Category Archives: Life

Mothers at their best. 

How much a child loves his/her mother! It’s unbelievable how many times a child calls her in a day or an hour itself. They don’t get tired of looking at her beautiful heart and hiding michiefly to make her smile. So precious a mother is to every child. Her voice and her fragrance gives so much comfort, love and homeliness. 

If only one can tell, if it’s a mother’s beauty or a child’s innocence that has made this relation so pure and heartwarming. Every bond is so great to look at and notice how they care for each other. 


Leather Free World

Whats worse than eating animals? Wearing animals. You are not filling your stomach but your pride, ego and ignorance. Animals in makeup, or as shoes or clothes, or like mobile covers or handbags/purses. Have some shame. Wear your own skin. Don’t rip someone elses skin to show of your money. Yes, you are rich enough to buy a Louis Vuitton. But you know whats cooler, donating that amount to charity. May be plant some trees. Show that off. Not your calf skinned belt and bag. Live free of leather. God has given you a life, live in peace.

Missing World


Three little wonders of joy

Here are the pictures of an orphanage that I visited today.

There were 17 kids including 4 infants (three girls and a boy.) The baby boy is in hospital because of being left outside in the sun by his parents.  Baby girls are very cute and small, they look like 5 to 10days old. One of them woke up from her sleep, her cry was so little- one could barely hear.

There were 5 small kids. They were not one year old yet. All were sleeping except the two angels. With them slept one of their caretakers. Out of the two not-sleepy-heads, one was crying so much. She was hungry. The caretaker picked her by her hand, placed her outside the kitchen and handed her a little glass, filled it with milk. The girl kept crying. I feel sorry to write, the woman gave her a beating and two, till she heard me shouting, “don’t do that.” The child then drank her milk. Hardly nine months girl she was. She held her glass and drank by herself. She was not bottle fed or breast fed. All these little kids were sleeping on the floor.

There were little elder ones too. Eight probably. How many of them were actually orphan and how many were the kids of the caretakers, no one could tell.

Two kids couldn’t walk. Two were having cold, so couldn’t eat the ice cream we got them. One of the girls was smart. She called her care taker ‘Aunty’. She was not too mannered but asked me to bring her chips next time. I told her that I saw packet of chips and biscuits  somebody has left for them, but she insisted for me to get them myself. I wondered she was taught to talk in such way.

At the entrance of this compact house were kept toys and little rides like garbage.  My friend said that the orphanage is in the posh colony of the city, so all the money-headed parents leave their kids old stuff like garbage here. No one cares, not even the little ones of that suffocating house.

I missed those three little girls all the way home.


Lata and Shiv: 2

The moment he felt he was rethinking of speaking a statement, he stopped and kept mum. He understood the warning signal by his brain to his brain. Complicated it was, but he was learning to master. 

He told Lata,”I’m very much in love with you and so I want your happiness.” 

His mind processed the thought ‘I know your happiness is with me. I don’t have any comfort to give you but we, together, are so good.‘ 

Whatever decision you will take, I’ll respect that. I am wrong to disturb your peace. We are good, but your happiness matters more. I can only love you, but your husband will give you all the luxuries” he said.

RIP: Dr APJ Abdul Kalam Ji

You have to dream before your dreams can come true

My message, especially to young people is to have courage to think differently, courage to invent, to travel the unexplored path, courage to discover the impossible and to conquer the problems and succeed. These are great qualities that they must work towards. This is my message to the young people.


India suffers a great loss in the demise of Kalam. The eleventh president was the pride of the nation. One of the kindest human known. Feeling so bad.. Listening to his lectures .. So inspiring.. Such a sweet person and his words so powerful. Big shock out of no where.

Sir, you will be missed! I wish I had the opportunity to meet you. 

May your soul always rest in peace. 

tragic flaw

Something I read somewhere! I don’t remember the source, had it saved in my drafts. I’m sure you’ll like it. 

The more things change, the more they stay the same. I’m not sure who the first person was who said that.

Probably Shakespeare. Or maybe Sting. But at the moment, it’s the sentence that best explains my tragic flaw, my inability to change. I don’t think I’m alone in this. The more I get to know other people, the more I realize it’s kind of everyone’s flaw. Staying exactly the same for as long as possible, standing perfectly still… 

It feels safer somehow. And if you are suffering, at least the pain is familiar. Because if you took that leap of faith,
 went outside the box, did something unexpected… Who knows what other pain might be out there, waiting for you.

Chances are it could be even worse. So you maintain the status quo. Choose the road already traveled and it doesn’t 
seem that bad. Not as far as flaws go. You’re not a drug addict. You’re not killing anyone.
Except maybe yourself a little.

When we finally do change, I don’t think it happens like an earthquake or an explosion, where all of a sudden we’re like this 
different person. I think it’s smaller than that. The kind of thing most people wouldn’t even notice unless they looked at us really close. Which, thank God, they never do. But you notice it. Inside you that change feels like a world of difference. And you hope this is it. This is the person you get to be forever… that you’ll never have to change again.


Miles away I saw it standing tall, and sharp. So gorgeous at night, and light show exactly at 11. Pictures and videos! No. I want to live that moment. I’m in Paris. 

I was right below it, and at the top, admiring the city. More than anything, the happy and excited faces of tourist from all over the places. What was the best thing about being there? I don’t know. Maybe, just being there and living the hype. 

Street vendors understand the looks on the faces of tourist. Few of them followed us till the restraunt. It was horrofic. They try to sell their Effiel tower showpieces as souvenirs. 

It was difficult finding people who speak english. Specially, explaining taxi drivers. There are hop on hop off busses, which are so tempting and good deal for city tour. But we had to go to Disneyland. Shops close early. Inhabitants from all over the world. Cotton candy and caramel popcorn, small chariots and expensive cars, Prada and paparazzi. 

Two days in the city? Not enough. But then we went to AMSTERDAM!! 

Colourful food. Voguish clothes. All kinds of people. Crazy city. Love. 

Standing up

Arjun said, “Krishna, I will not be a part of this battle.” 

Krishna had the power to destroy the opposite army in blink of an eye. He explained Arjun, “It is not about politics, revenge or power, or your cousins, your father like uncles or the innocent army-men who are following orders, their wives and children, or the animals or about yourself and your brothers. It is about doing right in a manner that is righteous (Dharma).” 

It wasn’t Krishna’s battle, it was Arjun’s. He had to fight on his own. Krishna was his charioteer, his guide and support. Krishna was Arjun’s friend. 

Little world inside

Expressing something that touches me, that’s why my blog is infrequent and not regular.

 Yes, frustrated! I never thought I’ll be writing about my own life on a blog.

I’m young, the age that girls in my caste get married. It’s not the case anymore in society here but my family arranged me. My heart broke leaving the studies. The fear that I had about marriage, watching the life of many closely known married ladies.

After I fell in love, I thought good about the future and hoped and imagined the best with my fiance. I had already taken the leap of faith and avoided noticing the small things he was telling me. The small things that pointed at the way of life I was heading towards. 
Some times I got irritated and did not talk to him for a day or two. But accepted those things thinking to manage when it comes. I started living the attention I was getting. Though the preparation for marriage was very hectic, I kept less work to myself.  

Avoidance. Overlooking. Mistakes that I made.  Thought I could feel at times that life will change and wasn’t going in the best difection, I couldn’t fortitude.

 My husband reads my blog, he may read here something that I’ve not told him. Around two weeks before marriage, I had the gut to tell my father that I did not want to get married. 

On reasoning, I lied that I feel bad about all the work that has build up on him. He understood I was hiding something from him. So, I lightly said that I’m scared and there are many things in the future family that I’ve double thoughts  about. He questioned me what they were. But I thought about my fiance, and put all my efforts to change what I said. The place I was standing, wasn’t to look back. I had the power to get back from marriage. No one, but my brother would have supported me in all conditions. 

At that time, I thought about everyone- family, relatives, fiance, his family and relative, the society and myself. I doubted myself to understand what decision would be right. So I settled with everyone’s wrong one. 

I chose life like my mother’s. Without understanding that I was doing that. Saree and veil. 

I wish many a times that girls like me can find hope and strenght to take their own decisions. If the parents think a girl can marry at that tender age, then she definitely has the brains to understand what’s not as per her suitability. Because the families, yet are unable to overcome the fear of society. Without understanding what their child actually needs and wants and how her mental state has developed since childbirth, they walk like a herd in the same direction. 

When parents want their children to accept their decision of selecting the partner for them, then the family and society should also understand what are the qualities that the child doesn’t expect. The not being more important than the want

Back to books

Getting back to studies after a break of more than a year is so difficult. ‘Getting back’ isn’t just sitting with books or taking tuitions. It’s more of building the same interest and going with the flow of concentration and understanding that why it is important for oneself. 

‘Knowledge is important, the degree matters less’ – is how some thought process work. But is it so? If one has all the knowledge and experience of a chartered accountant or a doctor, will the file checked by them be approved by government or with they be allowed to operate a person? 

Along with studies, gaining knowledge, learning from the experience of teachers and gurus and completing the education with devotion and passing the required exams is essential. Years after leaving studies..