathetic and compassionate towards the life. Probably, this incident was also one more reason to have my heart pound and bleed badly looking at the 26/11 live for 72hours.

The bomb-planter at the Juhu Centaur hotel took bomb in the suitcase. He got arrested and faces a maximum punishment of life imprisonment by the court. I have found a link to his real confessional statement about the steps and procedures carried in bomb planting at Hotel Juhu Centaur, injuring three persons and causing a damage of Rs 2.1 crore to the building.  You will be amazed to read his quotes. Please go through this LINK toooo.

Note:

• I want to humbly thank, Madhulika who suggested us to watch the movies.
• Nupur for her computer being used to watch the movie.
• Heartily thanks to my uncle .R. who gave me an opportunity to visit the internal hotel, which added so much of experience to my life.
• Anurag Kashyap, for making such a heart-felt movie which holds the true extract and litmus test of the historical incident reflection.
• And Thank you Readers for your constant support..Love Yeah!

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Daily Delights

Earthy Tea cup (c) Amit Semwal

I absorb creativity in my every motion and moments of living in the real world. I do love dreaming and the flight of the imagination but than the best and most striking sight to consider the creativity for me are in the daily normal life and in every solitary step.

There is a continuous stream of creativity flowing around, beyond and within me. I get the best thoughts of ideas when I’m on the bed and just before the sleeping. I think of things and just the varied random things of my daily living, about the people associated with my life. And when the thought of idea pops into my mind, I interestingly don’t hop off the bed to make notes rather lie down more with my laziness and enjoy the fleeting moments and observe the flits the wave of colors of my mind.

Creativity attracts me from anywhere and everywhere. It creeps in every split second with the change of motion and state is a beautiful way of exploring the best in self indeed.

The journey of searching that distinctly right idea is by itself so captivating. But the matter of fact is that, there is no quest for the chase of creativity. Creativeness comes so naturally by just lifting our thoughts at a diverse level. It is indeed a unique way of looking the things around. It’s the way of seeking the enhanced sense of well-being and lifestyle. It is the risk, the kick, the tick of instant moments of life. Life is neither controlled nor certain yet life is full of courageous creativeness choices.

Say a walk on the road looking at my own steps taken over the small pebbles and sand. In the market looking at the grocery shop and watching how delightfully the shopkeeper have kept different vegetables in such a synchronize way. Another shop of household things and looking shampoo’s vivid pouches hanged on the bamboo stick covering the corner wall.

The lavishing snacks corner of the market where people enjoy the pucchka/gol-pappa/pani-puri. A person put the whole and larger than their jaws pani-puri in one shot into the mouth. Immediately there is a flush of spicy water inside their mouth, pouring down the joy over their faces. It is one of the totality expressions of experience and creativity for me to view and enjoy.

I love watching the birds holding tiny twig into their beaks and flying off and those cute puppies playing around the car. I also enjoy watching the faces of people and their peculiar expressions made either while speaking or smiling. Nothing like counting them on the scale of good and bad but just the wrinkles and lines on their face is a unique way of exquisite balance in life and again the creativity for me to seek effortlessly.

It wasn’t a deliberate sweat made to look out for the things around but then the nature has it own beautiful way of readily responding to your senses.

There are many other moments of daily life which I love drenching into the essence. Like in a day the changing colors of the sky, looking the people passing by the lane and their shadows following them, staring at the wall scratch still in no motion and discovering the symmetrical silhouette into it, gazing the pigeons at the window, recollecting the memory and remembering a particular aroma of the food or the sound of particular place reminding of old days.

Everything has its own way of stirring and striking a chord the impressions of experiences of life.

Have you ever stared blankly at the clock, looking at the hand of the clock ticking minutes, connecting each dot and without missing even one second?

It inspires and delights me to not miss even a single moment of bliss. I love the heights and the depths of thoughts and wish not to miss the surface of beauty that lies in the fragments of daily life. This isn’t a deliberate effort made to do so but there are things that get noticed without being intense and without an intention.

Do you ever play your favorite songs cd and listen quietly doing your other work? Perhaps you never give credit to the music which created an ambiance and also enhanced your great mood to work more efficiently.

I take pleasure in the simple yet so powerful vibes in patterns. These are my ways of observing the expressions of originality and meaningfulness of daily dose of creativity. I like the stimulating and engaging proposition with the laziness in me. I indulge myself in the art, colors, words, strokes, wave, smell, motion and each playful moment of experience and experiment coming all unplanned.

This feeling brings rejuvenation and happiness in me with the daily routine things.It is the insight and aspiration in me to feel blessed. I enjoy each and every twilight moment in my mind with my laziness to scrutinize the creativity.

And where others go through the hush and buss of busy day, I choose to enjoy the best of same buss of the moments in creativity. There are no certain factors but convinced fractions of life involved in looking the silver lining in the daily acts of the nature and the real world around us. It’s a joy in observing the strings of thinking thoughts through lying lazy on the couch and embracing the creativity around.

I want to think, multiple and traverse the thoughts. It is not about being idle, bore or wasting time. Rather within the indolence attitude I explore, excel and get the effective results with the manifold view.

Perhaps, for me the creativity is just another way of being grateful to nature and God for the wonderful miraculous joys and magnificence of life. Creativity pierces into my mind, defining the Me. I live each moment in my own way and yet in spur-of-the-moment instinct. I see the colors of my life being conserved with creativity!

NOTE:

• This post has been inspired by the post of :) Mahesh on Random thinking and writing the same with an unplanned outline. It is the wonderful post inspiring to be self for a moment and embrace the colors of life. His post is highly recommended to read. I have also tried my way of pouring into my thoughts and lines spontaneously redefining the ME reading his post. And as his post says “It is to be more of Me” in the moment then I have a say to it that MY post is an extension of ME and the Self reflex reflection. Perhaps I assert a thought of embracing the Creativity within me in every single moment of life.

• Special thanks to Amit Semwal :) aka photographer for the lovely earthy photograph of the finished tea in the cup having creamy froth and bubbles all around the wall of the cup creating a fine-looking layer so much eye-catching. Boy your pictures inspire me everytime so much !

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Oh what an F-word

1st The Colors Magazine’s blog post contest “Show your best” have choose this post as the Winner for the month Januaryas for being a little bit more creative, a little bit more original,a little bit more attractive. Click the link and enjoy!

Oh what an F-word!
I want to fly high with the feathers in my arms.
Lead a fearless life and feat into the feast of living.
I desire fleeting away from the fake and fission of moments.
Ground my feet tight but fly and touch the heights.
I want to flock with my friends and family.
Flourish and float in ease of froth and forth fun.

Oh what an F-word!
Further I want to fuss the rule-book and create my own recipe of life.
A formula that defines a fusion of flame and frost of the dimensions intervene.
I want to rise above the failure and fortify the situation.
Experience the freedom and fulfill my fortune.
Few forget leads to the new found.
Let me be a little fool only to learn all.
Let me follow someone only to lean more.
Let me fold my arms and focus the core.
Let me enhance fossil and leave back the footprints.
Let me in the comming future open my fist to fetch opportunistic hints.

Oh what an F-word!
The fog gets clear in my fine mind.
And here I enjoy the flambé food at the New Year dine.
Flowers fragrance and cultural flavors welcomes all.
Remove the fence, the festivity recalls.
I want to fix everything before it overflows.
I would like to finish my pending things as the plan goes.
Fasten the feelings and the flare in fascinations.
I want to fantasize and recreate the fairy land to live in.

Oh what an F-word!
From formal to flair nature I roll in joy within,
I want the green fertile fields and flamboyant fashion.
I want the unwise nature of human towards the flora and fauna fade and diminish day by day.
Let each child is feed enough and allowed to education and play.
No famine, no floods, no fatigue, no fights, no faults searching.
Only the faith, fate and flint to create fire are needed.

Oh what an F-word!
I frown sometimes to the F-word.
And most of the times I wish only to flutter,
I attain against any flounder.
And fill in happiness and fizz the flak.
I fancy flipping from the old.
I want to flaunt into the flexibility.
I wish to hold up the facts over the false story.
I am bound to fly freely being a proud blossoming Female!
I shall and I want you all to protect and foster the virtue of the Feminism.

P.S. Wishing you all a very Happy and Prosperous New Year,2010

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