Living it up at Vivanta by Taj MG Road

When in Bangalore do as the Bangaloreans do, work hard and play harder.Going by

this idiom the best place to be and stay in Bangalore is Mg Road but which place

to stay at ?

My answer is Vivanta by Taj MG Road.This hotel offers you some of the

finest living spaces in Bangalore that too in the heart of the city that is MG

Road. One can choose a number of room types namely.

Superior Charm

Deluxe delight

Premium Indulgence and

Deluxe Allure Suite

Well it is quite an obvious choice for staying at Vivanta by Taj MG Road. For

one you are always at the most happening street of MG Road.
Here luxury and comfort go hand in hand
 Besides it offered me a fully equipped business centre.

A fast and reliable internet was not the only thing that I got with my hotel

stay. I had easy access to the business centre at Vivanta By Taj - MG

Road,Bangalore. It offered me a business space equipped with state of the art

technology, a trendy boardroom and hi-tech audio/visual facilities.

The hotel offers its business centre called oval to its guests.

OVAL IS READY TO ROLL, 24 X 7

Open 24 hours

High speed Internet access (Internet can be arranged for other meeting spaces

with 3 days prior notice)

Wi-Fi access - Rs 600 for resident guests. Non-resident guests - Rs 2,400

Agenda boardroom available

Facsimile

Photocopying

Laptop computers and printers on hire

Translation/interpretation services with advance arrangements

Video-conferencing and Webcasting facilities

Three independent workstations

The beauty of being at Bangalore is that Business and pleasure go hand in hand

and when I was done with the business part of my trip my family joined me and

they were equally at ease.

When it came to food Vivanta by taj offered me some elaborate and varied food

choices.

One needs to be eating at the Graze if you are the health conscious type.

It offers a wide variety of options in wine,steak and seafood.

If you believe in celebrating life then the Ice bar is the place to be for it

offers the best martinis in town.It opens and welcomes its guest to Come and

chill out at this unique bar that opens at 15:00 hrs.

Memories of China is another must visit place for those into chinese food. The

food is authentic Chinese served in a Chinese setting.

Sugar and Spice was the place I frequented most often as it offered Cakes,

coffee, tea, cheese and chocolate - all available under one roof.

Cafe Mozaic was the place to visit and happened to be my favorite all day

diner in Bangalore. The food is good and served in a relaxed environment.

It was a short but truly rewarding and relaxing stay at Vivanta by Taj MG Road Bangalore.

 “I am blogging about my luxury stay experience for an activity at BlogAdda in association with MakeMyTrip“

Celebrating Holi in the times of Balam Pichkari

Yes I belong to the millennial generation and we have a reason and purpose of doing everything. So many years of my life I have celebrated Holi in the way that everyone does. Applies colors,eats drinks and makes merry.There has been no deeper meaning for me for this festival.However over the years even that kind of holi has stopped as once there used to be a lot of color all over me that would take days to come off. This color would remain everywhere from the face to hands, Hair,Nails and left me feeling bad. Even the hair would get fuzzy and require me to go to a beauty parlous.

However every time I see the song Balam Pichkari jo tune mujhe mari. I long to play Holi in a more playful manner .So the closest I come to playing Holi in this carefree and bindass style is to play the Balam Pichkari song every Holi. Pretty boring and mundane Huh!

For someone who grew on a daily dose of Bollywood the perfect Holi celebration I wanted a greater dose of Bollywood

With this plan in mind and with the intent of having a wonderful Holi celebration

I have decided to have a Bollywood style theme party. So what if I am a girl of the balam pichkari generation. My hearts still beats for the famous Sri Devi Song from the famous Hindi movie called Lamhe. It was a breathtakingly beautiful celebration between Lord Krishna and  his brijbalas.

Indeed it would be a memorable way to celebrate Holi in a fashion that Lord Krishna used to celebrate after all this was the seed of celebration of the festival of holi that bloomed into a flourishing tree of festivities but perhaps due to the lack of time or disinterest we are missing out on a great festival of colors.

I would be content and happy with such a Holi celebration however my sister is a die hard Yash Chopra movies fan and since festivals are time to take care and pamper our family I would keep another theme as well so that I can rope her in the celebrations and the theme I would do for her is the Silsila theme. As I could do anything to see her playing Holi all dressed in white and prancing around trying to put color to the faces of her friends and guests it would be a novel experience that would bring all those who do not celebrate back in the mood to celebrate Holi with full gusto. So the mood of the Holi party would be cheerful. Dress code :whites and the motto: #KhulKeKheloHoli

All are cordially invited.

“I’m pledging to #KhulKeKheloHoli this year by sharing my Holi memories at BlogAdda in association with Parachute Advansed.”

Salute to those who share the load

There must be a reason as to why all household chores as well as the task of doing laundry are supposed to be a woman’s job. Women have never claimed that they are good at or rather better than men in keeping house in perfect order or that they are very good at washing clothes.

A gender bias seems to be at work and it seems that the male have a prejudice against washing of clothes and thinking it to be a lowly task have relegated to the women.

The males consider themselves to be stronger and superior to the females who are considered to be the weaker sex. This is why they suppress them further and burden them with multitude of house hold tasks and the washing of dirty linen. It is very unfair that the men do not want to do their own work but want the women to do them. This clearly depicts their mental state wherein they take the women for granted and they do not wish to give the women an equal status. At every stage of life they belittle the women and criticize the quality of her efforts. They are always finding fault with her.

There was a time when women were housewives only and the men thought them to be having plenty of time as compared to them. From fetching a glass of water to keeping their important documents securely and of course the lowly task of washing clothes was meant to be attended by the women. This was a clear case of shirking responsibility and a task well done was never appreciated but a lapse or a small error was severely reprimanded.

With changing times women have started working outside their homes. This does not excuse them from doing the household chores or looking after the house and doing the laundry. All these tasks still remain their responsibility. No helping hand comes forward to #ShareTheLoad. This is a sorry state of affairs where the women work endlessly without respite. There is a silver lining to the dark clouds. Ariel the detergent giant has come forward asking the men to help their women by joining the #ShareTheLoad campaign. I wish to salute and thank all those men who are helping their mother, sister and wife with the house hold chores and even not feeling ashamed of either washing their own clothes or helping the women do the laundry. This initiative led by Ariel and BlogAdda is sure to impact the thinking of men and break the gender bias which has been ruling till now. More and more men would come forward to #ShareTheLoad

 “I am joining the Ariel #ShareTheLoad campaign at BlogAdda and blogging about the prejudice related to household chores being passed on to the next generation.”

If you love share the load

In nearly each and every household the question as to who would perform the household chores and laundry is a pivotal issue. All eyes turn towards the women, it may be a mother a sister or the wife and she is singled out for the task of doing all the household chores as well as doing the laundry. This is so because all men have seen these tasks being performed by the women only. More over they have been taught by their fathers and mothers that it is not a task for them. So they start ignoring these tasks completely. When thirsty they will always demand that they are given a glass of water and the obvious choice to execute this demand is of course the women. Slowly but steadily the numbers of house hold tasks expected to be done by the women goes on increasing in both number and volume.

Mother’s love their children and would never ask them voluntarily to do any house hold task or even dream of asking for help in doing the laundry.

On the other hand the children too love their mother and care for them. So dear children stop and look at your mother, your sister and think how much of a help it would be for them if you start keeping your things in order like little knick knacks your pencil box which your mother frantically searches for when packing your school bags. If you start keeping your things in place it would leave the room looking tidy and things would be easier to find. As a result it would also reduce the load on your over loaded mother. Offering help when she is washing the laundry would be a great respite for her, wringing the load of clothes and then placing them on the clothes line would make her feel greatly happy as she would be able to feel your love for her as well as show her that you care for her. This act of yours of #ShareTheLoad will bring happiness to both of you.

Now it’s the turn of the men. Do you not care for and love your mother, your sister and wife. So now it’s your turn to show you care. Weekly wash days would be a welcome change when the parents and children get together to make laundry a pleasure and enjoyable task. It would also reduce the time taken in doing a task which is normally a burden for a single person. You too can help in keeping the house tidy by not cluttering your things and keeping them in order. Remember the times you have complained about your home looking unkempt and untidy while your neighbor’s home is always tidy. Such a comparison causes great hurt and shame to the women you love and who are constantly trying to set things right while all other members do not stop from making a mess and making the home look untidy. This is one person against many. Have you ever wondered why your neighbor’s home is always spick and span. It is because all the members are doing their bit in #ShareTheLoad 

 “I am joining the Ariel #ShareTheLoad campaign at BlogAdda and blogging about the prejudice related to household chores being passed on to the next generation.”

Discover the Power of a Hug

My father is my model who has always been by my side when ever I needed him. He is the one who understand me. He holds me when I cry. He also scolds when I break the rules. He glows with pride when I succeed and have faith on me even when I fail. He has played such a big role in my life.He has always been a giver and I the receiver.

Whatever I needed even if it was on the other side of the world my dad would go and get it. We are inseparable & our love grows stronger with time. I was a very shy child when I was a kid so when I went for my first swimming lesson I was very scared. Slowly I learnt swimming as dad was always there to teach me. But one day I went with my friend's dad and he suddenly left my hand when in the water with an intention for me to learn fast but the reverse happened I started shouting out of fear. When I came home I decided not to go for swimming now.

After a few days my dad asked me as to what had happened to scare me and I narrated the incident and hence my fear. Papa took me for swimming the next day. He always held my hand and that constant touch of his gave me strength to overcome my fear of the water after some months I became confident all thanks to my papa. Love you dad now, always, forever ...you are my superhero. Hence I learnt in life to NEVER GIVE UP and give my best always.

I consider my father, a complete person in my life. My dad is an ordinary guy with extraordinary fortitude, perseverance, altruistic soul and kind heart. He is the most hardworking person who came up in life beating all odds. He always lives his life with vigor & zest and even today he is living his life with full youthfulness one can hardly imagine. One day my dad came to me with a gift pack. I was surprised as it was neither my birthday nor any other special occasion. It was a story book about how a spider converted his failure into success by trying again and again. I went to Dad’s room and hugged him. He just says “All The best”. I then started preparing with more zest for the swimming classes. All thanks to Dad for being with me, showing me light and having trust on me. Whatever I am today is just because of my fathers efforts. And indeed hug is the best gift I can give to my father. I love you Daddy.

I am expressing my love towards my dad by participating in the #HugYourDad activity at BlogAdda in association with Vicks.”

A Hug Says it All

My inspiration in my life is none other than my father. He is the person who brought me from the darkness into light,
He is the one who taught me how to fight in adversity. He held my hands wherever I was scared. He supported me whenever I needed support. His arms were there when I needed a hug. His love gave me the wings and strength to fly. He is my partner in the game of chess and taught me how to play and also win.

 He showed me the world through his eyes. He taught me the difference between virtue
and vice. He helped me realize all my dreams. He is and will always be the best friend in my life. My father is one of the most important and respected person in my life. He has taught me important values that I apply in my everyday life. My father is spiritual and has taught us how to live an upright life. He makes sure that as a family we remain spiritual and sin free. We live in an orthodox family but my father always gave me the required freedom.

He has given me the best of education and helped me to choose the profession in life. He never forced me for anything but always taught me to take right choices and decision in life. He has always been a good listener, understands me, trusts me and advice's me. My father has been the driving force behind my academic achievement. My father says that we mus talways remember one thing that nothing is permanent in life, neither happiness nor sad times. He always gives very apt solutions for any problem. His quality at solving problems very easily makes him my role model. Just by the expressions on my face, he knows whets going on my mind. I never needed to tell him about things I needed, he, by
default knows what and when I need and he always provides me with what ever is needed. At times, he becomes a teacher for me, he guides me when ever I need to make a decision, when ever I am in some problem he patiently listens me and tells me how can I find solution to the problem, he used to carry me in his arms to my school when
I was in the nursery class. When hungry he became a chef for me and most importantly he is my source of inspiration. The best thing I LOVE about my DAD is his never give up attitude. Whenever we are together I keep hugging him as a way to say thanks to him.

I am expressing my love towards my dad by participating in the #HugYourDad activity at BlogAdda in association with Vicks.”

The dream sequence that unlocked my Maxfresh moment

Yesterday there was no power at our place and in this hot and humid weather I found it very difficult to sleep. With no power there was no A.C running. After a few hours of load shedding even the inverter gave way perhaps even its will to hold through the load shedding gave way. I must confess these no power day and nights really take a toll on my spirit and morale I am irritable through the day and feel drained and low. So when the load shedding happened yesterday it really got me worried. To distract my self I started playing music on my portable player and loaded my favorite list to hear the songs of  my beloved singer Anushka Manchanda. I don’t know when I dozed off to sleep. In my sleep I saw Anushka MAnchanda singing her famous song from the Bollywood movie Ungli the song goes like this
Initially I saw a dark setting and I could not see anything as it was completely dark then I heard the initial words being sung
Dance...
C'mon c'mon
Dance...
D d d.. dance.
However this is the part where the setting changed and instead of the backdrop of the stage or a recording studio I saw the ravines.
Anushka Manchanda was dressed like Hema Malini or Basanti of Sholey.
Surprise of Surprise I saw Allu Arjun dressed as Gabbar and chasing Anushka Manchanda a modern era Basanti  singing
Ni gori tera thumka
bada kinky kinky type da
Ni gori tera jhumka
bada funky funky type da
Kateeli teri ankhiyaan
Jaise nouk nukeeli knife da
Ni gori tera nakhra
Bada hanky-panky type da
Guys the chemistry between Anushka Manchanda and Allu Arjun was so hot and stunning and of high energy that even while sleeping I could feel my feet tapping.
When I saw Allu Arjun chasing Anushka Manchanda like a Bollywood Hero I found our modern day Basanti playing her role to the hilt and showing the perfect thumkas and latka jhatkas in the dance moves.
Kisi hit gaane pe jo
Kamar matka degi tu (In this part Anushka dressed as Basanti was just stunning and amazing)
Fateechar se ye dil ban jayega shehzaada
Oonchi waali heel pehankar
Dance Basanti..
D d d dance Basanti
D d d dance Basanti
Ho.. har limit ki height pe chadhke
Dance Basanti...
D d d dance Basanti (c'mon c'mon)
D d d dance Basanti
D d d Dance dance dance
d d d dance..
This is the part when I heard the alarm of my mobile phone ringing and I was awakened by the sound of the alarm.
I think the song and the dance sequence were so power packed and exciting that I got up from my sleep only to realize that it was already morning and time for me to get up. I realized that it had been a very exciting night and a beautiful dream for me. I had enjoyed every moment of my dream. It was like watching a Bollywood movie with the only difference that I did not see it in a movie theatre and instead I was part of the movie. The surprising part in the morning was the fact that I had no signs of being tired,and grumpy even after spending  the entire night without any electricity. I was full of energy as if I had just attended a live concert of Anushka Manchanda and Allu Arjun. Surely I had discovered the joy and fun of singing and dancing and lived a couple of maxfresh moments in the process. Now whatever happens electricity or no electricity I am fully charged and ready to take on any thing. And who knows what dream song and dance sequence may be awaiting me as another dream sequence is ready to transform me and provide me with another maxfresh moment

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Celebrating our Home

We have a small home that we got built on a piece of plot. Though it is not a very lavish one yet it is our home and I have tastefully decorated it.Ever since we moved into this new home of ours I have been very excited with the new house that we have made our home. Every aspect of my new home is decided according to my taste. The color of the walls, to the wood finish design of the doors, door knob designs and the design of the pelmets all reflect my taste and it gave me immense pleasure in making these choices. Even the process of selecting the curtains for various rooms was like a festival and full of excitement. All the family members had got together at the big shop that sells curtain material and all kinds of drape materials and upholstery fabric. We were spoiled by the choice of colors and designs at the store. We ended up shortlisting three to four designs for each room.
Then the shopkeeper had sent  over a person with our selected designs to our place.
He had held the fabric folding it up in such a way that it gave us a visual feel as to how a curtain would look like. This phase of selection was full of excitement and by the time we selected and finalized all the curtain designs we were all very excited as it was our own home that was getting decorated and dressed up. These celebrations reached a higher pitch when I ordered pizza’s and cold drinks for everyone. By the end of the process we had spent a fruitful day decorating our new home.This gave me and my family a lot of happiness and reason to celebrate every moment and action in this new house of ours.Actually we had been in a rented accommodation before and moved in without much furnishing the new property. This way each article that we acquired for our new home had a story associated with it. Right from buying the fan’s to the electrical fittings was an important event and had a sense of festivity associated with it.
 When we bought a chandelier for our drawing room everyone in the family was super excited .Our neighbors visited us and we had a small tea party and snacks to celebrate the occasion. When we bought a carpet the same excitement was experienced by me and my family. Since all our household buys have been collective purchases where everyone in the family gets together and goes for these shopping sprees there are interesting anecdotes linked to each shopping.
Even after passage of time though the things may get old yet the memories and anecdotes associated with these trips remain and often they become the starting point of family conversations and we relive those happy shopping experiences and memories again and again. 

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Dil ki deal to give joy

My books were my best friends. I collected them and did not let anybody touch them. I loved books and they were my passion. I loved to browse through them and just touching them made me feel very happy. Even my academic books were very dear to me. I preserved them and preserved them even when they were of no use to me. As I moved from one class to another the old books would be preserved carefully. Even though they would never be read again by me but they were so dear to me that I never gave them again or even touched them. Even when I passed out of school my passion for books did not fade.
In those days there was the daughter of our maid who used to accompany her  to our home. She was a talkative child and soon a chord of friendship was struck between us. I enjoyed chatting with her. She enjoyed when I read out stories from my collection of books. She was an intelligent child and I found that she was very interested in books. Apart from school books she found story books very interesting. Then one day I came to know that her father had got her admitted to a school and she was very excited. She was to join a school and stay in a hostel in another city. I was very happy for her future and at the same time I was sad that I would not be able to meet her for quite some time.
When she came to meet me before leaving I wanted to give her a gift as a takeaway present.I thought that I would like to give her a doll of her choice but I was not sure. When she came we chatted like usual and she spent the entire day with me. I even made her eat lunch with me. I had my mother to prepare all the dishes of my little friends liking. The mood at our home that day was like that of a party. It was a dual celebration on one hand it was the celebration of my friend getting admission and the other was that this was a farewell party for my little friend who was about to embark on a journey in to the big world outside. In the evening when she was about to go I gave her a set of dolls and clothes.She was very excited to receive all those gifts. I asked her if she wanted anything  else. She said no but as her eyes  fell on my collection of book. I could see the same passion for books in her eyes as I had. That moment I knew what books meant to her. I wanted to make her day memorable  and give her a perfect gift. I overcame my attachment for my books and gave my collection of story books from my school days to her as a present. It was a dil ki deal that made the little girls day.
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followung dreams with dil ki deal

We all need an angel to put our life on track. In my last summer vacation I got an opportunity to visit Vienna. I had been selected for a special internship project in my college. I was a confused person and often I was not able to take a decision for myself. This was my biggest drawback which was also a hindrance in my life. I was worried because of this weakness of mine I would be unable to achieve my goals and land up into failure. I took my internship as a breakthrough in my life. My whole life was planned by my parents and maybe that's why I was unable to take decisions on my own. I had got admission into an engineering college because my parents had wanted me to be an engineer. I had always wanted to be a singer. I had a great voice and loved singing. Singing liberated me and I felt free from all stress. It lent me a new personality. Everyone appreciated my songs and voice. But my parents discouraged me saying that children of respectable parents don't get into this line. A professional degree is a must for a stable career. I gave in to my parents wishes. I met many people who motivated and inspired me but I had no guts to follow my dreams. I was very apprehensive of this trip to Vienna as had I never stepped out of my city. My parents asked me to say No to this internship but when my college dean told my parents that it’s a great privilege and it would do a lot of good in my career they agreed but with a heavy heart. The days spent in Vienna were the most treasured and fun filled years of my life. I met Anya my mentor in Vienna. She was a beauty with brains and was a perfect mentor. She made me realize my strengths. We soon became good friends she added a meaning to my life and made it worth living. She was a constant source of fun and encouragement. She gave a new meaning to my life.  I became self dependent, very confident and a new me. She made me realize that I can achieve my goal and follow my dreams along with my professional degree .A 2-in-1 profession where my parents and my own wishes can be achieved without any hassle. She motivated and supported me always ready to be with me in my every time of need. She is the one whom I can approach at any time. Confide my deepest secrets and rely on her for anything. That's why I consider her PRICELESS. She wanted to see India where her grandmother used to live when she was alive. As a thank you gift I took her back to India and showed her the real India. I surprised my best friend and I was happy that I too could do something for her in return for her love, her care and a kind heart.

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Say Sorry and...

When I was in school our teacher used to say one day people will kill someone and just say sorry.
At that point I never understood the meaning of the word fully. Now a days people do any mistake at office and just say #Sorry. Sometimes a friend fixes a time and shows up late . Then they just say #sorry.
I often think do they actually mean it.
Then there are cases when someone has hurt you emotionally and they just say #sorry that to so casually and just walk off.
What about the cases when someone hurts you and despite knowing it does not even say sorry.
I feel the line of distinction is very thin between these cases. Are all those who say #sorry actually mean it?
Maybe there follow up actions can be a better indicator. Do they repeat the act or have they amended their actions?
Most important is that saying #Sorry should not be an excuse to let oneself take off the hook.
Saying #Sorry is not a licence to do anything and get away with it.

When Hope and Optimism work better than medicines

Life is like a ride at a fare that has both ups and down. Sometimes you have to face tough situations and it can leave you low,drained and in a hopeless situation. I experienced this in my first year of college. I still remember the day when my first year exams had just got over .I was on a new high with the freedom of college life and my happiness had another reason that is that I was going to do my first summer job. A summer job meant earning money for the first time and this gave me a new high. It was the second day of my summer job and I was helping shoppers sample a new cold drink that had been introduced in the market. Our stall was setup outside the entrance of the supermarket so that we could approach every customer who would enter the supermarket. My job was to offer them a sample of the cold drink and if they liked it then guide them to the point from where they could buy our product. It was hectic work but I was enjoying it. Then suddenly after lunch time I felt giddy and had a stomach ache and then I become feverish. I did not bother much about my condition and continued working. Then when I threw up, my supervisor noticed that I was unwell and sent me home. By the time I reached home I was running a high fever. My parents consulted a doctor and he gave me some medicines. However  I was not able to eat anything and  any attempt to eat resulted in a vomit. As my condition deteriorated the doctor referred me to a hospital. Going to a hospital and being admitted there is something I have hated the most however I had no choice. The moment I went to the hospital they admitted me in the emergency . I saw so many accident patients lying around me and most of them were in a lot of pain. So much blood and agony made it a gory sight and I thought perhaps even my end had come and I am going to die. Every day there were so many tests being conducted on me and so many blood samples taken from me I felt that my end has come for sure. Then a little respite came when I was  shifted to a room.I got diagnosed with dengue but there was not much improvement in my condition. I was being fed by a drip and I was feeling drained and depressed.  I realized that my hopes of doing a summer job and being financially independent had been crushed and I would now be spending the rest of my holidays recovering from all this weakness that is if I made it alive from the hospital. Such thoughts occupied my mind and I felt miserable.My chain of thoughts was broken by the chirpy sounds of a young girl who would be about eight or nine.I found her occupying the bed next to mine.She had her doll next to her. I found her laughing and playful all the time.Sometime I felt as if her playfulness is making fun of me.Then one day she walked up to me and asked what was wrong with me.I told her that I had dengue.I still remember that I pitied myself at that point of time. She said don’t worry didi (elder sister) you will be fine. Her empathy did not have much effect on me and I asked her what was wrong with her. To which she replied “I have a hole in my heart” I was stunned by her answer. She said it in so simple a manner that I thought that perhaps she is joking. However her mother confirmed her medical condition. I found that she was to undergo a series of tests and surgeries to fix her health condition. However she was so calm. Every day she would come to me and try to cheer me up. I found her to be the best thing to happen to me ever since I had come to the hospital. Playing with her board games and chitchatting with her made me forget my pain and discomfort. She filled me with hope and optimism and I thought that when a little girl who is suffering from a much serious medical condition is cheerful and full of hope and optimism about the future then why can’t I be hopeful. The hope and optimism given by her was helping me more than the medicines that the doctors were giving me. In about ten days time I was discharged from the hospital. In this experience I had learned the importance of hope and optimism in one’s life

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Experiencing a fresh start with relocation

Sometimes the events in our life can take us to a low and we begin to lose hope as all doors seem to be closed.Relocation can be a new door that can help us find a path that leads us out of our difficult situations .I faced this situation when I met with at accident while I was playing for the inter office woman football tournament. I being a sports person has faced many a tough situations . My life revolved around sports right from an early age and by the time I was in college I had been playing in a number of sports. I was an active person and felt that women's hockey was my calling. Even though for men cricket has all the money and fame. Where as when it comes to women’s sports practically all the games are equal. At best they help you get a job. Something similar happened to me .Passing out of college I found that being an active sportsperson helped me get a decent job in a company. Even during the interview the interview board had mentioned that I would be required to play for the women’s hockey office team. Initially all was well and our team won quite a few matches and tournaments. Then while returning from a tournament I fell from a moving train and faced multiple fractures in my left leg. I was in a lot of pain and when the doctors said that they would have to insert metal rods in my leg and I may not be able to play professionally.This statement brought me a lot of agony. When this news spread in my office .It generated a lot of gossip. Even though I had been a hard working employee , a section of the management felt that since my professional career as a hockey player had ended so the company should show me the door. When the news of such negative clamor reached me I started feeling very depressed. I wanted to earn an honest wage and the fact that some people thought that I was living on company’s charity made me feel very bitter. When my boss visited me I offered him my resignation as I did not want to accept charity. My boss was a compassionate person and said that you are an asset for the company and if you find you cannot handle the situation then I can get you transferred to another branch in another city once you are fit enough to join the office. It was a big decision as my parents would not let me i.e their only daughter go and stay alone in a new city. However I was determined to #StartANewLife so I opted to relocate to a new city and start life afresh. I relocated to another city and worked hard in my job as I did not want to give anybody the chance of saying that what I am earning is not my salary but charity. Luckily all my hard work jot noticed and appreciated. Here in this new office I have got several promotions. As playing hockey professionally would have put a lot of strain on my leg. I started playing Table Tennis and represent my office in the interoffice tournament.
Looking back I feel that relocating to a new city was a bold move that has helped me get ahead and make a fresh start in my life.

 #StartANewLife 
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The lesson of togerherness

I was fairly good in my studies. I could pass my exams without much effort. This statement would be true but for the dreaded subject of maths.However hard I tried I could not remember the formulas. I even tried memorizing then but even this tactics failed. I could see all the numbers floating around in a jumble and this left me petrified. This was the case in class VIII it was a “must pass with good marks” situation for me as I wanted to take up science after class ten so I wanted to do well in all subjects. Without being good in math's there was no way I could have studied Science. I tried to work hard in math's but it was not a practical solution. My added hard work did not yield any results. Had it been another subject I could have made up for the low marks by getting good marks in other subjects. However this was not the case with math's. It was to be a full hundred marks paper so getting good marks in it was a must. Besides how can a person think of pursuing a career in the field of science without getting good marks in math's, as it is considered to be the foundation and integral part of the study of science.These thoughts occupied my find and I felt a lot of stress due to did.I could not study or focus on my school work.It was perhaps my drooping body language or my low spirits that made even my family very worried for me.Then one day the physics teacher of class eleven called me. She was both the best and the strictest  teacher of our school. She was such a strict teacher that students could not muster the courage of being inattentive in her class. Even the thought of going and speaking to her made them perspire with nervousness. My condition was no different I was very scared to go to her. I thought that maybe I have done something wrong for which she is going to scold and reprimand me. However when I went to her she looked at m and smiled. Perhaps it was the first time I had ever seen her smile.She lovingly asked me why I had been looking so gloomy for the last few days. I confessed to her about the problem that I was facing in the subject of maths. To which she said that since I was so good in science this meant that I had the analytical skills. If I applied them then I could get good marks in maths as well. In a choking voice I asked “But How Ma'am?” She said she would help me and so without any personal motive she started helping me in my studies. I found her to be a very warm person who was sharing her experience with me. This one to one sessions with her were very productive and I found her to be very encouraging and a very good mentor. She helped me to understand my fundamentals. She gave me a hope and optimism that in turn helped me conquer the monster called maths. Day by day my performance improved and I could get a firm grip on the subject. This time of being #together with her was very special it gave me hope and optimism for the future and also made me a better student. Even so many years after passing out of school I have fond memories of the time of togetherness that helped me overcome such a big hurdle in my life and giving me hope and optimism that still helps me face any situation in my life.

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#together

मेरी प्रतिमा किसी चोराहे पर ना लगाना

मेरी प्रतिमा किसी चोराहे पर ना लगाना

मेरी प्रतिमा किसी चोराहे पर ना लगाना
मेरे नाम पे किसी सडक का नाम ना रखना
कुछ करना है तो अपनी दिल की गली में
एक कमरा मेरा रखना

मेरे गीतों की तड़प

मेरे गीतों की तड़प
तुम तक ना पहुँच पाए
एसा ना हो की तुमसे  मिलने से पहले ही
कोई ज़लज़ला उठे और
साथ में तूफान लाए
लूफानों से में नहीं डड़ती
बस डर है कि
मेरा पैगाम गीला ना हो जाए

प्रेम के प्रलाप से

प्रेम के प्रलाप से भरा एक खत
हवा के झोंके के साथ
उड़ा जा रहा है
कोई पकड़ो उसे कि
किसके लिए है यह
मेरा पैगाम और
किसको देने जा रहा है

मेरी पहचान

मेरी पहचान
मेरी पहचान बस  इतनी है कि
वक़्त के उन गलियारों में
पाई जाती हूँ
जहाँ आपके लिए की गयी
हर दुआ रहती है
आप रहें सलामत और
चुस्त, तन्दरूस्त, और दुरूस्त
मेरी दुआ बस इतना कहती है
9c9) प्रेम के प्रलाप से भरा एक खत

शराब के पैमाने स

शराब के पैमाने स भारी
आँख मेरी  छलक ना जाए
में अब भी उस उमीद से पागल हूँ
की कोई ऐसी घड़ी आये कि
आपसे मुलाकात हो जाए
इस से पहले कि
गुज़रे वक़्त कि गहराईओं में
खो जाऊं
कोई एसा वक़्त आए कि
आप के दीदार हो जायें

मैं शांति से मर पायूँगी

मैं शांति से मर पायूँगी

मैं शांति से मर पायूँगी
अगर पता हो की तुम्हे पता है कि
कितना प्यार मैने तुमसे किया
जब जब अमृत का प्याला तुमने पिया
तुम्हारे हिस्से का ज़हर अपने हिस्से में लिया
मैं शांति से मर पायूँगी
अगर पता हो की तुम्हे पता है कि
कितना प्यार मैने तुमसे किया
8c8) शराब के पैमाने से भारी