That Night

Eyes stared at eachother
Speaking more than few set of words

Lips pressed against eachothers
Bringing out the desire to love

Stroking eachothers hair
Feeling the warmth generated

Hands exploring the curves
With kisses and more kisses

Wild passions and emotions ran deeply
With desire to love and to be loved

Nothing could stop them today
As every touch, every kiss felt insufficient

That was the night to be remembered
The night when two souls became one

 

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The Antenna Mamma

Being a Mom is a tough tough job. You have to be on your toes all the time 24*7. What does the kid need, how to make them understand what is right or wrong are few of the many things a parent needs to do. The antenna has to be always on and strong so as to catch the signals of the child.

So what do you think is The Antenna Mamma?

Presenting you a post by me on The Antenna Mamma written for Parentous - An initiative by BlogAdda. You can continue reading it here.

Would be happy to see your footprints. :)

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Two Gifts

What should I buy? From where to buy? How much should be the budget? Will the gift be appropriate for the occasion? Is there a better option to gift? Will the person like it? Will it be useful? Well, these are some of the questions that run in my mind with respect to purchasing the gift. This makes the shopping and gifting experience a bit tedious and a task. So what to do? Asking, consulting will only give an idea but not help in buying the final one. So, you take along your spouse hoping that both will come to a good conclusion in deciding which one to gift. And here we go.

Day1 (Buying a gift for Mom on her birthday)

Him: Let's gift a nice Punjabi suit. What's say?

Me: That is so common. And she has many dresses. So this is out.

Him: Ok. Then what about a Saree? She looks good in sarees. (Said in affirmation as to put weight on the said option)

Me: Will you please give me a unique idea? All these are so common. (Getting irritated)

Him: Why don't you tell? You always make a perfect choice. Right? (In the context of marrying me)

Me: Yea, but that was just a one off (giving a wicked smile)

The discussion continues being in the mall, roaming from shops to shops and then coming out with a huge bill. He decided to gift himself a formal shirt and a jeans. Bravo! That was the least expected. Going to buy a gift for someone else you end up purchasing  gifting all for yourself! Me, not even into consideration. And the day ended with a not so ugly but a small fight.

Day 2

So after a complete fiasco yesterday, I decided to go out all by myself and look out for that unique gift which will bring a huge smile on mom's face and will be liked. And there I was in a mall different than the one visited yesterday with eyes wide open, looking for that 'gift' material. It was almost 3 hours after which I came to a conclusion of gifting a hand bag. And not to forget the long stops at various stores, eyes looking desperately for a good gift, legs asking for a pit stop and stomach craving for nutella. And alas a black hand bag was purchased, gift wrapped and gently kept inside a carry bag.

 

And since it was festival season, I just 'thought' of looking for some stuff just for me. In the end when I could not find even a tiny little space in my hand bag, I realised how much I had purchased for myself. A clutch, a kurti, a punjabi suit, few nail polishes, lipsticks, eyeliner, kajal (list will go on and on). I told him in the evening when he returned home from work that the gift had been bought but didn't reveal what it is. You will come to know on the day itself, I said. But I didn't tell him about those so called unwanted things according to him which have been purchased and kept safely.

Day 2 (around same time when I was in the mall)

Being feeling guilty of not helping me yesterday in buying me a gift for mom and selfishly gifting things for himself, he decided to buy a gift for mom. He too thought of buying a nice handbag but this one was made of jute rather than leather. And a birthday card placed inside. On hearing this news I laughed like I had never before. It was like 2 gifts which were almost similar had been purchased to gift it to mom.

(In the evening)

And there we were all in a grand birthday celebration for Mom, waiting for her to open the gift and to capture her reaction on getting not one but two gifts and that too almost similar. Though we had a good laugh at it, somewhere I felt it would have been better if I checked it online at Badhai.in where it would have been easier to gift a voucher of a specified amount and redeem it later with a gift of her choice. Anyways better late than never.

 

This post is a part of the contest at BlogAdda.com in association with Badhai.in

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Save water. It doesn't grow on trees

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

 

 

Pre 2012 & Till Date

Post 2012

 

 

 

 

 

I will not say much as the above pictures are self explanatory and well understood. This is soon going to be a reality. A grim situation that the entire world will face sooner than later. Many people don't understand the importance of saving and conserving water. Most of the times taps are left open, buckets are over flowing, house maids keep tap open while washing utensils and so on. Moreover for our sole purpose of having fun and enjoying the festival of Holi we use water in a completely careless manner. Lakhs of litres of water is being wasted in the name of celebration. All this has to stopped. What is concerning me and makes me sad is that the so called educated class of people do such things. Inspite of creating awareness among people, the most educated class of people indulge in wastage of water. A time will come when there will be wars fought for the sole reason of getting their hands on water.

 

 

If I had the power to change something, I would change this callous attitude of people in conserving water. It is high time people start taking it seriously as it is rightly said "When you conserve water, you conserve life."

 

Spread the word. Educate the most educated and literate class of people first and more importantly educate yourself. Even a small drop of water counts, so put a stop to a drop.

 

 





This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

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Missing You

It was the day of separation as he had to shift abroad for a new job. They hugged eachother seemingly inseparable whilst sadness evident on their faces. He gave a red colour paper along with a red dress as a symbol of their undying love and affection asking to keep it safely and hug the dress on seeing the paper.

 

*****

 

 

She took one from a huge pile of dress after staring at her wardrobe incessantly. A red piece of paper hidden within flew and settled on the ground. The paper said nothing. Immediately tears rolled out of her eyes and swiftly she plucked that red colour dress from the pile and hugged it.

 



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Keeping my fingers crossed

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda


News story on a particlar day:

Meenal was a very bright student not only in academics but also in sports. Since childhood it was her dream to be a national badminton player someday in her life. Her parents supported her in each and every way they can to achieve her dream. At the tender age of just eleven, her parents got her enrolled in badminton camp for fine tuning the skills required to master the game. Siddhant was her coach, guide and mentor for the two month programme. Meenal used to leave home at seven in the morning and come back at two in the afternoon an hour late than other students. Siddhant was very impressed by her and constant feedback from him helped Meenal to improve a lot.

One bright day, Siddhant asked her to wait in a room for personal grooming as a part of camp. Meenal was very excited with the constant feedback, motivation and extra care and support she used to get from Siddhant since day one. Siddhant entered the room with a bright smile, eyes constantly looking at Meenal determined with blood rushing through the entire body and movements around his pelvic region which he only can feel. He was too close for Meenal's discomfort and the poor student was subjected to Child Sexual Abuse. That day, that time her soul died, crying in pain and discomfort. God was left watching as a mere spectator.

 

 

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Raj and Simran were busy planning their daughter's birthday. Only three days were left for the big day. Each and every arrangement was being made minutely with extreme care so that nothing falls short than an extraordinary birthday party. The only thing that was still undecided was which clothes to wear, whether to buy new or arrange from those there in the wardrobe. Raj decided of buying new clothes for all as it was their daughter's first birthday party. So they went to a mall to purchase the new clothes.

 

 

Simran checked out few clothes and decided to have a trial on some before actually purchasing. And she entered the trial room. Simran being a modern day girl looked around the entire room, checked the mirror by placing a finger on it. Everything looked okay and thus she proceeded. But little did she knew that there was a spy camera located on the upper edge of the mirror. Everything was captured in the spy camera. That day, that time Simran was tormented to a crime caused by inhuman people. But God was watching in shock along with embarrassment of creating such disgusting people.

 

 

*****

 

 

Aasma  had just turned eighteen last month. She was working as a receptionist in a small company full of males. Their parents had started looking for a suitable groom as she had turned eighteen and wanted to get rid of the burden on their head. Salim, her colleague was very much interested in her and he left a proposal to her parents. Salim did not want anything from her and her parents which propmpted to marry of Aasma to Salim.

 

On the first night she waited for Salim to come up to her and take her into a different world altogether. But little did she knew of what was awaiting for her. Salim came with a lighted cigarette in his hand and went towards Aasma. He slowly made her get rid of her clothes till she was completely naked and then pressed the lighted cigarette on her belly, thighs, neck, buttocks and every part of her body. This was his way of showing love to her. That day, that time she was dying in pain and horror but suddenly mustered courage and kicked him right under his belly. And there he was lying in pain as somehow Aasma managed to run away. God was watching this in fury with a slight tinge of happiness.

 

 

*****

 

 

Next day news story:

 

Durga was in fury and was striking hard with vengeance. She had come with a mission. Mission to eliminate those inhuman people inflicting pain, tormenting women to various types of violence. She hit them hard as she did while facing Mahishasura, a demon. "Roar with delight while still you can, O illiterate demon, because when I kill you, Gods themselves will roar in delight", proclaimed Durga while her sword hitting them with brutal force killing them instantly.

 

 











 

 

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Keeping my fingers crossed is definitely a cliche but that doesn't mean we lose faith in God and at the same time behave like Gods. Atrocities against women have increased by leaps and bounds and we need people to educate themselves about how gruel a crime it is. And if the situation doesn't improve then who knows Goddess Durga might herself come down to earth to avenge the crime carried out against women. And beware! Durga Puja and Navratri are just days away. Probably this might be the right time for the Goddess to descend down to earth.

 

 





This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

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Together Forever

 

Waking up smiling and energetically by seeing the most beautiful face on earth,

Just as the earth rises by the bright sunshine with happiness to spread

 

And exploring her curves delicately and slowly,

Just as the water explores the depth of the ocean

 

By seeing her smile the heart erupts with bubbles of joy,

Just as the leaves smile when raindrops fall after a long summer

 

Being there in her cries of despair as a pillar of strength,

Just as the himalayas stand through the seasons

 

Sometimes throwing surprises at her or explaining her like a child,

Just as a sudden fall of snow and playing with snowballs

 Teasing, playing games and having fun with her,

Just as the sun and clouds playing hide and seek

 

Enjoying the roller coaster ride together, capturing moments as they come,

Just as a rivulet making its way through a mountain


 

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