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Theda hai par mera hai…..

This post is coming up because one of my fellow bloggers liked a picture on facebook and just like her it made my day too. If you are wondering which is that picture so here it is

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Every word and every emotion that this picture depicts is so true. It goes well for every relationship that a person can be in. I see my parents getting into a rift with each other but that doesn’t stop either of them from worrying about each other. My mother would still be concerned if my father had his meal on time and my father would still be concerned if she is having her knee pain. I fight with my sister over clothes but still before she heads out for a party I would check if her mascara is in place. Even after the ugliest arguments and fights my brother he would still drop me at my friend’s place for a late night party, not to forget he comes to pick me as well.

Even friends, no matter how much you argue with each other, have poles apart opinions on something but everything is kept aside when someone falls sick. You don’t even remember that you were mad, because the amount of care and concern surpasses that jiffy moment of madness.

Love and care are the feelings that supersedes everything, and like they  say where there is love there is ought be some fights and differences in opinion. But that in no world means that you give up on your loved ones. They are yours in every shape and every form. Something very popular from Indian advertisement which says “theda hai par mera hai” (it is twisted, but it is mine ), just fits very well in this context.

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So guys, even if you are mad at your loved ones don’t let it overshadow your affection and don’t let it last for long. Give a kiss and make up, that how easy and simple it is. <3

Without you

Without you

I might breath,

but I will be hollow inside.

I might live,

but I will be dead inside.

Without you

the clock will strike 1 again,

but the time won’t be the same.

the sun will still rise,

but the mornings will not be the same.

Without you

the coffee would smell that great,

but the taste will go bland.

the world will move at it’s pace,

but my life would stand.

Without you

a piece of me will die,

and never get alive again.

a part of me will be succumbed,

and never get air again.

Without you

I will not be the person I am,

because you make me what I am,

I wish I don’t have to see such a day,

because

without you, there isn’t any me.

When I said "Thank you"

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Yesterday was a normal day for me, just like every other day until this happened to me. My office is around 7-8 kilometers away from my house, I take an auto rickshaw to my work place to and fro everyday. I did the same yesterday too.

After finishing the hectic office I head out and my eyes keep looking for a rickshaw and suddenly I saw one. I waved my hand signaling that I need the rickshaw. He turned around his rickshaw and came towards me and stopped right in front of me. It was a everyday thing for me so I just asked “bhaiya sector 120 chalogay” (brother will you go to sector 120) ? Without taking even a second he replied ha ha zaroor chalengay” (yes, sure I will go).

I haggled a bit (old habits die hard) and then we both settled on an amount and I hopped into the rickshaw. He knew the way so I didn’t bother keeping the track of the way that he took. I plugged in my ear phones and enjoyed the evening breeze.

Merely after 15 minutes (thanks to the light traffic) we reached to the destination, I prefer to stop it outside the society so that I can walk the rest of the way. I searched for my wallet and gave him the money and he returned me the left amount. As soon as I got down I said dhanyawaad bhaiya” (thank you brother), and continued on my way. He peeped from the other side of the rickshaw and just said “ye toh humein koi bolta nahi hai, paise lekar kaam kiya toh kis baat ka dhanyawaad ?” (nobody says this to me, I have taken money for the job then what is the thank you for ?).

I was startled and didn’t know what to say, I say it every day and it’s a habit and nobody has ever said anything after it so far. But this was an absolutely new thing happening to me. I turned back to him and said “aray aap ne mujhe drop kita na, uske liye dhanyawaad” (you dropped me home, thank you is for that) then he instantly said “uske toh paise liye na” (I took money for dropping you). I just smiled and said “bhaiya aise hi bola” (brother I said it just like that) and again started turning to my way again. Then all he said was “madam sun ke accha laga, koi kehta nahi hai” (it was nice to hear mam, nobody says it) and started his rickshaw and turned around.

While walking into the society I was pondering over what just happened, and I realized “thank you” was such a big deal for him. Why can’t people say it more often, it doesn’t take much. Just one thank you has made him so content and happy today.

How often do you say thank you in your daily life ?

Dear dad !!

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Dear Dad,

often your significance and sacrifices go unheard and unsaid. Usually mothers take away all the glory, but this post of mine is just to make you realize how blessed and how lucky I am to have you in my life.

You may shout while mom keeps her cool, you might get angry while mom keeps it low and silent, you might cross the line while mom always takes care of the boundaries but its you who is the foundation.

If mom is pride of the house, then dad is the spine of the house

if mom has teary eyes, then dad has the patience 

if mom cooks the meal twice a day, then dad makes sure there is enough to cook for the whole life

we often forget their contribution in our daily routines

If we face a minor stumble, then we tend to say  “ओह मा” (Oh Mother)

but if a truck stops right in front of us, then only “बाप रे” (Oh Father) comes out of our mouth

because for smaller issues we have our mothers

but when something big hits then fathers are the only resort.

Fathers are symbolic to the big tree,under whose cool breeze the whole family lives happily.

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PS: That is my Dad. 🙂

The lucky girl

It was a normal day for Priya, hurrying with the early morning routine so as not to miss the college bus. “Don’t forget to eat your breakfast” her mother shouted from the kitchen, oh God eating breakfast is another uphill task, she whispered. Finally she heads out and literally ran to the stop just to avoid all the hassle that she will have to go through in case she misses her bus.

She got into the bus, sat, plugged in the earphones and played her favorite number. The bus takes a pause at the next stop and her best friends climbs up in the bus. His eyes searched her and in no time he sat by her side. They talked, laughed and cracked some stupid jokes about their history teacher.

Priya and Varun were the best buds of the college. People would swear on their friendship in the college. They were looked upon as the epitome of friendship. She confided in him and she shared all her secrets with him. Varun was always there for her whenever she needed him.

And then one fine day she realized that this is it. He is the one for whom she has waited so long. He knows and understands her like no one else, he is there for her in every thick and thin and ensures that she gets through everything with a smile on her face.

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Priya was very sure that it is the love and nothing else and she doesn’t want to be just a friend of Varun, she wanted to take this bond one step ahead, But she got scared and hesitant. She thought she would lose him if he comes to know that she loved him and letting her interest be known can either break or make the relationship. The last thing she wanted was to reveal her feelings and lose a good friend because once done she won’t be able to undo it. But she loved him so much that she couldn’t keep it to herself and the feeling that she wanted something a little more than platonic relationship gave her strength and mettle to do it.

she made up her mind and stepped forward but the fear that she would never see him again if something goes wrong makes her step back but the love gave her the push,and in this hustle she did it, she poured her heart out in front of Varun.

She was in a state of shock and couldn’t hear anything for a while. She got back to her senses when Varun shook her and all Priya said was “I am sorry”, “I shouldn’t have said it”, “I think I should leave”. Vaun held her and made her sit again and he just uttered ” Do you feel this way too ?”. Priya just looked up at him and tears rolled over her cheeks and she felt contented like she has never been before.

Varun was also sailing in the same boat, he was also struggling with the feeling of love and friendship. Life has never been so beautiful for both of them as it was now. Priya is a lucky girl as she didn’t have to pick one she got both, her friend and her love.

Achilles heel

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Achilles heel, the first thing that comes to the mind is handsome Brad Pitt and thrilling Hollywood flick Troy. Achilles’s weakness was his heels and the only way he could be taken down was by hitting right at his heel. There is a huge Greek mythology behind it, this blog isn’t about it for sure. Achilles heel is a metaphor for one’s vulnerability and weakness.

I was just wondering what is that for me? My family, my job, shopping, food travelling what is it? I realized that everyone has a different answer for that. For a female who is very close to her family like me would be definitely her parents and near and dear ones. For parents it would be their kids and their well being. Somehow I cannot imagine something other than this. But I am sure there would be a variety of answers to it as well.

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I am really curious to know what it would be for the rest of people out there. Go ahead and pour about your Achilles heel.

Caught in the clutches of society

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Needless to say we are a social entity and we live in a society which is rich in multiple cultures, languages and religions. Even if we don’t wish to then also we have to abide by these social regulations unlike nomads who have everything by themselves. Every single person is a victim of these rules and regulations may it be an infant or an adult.

One of my recent experiences while travelling in the Delhi metro is the reason behind this blog.

I was travelling in metro from Rajouri Garden stop to Noida City Center, Rajiv Chauk is known for its boisterous atmosphere. The moment the train stopped people gushed in and everyone started looking for a seat. Needless to mention I was sitting in the women’s compartment and a very ordinary looking girl who was already on phone sat by my side. I continued with what I was doing, after some time I could hear sobbing and then I saw she was crying. She wasn’t howling but I could see tears rolling down her cheeks. I didn’t know what to do and out of concern I offered her water and all I said was ” You wanna talk about it”. I have never done that before I don’t know what made me say that. And like they say one thing begets another and she started pouring her heart out.

She started with I don’t know you, so I know one thing is for sure that I will not be judged. I just nodded in affirmation and then there was no stopping.

“I am a grown up adult and I am forced to do things that I don’t wish to, and now you would say that the easiest way out would be if you don’t like it then don’t lump it just don’t do it but again to the square one I don’t want to hurt important people in my life. I want to do things but I can’t because of some or the other reason. I want to travel alone, I cannot do that because it’s not safe in India for a female to travel alone and even thinking of doing that in NCR is a sin. I don’t want to get married now, but still I have to consider it because apparently my father is very much worried about what my neighbor Sharma Uncle would say. I want to quit my current job and want to do something creative, but I cannot do that because I don’t have enough capital to support my business plan and trust me it is shit when you just need a vision and plan for a venture, you need money good and handsome amount of money. I don’t want to meet a random guy and just spend the rest of my life with him, I want to fall in love and then get married but I cannot do that because again there isn’t any timeline for it and I have timelines for everything. She mentioned many more things which were pity enough not to mention here but significant enough that she couldn’t do it. If I revolt then my mother cries her heart out and my father regrets sending me out for studying and working, my heart aches and I don’t wish them to think this way.

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At times in between I nodded to what she said and at times I also said what I thought about certain issues. She got down at Sector 18 metro station while I continued my journey and I couldn’t help but just think about what all she said to me.

Everyday we come across very heavy and philosophical adage which are definitely a good read but after this incident, I am not sure how practical they are. Can one still follow his or her heart despite of all these boundaries and responsibilities ?

Do we really need to be Mardaani

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Do we really need to be Mardaani

Mardaani is a latest bollywood flick starring Rani Mukherjee as the lead actress. The movie revolves around human trafficking and child molestation. Rani plays a top notch cop in the movie and she fights like a real hero and saves the girls from being molested and used. The movie was really very well made and it left a long lasting impact, at least on me. I went to watch this movie with two of my friends, and after coming out of the theater I just said the movie was fabulous.

One of my friends seems to be in agreement to it while the other was a little hesitant. His hesitance stuck imagesme there and I asked him why this fleeting reaction. He very strongly responded, why do you want to become “Mardani“. His question stoned me, and I did not speak a word for the next one minute or so.

I asked him to explain what he wanted to say, he simply said women are far too superior and capable than men then why do they want to become mardaani. I would have love if the title of the movie was some Goddess name which represents the women as well as her power and capabilities.

We don’t need a new term, mardaani

Being a woman, I tried to make him understand by saying that it is just a feminine term for “Mard” (men) for which he said we don’t need such a term we have “Aurat” (woman) for that, I again tried by explaining that men have an edge when it comes to attributes like physical strength and power and with the help of that they take advantage of women.

We live in a patriarchal setup where men are the head of the family. They hold the power to run things, which is gradually changing now. So “Mard” (men) are symbolic of very strong and determined individuals in our society. With women stepping up in every field of life they want to be treated like strong and determined individuals too. So instead of any other strong and influencing title the director must have landed up with this name “Mardaani“.

He still does not seemed to be convinced. Later I realized I was taking this all a little too on myself as I am a woman too. He sat by my side and explained me again, that you don’t have to do that, you don’t have to become “Mard“(men). The fact that along with all the femininity you can still do everything that a “Mard” does makes you way more ahead and stronger than men. Physical strength is very pity thing you can always work on that, go for some self defense classes and you can kick anyone’s ass. You don’t have to lose the asset of being a woman for that or for that matter even just the name woman.

I seemed to be pretty convinced and yes I too say we don’t need to be “Mardaani

Non smokers and teetotaler still exist

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4 out of 5 people are smokers today and 7 out of 10 people are alcoholic today. What is wrong with the youth. The fact that they know the consequence of its intake and still they are taking it makes them illiterate. it is something which is very sad. I feel so sorry when I see boys of hardly 10 or 12 years old with a fag, I wish I could do something for this.

But in this lost audience there are people who have abstain themselves from these bad habits and I seriously respect them. They know their responsibility as an Indian, as an individual and as a family member as well. Their family needs them and they are just wasting their lungs for such a shit. I detest smokers for the fact that they burn money in exchange of hollowing their lungs. It is my personal view and it will definitely vary from person to person.Well each and every individual on earth has benediction in the form of one pair of his/her personal lungs . He may screw it up anyway he wishes to. The reason why I am writing this in my blog is we stay away from a dog if we suspect him to bite but where does that common sense vanishes when it comes to our own and personal pair of lungs and other body parts.
I feel so great that i know quite a few people who are non smokers and I respect and owe my gratitude towards them that they have set an example in front of me that non smokers and teetotaler still exist