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02 December 2014

A razor story

Sunaina is someone who is so charming and she likes adventures. Chatting was her favorite past time.  Someday she happened to meet a guy online who has  similar tastes that of hers. Chatting with him was a great relief for her from her monotonous life. Though Sunaina had not seen Aryan in person she had seen many of his pictures. He was so charming with a clean shaved face and bright eyes. Sunaina even doubted if he was some distant relative of the crown prince of Dubai.  Their friendship grew day by day.

One day she decided to meet him but she was a bit confused to have a scheduled meeting. So on a Sunday she went near his hostel and stood at the near by bus stop.  So many guys passed by; she waited long and finally she saw someone in Aryan’s dress coming out; but he was not like the one she saw in the pictures. Aryan had got an unshaven face which resembled that of a filmy villain. Sunaina was all disappointed and she began doubting if his character would also be misleading.

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Suddenly Aryan noticed Sunaina and he waved his hands at her smiling. But she behaved as if she didn't recognize him and walked away.  Aryan felt so bad but he followed her. He stopped when he saw her getting inside a house which he confirmed as hers. "What about sending her an offline message?", he thought. It was then he remembered her mentioning how scared she was of people with beard and mustache. 
  
The very next day Aryan appeared in front of Sunaina with a cute, neatly shaved face.  “Hi”, he greeted Sunaina and she was pleased to meet the kind of Aryan she wished to meet! Aryan somehow rescued himself from an odd bearded disaster. Don't spoil any chance to earn an impression just because of an unshaven face! :D

P.S: This post is a part of #WillYouShave activity at BlogAdda in association with Gillette.

Thank you Sankeerth Shinde, 'The Spark Unseen', for tagging me. I would like to tag Vinitha Dileep who blogs at 'Void Thoughts' to take up this simple challenge.

19 November 2014

And it Healed!

They were waiting for their children to arrive to get a relief from the suffocating situation they were going through. Jaya and Prakash were in no mood to speak to each other as they were before. Both were feeling lonely and annoyed without the company of their children who were working far away. It’s their anniversary coming up and their children would be soon joining the celebrations. But the couple; only they knew how hard it would be to act as a happy couple in front of all though it’s to make their children believe. At least they would be happy seeing their parents together and happy.

That day, after attending the phone calls of their children they fought each other telling this and that. An angry Prakash accidently dropped the photo depicting their happy times which smashed to pieces. Both Jaya and Prakash rushed to it. Prakash felt sorry for what happened and he clasped Jaya’s hands and asked for pardon. That gentle touch did something magical.  Suddenly they were taken back to memories.

Prakash and Jaya spend most of their leisure hours in front of their TVs. Both have separate TVs so that they can change channels according to their tastes without bothering others. That day both were silent thinking about their lost love. They browsed through channels to channels to kill the time, sometimes not even realizing its just ads they were watching as if  seriously absorbed in some top story.  Lot many ads flashed on TV but, #BringBackTheTouch TV commercial of Parachute advanced body lotion caught their attention. It was because, that ad vividly conveyed what they were going through; the story of a touch that changed the life a couple. 




Jaya and Prakash thought about their life, their life before the dirty quarrel and the ego pulling them back from each other. They once again realized their love for each other which they thought had faded away forever. Love heals, yeah, sometimes as a lovely touch!

P.S: This post has been written as a part of Indi-Happy hours on Indiblogger in association with Parachute #BringBackTheTouch

08 November 2014

Colored in Blue
















Blue was not my favorite color,
And I did dislike everything bluish,
Except the sky and the ocean.
You but adored the royal blue,
And by the time I started admiring it,
You were but lost somewhere in between,
And all I could treasure was those royal memories,
Of the sky blues and the ocean blues.

Wanna read another poem? Here's one, A Beep in the Mind 

Image Credits: Pixabay 

02 November 2014

It's Mean

I get annoyed when I hear people talking things that are baseless about women. I recently heard some people mentioning their son who is 29 years old as too young and a lady who is 27 as way too old. How can this be justified? I keep thinking about this horrible situation where(people consider) man is young in all his ages, be it at 20s, 30s, 40s and even at 50s and a woman is old by her mid 20s. I had in an older post told about how people irritate me by making me conscious about my age by highlighting my gender. I am not speaking about those who are open minded among the zillions of people, but I am deeply disappointed by how the society treat woman,in general. 

Do you think that a woman in her mid 30s or 40s looks physically unattractive or mentally weak? How come someone be old or young by their gender? Whatever the gender be, a person becomes sharper and bolder with time. The physique and psyche depends on how it's treated and taken care of. It’s always better to put age to the bottom of any criteria and let the other factors determine the charm and charisma of a person. I remember having read author, Preeti Shenoy’s article on a similar topic, but about women and relationships. The article condemn the people's mindset telling, ” If a man falls in love with a woman much younger, he’s a sugar daddy who will protect her. If a woman falls for a younger man, she’s a wicked witch who got lucky.”

I think I should share it here. Here’s the link. Do read.
http://www.mydigitalfc.com/leisure-writing/bsexthecityb-watch-out-cougars-ahead-366


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I love being a woman but sad by the fact that women and womanhood getting disregarded, discriminated and disrespected. 


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20 October 2014

Hide & Seek



















The school closed for summer vacations. Vishnu came to spend her vacation with her grandparents. She liked being there surrounded by many little friends of her age. “Grandpa now I am a big girl, I will be in 1st STD”, Vishnu said smiling. Her Grandpa came home that evening with gifts for her and the items for pooja that was to be held there at home, that evening.

At the backyard, all the kids joined Vishnu to play hide and seek that evening. Maya closed her eyes and everyone rushed in search for their secret hiding.  After sometime Maya called out, “Vishnu, you are caught. Come out.” Maya screamed aloud in glee, that Vishnu’s Grandpa came running with anger. The pooja was about to begin and Vishnu was still immersed in her game and all the kids making noises. “Vishnu, come here” Grandpa shouted and before she could believe, she found herself beaten up by her dear Grandpa. A shattered Vishnu ran home weeping. “I am not the one who screamed, it was Maya. But I am the one who is scolded and beaten. Seems that Grandpa doesn’t like me”, she began thinking.

She sat there in her room weeping. Suddenly her eyes struck with the switchboard which was slightly damaged. She remembered Grandpa telling her not to put her fingers inside it. “What will happen, Grandpa if I switch it on and put my finger inside the plug?” Vishnu asked. “No dear, you should not even touch it, it can harm you.” “Okay I will not”, she smiled and replied.

And now since she was all shocked by what happened, she put her little finger inside the plug and switched it on. Huff!!! She was thrown back to the floor and when she opened her eyes, she found herself lying on the floor surrounded by everyone. “Didn’t I tell you Vishnu not to touch it? Do you know how much we love you?” Grandpa asked her with all his love. “Vishnu didn’t scream Grandpa”, she replied. 

That day Grandpa analysed what had happened and this was his conversation with Granny, “I couldn't scold some other kid though I knew it was not Vishnu's fault. As Vishnu was my own girl, I showed my anger on her, the reason which I failed to convey her.  Now I know, there’s is no need to scold all kids alike. They have different characters and perceptive skills. Every kid is special and so need to be taken care of in different ways, sometimes with love and sometimes scolding(only if required) them."  

Image Credits: unsplash.com/Coley Christine Catalano
   
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30 September 2014

Jiva - A horse story
















There were many and so I didn't notice him at first. I felt great sitting in the lush lawns muttering and poking fun at each other, take a stroll uphill and explore the place in the evening. But when I stood there for a long time, lost in the beauty of those hills, I slowly get to notice him. I liked this huge horse; something was special about him and obviously he stood out from the rest. I looked into his eyes; he winked as if he had greeted me. Actually I felt like riding on it for once. We didn't have much time to spend there to give it a try but I told this wish to one of my friends. The horse-man overheard me and he offered me a ride on his horse. I said no. The funniest part was that the horse was nodding its head too in a “wanna ride?” fashion, as if it had read my mind. Yes, I spoke in my mother tongue. Of course animals can understand us, humans, but how come this horse without being a “mallu” in any kind!!! Or that talented one interpreted my expressions? :D :)

I forgot to tell the name of the horse. He has a beautiful name, "Jiva". I couldn't click a picture of him, but he looks similar to the one shown here.                  



22 September 2014

Wordless

There was not much to adore from the recent trip of mine. Though it lacked excitements there were occasions which made me think about things which I never thought of. Actually I was not getting entertained, but was getting educated. I was deeply disturbed and couldn't give my attention to any of the things which entertained my team.

The clean, clear expanse of water was one of the spots which restored my frame of mind. Here is a glimpse of one of the scenes. I am wordless. Let the picture speak for itself. :)




14 September 2014

When Hunger Calls



I feel hungry these days, every two hours, that too at office hours. I take food lightly (not too much) for meals and so during morning and evening (between-meal time) I feel like munching something that can squelch my hunger which suddenly bumps up. An instant solution for this will be a chocolate, biscuit or anything loaded with sugar which not only suppress the hunger calls but also keeps it at bay for some time. But this cannot be included in the daily diet coz you know it’s not healthy a habit especially in the case of people like me who work long hours on computers.

At home it’s not a big deal, there are lot many options, or I would say there won't be a chance for those hunger pangs to appear. But at office I needed something that can be gobbled and gulped. You might have also experienced a hollow feeling in your stomach. Haven’t you? I have been searching for solutions and thought of sharing some of my tips to fight hunger pangs here.  It worked for me, hope it works for you too.

A few adjustments to the diet can help beat down hunger creeping up. First you have to split up the eating schedule to five to six times daily to keep the cravings in check. Frequent eating keeps blood sugar levels regular and helps prevent hunger. So the meal plan should be like breakfast, snack, lunch, snack, dinner and a final snack (optional).

Nuts are of course perfect choices for the between-meal snacks.  You can also choose juicy fruits or fresh berries. For volume snacking, a serving of air popped popcorn, thinly sliced cucumber, carrot, a serving of sprouts, dried fruits; choose according to your taste and make the snacking last longer. I don’t like tea and coffee and I like oat meals though it’s not that office-friendly. Feeling hungry is sometimes a sign of dehydration and not an actual need for food. So drink a glass of water when you wake up and one with every meal and snack and also whenever you can before you get thirsty. Now enjoy your work! No more hunger calls!  :) :) :)

Do you have some tips to fight hunger pangs? Then do share. 

Here's another food post: Being a Pescetarian

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05 September 2014

Teachers Do Wonders

















It was after a long time I was seeing him. He was all happy to meet me there and so did I, to see him bless my friend, on the day so auspicious to her. He was proud of her for everything except one. He doesn't like luxury wedding and so was not much satisfied by how she carried herself that day. She is such a simple and humble girl but yeah, weddings are always gala events. He asked me if I would stand like that with all the embellishments on my special day. I don’t like luxury weddings for sure. I do like jewelries a lot though I don’t have that fancy for gold like many of the South Indians. But I kept mum.

Well I didn't tell about whom I am speaking. You might have got a hint from the title. He is one of my dearest teachers at school who made me feel that learning language is lot more than learning grammar and building vocabulary. I always loved learning more about my mother tongue during my school days, though I had have read English books more. And that day also he spoke mostly about books, authors, his literary works, some great quotes and more. I prefer listening to speaking especially when it comes to something related to literature and the related stuff.

But I felt sad about myself, when he mentioned about something that he wanted me to achieve. I felt guilty and told him that I feel sorry about it. But his reply was really surprising and was powerful enough to bring a big smile on my face. He asked me, “Why should you regret if you have a heart full of poems?”  Yes, poems are my soul. And may be only he could tell like that so cool! I don't know if you will be able to imagine how comforting and energizing those words were!

I was an introvert child at school, looking into the infinity at my free hours, rather than chit chatting with friends. :D And whenever he saw me isolated in their company, he made me speak to them ! :D He wanted me to get socialized it seems. And I always did so just to please him. I know you won't believe this now if you know me personally. :)

Teachers can do wonders. And there are many who had remarkable roles in my life (The list is not small, so I don't want to write about each and everything here in this small blog post, may be in some other posts). I had met some namesake teachers also from my college. But those are 'made blurred' episodes of life, they are not my role models in anyway. A kid is blessed if he/she gets good teachers in  some phase of life. A teacher who cares for his students is of course a gem who is rare among the lots!

Happy Teachers Day to all the lovely teachers ! You are just awesome! 

Who is your favorite teacher? Do you have a similar story? Then do share. 

14 August 2014

They Speak Memories














Stamp collection was my only hobby and I don’t remember when I moved into it or from where I got into that idea. And I don’t remember when I gave it a pause too. But checking my nicely arranged albums always makes me feel better. I was never a serious philatelist but mine was more a thematic collection which I loved doing for sheer enjoyment without worrying about the other details.

I used to write a lot of letters when I was a kid. My Dad was working abroad and I loved writing to him every two weeks. Also to my friends (at school) who visited their parents working in other States during our vacation. I wrote to them telling this and that. J I saved all those stamps from their reply mails. I didn't like writing in inland letter coz it lacks that nice part of it! “How can a letter be complete without a stamp,” I used to think.

I can’t recollect the last time I got a letter by post. Now, I rarely send emails also, the only thing that dominates are Whatsapp and other instant messaging apps. The world is changing and so is communication. Messages get delivered faster these days and is of course easier, but feeling nostalgic about those letters and greeting cards. I have saved my greeting cards also! And stamps, how can I continue with that hobby? I know there are lot of sellers available online with many kinds of used stamps, but I don’t want to try that.  I never spent even a penny buying stamps, mine was purely a save and exchange kind and I am particular about that.

Each stamp in my album has some story to tell and retell. Yes, they speak memories. Hope postal stamps won’t become a history someday like the ancestor messenger; the telegram service.

25 July 2014

Again in Love!

From Kadalundi Kadavu Bridge 














Ocean is always an inspiration. I was always excited to go to the beach and have fun in the salty water when I was a child. And now rather than playing (I am a kid now also when I’m at the beach) I like to have a conversation with the sea. Yes, it can sense my thoughts and lessen my worries by its magical rhythm. I have heard of musical therapy, but sometimes I even doubt if the music from the sea is nature’s therapy. Recently I had a fun time, this time not at the beach, but over the bridge. At the first glance itself something magical was going on. I never had seen the sea, this much loud. Since its monsoon season, rain also came for my company, and then it was all fun. And... I fell in love with the Ocean! I couldn't ignore the sea calling me and I just splashed into its wavy hands and like a flower I just floated, I don’t remember how long! By the time I was in a trance, my colleagues called me telling it’s time to go back!

And I miss you!

Here’s is another post about my previous encounter.


11 July 2014

A Beep In The Mind




Sharing here the title poem from the collection, "Beeps In The Mind", one of my personal favorites!
                                             
Know not what the feeling is,
But can energize and refresh me.
It’s filling my whole mind,
And it gushes out, I, fear.
In leisures, I noticed him,
And for some attraction, I observed,
The looks and his behavior,
Someday, I knew, the same play, from his part.
A feel of something, hush, about to break,
But just held it tight by us,
I know not the cause, of him, being observant,
But the feel of his looks, which resembles,
Paves path for my attraction,
And is that of the boy in my dream.                                  

17 June 2014

Between Me and Matrimony

“What’s your age, Aishu?”, This is the question I hear nowadays more than frequent and that too in a very disturbing tone. It's not because that they need to know my age, but to make me conscious about it. Ya, I’ m going through one of the difficult phases in life. Everyone wanted to get me married (except me I would say). I am in no hurry to get married. If you ask me why, I don’t have any specific reason to quote, but I just feel like this now. But you know what, I am a firm believer in God’s timing and for everyone's’ peace of mind I told okay for the search and the hunt began (and is still on).

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And then, came the other bigger problem- the horoscope aka the astrological problem. My family is not an orthodox kind and we are not particular about  checking horoscopes. Even if we exclude this part, the guys' parents were found strict about it. And now, you might have understood what the problem is; yes, there’s some kind of dosham in my horoscope. Many astrologers advised my parents to get me a match by a careful selection abide by the rules of astrological match making but at the same time they stated that if the girl happens to like someone very much, then there's no need for even checking (I was not able to grasp this part but I liked that). Might be they meant that people's likes and dislikes have some connection with astrology; I don't know. Anyway I couldn't meet that someone as mentioned by the astrologers till date.

So many matrimony sites, so many marriage brokers, everything crawled through their databases to get a match for me. But the whole army failed! Many proposals came as a result of this whole process but none of it fell in place for one reason or the other. Now people started looking me as if I belong to some unknown category (they would never know that I am that special angel, I feel pity ;) :D). I was still happy but my dear ones were not.  I am loved by all for reasons unknown and for the same reasons they are troubled too, now and I can very much understand it. I am not blaming any of the dosham present in my horoscope, let them be there if they want (without disturbing my life I would say), they had helped me too at some point by chucking out what was against my wishes. ;)

I don't know how people decide their life according to the verdict of someone who says he knows reading peoples' future/destiny. Astrologer can't be God. I know I am living in the 21st century, but still haunted by so many facts that go odd with the changes happened in time. I’m in no way my age. I’m in no way my horoscope. O world........please stop this nonsense!!! And yes, I will get married once I feel like I have found the one I have been searching for. But I am not ready to choose someone just because his horoscope matches with mine. Let the horoscope speak its language, I speak mine. I believe in karma and not horoscope. For me the thing that matters is the life and deed of a person. 

P.S: I never felt like I am old...I'm  enjoying my life :) It was people's attitude I was talking about. I got some messages telling that I am young. So here I am clarifying.   :) :) :)

                                       Read my story on Single to Married

23 April 2014

Inseparable




















Swept away by the clouds,
Drifted away by the winds,
I can only feel myself floating.
Free and happy, I’m,
Above the earth, over the ocean
And beyond my command.

I wish to splash in the coolest of the waters,
And transpire into a sweeping wave
And then with wings fully spread,
Vanish into the highest of the skies;  
With an urge to meet her, 
She who is the princess of all that I visualize.

03 March 2014

I feel thankful

The day before yesterday I came to witness something which made me think deep about it. I am all moved by the thought of giving. This divine act makes a start by relighting our thoughts, we are then immersed in, which is then followed by things beyond our direct influence: the flow of love and kindness and also the flow of gratitude and happiness.

I remember the day I first got to know the happiness as a giver. Before that I knew only the emotion of a taker and not that of a soulful giver. Be it a helping hand, a supporting voice or a pair of kind eyes ready to offer a help, I believe it as something out of our conscious control. The kindness can be from someone you least expected, lesser known or from someone completely unfamiliar to you.

I am told that God is present in all his creations and I believe that he passes on his messages from heart to heart according to the flow of life, in the form of that divine emotion called love; which by no means require a special link apart from that cosmic connection that is found in anything and everything in the universe.  

21 February 2014

Good, Better, Best

I like to recollect my memories at times, by reading the notes I wrote in the past. When I go through those memories which were sweet, it makes me feel good. And if it’s something that has become irreversible, makes me feel guilty. But all these always made me stronger, helped me make a point out of it and embrace a change in my attitude.

Through my notes I can experience the changes happened to me and is kind of inspiration to be more positive. I know I have been getting transformed . In between, I was put to tests, I lost, I won, but I was always a better person.

(It’s this universal syllabus of life that is the most flawless one.  We are not given any specific books to refer, we need to feed ourselves with the knowledge and sometimes we get some opportunities  to meet some precious people to study some precious things. And then those exams without a notice. But it's not a matter if we are passed or failed, its sure that we have studied something which will never be forgotten.)

“Good, better, best. Never let it rest. 'Till your good is better and your better is best”.
 --St. Jerome

13 February 2014

I like being silly sometimes
















Silly things and silly thoughts make me happy sometimes. Today when I saw our office cab(our cute black Mahindra Scorpio) fully wrapped up in dust after a long trip without getting a mug of water to shower in, people started making fun of us finding it dusty. I don't know why I like this vehicle a lot, the kind of bonding I have with it and yes, memories too! I felt like scribbling something on its, dusty back so that no one gets a chance to comment but can of course read the answer, before they ask. So when everyone was away I scribbled, “I like brown, so I’m dusty!"

But when I was done with the work, it started speaking it mind:

           I’m not pale as you think,
           I don’t like brown either,
           Coz I’m born black.
           And I don’t want to shower in a stream of water,
           Coz I like it done by the wind and the sun!

P.S: But yeah, somebody caught me scribbling! He He! :P

09 February 2014

Who are you?

He asked me to meet you,
I thought you were my friend.
He asked me to imagine you, 
I thought you were my dream. 
He asked you to console me, 
I thought you were my angel.
He asked me to share my stories with you,
I thought you were my love.

You were but none of these to me, 
Just a hand to take me there, 
Through that path of love, 
And to leave me there safe, 
In the hands of destiny,
To color it with the phrases I scribbled. 

04 February 2014

I know I’m in love with you

I visited that same old home that day,
That which cradled my childhood,
Themed my stories and eased my journey.

And with all those precious memories
I was served sumptuous as before.
I couldn't but stay long, on the top, over the moon,
Coz I did know that I’m in love with you!


31 January 2014

Didn't you promise?

“God sometimes removes a person from your life for your protection. Don't run after them.”
I happened to see this quote yesterday, shared by someone in G+ and suddenly hooked with some memories. The above quote must be true. I remember some of my acquaintances (who are more like my friends, at least I thought so) who were with me and now disappeared losing their selves somewhere in the dark.

Might be they themselves were not aware that the promises they gave are not going to be kept. The time sea with its mighty waves has just carried those away from their thoughts. In due cause I know I will start forgetting them and their promises. And I feel like asking sometimes, why they were brought in my life? No I can’t question it, coz everyone has a certain role in others life, big or small; might be that single point they conveyed can be a big lesson for me to refer.

Memories are lovely, but I stopped running after them. Peace!

22 January 2014

Heartshine

That splendid scene was rejuvenating. I very much wanted to see it when I least thought about it; my biggest crush of all times! The sun in its rising phase, between the hills, over the clouds; the moment I always waited for. It’s indeed a magic scene of nature through the magic wand of universe; in its very form that ‘little Aaanjaneya’ had a fancy for!