When a Generation ends !

  “The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.”

It’s not always easy to see someone leaving you forever and this is not first time I have felt it. I saw it pretty early at an age of 10 when my grandfather passed away & I couldn’t really understand the consequences. Slowly the journey of people leaving me kept going on, and I understood this is something hard but inevitable!

This time I perceived it differently, not because of strong emotional bond but it kept reverberating to me that a generation has ended - a generation of my own grandparents has come to closure. Some face it quiet early in their lives while some don't get it see the affection of the grand generation ever since birth, and some are very fortunate to have them for long. With every generation there is an evolution but when one era ends, I find few things getting lost - their thoughts, their wishes, their secret prayers, their customs and innumerable other tangible and intangible assets. The next generation makes an attempt to carry forward the legacy and it is hard to recognize what we slip out inadvertently. I see them as the protective umbrella that was shielding us – the umbrella goes away leaving us naked, vulnerable and exposed.

I now want to talk specifically about my grandparents – they were conventional, traditional and to some extent, very religious and custom-bound - nevertheless their horizon of thoughts was never narrow. Even 31 years back when most of India wasn’t delighted with the cry of a new born girl, they were ecstatic to have a healthy girl child born in their family. Though this might sound feminist, but this is something I am really feel proud all through my life - for being born in a family where I was always wanted! They were always happy with my success & very supportive throughout. I wish I could have the best of them all, and sometimes I sense that maybe I always had it secretly. The learning from the bygone generation never fail to make me content - my Nani (maternal grandmother) taught how I could be large-hearted and forgive people; my Nana (maternal grandfather) imbibed within me how I can be hardworking even when success seemed bleak, my Dada (paternal grandfather) blessed me to dream with a vision and how the path of education can foster you to achieve your dreams; my Dadi (paternal grandmother) inculcated the thought of how you can never capture sand with your hand and hence it was important to let things go at the right time.

I miss them with each passing day as their memories fly in a flash. I tend to question myself whether I could have talked to them a little more, learnt hardships of life a little more or told them how important they were for us. Could I have tried telling them I love you forever and ever?

In love of my grandparents:

1.     Late Sudharshan Kumar Gupta (Dadaji )

2.     Late Vimla Wati Gupta (Dadiji)

3.     Late Sushil Kumar Jain (Nanaji)

4.     Late Sumitra Jain (Naniji)

“We all die. The goal isn’t to live forever, the goal is to create something that will”

E-commerce E-ase of creating garbage

It was Prime days for Amazon customers; means more deals, more discounts, more rewards, more cashback, and more cartons & packaging material at home. Have you ever wondered do we really need them?

I believe most of us don't need those extra garbage at our homes, but can we do anything about it? It isn't that I haven't tried complaining to them about it, but they don't want to take it!! I then pondered - why would they want to take it, because they are selling these branded packaging material to their sellers and is a source of revenue generation.

We do have an option of giving that to the local recyclers who would buy these packaging material or newpapers. But does it really make sense to provide a 12" box for a cream that is just 3"? Aren't we cutting more trees, recycling more intentionally? Remember - the mantra is: Reduce, Reuse & Recycle. All the e-commerce players have lost all 3 aspects - it's the consumer who is more inclined towards them.

I am not here objecting their standards of packaging, but I am questioning the amount of mess they are creating here, when garbage disposal is one key struggle in our country.

And for that matter, let's not single out amazon here - all the big market players in this field, be it Flipkart, Paytm, Snapdeal who are selling goods, should do something more for the nation, in terms giving us more option of returning those materials which are reusable, and reducing these boxes as much as possible.

My concern may be small - the impact is huge!

Stand and Protect the innocent smiles

The movie Padmaavat which was earlier stated as 'Padmaavati' had too much drama involved with ​ever since the beginning​;​  the reason is still unknown and will always remain so, because ​the Rajput​s​ were against in showcasing this movie while the movie only talks about their extreme valor and bravery to the extent which lasted beyond their death! The unsaid drama, the burning of school buses, destruction of public property only demeaned their extreme prestige, which was being honored in this movie. This all makes us feel whether those who created such nuance really have blood of their forefathers who were being showcased in this movie as such royal & powerful!​

The picture impeccably shows a drama, which is said to be true, and gives goose bumps even today. It’s a story of a king, who fought for his kingdom, for his queen’s dignity and​  for a prestige which goes with the name, 'Rajput'. The queen, who showed women are not just symbol of beauty, but have equal gallantry in their soft hands. The film talks about a प्रथा ,'जोहर' a mass self-immolation -​ this  was the way how queens saved their esteem when they lost in war, the result of losing would lead to life which was unimaginable and full of misery; ​because the war was always done for Power, Money and Woman.
Moving ahead to more constructive thing, we saw immense power in eyes of Padmaavati when she encouraged everyone for self-immolation for dignity, the battle which was lost on war-grounds was won by these valiant women, and even today they are being saluted for it. Due to this reason, Rajput’s,​even today,​ ​hit the streets, because they were afraid that not even the slightest of dignity of these women be lost by this articulated movie. I was amazed with the power they showed; the unity which they stood with. To some extent, it really made me feel proud, since we still acknowledge dignity of women more than anything, and for someone who existed may be in just poems of Malik Muhammad Jayasi 500 years back. But a striking thought which hits me now ​ -​ ​"What about today?​ ​Do we stand with equal vision and solidarity for something which is actually happening in front of our eyes?" The increasing incidents of rape, molestation etc. ​Have no account. To help escalate the issue, we do have acid attacks. And to encourage all of it, we quietly sit at our homes, blaming victim’s helplessness because she stepped out of home, may be at a time, or may be in an attire which encouraged all of this. Doesn't this movie easily show that the victim could be as innocent and as detached from the blame, as Rani Padmaavati herself was? But nobody has really stood up with so much solidarity; if they would have,​the results of these cases won’t have risen by even a single percentage!!! Relating it to the movie​-​should we provide every girl with a knife, to cut her throat if she found herself in such a situation? This would be something not in my hands, or yours, since it would be going against the law but we can still ponder about it, and may be a small inception of such thought could actually help us in correcting where we are going wrong.

Now moving to something which I have been waiting to write about:​ child molestation or child sexual abuse. Even writing about this gives me goose bumps, the only thing I fear more nowadays, is not a natural calamity ​or a terrorist attack, but a​n attempt of molestation on a small kid, who could be as small as 8 months​ ​, and there is no end, talking about the latest Kathua incident, 8 years old girl!!! The heinous crime has no explanation, neither can we ask an infant to protect itself from this, nor are we seeing someone really standing up for the cause. (Read silence)

Talking about an adult, we can'​t really ask law makers to be blind and give an adult victim total power of taking laws in their hands, because it could be really be misused, as being suggested. But we can really stand up for a child victim, who is so pure and embraces sanctity. ​It’s really the time to hold one another's hands, and together stand tall, and punish their offenders.


I hereby demand for "Public burning of such offender, Burn those who think of touching a child"
Let’s start a revolution #BurnTheChildMolester #BurnThem #BurnThePrivatePartsofChildMolester 

I believe if we punish even one culprit, many of them would understand the extent of their crime, which they have failed to understand till now. The crime record of such attempts, hold a long history, it’s not a start what we are hearing now, but let’s bring an end to it!

My child is the reason I laugh, smile and want to get up every morning , is it same for You ?
I am totally convinced with #BurnTheChildMolester #BurnThem #BurnThePrivatePartsofChildMolester, Are You?



Note:  Lets not stand for political Reasons, Like our youngest  Congress Youth Leader is trying to potray!!!

lost in WEB-bed life

It's disheartening to get lost from your own blog for so long, and being reminded by a friend that you use to write what happened, and you can't explain the reason, and can only find lame excuses!!!
The title above states it rightfully, pun intended, our life is entangled in threads of this WEB ( internet) , whoever invented it clearly knew, one day every one of us will be entrapped here, we won't be having means of coming out, because we have created our own world here( Instagram, twitter, WhatsApp, Facebook, snapchat ...) .
We have virtual friends on Facebook, when we get bored of their reposting and sharing, we check the instagram !!! A day to day hi-hello is best conversed on WhatsApp, to share your piece of mind, most intellectual people are there on twitter or quorA, snapchat to have some snapping fun, and if you bored with above all , "just swipe right"(tinder).
Small things in life, going on vacation to grandparents house, village tour, or running barefooted on grounds, climbing on trees and eating fruits , have just become things we miss and read in inspiring posts!!!
Let's try to pull the threads , let's try to come out of it a little, because the way we have twisted ourself  in this WEB, we are being pulled more and more in the social media Swamp !!!

Appreciating what we might have missed

Reading the letter written by Amitabh Bachchan, and the controversy followed by it.I tried to reread the letter several times, and really miss, what my other friends, have been trying to portray by asking questions back from him.

I didn't find any issue in it, even though when he said , his grand-daughter's hold a very special legacy of his maternal grand father. Isn't it how our society is built, being a man, he relished his forefathers legacy more, but isn't it beautiful, he want his daughters, to carry forward it, not just his 'Sons', why we miss that ? If he really had anything of putting down feminism, he wont have written the letter to his daughters only, isn't it .

Bringing feminism in every topic, has become a trend now. I believe we have proved it many a times now, that girls are no less than boys, but don't stretch to a point that it looks like, boys are any less than girls!!! Being a girl, for me feminism is important, but my feminism is sub conscious effect of my husband's masculinity. We both are equals, but we are like those two hands of a body, who being equal, cannot dominate each other, we are required by each other in every phase of life, cut the one, and other becomes handicapped, true Right ?

I might be sounding strange, but somehow, I feel gender inequality is not sole result of what a man thinks, this might be harsh truth of life, it is more prevalent, due to women. You might see, son's are not asked by mothers to help them in daily chores, as much a daughter is required to; a son's marriage might not be something they are in hurry for, as much for a daughter who has just turned 20; I have seen mother's asking for a son, who might take care of her in old age, Really ? Than why there is sudden splurge in Old Age Home's when we have seen in past decades, boy:girl ratio have gone up.

I truly feel, a change in society is required, when it can be bought by a woman, in a woman, for a woman. A mother might have to think its 'OK', if her girl has more interest in playing the sport, and her son likes to cook; she is the primary care taker of her child in their early age, and if she can cultivate in him/her that you both are equal, that initial foundation will help us to move forward, and bring a change in society.

Lets stop pointing out what might be having no relevance in real world, but appreciate what is more important!

ON a wedding, to our loved young sis - Chetna

Its important to write sometimes, and its really important to write for someone, sometimes
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A wedding yesterday marked a new era, for us, an era where we are moving towards more maturity, more responsibility and a little higher position in family. Its important how life changes, wedding marks a new beginning, children another, but marriage of younger brother, sister marks a new era!!

I feel so different, so strange, when she stepped into this new world of hers, may be she will look back now and then, but I will still see her, as the little one. You are moving into a new life, a new dream, and I hope its a never ending dreamworld for you. You looked the most amazing bride, and the little hands of yours, tightly clenched, holding your fears, your shyness, and much beyond, the curiosity with which you have always looked at new things.

There is so much I learned from you, you always gave a new perspective of things to me, your smile was most cheerful one, and enthusiasm was mind blowing. I hope you will always keep that charm of your chirpiness.

You were always a backbone, and a loving support for our Friendship, even though you were the little one. We never said, but there was always a silent 'C' , when we said 'BANK' , without you, we were never complete and will never be! I hope people didn't wonder when four of us were clicked, who was there behind that camera, or when one of us was missing, who filled the place, with equal excitement. We formed the four pillars, and you were our 'C'enter. Now when you have undone the curtains of new beginning, I really wish that beautiful smile, the cheerful laughter, the sparkling eyes, will always behold their charm, forever.


--- With lots of Love to Chetna

BANK

Tak Tak

Tak Tak !! Bang bang sound in morning.

I am not sure how many of you might be familiar with it. But it was a sweet sound, which reminds me of a beautiful childhood of mine, a newspaper knocking on my balcony door, asking me to get up.  I still remember the black rubber band, with which newspaper was bundled up, was something we relish collecting :).
But somehow, all these things are slowly being missed, or lost in the polluted winds of Delhi air; Or may be extra advanced tech world , made us forget about the beautiful essence the paper of newspaper held within.

Why it all strike to me today, and the credits goes to my lovely daughter, who by her innocent action made me feel, what was lost long ago. From last four years, we have stopped taking newspapers, there are many reasons behind it, in hush hush life, we rarely have time to hold that newspaper and get acquainted with the world, we like to hold our androids or ios instead, and read it on a go. And frankly I find space crunch in keeping those newspapers, which just find there place under my cupboard, or some lunch boxes. But that day, by some mean newspaper reached our place, I tried to take benefit of it and turned some pages and left it there, than my daughter while playing, spread the newspaper and laid down on it, and acted as if she is reading it. It stunned me, may be she will never know the importance of that piece of paper, cause her childhood wont experience what we did. What was an important part of our lives, will just be a soulless paper for her.

I really don't know, whats right here, are we moving in certain direction, leaving behind the legacy which was colorful, even though the newspaper had only black-white pictures, or missing those small parts of life, making us forget the roots of our being. Things are changing so fast, sometimes its difficult to catch pace of time, but than why there is hurry, haven't we always seen, we cant get it all, and what, we always tend to forget is its important to Live than Thrive for the unknown wealth, which cant Strive to the fate we behold, time and time, again and again!!!


MOMO-2 

Are people losing hope in Life?

When on Monday morning we read another suicide of someone well educated or well settled being, it gives shivers. Life has become so uncertain for us, on one hand people are dying with diseases that are so dangerous but are spreading like common cold, and on same hand people,s who can still decide for their lives, are dying because life is being unfair to them, and not giving them what they want, be it worldly goods, or a good relationship or their own version of customized love.

Some might argue, it is STRESS, people are so stressed with their lives, no peace at work , and mayhem at homes, lead to a suicidal tendency. But I feel different, we have created lifestyle like this, we want everything or anything, a perfect home, a perfect lifestyle, because a friend in past, who is posting awesome pictures on Instagram, is having a blast in his life, which fascinates or depresses us to such level, that we feel distinguish. What doesn't cross our minds, everyone has their own share of worries, struggles, a picture perfect celluloid doesn't make anyone happier than us, and even if they really are, why cant we be oblivion of fact that life cannot be same for everyone, the disparity would exists.

I suggest if you cant still be happier, look at poor people, they still struggle more than us, and are happier, or look at people living in less facilities and still making ends work for them.
We need to realize that we are moving from life of luxury, to life of struggle, since natural resources are vanishing, money cannot really help us now, the best example of this Liquor Baron Vijay Mallya, we all felt his life is perfect, still he is stuck with the trickiest deal, I don't know if he really thought suicide can be easy way out.

I know sometimes we can be so much stressed, all these things wont come to our mind at a go, but I would suggest some therapy's which work for me:
1. Seeing some of good movies, like Anand or Chak de, it really works for me.
2. Going for long walk, even if you are in middle of something, leave everything and just go out and be with yourself, and feel the calmness,
3. Eating a chocolate does wonders, the darker the better.( I feel thats why children are less stressed :D)
4. Yoga could be good option.
5. Going to salon also looks good to me.

There can be your own version of customized stress reliever exercises, try to find what works best for you. And be at peace !!!

MOMO - 1

MOnday MOrning BLues

Every Monday, we raise our-self with new hopes and lows, And there are so many things running in our mind, We feel lets perfect our-self, this week with all the wrongs of last one, and be more dedicated and punctual. Either we are up and running, or still in hangover of weekend, in any case, we have to reach to our workplace late or early, be it kitchen for homemakers or office for bread-earners.

I am someone who gets new ideas on Monday, which fade away by end of week. So I thought of starting this new venture on my blog, MOnday MOrning BLues (MOMO) :P . A new idea , a new thought, something to ponder about.

HE

I know this person, very closely. Someone, whom I can notice on daily basis, and today I realized something which in all these years, I haven’t paid attention. He has a habit of worry for small things, even if nobody is looking at it or come back to him complaining. But what he can’t do is ignore it. He goes to restaurant either he doesn’t leave food on his plate, or make sure he disposes it; or cleans up his own table to some extent, so that he doesn’t leave behind a big mess for someone else. In India, you will hardly find anyone standing behind zebra crossing, until they are fined for same, but if you see someone doing it without any obligation, isn’t it amazing.

And then I wonder why he does so, why he sees beyond, when most of us feel it’s just not our duty. Isn’t it very simple, just put yourself, in same person position, and feel how he would, on you. May be as easy said, but not done. What may be crossing our minds at times, we go in restaurant, and we pay 4-5 times of actual food cost, because we are also paying for cleanliness, the decorum, the hygiene and for that matters, Service taxes and charges too. So where are we wrong, if we let the others do their job?

Here is what goes, in a waitress mind, when he sees a filthy table, “Oh probably some rich brat, who doesn’t know humans work here, not the animals.” Clean and make arrangement is their job in this case, but a little thought in us can ease their lives so much.

We are not ask to go beyond our limits, just that ½ second of thought that all will matter here.

15 Park Avenue

Its an address in NYC, a place in Monopoly and a brilliant movie by "Aparna Sen".

I got a chance to watch this movie, or in better way, I stumbled upon this, on YouTube coincidentally. And somehow it touched me, that even after so much time I feel an uneasiness; a feeling it bought in me has left me, want my own company a little more, just be myself for a while, and think about nothing; Absolutely Nothing!!!

The movie made me feel, the importance of  patience, the need of love, and the sacrifice one does for his loved ones unconditionally, in return they need nothing but may be a mental support to continue to do the good work. There are few things in life nobody asks from us, and won't even complain if we fail to commit to them; something of this sort will give us so much power, and humbleness that nothing would be unachievable for us. Life brings with itself a bundle of reasons to smile, but it always depends on us, whether we are able to search for those reasons even in tiniest task we do.

The film gives a very simple hidden meaning in between, we are searching for something in life, sometimes we find it in our lifetime, and sometimes we don't; sometimes we know, what we are looking for, we might not get it forever, but belief is something which let us go on; disappointment is part of every search, but it totally depends on us, if can still see the ray of hope after the spur of darkness. We will never know how many more footsteps we can leave on the path of life, but how long these impressions will still hold our aroma, will be something we can always decide.

Life is a beautiful quest, and I believe many of us have this option to make it even better every single day. Lets not ask for more or less, lets ask for a question, whose answer's pursual can bring a difference in us!

Complaint Letter to God

God gave us this life, and he provided us various means to communicate with our fellow humans; Mouth, hand, expressions. And we developed our communication skills, such that we reached to a different horizon of doing it; phone, internet. But isn’t it pity, still when we have to talk to God, the creator, we don’t have any direct link yet, and that’s why I thought of writing this letter today.

Hi God

How are you! We are almost fine. Little hiccups here and there, but its quiet good down here; with every fresh air you send packets of oxygen, as you know it would be difficult for us without it; with each drop of rain, you don’t miss to quench our thirst; you keep sprinkling grains from above, so without our knowledge food keep growing for us; I know it’s so hectic for you as you have to keep shifting sun and moon, so that we don’t miss single moment of day or night. Believe me you have done your best, and you always keep doing without, a miss. But still today I have a complaint; I know we humans have this tendency of complaining all the time, though today I feel it’s more genuine from my side, as this is on the behalf of those who yet can’t do it to you, by themselves. They are none other than small infants and kids, I feel shame God, when these helpless kids, are sexually assaulted. They become, prey of lust of big ones because they are tiny and virtuous, and loss their dignity!! Slowly slowly, things are going so much out of hand that, every mother father thinks twice before their child goes to anyone except them. The lust of human hasn't left even these noble kids, the Gift of you. These little kids are at lost of word, what went wrong with them, when they face one of these heinous acts; some of them even hasn't started speaking yet! Can you imagine what impact it could make on them; they might not come out of the fear and pain, and may not trust anyone forever in their lives. I wonder I can never meet someone who was the victim of this (I pray I never have too), but imagine what will kid say, what happened with them, did they even understand the severity of crime for which they were taken advantage of.

Who is to be blamed here, everyone would say, the one who does this unspeakable conduct, I believe government is trying to build laws, making them fear that once caught it could be really bad for them. We are trying to aware the society to some extent. But I believe none of it is helping us much.

God, we need you here. We as humans can miss to see it, but how can you, why don't you kill the person then and there only, give the capital punishment nobody ever thought before touching these angels. And if you can’t do it, (as I think sometimes you are also blindfolded like our Indian law systems/ bonded by law of life and death) I have a very important suggestion, please send these kids loaded with protection, so that they can protect themselves, from such acts in any situations. You need to give them some mean, so that they can safeguard their dignity from day one as soon as they land in this world. I know to some extent you might think it’s not feasible, but aren’t we left with this as only solution now. The world has come to a point, where self protection is utmost important and oneself is responsible for it, however small or big you can be. I know when you send these angels to earth, you give them mother father, and a family; but God what if one of them only turn scavengers for these little angels. These fairies, who are feared to get dirty by even touching, can never remove the stains of this awful deed of other person.

It is time to show your power now. Because God, the greed of this animal called human, has gone beyond the limits, and I am scared, one day we will leave with no humanity/sanctity within us.

Regards

One of the Human

unequal worlds - obese and malnutrition

Sometimes we see something,and it touches our hearts, and what happens next day ? We forget about it. I know we are very busy with our lives and sometimes we are so helpless, we can't do anything about it and sometimes we have this doubt is it really true ?
Like I read this post on my friend's Facebook page, (as social media can be really informative at times)

Dirt Poor Haitians Eat Mud Cookies To Survive 

I was almost left dumbstruck , if this can be true but since world has come to a point where anything is possible, probably this is also happening in it. I asked myself what we can do, sending an aid is not an option, cause there would many who are sending it, but its not reaching them. Then what ?Really there is no solution I can think. In all this dilemma I did what I do most of times put it words,my Thoughts!!

The above picture synonymously depict what I feel, will this fat world wont ever get satiated with whatever he gets to eat, will he ever realize whatever food he waste in a single meal, is enough to feast a poor for whole day!!!

she is my gudiya....

As, you might be knowing that I am a proud mother of a baby, my sweet little Kuhu.
Yesterday one of my colleague friend, asking about her, said aapki gudiya to...... and believe me, this post has generated from that very single thought.

By nature, we classify, our baby girls, as a someone very fragile and delicate, as soft as a doll, a Gudiya!!! But I wonder, isn't we cultivating in them, that they belong to weaker section of society from start. What I feel, yes she is my doll, but not the eye candy one, she is someone who gives me strength to work harder, she makes me see world with new perception, a perception, I fail to see from an adult eyes. I have seen, she keeps trying new things, she fails , she falls, but she never give up. I learn so many things from her, she isn't someone who fears and hide, even when its dark, I have seen her moving towards light. She knows when to smile and make it correct, she has started making her own decision, whether right or wrong, she stands for them.

On seeing our main door open, she stepped on our door mat, and turned towards me, I felt she was saying to me, " This world is big Mom, but you see, you have given me wings that can take me higher, and I will never fear anyone". Every time I look at her, its just another learning chapter of my life. And then I ask this question again, when she is my strength and spirit in every possible way, we cannot say she will break so easily! I love her the most, but I know I have to let her fly free spirited, to learn and explore. I will bind no expectation , because there is nothing as the MOST SUCCESSFUL, when you feel contended and happy, that is the true meaning of life or true achievement. 

Flawless Indian Judiciary (Read Sarcasm)

#SalmanKhanVerdict has too much of drama yesterday, there are  multiple views, every news channel has a different angle to show us this story ,but in real nobody actually know 100% what happened that night, only the victims, the Veteran Actor himself, few witnesses of the case and God (if we really believe in him)!

I have jotted down few points on which we can keep pondering:

• We all love Salman Khan ( most of us ) but still it involves death of a person. Why we value life of a person with money and fame he have in his account; just imagine if that day it was Salman on footpath and died man was driving car; will the result would have been same ? Or even, case would have gone for 12 years before verdict was given ?
• I don't know about of Salman, more than how I see him on screen or what I read about him in newspaper; but I clearly have this instinct that he changed drastically in these 12 years. Doesn't it really indicates, he is guilty of what happened? 

• Truly, if he is suffering for his deeds and trying to overcome it by helping those whom he can, I believe that self -realization, is better punishment for a man, who really from his heart feels guilty for whatever happened in that unfortunate event. But will ever our judiciary can design such a punishment that can really make a person realize of his mistake ,then just putting him behind the bars?

• Foremost, he is not God and can do mistakes too! Lets not judge him for what he did, though, this time severity of mistake was too high (as it involves a human life); But do we in India really care for a human life?

• It would have been just, if our judiciary, would have given paralleled judgement in such cases. But why the judgement change based on age, caste, fame ,money etc. factors! Shouldn't it only be influenced by past records of human activities and good deeds?

• Isn't 12 years a too long span, for a verdict to be announced. In these 12 years, he has changed in many ways;
• What influence this punishment would have bought in him then, will it be same now too? 
• What about victims and their families? Aren't their suffering prolonged by judiciary, so who will pay for the extension, which is surely not were in hands of Salman!!!
• Isn't there is a major change required in our judiciary to fasten court cases like these? Because time and tide, waits for no-one!

• People are praising, how good human he is in real. But how can we forget in this case, his humanity cannot save the person he killed that night; even the moon is shunned for having a spot, So why wont he be for this act ?

In nutshell, life is beyond our control, we do things and obviously, need to bear what went wrong from us. So let him reconcile, what he did, instead making journey more and more painful for him!!

motherhood ...still a dream

Its almost 11 months, when this little princess came into my arms, and today also when I hold her, I feel same. Its amazing, how she changed me completely as a person, and help me find this most amazing characteristic of a woman; Motherhood. I still see myself in astonishment, how my body parts evolved for a child, and became a home for this baby foetus for 9 months, and then a mother to feed my baby's stomach, a cradle to make her sleep in tranquillity and most important, centre of abundance of love. Believe me, I never imagined I can ever do all this until she came.

The first time I held her in my arms, I realised she is part of me, she has the most beautiful essence of our love, she smells of innocence, she steals looks of my love (her father), and she beholds, my childhood, which I will relive again. She touched my senses, and invoked the hidden mother in me. She made me believe, I can be someone whom she can trust for everything. Its miraculous, how beautifully she held my hand and took me on this adventurous trip of mother-daughter journey.

Every morning, when she wakes up and gives me her ravishing smile, I feel God has showered me with lots of blessings. Truly, she is gift of God, and a prettiest dream!!!

Shaking earth, Shattering walls, And the breath we still behold!!!!!

`We're very, very lucky to be alive ' (Ref TOI)

Today morning I read this in newspaper, and then travelled a journey of emotion inside me, which I have been feeling from last four days after the Earthquake in Nepal. In my life span till now, somehow I have been quiet unlucky in seeing all calamities and tragedies happening in the world, but with God's grace till this event all those were just far sighted, but this time my fate brought me so much closer to this debacle, which had ruined the Nepal disastrously. My life, or as people say my better half, is still stuck in this disturbed country; he is safe and doing well with all the prayer of his beloved, but my heart sank every-time, I think what he and my dear family there is going through.
My heartsores more, when I think the impact it would have created in children's mind, the trauma they might have felt seeing the catastrophic disaster around them. I get so unsure what should I thank God for, though my family is protected, what about thousands of those who aren't even sure, where to look for their family. I am not trying to be pessimistic at the moment, but till the time I really hold my family, the demons of trepidation are clutching me in their arms!!

The question still remains same, how gratified should we feel, for every breath we still are taking, Or, Can we really empathize, the convulsion of those affected people. The narcissist characteristic of us humans, kills the beautiful gift of God in us; humanity. We do get selfish in our lives at times, or do I say most of the times; and this time I really felt it so strongly in my heart; for my family out there! But believe me, goodness within us keeps bouncing back, and ascertaining the feeling, the life is all about living for those who love you and for those too, who are just taking same breaths, as we do!!!

I know all these disasters, have done no good to anyone, but lets just console our little hearts, that somehow they make us stand united and feel connected with every life, without any biased feeling in us. So lets join our hands in this sorrow, and open our arms in every generosity we can shower on these affected people. Believe me they just don't need monetary help, but a thoughtful affection too; not just because they are needy, instead cause they are one of us!

In end just one thing, lets be thankful to God, every day and moment, that he has given us this beautiful life, and protecting all our loving family with his blessings. 

And one more closing thought for today

"We must accept the finite disappointment, but we must never loss infinite hope."

- Martin Luther King

A time in life, which you always wanted but not the way it did ......

Yesterday, whole day, I kept checking the calender date, I kept seeing my watch, and still my heart wasn't ready to accept, that the time had come, when one of my sweetheart, is taking vows to be with her soul-mate forever and ever!

I have never imagined, that my eyes would miss the most exquisite occasion, when the two most dazzling people, will hold each other's hand and will become one soul till eternity. But this was something I needed to accept; I needed to believe that it did really happen, So I quietly, closed my eyes; a little drop of tear and a blissful blessing for them, is what I prayed in tranquillity :).

Sometimes its not easy to accept things in the way they occurred; to believe in the destiny, how it entangled some of your life events. I had so much wished to be with her, when she becomes the most adoring bride; to share her nervousness, when she steps for her final destination; to see her smiling shyly with tinge of excitement for a novel future, to see her groom catching a glimpse of his princess now and then, I still so much wish, I was there to feel what I always believed, will be a ceremony of great love!

And the day passed for me like any other day, with nothing to look forward; but with so many past events which we shared in innocence, in cuteness of friendship, in idiotic adolescence; believe me, they will always bring a satisfaction, a smile, and; a secret desire, that we might share a new prospect of life now, we will see each other growing, may be from far, we will share each other happiness, and something which will bond us beyond the imagination of this world.

And, with this note I end my thoughts with the optimism, that God gave me the most beautiful gift of friendship, with three of you with me, which I will always relish :).

Long Live the BANK.

-Bhawna Ayushi Nupur Kritika  

REGENERATION on last post

As we can say, its totally human to make errors, And what I feel, really essential to correct them too:)

In my last post, in spur of my thoughts I added few lines with few newly created lyrics having aromatic music, it wasn't wrong from my side, but what was more important that I forgot to add the classic which best described the energy I felt then.

So adding the most beautiful song, which is a true reminiscence of Love and Peace, even after a decade.

Keep cherishing the song, with little sip's of coffee and last few hours of week to finish :)

Did we ever think Love has one more essence- Peace!!!

Love is such a magical word; how it spreads its magic around and captures even the most strong-hearted person. It has many magnificent sides, but lets talk about something which we forget to observe, Peace.

Love has this uninterrupted aroma, which spreads peace in its surrounding. Wherever there is love, peace comes in full-baggage; and we just cant help, cherishing, the enticing effect it has on us.
I am not very sure, how much words can support my conclusions, but yes below videos can make u enjoy a part of what, I am trying to indicate here :)