The creative blogger award!

Yay I’m back to the blogosphere after a 10 day vacation ! I’d soon be back to posting short stories and informative articles.

Meanwhile, I was nominated for the creative blogger’s award by a wonderful blogger herself! Thanks a ton bookwormwithopinions for nominating me. All of you should check out this little talented lady’s blog – it’s one of the best i’ve come across.BD21531_


The creative blogger award is a chain award given by a bolgger to a blogger to appreciate their creativeness! Yep!

The rules are:

  1. State five facts about you.
  2. Nominate other bloggers.
  3. Tell them you nominated them!

Five Facts About Me:

  1. I love chocolate. I am in love with them – specially dark chocolate!
  2. I want to do something BIG in my life – I mean I don’t wanna die as a nobody – I wanna be someone who has left a good impact (or possibly a dreamy impact) on many a lives.
  3. I scored really good in my 10th board – 9.8 out of 10 (without putting in 5 hours of studying everyday 😉 ) and so I’m getting a new smartphone!
  4. I love psychology and philosophy – and such talks too!
  5. I am not really keen on being with animals – they get on my nerves.

 

My nominees: (they are all spectacular! Do have a look)

  1. OY3’S BLOG
  2. Till TURNER’S WEBLOG 
  3. BUT I SMILE ANYWAY ….
  4. FärgaregårdsAnna
  5. Blackcat345

 

So long! See you all soon!

 

Offerings to God – a work of fiction!

Again, I wrote this when I was 14 – for a community magazine! 

Yay! This is my 50th post!


“And this year he bought me this beautiful diamond necklace. Isn’t it stunning? It’s worth five lakhs! And this sari is bought directly from the mill of Kanchi. Isn’t it…..” I tuned out of the conversation as my wife chatted away happily to observe my surroundings. The auspicious statue of goddess Durga was kept on the pedestal and looked as divine as anything. The holy priest was chanting away, there was an announcement that the aarti would begin in a few minutes and all along, in the background, was the general buzz of people chatting, children playing and chairs being pushed. All around there were hundreds of people settling down on the red chairs and waiting for the aarti to begin. The mandap was getting more and more suffocating as devotees piled in. Making my way around the elderly people already settled in the chairs, I got out of there to take a breath of fresh air.

Once outside, I stood below the banyan tree and took in a deep breath. My nostrils tingled, but not because of the air, I realized. It was the whiff of fresh, hot cutlets! I looked around at the numerous stalls of food and other crafts lining the mandap and spotted the source of this aroma. Tucked away in the corner of the line was a little stall with a huge crowd of hungry men. The board on top of the stall announced the sale of various varieties of cutlets and other fried stuff. To be frank, I’m a big foodie. The policy I followed was ‘live to eat’ and now that I had spied the food stall no one could have stopped me from going there. I was on my way when my cell phone beeped, declaring the arrival of a new message. I opened my inbox. A smile played on my lips as my son, Deb’s, face smiled up at me. He was currently posted in the US and sent me a recent snap of himself every week, on demand of his mother. I was going through our fond memories in my head, when I reached the stall. A young boy stood there, serving the people. I ordered a plate of mutton cutlet. As I was waiting for my order to be delivered, the young boy’s face struck me as a familiar one. He was no older than my son, I noticed. Neatly dressed but his clothes looked of a poor quality. As I looked on my iphone screen and once again saw my son’s face, it came to me! This young boy, who now stood here, serving me, was none other than Deb’s childhood best friend! The boy who now sold cutlets was, at one time, a topper in his class.

“Dulal?” I called out and was rewarded as the boy turned round.

“Yes, sir” he saw me and did a double take, “Mr. Chatterjee! Do sit down sir.” He offered me a stool, which I politely declined.

“It’s been a long time son. How are you doing?”

He excused himself as her mother, I assumed, replaced him. Once in a quieter place, he asked jovially about Deb.

“He’s posted in the US. But son, what about you? I mean you are such a talented young man…..anyway, how’s Mr. Sen doing?”

His face took on a sad smile and his eyes had a forlorn look, “Sir, he passed way as soon as you got a transfer to Delhi.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” His father was their family’s soul bread earner. His death explained the poor state they were in.

He nodded his bent head, and then looked up with a new smile, “Now I’m supporting the business!”

“That’s great news! So since when have you being doing this, I mean managing the business?”I still couldn’t believe that this capable boy was making cutlets in a stall!

“Well, I dropped school when I was in 10th so that’s probably from when.”

“Oh!” was all I could say.

“But…” he gave a sigh, “it is tough to keep up with the rising rates. I….we don’t know what will happen now,” suddenly he looked a lot older and wiser than his 25 yrs, “So we had no other options but to do what we can and that’s cooking!” His face brightened a little as he added, “We’ve got our own small dhaba in the outskirts. And it is quite popular now. So we make enough money to keep us going.” He gave a light shrug. “Just a minute sir, I think your order is ready.” He ran out towards his stall.

I sat there in a state of stunned speechlessness. The boy had said all that in perfect English, his manner groomed. The sun shone directly on me as I continued staring at nothing. The aarti had started inside. Loud bells were clanging, the drum beating steadily, rhythmically, through the opening of the flap of the tent, I could see my wife standing amongst her friends, the light rays of the sun shining off her necklace on which I had spent lakhs, but all it did was glitter in the sunshine. I looked down, at my shoes made of pure Italian leather over which I had spent thousands, but all it did was cover my feet which even a few hundred rupees shoe could. My eyes went to my wrist, which had on a limited edition watch worth a few hundred dollars, but it was something that showed me the same time as that displayed by a 100 rupee watch.

I thought of it in a different way now. I could buy all the luxuries of the world with my money, so couldn’t I educate this young man? Only if I would have! My son being an average student was today in the US so it was worth contemplating what this fellow could have done with proper provisions!1231701_467516106680694_842569904_n

I tilted my head up to see the beautiful mandap decorated to look like a castle and I noticed the vigor with which the Durga Pooja was being celebrated. Surely, hundreds of thousands of rupees would have gone over all this. And hundreds of thousands of people would have donated. I took in the large crowd standing in the mandap and realized what a big community we were. Couldn’t we spend a little of the funds for a good cause? Couldn’t we part take in the development of our country, and uplift our community? And I’m sure that this step would cost us nothing more than a few thousands but would bring about happiness on many people’s faces, would brighten a lot of futures.

A new realization dawned upon me. I became a changed person that day. My outlook was different now. And all I wanted to do now was to put this idea into action and bring about a change. To spread this refreshed conscience. And to eat my cutlets before they got cold…….  🙂


Ps: I won’t be blogging for about 10 days from now!! So long! Until then – a hearty cheery smile and stay blessed ❤

Do leave comments!!

The Sunshine Award Again!

WildlifeThank you so much Catniss12 for nominating me for the sunshine bloggers award! You should all check out her amazing blog Eleven Cats! She’s a great blogger!!

I loved your answers! And I did check out the blogs you named!


For more details on what exactly the sunshine award is, check out my previous post on the topic.

I am stating the rules here:

  1. You must thank the blogger who nominated you.
  2. You must answer the questions asked by that blogger.
  3. You must nominate another set of bloggers.
  4. You must ask a few questions of your own to those bloggers.
  5. Notify the bloggers you nominated about the nomination!

The answers to the questions posed by catniss12 are:

1. What is your favorite part about blogging?

Well my favorite part is reading about other people’s point of view and sharing mine own. When they comment – critical or positive – i love them both! It’s like entering a whole new world!

2. What is the weirdest food you’ve every tried? Did you like it?

Umm….it was kheer made out of bottle guard. Kheer is an Indian sweet dish – for those who never knew it. That’s my mum’s speciality. And the very first time I had it, I had fallen in love with it! It’s wonderful!

3. What is something nice a stranger has done for you?

There have been many instances where strangers have helped me out. For example the fellow in the block in front of us used to keep his wifi unlocked for me lol! But seriously, owell, last year when I’d gone to a trip to Kolkata by train, while returning I was stuck alone between a group of men fighting over something. I had gone to visit the washroom, and while returning to my berth on the train, I got stuck between those huge creatures who were abusive and weren’t letting me pass. There, a guy had come forward to help me out. It was really kind of hiM! Later on he had helped us deport our luggage n stuff. I still dunno his name.

4. If you could spend a week anywhere, where would it be?

Anywhere out of my native town would do – but I’d love to go to Hawaii! Or maybe the himalayas!

And

5. What would your ideal pet be?

I don’t really crave for a pet but I guess a couple of Love birds would be my idea of a pet. I don’t like caging them in of course, so I don’t own them!


Now comes the part where I nominate people! In general, these people are amazing! Everyone of them have a wonderful skill. Their blogs are worth a check! Do read their write ups!

The bloggers I nominate are:

  1. Life Mantras” by Damini Shah 
  2. Mosaic of words
  3. Eatpraylove(mom)
  4. Robynchristi Things and Stuff
  5. Toward an authentic Me

Your questions:

  1. If you had to recommend a book to me, what would it be and why!?
  2. Do you believe in supernatural powers?
  3. If you had to change one characteristic feature of your personality or physique, what would it be?
  4. What’s your favorite social networking site?
  5. Are you a social freak or a loner? Why so?

Happy blogging! Stay blessed ❤

 

 

Minds are open only if hearts are open

I Wrote this piece when I was 14 years old. I don’t know if it makes sense…but do check out! Don’t foreget to leave reviews below! I love getting commented on 😉 


ArtofBeingMe-Header21Taking hold of Tina’s hand, Reema led her towards the so called ‘A – class’ table. Reema, one of the moneyed ones herself, offered the underprivileged girl a seat. As the whole mess looked on with dazed expressions, Tina sat down tentatively. “What is this, Reema?” questioned the ‘boss’, “You know that a lowly girl like her cannot sit with us. You wanna be friends with a disgusting daughter of a rickshaw man?” And, to her horror, Reema answered, “Yeah, because my mother taught me to be good to people.” Then added, “And she even told me not to go around in bad company, but sadly enough, I ignored her and now have to bear the consequences.” “Are you out of your mind?” someone whispered. “Mind? Ha. That’s open only when hearts are….provided that you have one,” Reema answered in a low tone before walking away.

Well said, won’t you say so? Minds are opened only when hearts are opened! And that is true most of the times. Caste, color, creed, country and distinction on these basis is something that’s prevalent not just in our society, but in the whole country, continent, world, everywhere. But what are these? Misconceptions? Wrong judgment? Biasness? No. All this is just because we don’t accept the poor, pitiable people. Just because we don’t love a section of our society. Just because we don’t open up to them. Just because we don’t give them a place in our HEARTS. And this thinking is what promotes disagreements, fights, crimes, and other dire things in our society; this very thinking, thought only with our minds and not hearts; this narrow-mindedness is the root.

Many of us believe that opening our hearts is ‘giving in to temptations’, to distractions. But that’s not true, opening our hearts means loving everyone, demolishing differences, rubbing off the lines that cut us from each other and seeing the world as one, not dissected sections. In other words, it’s being impartial. There is a very powerful saying that I quote here, “If you can’t change something, then accept it; and if you can’t accept something then change it.” But this can only be executed when we think emotionally and logically. And if we do it, I bet 90% of our social issues would disappear, because most common of our problems are that of discrimination between women and men, between the rich and poor and between scheduled castes/tribes and general class. And it just doesn’t stop at that. When we use our hearts, we love. When we love, we think. When we think, we understand. When we understand, we help. And when we help, we make the country a better place to live in! We make friends who trust. And trust is the most important thing in a successful relationship.

And an open mind? Well it simply refers to broadmindedness, non-judgmental attitude, tolerance and permissiveness. And I’m sure, all of you must have seen that heart and mind go along like a rider and its horse, and sometimes people even mistaken heart for mind and mind for heart. There’s just a thin line separating them. And if you try, you can merge the two things to get better results.

But some may oppose this theory. Some may say that when we use our hearts, we think irrationally; that we lose our logic; that we stop following the right path. But there’s something I would like to point out: don’t robots too think? They too work, don’t they? They too do things that humans do, don’t they? They too have a brain, don’t they? So shouldn’t they too be referred to as human? NO, you would say. There is a basic difference between them and us. And it is that of a soft, rhythmic beating known as heart beats. They lack it. We don’t. So if god has given us a heart, why not use it? After all, logical thinking is done even by robots that don’t have hearts, but god has given it to us because of some reason. Realize it. And use it. Because our system works differently. Because we are made to think differently. To think not only with a broad mind, but with an equally large heart. So, don’t be a robot and along with motion have some emotions.

Still, if you think that there’s no connection between hearts and minds, then think of those moments when you had to make a choice. A choice between right and wrong. A choice between you yourself and the disadvantaged one in front of you. A choice between duty and expectancy. Or something as simple as a choice between telling your best friend about something or rather dying with a heavy heart (not literally dying). In those moments, whom do you generally refer to? To that logical brain of yours? I’m sure your brains are mostly absent then. You get emotional or else you aren’t able to make a choice. Isn’t it so? So we conclude that we have to get emotional at some points of our lives, and even if we don’t, the circumstances make us so. And broadmindedness will only come to us if and when we’ll open up, with our minds and hearts…..

But if you still think it’s not true, or you think you’ve never experienced a situation like the ones mentioned above, or you still think that one should blindly follow one’s closed mind as opposed to a broad and open one (that comes with a heart like that) then you should seriously consider Reema’s statement, Minds are “open only when hearts are….provided that you have one!”


Do leave comments! 

The sunshine award !

I feel great today! Thank you soooo much Blackcat for nominating me for the sunshine award! I feel honored, really. All of you should check out her blog, it’s amazing!


 

What is the sunshine blogger’s award?

Well, It’s a great ‘pat on the back’! In other words, it’s a way of showing appreciation and introducing wonderful blogs on your site. It basically emerges from one post of that blog which has brought in a ray of sunshine in your life. Yep, it’s a chain bloggers award, given by the bloggers to the bloggers.


 

The rulesPalolem_sunset

Like every other meme, this too has a set of rules. They go like:

  1. You must thank the blogger who nominated you.
  2. You must answer the questions asked by that blogger.
  3. You must nominate another set of bloggers.
  4. You must ask a few questions of your own to those bloggers.
  5. You can’t nominate the blogger who nominated you!
  6. Notify the bloggers you nominated about the nomination!

 

Here I answer the questions asked to me: 

1 What is your favorite book?

There are many. The Vampire Academy series by Rachael Mead is an all time favorite. The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown is something I can swear by – it’s one of the best books ever. There are many more…but for now, these are the ones I name.

2 If you could change your name to anything, what would it be to?

Well, I never thought about it specifically. Ahana sounds good. But anyway, I won’t change it to that – I’d like a name that doesn’t start with A ….lol (roll number issues) .

3 If you could have any superpower, what would it be?

To conjure up anything I want (including the vanishing veil) or maybe to alter people’s mood according to my own free will!

4 What is your favorite quote?

We’re playing the same game, just different levels; facing the same hell, just different devils.

I dunno who gave that quote to the world! But yep, that’s my favorite. It reminds me that we’re not the UNFORTUNATE ONE, everyone’s just going through different levels of difficulties – we shouldn’t be cold with others.

5 What is your favorite subject?

Well, that’s tough…Computers I’ll go in for. I like English too! Science is good too…lol!


My Nominations

Ok, so here is the juiciest part! The bloggers I Nominate! All of you should check these blogs out – they are fantastic !

Comfy Thoughts 

Step Write Up 

From child to father 

Stereotypically Able 

Nikki Skies

Em’s Beauty study 


My questions to you are:

  1. Name one thing that you want desperately but can’t have it due to some reasons!
  2. What’s the book you can read a million times?
  3. Who’s the person you love the most?
  4. Are you a feminist?
  5. What do you do in your free time?

 

 

 


So long! See you until the next post!

Stay blessed ❤

SHE – The one who’s amazing!

She’s pretty, undeniably so. Her perfectly silky hair makes you ask her for the secret mantra. Her glowing skin makes her the topic of the day. Her ability to look good in whatever saree she puts on makes her the local fashion icon. Though not slim, she’s the ideal woman.

She’s hardworking, inevitably so. Giving up all she earns to the family funds, she never complains about not being able to buy a lipstick of her choice without permission. Waking up at 4 in the morning, she cooks up the meals, gets ready for work and wakes up the lazy butts lying on their comfy bed. She never lets them get late.

She’s the best cook in town, I bet! You won’t be able to resist the urge to lick your fingers if you eat food cooked by her. Continental or traditional, spicy or sweet, vegetarian or non-vegetarian , name it and she can make it – tastier than the local chef in demand.

She’s the best teacher. Not just at the school she teaches, but at her own home. Sewing, embroidery, knitting, writing, cooking, driving, anything – she’s the one who teaches you the way you never forget.

She’s a wonder woman! Everything she’s been bearing is no joke. You won’t write much about it – and so won’t I, but yeah, she’s a wonder woman.

You can’t describe her in a few words, you can write a whole thesis on her and still you’d feel you’ve missed a few points.

Yeah she get’s angry, she yells, sometimes she gets intolerable, she get’s tired – but she rarely shows it (but when she does, I swear she’s as dangerous as a hungry lion, n i guess I’m not exaggerating, wink wink!). Gosh..I got started again!

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That’s My Mummy!

She’s that good – rather great – that you can’t stop wondering how could someone be so great! Maybe I’m meddling up my words, but all I wanna convey is that SHE is unique and the best!

I feel so lucky to have her in my life.

It isn’t just this one day that I’m feeling lucky, I feel so every nano second of my existence! Right from supporting me while writing to editing my work, from bearing my drama to helping me grow up into a better human, she’s been there.

And the name I call her by is:  MUMMY! Sweet? I know!

But she’s sweeter….I wish everybody in the world could get someone as sweet as her in their lives. SHe’s the best and she rocks!

Even now, I ‘m not getting words to describe her – but she’s simply amazing, trust me!!!

Happy mother’s day to all those amazing, beautiful super mommies out there (including mine)! 

Don’t forget to leave a wish in the comments below 😉 !


PS: In India, mother’s day is being celebrated today! 

Growing Up Millennial

This deserves attention!

The Captain's Speech

Screen Shot 2015-05-09 at 3.54.51 AMAs a person born in the 90s, I am classified as a millennial, which means I am everything that is wrong with the world today. I stare at a screen instead of talking to people. I expect everything handed to me. I am lazy. I binge watch television shows. I overuse the word “binge”. I expect a trophy when I fail. I take selfies everywhere. I am narcissistic. I am entitled. I don’t read the newspaper. I spend too much time on “The Twitter.”

Or at least that’s how I’m categorized.

As if I’m a book and my date of birth is the summary on the back, telling everyone exactly what I’m about.

I feel as though there is a sense of pride that people have for growing up when they did. I look back on the 90s and am thrilled to call that decade my childhood. Just as people born in…

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