Happy New year to me!!!

No i don’t like this year. The worst i could have. When people were wishing me a Happy New Year I hope that this is not what they had in mind.

 Ok to begin with my husband shifted to Bangalore temporarily for work.(I haven’t lived a day without my husband, seriously not a single day)

I lost weight, no reason to smile though cause I lost it the wrong way ..I fell sick.

I was having the worst time at work...I screwed up a lot of times....

Wait a minute .....

It wasn’t that bad ...

My husband and I realized we can’t live without each other and say I love you more often than before..

My boss’s put up with my idiosyncrasies and forgave me with a lesson and gave me another chance..Again and again and I also managed to get some work done.

I lost weight...doesn’t matter how I lost it...I did and the complements came through.

So you know what, it wasn’t bad ...I did have a pleasant year.

I always complain and realize later that I have blessings to count.

Yeah there are some challenges but then who doesn’t,it wouldn’t be called life then..and it will sort out like the rest of my problems.

Happy new year to me !!!!!!!

Dad....Our Hero.

Malala's story is an inspiring one; I respect her and wished that she win the Nobel last year. However while reading her article I stumbled upon a piece that mentioned her father. The man who said “We wouldn't leave our country if my daughter survives or not. We have an ideology that advocates peace. The Taliban cannot stop all independent voices through the force of bullets." I am sure Malala didn't not find courage by herself. She found it because of her father an equally principled man, gave her courage and supported her endeavor. A man who on hearing gunshots said “Don't be scared – this is firing for peace".

So this one I write not for Malala but for her dad, who I believe was her inspiration. A man who was equally at a risk as his daughter and has been by her side through it all.

This one is for all the fathers in the world who have stood by their daughters through thick and thin and forever remain an inspiration not through their words but through their deeds.

My father is a man of few words, but just observing him, has helped me in so many ways. He has never bunked work, never faked an illness, has always been honest and has always been on time and has always maintained that time is money and has to be respected. I don’t think I ever caught him lie. My father till date remains my idol and my hero. Today because of him I am always on time, I can’t lie easily and can’t bring myself to bunk work. Thank you dad.

We hardly give credit to our dads, because we have no idea how we are influenced by them daily and how much they do for us in their own little ways. Every day we come across inspiring stories of fathers inspiring their daughters, stories like Autorickshaw driver's daughter tops CA examination which get highlighted, some which don’t. The fact remains that our dads are and will remain our true heroes. 

I  am extremely religious, at least I was around Janamashtami 2013, and then one day, I moved on to being more spiritual. I mean I still believe in god but now I believe that Karma is what I need to worry about and not how many temples I visit, how much I fast and if I clinch a visit to Lal Baug ka Raja.
You see I am done with that. I am tired of begging and asking god for things I am not even sure I want because I am sure I want those things for all the wrong reason. Reasons I know will not fulfil me as a person but will surely please people around me. I am tired of being a fatalistic person, and tired of blaming God and circumstances and the stars for my failures and inability to achieve what I want.
Truth is that I know that no matter how much I pray, god has just about decided that I will get what I deserve and that Karma will decide where I am. If I want something I have to get of my behind and work towards it...I would like to believe that god is going to be okay with that and let me know through his continued blessings that I need not worry about standing in a 2 days long line to see him.
I promise to be a good human being and care for my family and try to give back to society but that’s that.
My Prayer..Dear God who rests in my heart, thank you for letting me live for another day and for the wonderful life I live. Give me the strength to face any challenges that come my way with courage. Keep me sane safe and let me be a good human being with good morals.

I am not a feminist, but it bugs me when I receive forward from my girlfriends that are extremely insulting to woman folk in general. I get that some men don’t think to highly of us and will stop nowhere to prove that we are better suited in the kitchen, but when the ladies do it, that’s irritating. C’mon ladies please read the message and give a thought to what you are forwarding. Women are not bad drivers (not on purpose), they are not all about clothes and make up and they are not always late, they are not forgetful and are not bad cooks…  

Second Impressions!!!

"Our neighbours son is going to London" my mom said and the immediate reaction was “ who that dunce, he couldn’t spell London if he wanted to”. My mom stare surprised me cause I thought she would agree, obviously she didn’t. I kept thinking about it and then it hit me..how did I make that assumption and why did I make that assumption.
Well growing up he obviously wasn’t the brightest kid, who studied in a vernacular medium and didn’t even speak of word of English when I was around, major shy and didn’t even bother to appear or act intelligent.
Mom was right, I had no right to make a judgment basis any of the above, people change, they get better.
There I realised how many of us make the same mistake. My neighbour got better but what about people who base this judgement, make it their nature and are never able to change.
We say that the first impression is the last impression, is that right? People deserve a second chance to make an impression in case they screw it the first time. Dont they?

Its all easy now..Aint it?

Sample A: Vakratunda Mahakaya, Surya koti Samaprabha, Nirvighnam Kurumeydeva , Sarva Karyeshu Sarvada. This is what I recited as five year old.
Sample B: Ek do teen chaar,Ganpati ji ki jai jai kaar, Paanch che saath aath, Ganapati hain sabke dulare, Nau das gyarah barah, Ganpati ji hain sabke pyare, Tera chaudah pandra solah, agle saal phirse padhare. This is what I heard my ten year old cousin recite. I almost thought she would break into a jig and do a la Madhuri.

I was sent to the Chinmaya mission when I was ten and today I can boast (though not proudly)of knowing most of the sholkas, bhajans, the significance of these shlokas and bhajans.
So when I heard the my cousin, I wondered in this fast age we haven’t spared God too and want to take the easy route instead of learning a few difficult verses. :-) You could say that the child’s sentiment matters....reallly woo hoooo!!! or was it just easy...effortless...I wonder why parents and my teachers took the effort then.

I once asked my love what he found the most attractive in me and i was expecting the most cliche of the answer..its your eyes....convenient....i mean if he was to ask me that i would have said "darling its your eyes"....but he said ..its your nose........and i guess that is when i realized that love was blind ...indeed 100 % blind...cause if you ever saw my nose ....well lets say there's nothing to describe there...and my love felt that the most imperfect part of me was what he found cool.. i grew up with everyone ...(when i mean everyone it means the section of society which places the physical attributes before anything else and which primarily also includes my mom) giving me tips of achieving a nicole kidman nose , "try massaging your nose this way sraight down the bridge of your nose"...."try surgery...(my mom almost fixed an appointment which a rhinoplastery surgeon" ...."i can only see your nose on your face".. and i had grown to detest the mirror for i thought it was true..... i could only see my nose...cause it was imbedded in my head that i had a large nose...occupying 3/4 of my face and as much as i hated it, i knew in my heart that i am not touching or mending the way god made me ......a few years down the line ..the man of my dreams tell me that he loves my nose...well done God ....you have a purpose in placing everything at its right place.....love the way god made you ....he has a reason in doing so....it could be your chinky eyes, your thin lips , your heavy frame, your thin frame. and if he wants to alter you..then he the NOT THE ONE.