Indeed a daring trip!

What do you guys think of staying in a forest without any real world exposure? Isn’t it a wonderful opportunity? Yes, indeed it is. I got such an opportunity to live in a forest where you might see long and thick tress making it look like a dense forest with houses situated between a distance of minimum 2kms.

It was in the year of 2002 when me and my sisters were on annual holidays at the month of April. So we were constantly pestering our parents to take us on a trip to some arctic place. Unable to stand over our pressure they planned to send us to one of our relative who is living in the hills of Attapadi, Kerala district.

My parents took us to the Coimbatore bus stand and we got a bus to the place called Anaikatti. It was really exciting for us as we have gathered all the favorable news from our parents regarding the place. We were expecting for a place like some Ooty or Kodaikanal as my mother said it will be greens everywhere and we could also feel a cool breeze of climate all through the day and so on. 

After taking up a travel around some 3 hours we reached that place and we found there only road and nothing else. On the sides we also found huge mountains with so many trees which would actually look like a thick forest during night times I thought. Then my parents hired a jeep from Anaikatti to the place Attapadi. And once we got into the jeep and started to travel I found the jeep heading towards a road amid the mountains and after a half an hour travel over the mountain we finally got down on a place where there is no more traces of any pathway and there was also no houses as far I could see. I felt a bit of fear running through my eyes and thought I am going to be dead during the night and decided to run with my mom once she starts.

Then my parents asked us to follow them in a single path which was with mud and there were so many bushes and trees where so many weird sounds were coming from and at one point of time we were walking in the midst of trees and only trees all around us. Even if someone kills us we could not get escaped from this place I thought. Then we suddenly came across a stream where the water was flowing just like the silvery threads with a sweet sound and the place was so calm without a single distraction and I could hear only the sound of the water flowing as a crystal clear.

We were still walking by crossing the stream in a crooked path and when the path is wet we were probably getting slipped down and struck deep within the mud which made us feel irritated and all our dress was a mess. Then after half an hour walk we finally saw a small hut which is where we are going to stay for a week. HELL NO I thought loud. I have never been in a hut before and after all these walk in this dense forest how could I stay there. Never!

We were greeted with full of smiles by the old grandma and grandpa who lived there all alone. And there was no electricity as well. And it slowly started to get dark outside the hut. We were sleeping tiil 7 p.m as we were quiet tired over our long walk in the woods. When I woke up I saw the hut was lit up with a kind of lantern and the dinner was kept ready. And know what? The rice they offered us was just so hard and big unlike our city rice. But in that hunger state I was not able to investigate all those things about the rice and so we speedily engulfed what was offered to us. And it was a high time that I have to pee. But I was really afraid to go out as I already heard those weird sounds of animals at night. So I asked for help from my mother and when I came out I was dumbstruck. It was pitch black and I could not make out even a single thing which is kept out there. A sudden sting of fear caught my nerves and I hurried inside the hut saying I will not go out. So that grandma accompanied me with the lantern and I was half-hearted and somehow came fast running back.

I was not able to sleep even for a minute as my entire heart and mind was like haunted. And suddenly around the midnight I heard a sudden thud of nice over the hut and as the seconds passes the sound was becoming faster. So I woke my mother and I was literally crying to her regarding the sound. And at that time the grandma got up and asked me come lets go and see like that. I was already in fear and when she called I said no. But she allegedly took me with her outside of the hut. And there I saw a big elephant and one small one standing and making those sounds. And when the elephants noticed the grandma coming it stopped making noise and came to the entrance of the hut and stood like a little child which made me astonish. The grandma gave some bananas and was speaking to the elephant as “hey can’t you see who has come to our home? It’s our relatives. See this kid is frightened hearing the sounds you made. So better be quiet for few more days and don’t disturb these kids ok” like that. I am not sure whether the elephant understood or not. But it was standing quiet in front of her and after she returned into the hut the elephants started moving back somewhere in the dark. It was an extra-ordinary scene which I could never see in my whole life.

The next day I said to my mother that I will not stay there alone and so asked them to stay that day alone and the next day we all can go back home. After so much of pleading my mother accepted and so me and my sisters were quiet happy. After having the breakfast the grandma said we can go to the stream for bath as the water would be clear and we could have some time to pass there. So we were happy about it and we took all our things and started with grandma.

After so many collapse due to the wet mud we finally reached the stream and found it such a mesmerizing scene and I really felt bad that I have forgotten to bring my cam to capture all these lovable memories. So we all started to play in the water which was flowing towards the stream and we were advised not to go near the slopping places of the stream as we might get slipped and get washed away with the force of the flowing water. So we were playing in the water safe and secured for more than an hour. In the midst of this the grandma asked me to take care of my sisters as she is going for getting jackfruit from the tree which is near to the stream. I too accepted it and we were playing happily and all of a sudden one my younger sister started screaming as SNAKE! SNAKE!

I was under a big shock seeing the snake which was around 4 to 5 feet in length and it came floating in the water and as we were playing in between the stream flow it hit my sisters leg first and passed to my other sister and rounded her leg slowly and when it started tightening her leg only then she realized that there was a snake. And as she started screaming for help I was not sure of what to do as it was the first time in my whole life I was seeing a snake of such a length which is so near to us. And after few seconds I got back to the reality and somehow managed to say her not to move and be silent as it would not harm us. 

I know it’s a lie but I just made up my mind saying that and I rushed for the grandma for help. In the meantime a person from the tribal community who came by that side saw my sister drenched in fear with the snake that is crawling over her leg. As he approached her my other sister cried out for his help and though she could not understand the language he spoke she somehow managed to say what has happened. And after some kind of techniques which I am still unaware of, the person let my sister freed from that snake and he was waiting for our arrival like a guardian angel. And when I found my sister safe I was into tears as I was into hell of fear and literally crying with a thought that the snake would kill my sister.

And when I remember this incident now I regret for one thing, it’s that I haven’t even thanked that person who saved my sisters life and I was busy consoling her and speaking her about this. If I get another chance I would like to wish that great Samaritan a big thanks.

After this incident even our parents got a bit of fear and so we stayed there that night and the next day early morning itself we were on the bus for Coimbatore with such a terrific experience. 

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A traveler with diverging wits

Have you ever had the feeling of missing an excellent opportunity? Have you even had the opportunity of visiting incredible places in your life unexpectedly and you have totally wasted it to extreme? It just happened with me and my life a few years back. 

Yeah! I do regret for my carelessness. I did miss an excellent opportunity. I did neglect the most incredible moments of my life which would never replicate in my life.

But I do realize my mistakes now. I should have enjoyed my trip. The most incredible trip I have ever had in my whole life. I should have loved my trip rather grieving over my friend and her wickedness. But those were the days I could never able to bring back once again how hard I try. The most incredible road trip which I have missed just because of an unworthy friend and spent my days with loneliness accompanying me where I have even missed out to enjoy the Incredible Indian places.

So the story I am going to say is the real life experience of mine… Better grab your coffee/snack or anything and everything you need as you are in for a travel with me :) Get-set-go-Zoooooooooooooooom….

It was all planned that our school management has arranged for a trip in the month of September to the places from Coimbatore-Delhi-Jaipur-Kulu-Manali-Delhi-Coimbatore. And I was in my 10^th grade and we started discussing over the trip for almost a month and decided to go for it. I was not much interested in going to this trip as me being a girl child was not allowed for any kind of trips at school and would always be accompanied by my parents. But this time the Best Friend Of Mine (BFOM) took so much pain in brainwashing me saying so many sweet things we are gonna share through this trip and made me accept. But it was such a big intricacy in getting the permission from my parents for which I had to cry and fast for a week. And finally we were set to get ready for the trip. I was all excited about the trip.

And the day has come for the trip and I was in the railway station. My mom dropped me to the Railway station and waited till the train moved and at the final wave of their hands i burst into tears which was not an intended one and it was the outcome of our true bonding with invaluable love between my mom and me. The train has started and i’m moving far far away from them. I felt a sudden darkness surrounding me and i was thrown into the lake of loneliness for the first time in my life. I have never felt anything like this before. Its so weird kind of feeling. I was unable to breath and tears doesn’t stop rolling over my cheeks. I was desperate without my mom actually.

After half an hour of tasting these weird feelings i remembered my friends around me speaking and chatting so happy. I wondered how they could be so happy no matter what has happened. I thought this is the reality of life and i tried to overcome my feelings which was found to be stupid and a theme for teasing me among my friends.

A new world was awaiting me in this trip which i was unaware of. I got up the next day realizing my journey in train with my fellow friends. I am not used to do my works by myself right from the moment i got up. But now i am left alone to do my own works. I was a bit embarrassed but realizing the situation i freshen up and was waiting for having my breakfast.

Me and my friends had a breakfast with cup noodles. Yuk! Such a terrible breakfast i ever had in ma whole life. It really sucks! Finishing up the breakfast i was unable to sit over and speak unlike my friends. I was very eager to visit new people and places. So i volunteered myself to visit the other compartments where my other friends are at. When i started my friends joined me too. It was so nice to see my school students and staffs to be the largest in the train.

When i crossed over one of the compartment i found few people asking money to our school guys. But these naughty guys were not giving money and instead was teasing them and commenting on them in English so that those people can’t understand what these guys are up-to and still waiting there for getting money. They are transgender. I was seeing such a kind of people for the first time and i couldn't recognize it. When i complained about the guys behavior to my friends they tell me that the people are transgender and that’s the reason these guys are teasing them.

How could people behave like an insane? People are people with flesh, blood and feelings what so ever may their gender and status be. I was dissatisfied by the way people treat transgender. I was arguing in support of them but my friends insisted me to be afraid of them saying they are cruel person and more unrelated facts about those people. Which made me fall into a big dilemma. What ever may be i am not with them to treat these people bad.

We came back to our compartment after a long walk and chat with other friends and even with strangers who were so caring towards us. The whole day was so enjoyable but still i had hard feelings and felt lonely without my parents. I have to wait for another 24hrs to speak with my parents as we might reach Delhi only on the next day morning.

The moment we stepped down in Delhi railway station I felt that I was going to have the best days of my life. It’s because I am in the capital of India and I was the proudest person among the group. But am not sure how many of my friends had such sensitivity towards that moment. We got 4 buses which was already been booked by my school authorities and went for the room to get freshen up so that we could have a clean visit to the tourist places. We have already had our breakfast in train (:’( Same Cup Noodles).

So we got ready for our visit by 11 am and started to see the memorable place for love TAJ MAHAL. Do you know how it’s like seeing one of the world wonders??? I was soooo excited in seeing the monument which was one of my life’s dreams. We reached TAJ MAHAL in 2 hrs and when I stepped out of the bus and saw it I couldn’t believe my eyes. I was like flying in the seventh heaven. The building was several hundred years old but you could not find a bit of dust over it. It looks so clean and beautiful like a pearl in the shell. Such a lovely place and I had a majestic feel when I was wondering over inside TAJ MAHAL.

Speaking of the architecture and paintings you could never beat those ages in this fast moving era. Those walls in TAJ MAHAL were carved with minute art works that makes you fall in love with those walls. On the whole the king Shah Johann was one of the people who have a very lovely sense of architecture. What so ever the purpose may be love or devotion I surrender myself to the art and architecture of the olden days which is incomparable with these modern day buildings.

We then moved on to visit Agra fort half hearted to come out of the lovely TAJ MAHAL. I actually took a number of snaps for making my visit a memorable one for my lifetime.  We completed our lunch on the way which was with chapattis and dhal (The traditional food of north Indians!) which we south Indian people find a bit difficult to digest (L) but still I loved the taste of the food which was totally different from ours. I learnt that each and every state has a specialty in making their own food stuffs just like our Idly and Dosa.

The Agra fort was quiet similar to red fort which I have seen in my history books and pictures. I liked it a lot because it was filled with different shapes and structure of walls and ceilings. You might see a variety of designs that attracts your eyes and heart. You can also see the storage wholes where the rain water is collected and gets purified and sent to the bathing place of princess. It was such a great idea which is done very technically those days without any tubes and pipes. (Great work huh???) We had a good time there and it was evening so that they asked us to go out (  we all were so eager that we would even stay there) so that they can close it. So unwilling we came out and decided to visit the parliament of our country. But we had a funny time over there too…

Have you ever been left of by your bestie??? Have you been felt damn lonely in this whole damn world??? Guess some of you might have experienced it. Am one among you guys. As a part of my tour i learnt clearly what people are? who are caring towards you for real? what people are upto? and what is the meaning of real friendship…

I had a best pal whom i was thinking to be my best friend and for whom i threw away a lot of really really caring people… But on this tour i was happened to experience the most unbearable pain of my whole life. We both had misunderstanding and as a result of it she left me alone with my other friends and spent the rest of her days in tour with her sissy. Can you realize what was i feeling like? I found the whole world turning towards me and felt i was been dumped inside a huge burrow from which i could never return back.

My remaining days of the tour went on without even a bit of enthusiasm arising from my heart and was in such a great depression. I was there in the tour only because of her constant compeltion but now i was left all alone in a new land without any hopes of moving my feelings back to normal. I started feeling homesick and was totally off the mood and i was badly in need of returning home. But something stopped me from saying my worries to my parents when i was speaking with them. It was the love and fear they had for me not knowing how i’m gonna manage my trip. When i say about these then they are gonna feel terribly sad. So i just kept this little (Not little though ) secret within my heart. I kept crying over and over each and every second to pass my time in that tour which stopped me from enjoying the rest of my tour    

I haven’t expressed any of these feelings to her till now and thus i gradually moved away from her ( the truth is she moved away though which made me move too ) and was happy with a few friends who really understood me and cared for me…

Anyways lets get back to my trip  We then went to Parliament which was already closed as we reached it around 6.30 p.m… Our principal requested for allowing us to visit the Parliament but the policemen denied it and so we all just took a quick look at the Parliament just from the bus and returned back to the hotel with a bit of disappointment.

The next day we took off to Jaipur, The Pink city. I was a bit excited to see the city as it was been said as Pink city. I thought all the buildings would be painted in Pink paint (:p stupid right?). But when we entered the city i could find a very dirty streets with dusted houses and pigs roaming all the way round in the city. Oops it was a terrific experience.  Though i loved the art and crafted clothing’s and accessories, Camel ride, and visit to the forts which was really nice place to visit though.

We had only a day to be spent in Jaipur and so we rushed back towards Kullu-Manali. It would be difficult if we aren’t starting soon as the weather forecasts were bad and we might get stuck in the middle of storm. So we started our long travel in bus to Kullu-Manali.

On the way to Kullu-Manali we happened to visit so many places where we learnt many things. We saw a small stream of water which was coming up from deep inside the ground to face the visitors like us with a hot and bubbling pressure which was so much of a surprise for us to see such heat water coming from those coolest place. That was a mind-blowing one which i would never forget my whole life

We got ready for traveling towards the hill top and at the bottom of the hill they provided each of us with a fur coat, cap, leather boots and gloves to prevent us from the coldness of the snowy mountain range. I was quiet excited after all my loneliness i tried enjoying the scenic views of the path towards the snow flaked mountain and it was the first time am gonna see the snow   We then reached the hill top of the snowy mountains of Kullu by the afternoon around 1 p.m and we had lunch over there.

On the way to the mountain the steep roads and the smell of fur coats and leather gloves which was unusual for me made me feel vomiting and when i got down at the hill top i was left with vomiting. And i had to try hiding it from my teachers as they will not allow me to visit the snowy mountain and play in snow. But the fate played tricky game. I took my lunch and went to wash my hands in the river which was flowing by the side of the hill. When i dipped my hand into it i got shocked with the chillness of the water and my hands became numb and in few minutes i lay down there fainting. I used to faint often those days and i am still unaware of the reason of it.

Seeing me fainting my principal took me to the bus and made first aid and i was alright in 15minutes and i was afraid to ask to the principal about my visit to the mountain top. But somehow i managed asking it to one of my teacher who gave me a reply i  was supposed to stay in the bus with another friend of mine who was sick too. This left me in tears and i was pleading them to take me. But it was in vein. We were left alone in the bus and all the others went to the snowy mountain and enjoyed a lot (???). We too enjoyed in bus (??) eating corn and speaking stories and taking a short walk in and around the area and playing in the water. By the end of 4 p.m they returned back and our travel started towards Delhi leaving the message that our trip is gonna end.

After two days of a very long journey we returned back to our city…. Ahhhh it was such a big relief to be at home after a very long gap of 10 days… Guess i left a few places like shopping in Delhi and the birla mandhir temple which we got to visit finally was one such place to be remembered ans it was incredibly a nice experience too... 

Thus my trip was with so much of mixed emotions and i have decided not to go out without my parents so long anymore…

P.S – I am never really sure whether this post might be an exact post for this contest as i have not provided an incredible or adventurous things here. But all i could say is what not to be done and how not to be feeling over a relation which makes my trip a sort of weird kind of adventurous one to be done with a huge crowd but yet to be felt lonely. It would be a lesson for a naive like me though. So guys, pardon me if i haven't satisfied your expectations. Everything in life is just a kinda experience to be shared right :) 


The food provided by my school authorities was the worst food i’ve ever had in my lifetime. The authorities must be aware of providing a healthy food to the students. Hope they are providing it well these days. 

And guys, once you have decided on a trip make sure you get to know about the place you are going to visit and the whereabouts of it so that you might not get lost in a new place and you can make yourself well planned of what to get, where to get and all... And above all knowing about the place might probably a best forecasting technique to safeguard you from the sudden climatic changes and foods of those places at-least you can make some kind of alternative and look upon that you do not starve :) 

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I love you Mom!

Dear Mom,

How could I ever forget your poise?

Your warmth that wraps me every night

Your love that sooths me every day

How could I ever neglect your concern?

Your sleepless nights to watch me sleep

Your sacrifices just to see me stay happy

How could I ever deny your ceaseless love?

You’re every single tear shed for my recovery

Your life long vows for my better prospect

Love you my dear mother,

For your never-ending love, concern and warmth

With your heartfelt elegance

In raising me from a toddler to an adult…

Love you always and forever mom

Till my soul is propelled to heaven… 

For a blissful start……

I’ve always known what the abandonment and abuse is? Though haven’t enquired literally I have always laid at the edge of a thin line with several abandoning procedures and came over several abuses which I felt am not eligible for as I am just a normal child with hope and fantasies as far my own little world. But the society isn’t the same as we determine. It has a hell of inequalities for the children without the support of father and below the poverty line.

Being a kid I never had a second thought over the word FATHER at all… All I know is my one and only lovable MOTHER, who cares, scolds, beats, teaches and plays with me all through the day. I am not even sure of my age when I had a big question over my mind which every one of my friends started asking me “Hey where is your father?”… Whenever I hear of my friends speaking of APPA I would speak of my Uncle (Mother’s younger brother), MAMA. I have even thought that was the another name for their uncle or something which am not sure of it.

But when they started asking this question I had the million dollar question running over my mind. So I started asking to everyone in my family where my father is… But they said different answers and finally my mother said me “He is with GOD dear. Tell this to your friends”… I felt so happy and proud about it as only my father is with God. But after I realized that my father has expired and then after I learnt to accept the change and started saying to everyone who inquired me as he expired.

My mother was so-called-iron-lady who bought me up with so much trouble and she would buy me whatever I ask for but only after so many times of asking and she used to say me “Look papu… We are not millionaires. So mama can’t afford you to buy luxurious items. I would buy you anything you ask for only if I find it necessary and you must accept that and remember we need to save money for future and not to spend money unwontedly.”

I would hear it and I would probably understand her situation once I am grown up… But there was some times when I started pestering my mother a lot like some school functions, my birthday celebrations, school trips and all. But at one point I did understand the life and I turned out to be a good daughter. So that helped me in being a good daughter and a better human at present.

But who cares it? I have always been into a kind of abandonment among my father’s relatives. “That girl is such an unlucky soul. She killed her father to take a birth. It’s better to stay away from that kid and her mother.” was the usual phrase they would use and I haven’t seen them for very long years. Even if they unexpectedly see me they try to hurt me and neglect me and so were their children who looked me like an alien because of their parent’s misapprehension.

And the spell of the word abuse itself drags me to a world of anguish which I have undergone by each and every person I meet say my school mates, teachers and even strangers. Abuse may be of physical, mental and even sexually. And for a fact I have undergone all these three faced of hell in my life. I was always abused physically for being a middle-class girl child who do not offer her friends what they order for as they were from high-class, and to the teachers with partial nature who only supported the so called high-class-children and abusing the lower and middle class children as we do not offer them eatables and snacks daily, a car ride morning and evening and many other benefits obtained from them. 

And from the disgusting neighbors who always spoke badly about the father-less girl’s to be on a wrong path and which is why I was mentally upset for so long years and finally I turned up to be bold enough to face those dim-witted humans with quick bang which made them stop abusing me unwontedly and made me feel better.

And coming for the sexual abuse, being a girl child the callous men used to abuse with vulgar speeches, wicked looks and devastating behaviors which had a prime reason that my father is not there for protecting me from those stray dogs. But I proved them wrong as GOD has created me with enough of self-will and ability to face the problems and handle such cold-blooded animals.

So here I stand before you with a determination to face my own life single-handedly and I am now protected by one another human KK who is acting as a morale support for the past 4 years and has decided to spend the rest of his life with me. Guess I am a lucky child obviously as my father wanted me to live this life more than him and make him proud and look after my mother well forever till my life J

Why I say you all my story is that, I have the sole right to speak of child abandonment and abusing which is what I always try hard to be evaded from this world. Who else can speak better about this than me? But as we knew well, there are lakhs and lakhs of children being abandoned each day in some dustbins, ditches and orphanages which is mainly due to the reason of their parents who are not interested to bring up a girl child, or an illegal pregnancy result, or people falling below the poverty lines. 

Being with a single-parent itself made me suffer so much all through my life and just imagine children without both the parents and how on earth would they accept this and the cruel society which is keenly observing their each step forward to make them fall down with hell of abusing towards them. I always have likeability towards the orphans and bondage between the orphan kids. Sorry they are in fact called as GODS CHILDREN. And I will work hard till I die to serve those lovely kids and I would like to insist everyone out there to work over it to make a change in their life.

And speaking of abuse I strongly recommend each and every human (the real human being in this world) to fight for the child abuse, be it physical, mental or sexual. All we need is to bring up a child as a child by remembering them to be our futuristic men. I have been hearing off so many cruel reports more widely in recent days regarding the child abuse like the parents torturing their kids as they have some illegal relationship and the kid might say it to public, the kids being molested by the teachers, students, neighbors, strangers, and house maids and also I heard a man selling kids to foreign countries and if a kid is not been bought by anyone he would probably kill that child and eat the flesh which is one such vindictive act I could hear whole of my life. 

Children these days are not safe even with their parents, and if such situation continuous where on earth would they survive? The Indian law is very thin where there are several loopholes for the criminals to get escaped. So if I am in a position to rewrite the laws, I would make our country with punishments as they give in Saudi Arabia and I strongly think only then such merciless acts over the children might get reduced and atleast the children born after that would live on a peaceful surrounding without any abusing from the evil human race.

Change is inevitable for a blissful start for children and we must make a change as early as possible as the children life are at stake. 

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International Women's Day 2012!!!

Hi all Lovely Women out there..... Its MAYA wishing you all INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAY with all my heart :)

Me being a woman i feel the best in wishing you all today and may all your eternal wishes come true and have a cheerful life ahead with prosperity :) 

 ! ! ! ! Celebrating Women's Day! ! ! ! ! 

When God sat down to make a woman
He gave her empathy love and compassion,
By the time he finished with her
He had no more left for the man.

 He gave her the ability to be a mother
And nurture and take care of others.
Slowly, on reflecting, it dawned on her
She was being treated like a piece of furniture.

 At first she resigned to her fate
Bore the indifference of her progeny and mate.
Slowly she realised she didn't have to be a victim,
And didn't have to be at the mercy or everyone's whims.

 She knew it was not going to be an easy battle to be won,
Yet she took on everyone.
She began to firmly express her views
And waited to get her due.

 At first it didn't go down well with anyone,
They wondered if she had been possessed by a demon.
Men were not amused,
In fact they were confused.

 We give her food, clothes and roof over her head,
But the woman had empowered herself to earn her own bread,
Car, house and thus managed to redeem,
With her hard work her self esteem.

 She had made a tough choice,
And finally had a voice
Men tried very hard to keep her in her place
And made sure she got no space.

 They were not at par,
This is a question I have to ask the Lord.
So there was a war,
Did man pay a ransom to God?
 No matter what a woman achieves,
She rarely receives
The acknowledgement which she deserves.

Yet she is able to preserve
 Her sanity and peace.
And learn to live with dis-ease,
Then her inner voice whispered to her,
Don't resign just pamper
 His ego, and give him the credit
For all the merit.
Watch how his chest swells with pride
And he might be on your side.

 Men actually never grow up,
So from time to time pump
Them up with a hug and a fancy meal.
It will make them feel
 Like a king while you smile.
It's not all that difficult to use a little guile.

Silly women you haven't gone about it the right way,
Use your soft, cunning, clever, gentle voice and say
 I am so proud to be wearing this wedding band.
Chances are he will be eating out of your hand.
You only stand to gain
Even if you feign.

 So go ahead and do your own thing,
Let him feel you owe him your sense of well being.
Women's liberation never went down well with men
So don't chant what women want while you are in your den
While you laze around sipping your wine
Don't be surprised if he sheepishly asks, ‘will you like to go out to dine? '

 God you made us smart
Right from the start.
It took us a long time to realise
And become cool, calm and wise,
To use enlightened manipulation
With a subtle passion
While having our own way
So that he may
Feel we were just following his command,
And there was no reason to feel alarmed.

  If he says he wants to bond with his male friends,
Smile and say go I have lots of errands
There is no point to sulk and wait,
Till he returns and opens the gate.

 Use this time to make sure
You have a good time even if you just go for a pedicure.
Indulge in your famous past times
While sipping soda and lime.

 Chances are when you have both had your space,
You won't have to face
Cold vibes and bad temper,
This will only hamper
 You from a good night sleep,
While you helplessly weep
While he sleeps and snores by your side,
And you swallow your pride.

 Women love yourselves, and put youselves first
But please you must
Not voice it at all
This way I promise you will have a ball.

  By Mamta Agarwal

Have a Happy & Joyful Women's Day!!! 

Bicentennial thoughts!

Its 7^th of March… By now each year right from my childhood I would be excited over the forthcoming day with bigger expectations and butterflies flying constantly over my whole body and a restless-sleepless night for the big day… Yeah… Am speaking of about my BIRTHDAY… I was born on 8^th of March which I found later to be WOMEN’S DAY too which offered me a double -treat. My birthday’s were never a cheerful one nor a gloomy one and its resolved to be stabilized with a kind of nostalgic feeling over the whole day all through my life and I was not able to make out the reason for it even now and finally fixed it that it’s all my thoughts that makes my day good or bad.

So I planned of presenting my vivid and murky thoughts on the Birthdays I have spent all these years J

March 8^th 1988:

I was born in a Private hospital with 2kg weight and all that happened is everyone out there were freaking out looking at me. Guess what? They all had various reasons and individual thoughts for freaking out. But I could sense out their mind voices like:

Father’s Mom (Grandmother) - “Bapprae… It’s a girl baby… I expected it to be a boy baby… Worthless soul”

Mother’s Mom (Grandmother) – “Thank god! Both the mother and the child are alive… It’s a god’s miracle for this child still being alive after so much of physical weakness of her mother”

Uncle & Aunt – “Hey look at the child… How could a child be like this… I haven’t seen one with so tiny physic and wrinkled skin like an old lad… There might be some problem with this newborn I guess”

Relatives – “Oh God… Why does this baby has to be a girl… It would be better if it’s a boy… How is she gonna grow up a girl child alone with her husband died of accident… God must help her…”

Mother – “Thank god! The baby is fine… And thanks to you my dear for helping us be alive today… I vow to bring this child well and bring in glory to your name… Do rest in peace my dear husband”

Doctor – “Hey all… Stop pouring out your remarks… I need to take this baby to ICU as she’s under-weighted and struggling for breathing… If-not she will never survive… It’ll take around a week to make this baby all hale and hearty…”

March 8^th 1991:

I was all dressed up in a white frock and looked like an angel (no no please cool down guys… Just for an example) with a box filled with toffee chocolates and two unopened packet of same chocolates and full of smiles…

I was in my kinder garden and it was my first birthday with so much of people around me gathered for a birthday song in the prayer hall… (It’s a custom in my school to sing a birthday song for the Birthday Babes after the prayer is over)

March 8^th 1992-1999

I would probably get a new dress for my birthday and I used to wear it with full cheer and carry chocolates with my face full of teeth to each of my friends in the class and teachers by bunking half a day to distribute sweets to all the teachers in my school… I would be the princess of that day with all those wishes and blessings from everyone… 

And at home needless to say I will be paid off well with money from every member of the family… You know I would fall in each of their feet on my birthday not for blessings but for the money they would give me… And I also used to get few memorable presents from my dear friends…

March 8^th 2000:

I was in my 10^th grade and just then I realized one biggest thing in my life which changed my life a lot… Every year I used to pressure my mother to buy me a new dress for my birthday with a chocolate kept fixed in my mind right from December itself… I didn’t think it’s a bad habit… 

But on this particular birthday I was wearing a fancy salwar with all those embroidery works and was carrying my box full of chocolates and was ready for my usual session of distributing to each and every one. But then I realized that it was the day one of my new classmate Ranjani’s birthday too… But I found her in school uniform with no change. I was puzzled… And even many don’t know it’s her birthday… When I went up to the stage for birthday song, I found her standing down in the corridor with other students and singing the birthday song for me. 

After that I started my usual distribution and in the lunch break once I got free I found her eating some curd rice as if that day got nothing to do with her. So I went up to her and asked for the reason. But she said as she forgot that it was her birthday. I was not in a mood to argue with her that time as I was about to share some special lunch with all with sweets. So I left it as it is. 

But after few days on some sudden occasion I was enquiring about her and there came the answer as “she was from a poor family and her parents were not able to buy her new clothes or sweets for her birthday from childhood and though she would feel like wearing new dress and distributing sweets like others she was laid back to be without any of these due to her family situation”… 

Hearing this I felt really bad and was not able to reply her anything and I felt how much my so-called-birthday-celebration that day might have bothered her little heart. So then I realized that I must no wear new dress on my birthday and celebrate like I did all these years never knowing how this would have hurt so many little hearts like Ranjani’s. 

So I did followed this and I haven’t even asked my mother for a new dress or chocolates or cakes for birthday and never had so much dreams over that day from December… But as my friends knew that it was my birthday they will present me with gifts and wanted me to offer them sweets so I used to give them a diary milk each and treat in the school canteen. But that day I gave two chocolates and a special gift to my friend Ranjani and I would treat her especially for she is one important person for a biggest change in my life…

March 8^th 2001-2011:

My life has totally changed to a different atmosphere after the schooling… I went for my graduation where the celebrations might be different with midnight calls for birthday wishes and friends buying a cake for the birthday babe and we all get-together into an empty class for cake-cutting-ceremony with all the galattas, getting punishments from staffs, giving treat to friends and so on… But though I had all these I would be sure not to wear a costly dress for my birthday and to be simple on that day so that it would not hurt any of my friend’s feelings. 

And after that in my job also the same cake-cutting-thing happens but this milieu is totally different and I guess I was happier spending my birthday with my friends rather than my colleagues and I even feel shy for all these celebrations but it’s an unavoidable one as the management rule is like that to celebrate for all…

March 8^th 2012:

Gone are those days of sunshine and cheer and left are the days of panic and dreary birthdays… It’s all because OH MY GOD…. I AM GETTING OLDER AND NO MORE A BABY OR KID OR A DAUGHTER… 

It’s time to take up a new road in my life’s path… It’s going to be hard though but it’s the usual path all the girl child needs to choose by destiny… So better to get ready for a cheerful future… And not knowing what this birthday has kept for me in the stadium, yet I am ready to wait for looking over it… A NEW YEAR WITH NEWER HOPES… :) :) :) 

Invictus!!!

Hello all…

It’s so startling to see how people write poems though they are not a poet by name… But I guess when a person pens down his feelings into words, no matter what; it does mean a lot to be an article or a poem. A poem is the essence of feelings we have stagnated into our soul for years and years and once we see a podium of presentation we do present it a way better. Say it a simple or complicated word of usage, all that matters at the end of the day is whether the person reading it is able to find the feelings in your words and understands what you meant to say actually.

We would have read so many poems right from our childhood in our English classes by very famous authors. But what I wonder even now is – Where the hell do they find those words? Being a Content Architect I must be actually familiar with a lot number of words and its meaning so that I could use it in times of need. But that doesn’t always happen with me. Thanks to the Bill gates for offering me the MS Word which offers me a list of alternatives for a single word and I do depend on it. But to my surprise without any kind of word help how could those legends find such intricate words and use it exactly in the places where it needs apt. They are indeed legends I may say.

Hmmm moving on to the topic… Have you heard of the word invictus? Even I haven’t until I saw a film with that name a year back. And that was one of the best film I have ever watched. If you haven’t watched it yet… Then it’s time for you to go watch it for sure guys... It’s such an epic. It portrays a part of the South African President Nelson Mandela’s life style and his traits in personal life and in political life and a game that changed the life of South African people as well. And Morgan Freeman has depicted Nelson Mandela in this film and none other than him can do such a remarkable work.

In that Morgan Freeman would quote about the INVICTUS poem and when I happened to hear it I felt a nostalgic feeling in my heart. The words in the poem are so mesmerizing and to hear the poem in the voice of Morgan Freeman melts our heart liquefied. The poem is:

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the Pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll.

I am the master of my fate:

I am the captain of my soul.

This poem is written by the great poet William Ernest Henley. This poem is being my motivator in times of anguish ever since I heard it. 

Madiba (Mr.Nelson Mandela’s nick name by his South African People) had this poem as his favorite for lifetime and reading this poem and valuing it might eventually show us the value of his life and moral principles he preserve. Madibha is indeed a great personality and do get to know him by watching this film and hearing these lines and I bet you would surely fall in love with this poem and Madibha as like me.

I had this in mind for penning down in my blog a long before but I somehow missed it and now luckily I got to remember it and so I’ve posted this.

Have an Invictus Day!

(Invictus means – Undefeated/Unconquerable)