EMBODYING EMOTIONS

Rise and shine !!

noreply@blogger.com (subtlescribbler) — Mon, 22 Oct 2012 14:35:00 +0000

o' woman of today

you fragile creature

know that you are strong

silence not your powers any more

For ages they have misused you

took your patience for granted

know that you too can speak

silence not your voice any more

every now and then

they victimize and torture one of you

know that you have an identity

silence not your respect any more

crushing your desires

they boast of control

know that you have a life

silence not your rights any more

though you be dainty

withholding your potential

know that you are not weak

silence not your strengths any more

The world exists at your feet

they must never ignore it

know that you are the begetter

silence not your might any more

patriarchy shouldn't mean oppression

you are no slave to them

know that you stand equal

silence not your pride any more

o' woman of today

stand up for yourself

know that you are the most wonderful creation

silence not your existence any more!

PS: Crimes, criminals, perverts, cowards, debauchees, barbarics - deal with them NOT with silence!

HAIL HUMANITY !!

noreply@blogger.com (subtlescribbler) — Sat, 29 Sep 2012 12:17:00 +0000

'The human race has improved everything, but the human race' -Adlai Stevenson

We have a subject called FMT ( Forensic Medicine and Toxicology) as a part of our 2nd year Medical curriculum.
It basically deals with interpreting and establishing facts in civil and criminal law cases by the medical knowledge and knowing the underlying cause of death .
As a part of this subject we students are asked to maintain a record of various crimes and transgressions ranging from murders/suicides/blasts to rapes/accidents/infamous conduct by doctors and so on in the form of newspaper clippings.

Now initially when we were handed this large 50 sheet file, my first reaction was how would I fill in these pages? It is impossible to find such extensive collection of criminal happenings and that too under so many sub-headings and that it was simply out of question to gather the articles in such a short span of 1 academic year.

But syllabus and files HAVE to be completed and so we took possession of it with utter hopelessness.
A month ahead to my extreme surprise and disgust at the same time I could identify not just one but several articles in the newspaper each day!

Come another month and many sections like rape, transportation injuries, criminal abortions, suicides and murders were already flooding with clippings and cuttings and managing them in a single page seemed to be daunting task now.

While I was obviously happy at my timely completion of work, the grim and gruesome scenario has left me anxious and furious.
Why are we heading towards such barbarism?
Is a socially civilized and tolerant society nothing more than a distant dream?
Are rights of fellow humans simply an on-paper pseudo political agenda?
Has humanitarianism ceased to exist?
These and in numerous other questions envelop my mind every time I sit down to read and gather newspaper articles.

Where lies the role of education and reason- gifted minds? I fail to believe that we humans are the most superior and developed of all creatures.

If we can kill for money and stab someone to death in anger, if we can forget our duties and neglect our responsibilities, if cannot respect woman and uphold morals, if words like truth, justice and tolerance are mere words for us then where lies that difference between us and our ancestors hundreds of years prior to us?

I know my writing this wont make a zilch of a difference to atleast most of us. Coz majority believes that we are humble humans of a civilized society and the rest of us do not care to introspect where the world is heading to for its a matter too trifling to ponder upon.

I however still decided to write this as a part of my own duty. As Martin Luther King Jr. said "An individual has not started living until he can rise above the narrow confines of his individualistic concerns to the broader concerns of all humanity".

I strongly feel its time that I and those who wish to seek a change wake up to overlook within rather seek to understand and act for issues that are in interest of all humanity.

Leaving you all with what Carlos Fuentes said "There must be something beyond slaughter and barbarism to support the existence of mankind and we must all help search for it".

Its time that we start this search. Its time indeed.

Delicious Del Monte 'corn- custard pudding' !

noreply@blogger.com (subtlescribbler) — Thu, 20 Sep 2012 11:17:00 +0000

Fruit- custard is a common dessert eaten at homes. I tried giving it a completely different look and taste with little variations and absolutely NO extra time!

Puddings are a well - known dessert everywhere. And the best part is that nothing can beat a well made and (of course decorated) home- made pudding. They are rich and delicious. So I decided to variate the custard pudding using Del Monte corns and the outcome was deliciously refreshing...

The "corn-custard pudding" :D

Moving on to the ingredients,

We will need :

1) Milk - 1/2 litre

2) custard powder - 3-4 tablespoon (I used vanilla flavour)

3) sugar - 2-3 tablespoon

4) Del Monte corns - 1 tin

5) plump cake

6) jelly

Preparation time : 15-20 mins

serves : 4-5

METHOD :

STEP 1 : first of all we will make a free flowing custard. For this boil 1/2 litre of milk with 2-3 tablespoon of sugar in a pan.

STEP 2 : In a bowl take the custard powder and add 1/4 cup cold milk and mix well.like this -

STEP 3 - Remove the milk from heat and add the custard powder paste and cook again stirring continuously for about 5 mins till it gets thickened. Make sure you stir continuously to avoid forming any lumps.

STEP 4 - Now add small pieces of plump cake and Del Monte sweet corns to the mixture and transfer it into a freezing mould. Make sure you apply little butter on the sides of mould to avoid sticking later on.

STEP 5 - Now put it carefully to freeze for about 30-40 mins.

STEP 6 - Transfer it on a plate or tray and decorate it with jelly and sweet corns. You can also use Del Monte pineapples and cherries for decoration. Serve and savour the Corn custard pudding:)

Looks yummy isn't it? Tastes equally good :D

This post has been written for Del Monte blogger recipe carnival hosted by DEL MONTE and Indiblogger.

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Salad with a Del Monte twist - Chicken pasta salad !!

noreply@blogger.com (subtlescribbler) — Tue, 18 Sep 2012 14:50:00 +0000

Salads are basically a class of food comprising majorly of raw vegetables or fruit served with a dressing or a sauce with minimum flavouring.
the key to make a good salad is the kind of fruits and vegetables one chooses and of course how you flavour it.

The best part about salads is however that apart from being easy and quick to make they are open to experimentation always! you can add anything from sweet to salty and invent a new kind of salad everytime :D

For the Del monte contest I tried variating the usual *boring* vegetable salad with pasta,chicken and pineapples. And the all-new chicken-pasta salad delighted my taste buds! I seriously can't wait to share it with all salad lovers enjoying their salad days like me ;) And let me tell you, Del monte has an awesome range of pastas and pasta sauces!

So moving on to my recipe, to make chicken pasta salad you will need :

1) chicken - 1 full or half (breast)
2) Del monte pineapple slices - 5-6 slices
3) cabbage - 1/2 medium sized
4) carrot - 1 medium sized
5) capsicum - 2
6) cucumber - 1
7) onion - 1
8) Del monte pasta
9) mayonnaise - 4 tablesp.
10) cream - 4 tablesp.
11) Del monte extra virgin olive oil
12) lemon - 1

now once you have all those ingredients ready at your table, just follow few simple step to make a completely new, healthy and amazingly delicious bowl of salad.

I have put on images to make things as simple as they can be.

METHOD :

Step 1 - Cut the vegetables (except pineapple and apples) in long pieces like for choumein. Add salt and pepper to taste. Add a juice of 1 lemon and keep aside.

step 2 -Now boil chicken with 1clove, salt and 2-3 flakes of garlic till 20-25min in a cooker. And keep aside to cool. After it has cooled, cut the chicken into cubical or elongated pieces but make sure they are small.
For vegetarians - you can use grated paneer instead of chicken and I guess it will taste equally good :)

Step 3 - In the mean time boil the Del Monte pastas in water with little salt and oil which will prevent it from sticking.

Step 4 - Now combine chicken, vegetables and pasta along with pineapples and apples. Mix mayonnaise and cream adding Del Monte extra virgin olive oil and sugar to taste.

step 5 - Put it in a bowl and freeze for 15-20 min.

Aaaandddd.....

Yummy Chicken pasta salad is ready to be served !!! pretty quick isn't it?

This post has been written for 'the Del Monte blogger recipe carnival' hosted by indibloggger and Del Monte.

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For better, for worse....!!!

noreply@blogger.com (subtlescribbler) — Tue, 21 Aug 2012 10:55:00 +0000

We live in a country where 'love' and 'marriage' are considered two issues poles apart. While marriage is considered to be a family affair, love is still looked down upon as an act of misdeed. And it is due to this disparity that 'love' and 'arrange' marriage hold a debatable position in the Indian society.
Now everyone can have a different understanding of the two so before proceeding to provide reason and opinions firstly I would like to define them.

A love marriage according to me is the one in which individuals themselves choose their life partner which means that the decision is purely a personal one and often not acceptable to the respective families. The reasons for which may vary from differences in caste/religion to social status.

On the other hand in an arranged marriage its the parents who decide the person their son/daughter would get married to. So in this case the individuals may or may not have known each other earlier but the families are consenting and mutually agreeing to connect.

'Love-cum-arranged' is a pleasant amalgamation of the two and in my opinion can be a very successful event owing to mutual understanding of all those involved. The debate we have here is however,between 'love' and 'arrange'.

Now the basic point is- in an arranged marriage all decisions are collectively discussed in contrast to love marriage where individuals decide their future. A collective opinion coming from more experienced members of both families definitely holds better chances of survival and success than an individual one.

Moving ahead, we all know that marriage is a bond of lifetime (at least in a country like India) but no one can spend their entire life being dependant on a single person no matter how much you love him/her. We all need relation and support of other people and not just the spouse to lead a truly happy and satisfactory life. Which is usually missing in a love marriage at least in the initial years.

Moreover, in case of any clashes or friction between the couple, which is inevitable they have their elders and naturally wiser people of the family to guide and advice in the arrange marriage set-up which tends to save them from a lot of problems.

No doubt that in love marriage the bride and groom have known each other from a certain time span and there is trust and understating but they also have 'pre-built' hopes and expectations of their better half.
On the contrary in arrange marriage the two individuals can only 'presume' that the decision taken by their elders is a good one. So after marriage when things begin to get 'real' and attributes like tolerance and patience give a back seat to love, expectations begin to tear apart. The individuals begin to feel 'this is not the person I decided to marry' . That's when love marriage attains an extremely vulnerable position and a series of ego clashes and disappointments may crop up.

In arrange marriage too the disappointments and ego clashes can occur but the blame automatically is forced on the 'deciding elders' and 'destiny' rather than the spouse which saves the situation to a great extent. Also the two individuals try and overlook a lot of differences knowing well that it takes time to develop understanding and healthy frequency between to newly met people.

There also is a sense of insecurity and added responsibility in case of love marriage as the burden of all blames and accountability of all actions is totally singular.
In arranged one, the blame and accusations seems to be a collective fault since the decision was a collective one.
Another point favouring arranged marriage is something called the 'initial spark' which develops after the couples get to know each other and gradually tend to get familiar. Each day is a surprise and mystery since you are in process of discovering your partner.

In love marriage however the initial spark goes missing and marriage comes as a point where the time for mushy romance is spaced up for mundane responsibilities, although the sense of security and trust maybe much more in this case the missing spark does make it appear bland and monotonous.

Belonging to a family where arrange marriages out do love marriages in number, I have seen them to be immensely successful and blissful. You should trust that your parents can never take decision that's not in the best of your interests. And since both the individuals realize that now they have been tied for a lifetime so the rights and duties somehow find a place even before love comes into picture which only strengthens the bond of admiration and respect in future.

As for those who feel that how can the most important decision of 'who I would spend my life with me decided by others' I'd say - life is game of chance rather than choices and those big and small chances that we take each day makes this experience a marvelously exciting and magically enchanting one !!

PS : The above opinions are strictly personal. I am not against love marriages but would prefer an arranged one over them. The bottom line however is, that for any relation to be successful and long lasting mutual understanding and trust marks the first step follwed by love and patience.
PS 2 : While exploring google image search I found this image particularly amusing ;)

To explore more on 'Love ya arrange' follow the facebook link here.

The ugly side of beauty....

noreply@blogger.com (subtlescribbler) — Thu, 09 Aug 2012 16:20:00 +0000

When God created humans, he did his best to be fair. Sprinkling carefully and wisely equal proportions of attributes so that each one of us can feel 'exquisite and beautiful'.

Man however has been in a habit of complicating things. Simple and apparently easily comprehensible things tend to distract him and he takes a path of complications. And so he deviated from this simplified version of God's granted beauty and confined it to merely a 'visual delight'.

This crooked definition of beauty has slowly been transformed into a necessary evil and humans today struggle mindlessly to grab a 'portion' while carelessly overlooking what was originally granted to them.

From Botox to liposuction, fairness creams to laser treatments we have senselessly been try to possess something that has been already thrust upon us. And to top up the insensibility, we gullibles 'demand' and 'desire' the same artificial and altered beauty in others too. Dumping away the real radiance.

He aspires to be tall, she dreams to be thin, his ambition is to get that athletic built and being fair is her desire!

We are vainly running to pick out an ingredient knowing little that our recipe of beauty is not just faulty but tasteless and ugly.

Endless advertisements with almost perfect faces, endorsing products to transform you into something which the creator himself did not feel fit to grant you. Sounds bizarre. isn't it?

When the artist or a writer decided NOT to bestow a certain trait or colour in the protagonist or painting, how can we as a reader and an on-looker 'artificially' apply them later?

But the social milieu and its hollow expectations have clogged our reasoning and logic to sheer opacity.

I doubt if much can be done to revert back from this track we have been walking blindfolded yet with 'élan'.

Alas! The botox beauty has occupied our minds and only serious retrospection can drain it away.

It might appear pessimistic on my part to end this post on a negative note but even after a lot of reasoning I couldn't come up with solutions that can be helpful for this is not a community or country issue, it rests with generation gone, the present one and the ones that shall live after us.

If only the actual beauty of each individual can be unveiled. If only we try and search that radiance within and around us those things of beauty would truly be joyous forever!

What do you think?!

Hair pin bend away from troubles :D

noreply@blogger.com (subtlescribbler) — Fri, 29 Jun 2012 11:10:00 +0000

"Even a single hair casts its shadow"

I was 9 when I suffered from typhoid. Been admitted in the hospital for almost about a month and infectious bacteria attacking me from all sides, my body had been fighting real hard.
The enormous doses of antibiotics and Antipyretics did support the bodily functions and I was saved. But everything comes with a price and it was my hair that had to be shaved off coz the delicate black threads had suffered far too much.

They grew again, much thicker this time but worn out and dry. As if clearly expressing that they had been tortured badly.

Actually, the modern medicines have their unseen side effects and excessive dryness of hair is one of them. My hair problems had just begun then...

All through my early teenage, I preferred keeping them short.Frankly speaking, Rapunzel and her ground moping hair never allured me. And so 'bob cut' was my style.Easy to comb and clean especially when I woke up 5 minutes prior to the arrival of school bus or played cricket in open ground.

Plus, I had my blonde barbie dolls with long, silky hair to look after and theirs needed my attention more. For they got married every weekend you see;)

But then once cupid starts banging your door and hormones change levels, priorities and pledges alter too. And 'growing my hair' to get the girly look appeared on the task list pretty much unconsciously. So two years later at 15,I sported an average length pony tail.
But the typhoid effect still remained. My hair though thick, black and shiny were dry and frizzy and that's why the curls didn't look so pleasing. Not to me. Not to anybody else.

Its human nature to either 'modify' the things he dislikes or 'ignore' them altogether.

I did both to my hair.

That's when the 'real' hair troubles began.

Bigger than what Salmonella typhi (the typhoid causing bacteria) or medicines had brought.

For parties and special occasions, I hopped to parlours to get my hair straightened ( yes! the grass is always greener on the 'other' side) and on daily basis it was 'ignoring' routine.

The heat of straighteners and artificial serums tortured my hair too much. And it started to revolt in split ends, more dryness and falling away. Indicating loud and clear that I needed to stop either the 'ignoring' or 'modifying' at the earliest.

I chose the former and from 'Desi totkas' to 'expensive products' you could find everything on the platter.

Discovery of dove.

The discovery of dove was purely accidental!

I had gone for a stay to my cousin's place and she was a loyal user of Dove. I tried the shampoo and conditioner for the first time there.The dryness care one.

I won't lie that there was a magical effect on the very first wash or my dryness vanished suddenly but definitely It felt good.

So back home, it was time to put 'dove' to test. After about 5 washes, I knew that this was a product worth sticking to.

Of course, Desi totkas like curd, lemon and eggs have been loyal supports too. Curd specially works wonders!

Its been about an year that 'Dove' shampoo and conditioner finds a place in my cupboard and although I still prefer to get my hair straightened on occasions, it takes care of the damage.

I now realize that our hair problems are majorly self created.

We combine the needs with greed. Like the need might be a good oil massage but watching a movie is more important so massage takes a back place.

And then we try transforming it into something its not just to steal a few momentary gazes.

Don’t then our hairs have the right to revolt and create problems for us?

We hear innumerable anecdotes that relations grow stronger and more beautiful when not changed or judged.

Its pretty much similar to our bond with our tresses too. With Dove I have been making conscious efforts of rectifying the mistake of altering and ignoring and instead accepting and loving them and that has been an end to my hair problems....

I decided to pay a little 'homage' to my hair. Here it is....

I combed carefully

my black shiny mane

clipping delicately

into a pony tail

strong and lustrous

it sways in breeze

I secretly enjoyed

on-lookers pleased

through 'thick' n 'thin'

of life and losses

in lover's tantrums

dominance of bosses

autumn and may

glum and glee

the black threads

have accompanied me

Sometimes entangled

Like my complex mind

Or rolled on fingers

when I have answers to find

'clutched' tightly

on busy days

hanging loosely

in starry solitude of nights

lying on my bosom

it knows me from within

my wishes and dreams

and things beneath the skin

It may not solve my troubles

or keep them at bay

but it sure mourns

till I push them away

Everyone deserves

a 'hairful' of love

a bond that's strengthened

by dearest 'Dove' :))

And quoting Khalil Gibran in the end - "Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair".

So open up and play along all you beautiful souls for the rhythmic rustling of winds is an ode to your hair :D

PS : I love 'french braid', One of the coolest hair style for all hair types even when you have a horribly bad hair day or pollution has messed up the shine. A french braid looks elegant and can never go out of fashion. try it!

This post has been written for DOVE and Indiblogger.

Know your hair and its needs via Dove hair-aware app.

I play with love !!

noreply@blogger.com (subtlescribbler) — Wed, 13 Jun 2012 08:13:00 +0000

Hide and seek. Seek and hide. A game that me and love have been playing right from the time I met it.

Some people count in 'love' as a game in itself but for me it has always been a fellow player.

A tough, ardent and possessive player.

Like most games that start from fun, frolic and tend to get dirty and intense, the players too somehow shift from being friendly to malignant. What began as a healthy competition turns into a cut-throat revenge.

Ours too has its highs and lows.

I do accept that I have been mostly on the 'hiding' side, trying my best to find a cave or curtain solitary enough to let love not find me.

Atleast not so easily.

Atleast not so quickly.

But as I said, the game gets uglier and love deceives me with his ways to catch hold of me, clutching tightly.

After all, when everything is fair for love, rules don't make much of a difference to..do they?

I dutifully accept my defeat and begin my search of 'him', the fellow player.

He is smart and his ways are unpredictable I tell u.

He hides so deep and deeper within that I am unable to track down even the shadow of it.

Days and months pass. I am able to search him not.

Neither can I give up, for its a game of life now.

And then , after million tries I finally decided to let go, to accept my defeat. I surrender finally.

Sit and reflect on my stupidity.

Promising to never play with it again. Never ever.

And suddenly, it emerges again persuading me for a new game, a new battle, a new hope- that I might win this time. Just this first and final time.

I seek again. I lose again.

but I play again.....Cunning love. Chimeric me.

The disability distress !!

noreply@blogger.com (subtlescribbler) — Sun, 10 Jun 2012 09:54:00 +0000

“Science may have found a cure for most evils, but it has found no remedy for worst of them all – the APATHY of human beings".– Helen Keller.

While reading this quote, I wondered what would have made a truly phenomenal lady say something like that?

And then Scott Hamilton’s word came to my mind that ‘the only disability in life is a bad attitude'.

Meaning, we humans who categorize the like of us on the basis of their different abilities as ‘DIS-abled’ are actually themselves disabled.

The world however, doesn’t work according to my whims and fancies and so a disability according to WHO is defined as,

“any restriction or lack (resulting from any impairment) of ability to perform an activity in the manner or within the range considered normal for a human being”

Going by the cited definition, our country has around 60-70 million population disabled people. In other words, 6% of our population belongs to a category which has been in a way or the other been either completely neglected or left to the clutches of mockery and disdain.

The government introduced the integrated education for disabled children (IEDC) in 1974. And the right to education for all children between 6-14 years includes the children with special needs too.

But merely making policies and implementing them are two roads apart. Neither the government nor the schools have taken any measures to incorporate these children and entitle them a brighter future that they deserve.

The result– out of 60-70 million only 2% are educated.

'The Persons with Disabilities (Equal Opportunities, Protection of Rights and Full Participation) Act, 1995' was passed by the Indian Parliament in December of 1995.

The law clearly states that at least 5% of the work force both in public and private sector should employ people with disability.

But, in spite of the fact that many disabled are capable of doing productive work the situation is rather grim.

Percentage of disabled employees in the respondent companies: 0.40%
Percentage of employees with disabilities in the Public Sector: 0.54%
Percentage of employees with disabilities in the Private Sector: 0.28%
Percentage of employees with disabilities in the Multinationals: 0.05%
Out of the 70 respondent companies, 20 companies did not employ any disabled person at all
Out of the 70 respondent companies, only 10 were found to have 1% or above disabled employees.

the result - out of the 60-70 million only 0.1% manage to get employed.

These and many more shocking figures make us believe that why are we dragging these people as well as our country to dungeons of poverty and backwardness?

Why can’t the country provide a respectable life, proper education, employment and equal opportunities to a population which comprises of 6-7% of its people?

Why do we see these people as an object of pity and worthy only of relying on our charity?

Many of them are equally or even more capable than us. With little support (not necessarily physical but moral) they can work to lessen our burden and contribute greatly to the economic growth of a developing country like ours.

What we need to understand:

The most basic need of the hour is to stop seeing them as someone who deserves our pity or money. They definitely are worth more.
A disability of any kind is a disease and no borne out to make us ‘repent for our past life sins’ etc.
Understand that disability is a very broad term – Mental, physical, other impairments are all poles apart each other and so the needs and opportunities for a person of mental disability have a stark contrast with those of a physically disabled.
Education is important for ALL.
A majority of them can live a normal life without any support and can work efficiently.
Regarding the employment, various studies have shown the persons with disabilities are more likely to be regular at work and perform better than persons without any visible disability can.

And most importantly, we need to cleanse ourselves of the ‘spiritual disability’ prior to making judgments and forming convictions.

(stats taken from the world wide web).

PS : There are many NGO's and individuals who work to provide employment to people with disability.

INABILITY 2 ENABILITY is one of them. Kindly 'like' the FB page to join in and spread the word around. Your suggestions/inputs will be heartily welcomed :) Thank you.

uff ye shaadi ;(

noreply@blogger.com (subtlescribbler) — Fri, 01 Jun 2012 16:07:00 +0000

In our country, as soon as a girl bids farewell to her teenage she inadvertently welcomes a huge trouble for herself. A problem that will change her life for the ~~better~~, no ~~bitter~~.OK! I am not very sure for what!

Yes, you prompted it correct in your mind ( so no prizes for guessing) - She has unwilling/unfortunately/unconsciously been transformed into a 'potential marriage material'.

From distant relatives to D-block wali Dadi (assuming you reside in say,Z-block) every one's prime concern seems to be your doli ka uthna or mandap ka sajna!

And its your own 'mother' who has been constructing the tallest dreams. Taller than Burj Khalifa in Dubai!

But the trouble arises when she starts realizing that her dreams so tall, are made of trump cards ready to not just be blown but put on fire by her very own 'aaj kal ke zamaane ki beti'.

She can apply nail polish with newton's accuracy at mechanics but breaking an egg gives her jitters.

Her mascara never dares to smudge off but her cupboard is a mess. The skirts shiver to touch her knees and cell-phone is her soul-mate. She has neither seen the face of the kitchen nor the morning sun!

But mom ain't any gullible creature so that's when she decides to grab her most tried and tested tool. NO! its not the chimta (tongs) or karchul( ladle) anymore. C'mon they are so passe ( I doubt if they even exist in kitchen now a days). Its the 'verbal bullets' humbly known as 'taane'.

"sasurral mein jaake mobile hi chalana"

"saas aag laga degi inn skirts ko"

'tumhari shakal dekh kar pati ka peit nahi bhar jaega"

ye make-up thop lene se zindagi nahi kat ti"

Now, excuse me for the lack of space (and what fun in repeating things which you yourself hear almost everyday ;) )

So what I wonder is how can our beloved mothers predict such a grievous future of ours?

And Since they have already forecasted it how do they expect us to become a perfect 'marriage material' after listening to such horrifying stories?

Had they narrated us the 'Cindrella and snow white' tales they did when we are kids we might as well have tried to co-operate in their scheme of plans. Don't they remember how eagerly we wanted to get married then?

But the situation seems more 'real' now. And I ought to be petrified!

So your Burj Dubai dreams need to be seriously tackled mom. Where is the matchbox I ask?!

Homoeopathy - Lets dwell deeper!

noreply@blogger.com (subtlescribbler) — Thu, 24 May 2012 11:49:00 +0000

Sir William Ostler (Father of Modern Medicine) has said -

"No individual has done more good to the medical profession than Samuel Hahnemann (the father of Homeopathy)".

Homoeopathy has been derived from a Greek word 'homeos' meaning similar ( not same) and 'pathos' meaning suffering. So, it is basically treatment on the principle of 'like cures like'.

The root of this principle dates back to Vedic literature and writings of Hippocrates ( who is the father of medicine).

But, it was after many years that Samuel Hanhemann, a German physician while translating a book called 'Cullen's Materia Medica' discovered its efficacy.

Hanhemann read in the Materia Medica that 'cinchona bark could cure intermittent (malaria- like) fevers'. This particular sentence did not convince him much and he did something extraordinary. He took the extract of the medicine himself as a part of experimentation! And to his surprise, within a few days he developed malaria-like symptoms.

This experiment of Hanhemann lead to the birth of homoeopathy. He realized that the same cinchona bark which caused symptoms of malaria in a healthy human ( himself) was responsible for curing it too.

So the popular believes that many people have today that Homoepathy is nothing but a 'magic potion' of sweet pills and stands on 'no scientific principle' is completely wrong.

Time and again when human provings of over 2000 homoeopathic drugs are carried out results are observed and registered.

All over the world, homeopathic clinics and hospitals are curing all kinds of cases. From a simple fever to complex diseases. I do not debate on the fact that homoepathy is the 'quickest' remedy or has 'cure for everything' on earth. That is NOT true. Like any other medical science it too has its limitations and short-comings.

But if prescribed correctly and taken with faith and correct guidance Homoeopathy DOES POSSESS THE POWER TO CURE, by cure I mean ACTUAL CURE and not simply SUPPRESSING A COMPLAINT TO SEE IT RETURNING BACK after a week, a month or an year.

For all those, still in doubt I advice you to - TRY IT ONCE :)


Samuel Hahnemann Memorial at Scott Circle in Washington, D.C. The memorial is listed on the National Register of Historic Places.

PS : You can read the introductory post HERE .

HOMOEOPATHY

noreply@blogger.com (subtlescribbler) — Mon, 21 May 2012 10:11:00 +0000

Being a BHMS student, the course of usual conversation with relatives, acquaintances and at times random strangers is some what like this :

They – What are you doing?

ME – BHMS

They – BHMS? Now whats that?

Me – Its bachelor of homoeopathic medicine and surgery

They – (utterly astonished) homoeopathy? ( As if I told them I sold fruits in the nearest market)

Why did u choose homoeopathy? :-/

Will you be even recognized as a doctor? What is the duration of the course, 2 yrs? (Did I even answer that?)

Why didn’t you opt for Dental or Ayurveda instead? (Like it would have made any difference to their life!)

And an endless string of (pointless) questions bombard on me till the topic of our conversation somehow feels guilty of its birth and attempts suicide or is lets say, murdered!

What surprises me is when these so- called well wishers of mine don’t even know what BHMS stands for, the duration of the course ( leave aside the amount of hard work a qualified homoeopath puts in), nearly half of them have never tried a single homoeopathic remedy. Who on earth gave them the right to demoralize or look down upon the system I proudly plan to practice?

Their 'sympathetic minds' are too stubborn to accept that homeopathy is much more that 'peddling white pills' and false claims like there exists no scientific proof of this system of medicine is totally baseless.

I wish I could explain their 'reason gifted' minds that the white pills are simply a medium to carry the medicine which is usually a liquid proved on healthy humans, and not just once but the efficacy of it has been established by proving it a dozens of times. Making homeopathy a science so unique and advanced.

Also bring to their knowledge that a 200 year old system couldn’t have survived so long simply on sugar pills. What homoeopathy talked of 200 years ago, the modern medical science struggles to prove today.

From nanotechnology to molecular injections, we are coming to the era of micro dilutions which is precisely the underlying idea of homoeopathy.

As Arthur Schopenhauer has said:

"All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident".

Its been aeon's that homeopathy has continued to be ridiculed and violently opposed. But we hope that now is the time. Until then homeopaths all over the world would continue to heal and cure.

After all ‘The physician’s high and only mission is to restore the sick to health, to cure, as it is termed’. (aphorism 1- Book of Organon, written by Dr. Samuel Hanhemann, founder of homoeopathy) .

PS : This article has originally been written by me for my college magazine.
PPS: This is also the 1st post of the series I will be writing on my blog to create awareness about HOMOEOPATHY for the 'ignorants and freelancer conjectures' !!
your support will be highly appreciated and your queries are welcomed :)

Read more - HERE

...the last gasp...

noreply@blogger.com (subtlescribbler) — Fri, 18 May 2012 10:09:00 +0000

Endless steps

I climb

darker dungeons

breathlessness

the last gasp...

O where did I leave

my own self

amidst uncertain

promises

the last gasp...

In the flowing river

I crawl helplessly

up and down

to reach no where

the last gasp...

Crumbled dreams

in a wounded box

rip it apart

let me escape

the last gasp...

Royal curtains

beaded and stoned

aren't pretty anymore

tear them apart

the last gasp...

Blood rushes

in and out

profuse and red

momentary respite

the last gasp...

Silence murdered

the soul inside

a gush of air

and it all ends

the last gasp....

Its fun connecting and sharing !!

noreply@blogger.com (subtlescribbler) — Sat, 12 May 2012 15:26:00 +0000

School had just ended and a series of pre-medical tests had transformed me more into a patient than a medical aspirant. I felt absolutely sleep and fun deprived. Fun to me is defined most perfectly by two words - 'connecting' and 'sharing'.

Fortunately appearing for 12th boards had brought me a sure-shot ticket to own a brand new and expensive phone.

In India, one is somehow considered an adult once he/she manages to break through the clutches of school and its only then that you are approved to own a phone worth showing off. never mind, if 19 is naughty ;)

So, like a vigilant citizen I availed the benefits of my ticket at the earliest and a week later,the not-so stylish girl was the owner of a stylish and a smart phone.

Another week later, the phone appeared to me as an year old bride, charmless and unproductive.

Reason : It lacked the fun element. There was no net like a bride who had forgotten to get dressed in red.

2 years later ( I fast forwarded it to the present, lest you be bored to death)

Vodafone arrived to paint the town red! With a speed to thrill, the bride in red was ready to kill !!

And like I had said, fun is all about being able to 'connect' and 'share'. The unpredictable and delightful fun is at my finger clicks!

I see my mom and grand mom sit in total awe while I demonstrate them the various attributes of net. From watching TV soaps to net shopping sarees, they find the plethora of applications so hard to gulp in.

once when I managed to locate my grandmother's long lost cousin on FB, her happiness knew no bound. Dadi's (grandmother) tales of nostalgia then lasted for about 5 hours, that was pure joy indeed!

Fun is when I can watch the yesteryear's cartoon shows that are not aired on TV anymore. Be it duck tales or adventures of Ali baba, its utter bliss to re-live the childhood again.

Once a group of my friends planned a gathering to enjoy the latest movie. I somehow managed to be on time that day and while the rest of the folks were still about to arrive, I put up my favorite cartoon.

An hour later, the movie bash had been transformed into the 'cartoon bash'. There were endless laughter roars, tons of nostalgia and all of us returned home refreshed. All thanks to the mobile net!

Its fun when Google does me researches for me, while I lazily sip coffee on a sunny Sunday afternoon.

Its fun when the wait for the bus is no more tiring and endless, thanks to the unlimited books, games, movies and music.

Its fun when you witness 50 astonishing faces including the lecturer himself coz you happened to answer a complicated problem within minutes while the rest of the class notes it down as 'home-work'.

Its fun being able to locate hundreds of constellations while night-sky gazing coz you have the map on your screen. With each finding I feel, I just reached sky-high.

Its fun managing to find the most 'easiest and quickest' recipe to bake a chocolate cake and mesmerizing your loved ones with the tempting delight.

Last year on my parents 25th anniversary I decided to bake a special cake. with no option in hand I thought of giving Google search a chance and boy! was I surprised? there were some 26,500,000 results all in 0.43sec.! And the best part, the cake turned out to be the show stealer. The special smile on their face and I jumped to cloud 9 :)

Internet is fun on Vodafone night and day, coz the bride ain't charmless and unproductive anymore, its sexy in red and hereby demanded to stay:D

This entry has been written for Vodafone's- Internet is fun on mobile contest conducted by Indiblogger.

No 'contacts' pleaseee !!

noreply@blogger.com (subtlescribbler) — Mon, 07 May 2012 11:16:00 +0000

Disclaimer : A mindless post. You might end up feeling exasperated. So read at your own risk ;)

The day I bought my very first pair of contact lenses on the occasion of my cousins marriage, I felt no less than a Cinderella who has just been dressed up for the grand party by the plump fairy (read ophthalmologist, who was equally plump) !

Having been wearing spectacles from the age of 11, contact lenses did come as a breeze of cool wind in the month of may.

Back home, I 'throned' the box with utmost care in the drawer and waited for the day as much as the bride herself.

Finally, on the day of marriage, I sat eyeing the mirror with my hands clean, nails cut ( like an obedient toddler on the first day as school) and opening my eyes wide began inserting the concave transparent thing.

But contact lenses aren't that friendly and humble creatures you see.They are stubborn. Very stubborn. In fact calling then merely stubborn will be an understatement. They are unfriendly, irritating, extremely moody and green eyed like your cunning classmate at college.

Once, twice, thrice, I tried and toiled with all my will to make peace only to find myself failing each time, with my eyes watering even more profusely and Alas! like a loose cannon it fell down only to be gobbled up by the white marble floor.

An hour later, I was at the marriage ceremony looking almost a mess and of course with my dear spectacles accompanying me.

That was when I swore never to get into the Cinderella avatar again.

School ended and college began. And in spite of being in a medical college, it was rather astonishing to see absolutely no one wearing the glasses.

But peer pressure got the better of me and here I was again sitting and struggling with this moody irritating fellow ( After all promises and resolutions are meant to be broken).

Even today, we have after days of bitter fights and then spectacles come to my rescue.

But with practice and patience, I have learned the art of keeping my chin up and tackle the transparent chap with all my tact.

That's what life is all about, after all. isn't it?

My wonderland :)

noreply@blogger.com (subtlescribbler) — Sat, 05 May 2012 17:14:00 +0000

My dear readers - From now on I will try and be more regular and loyal to blogging .Got to read many of you and write a lot of good stuff too, so stay connected! :D

And now, beginning on a 'love note'

You and I

miles apart

so close still

its a wonderland

our worlds so aloof

parallel paths

somehow merge in one

its a wonderland

our eyes never meet

yet the same moon

shines on us both

its a wonderland

no beary hugs

still the divine light

en-wraps us tight

its a wonderland

we live by faith

not by sight

bridging through insight

its a wonderland

not stolen kisses

but the sweet nothings

tie us till eternity

its a wonderland

I know not his touch

he is unaware of my gaze

but ubiquitous is love

its a wonderland

so far and far

each little moment

a blissful delight

its a wonderland

unrevealed is his scent

veiled is my beauty

so strongly tangible still

its a wonderland

neither flowers nor rings

the words are our gift

to make the heart ecstatic

its a wonderland

stars testify our bond

imaginary yet so real

not a fairy's world

its a GIRL'S wonderland !

Snow

noreply@blogger.com (subtlescribbler) — Fri, 13 Apr 2012 16:07:00 +0000

Late in the evening

snow begins to fall

little insignificant flakes

drapes mountains and homes

lush, pure and calm

like a sea painted white

serene as it flutters

gentle as in sways

In a valley exists a town

a little unheard one

with a dim lit cottage

wildflowers and soft grasses

amidst the mountain range

sits a girl besides the window pane

snow ruffles her dreams

that's her belief

in the loneliness of nights

snow flickers like hope

delighting her yearnings

sharing lost dreams

the silence of snow

talks of untold desires

on petite white flakes

swings endless mysteries.

Each one, Teach one!

noreply@blogger.com (subtlescribbler) — Fri, 16 Mar 2012 16:43:00 +0000

We live in a world that's constantly changing - accepting and rejecting, building and destructing ,creating and re-creating! Yet not all changes are beneficial. What we need is a 'positive alteration' to make our world a better place and undoubtedly education exists as the most powerful tool for bringing about this requisite 'positive change' within and around us.

Education is the backbone of a well co-ordinated and smoothly functioning society.

A society cannot stand powerful until and unless its people are not aware of their duties, rights and responsibilities and will collapse sooner or later. Sooner perhaps than later.

So, by simply logic we can conclude that a major share of our everyday problems breach out because of lack of education. And by education , I mean learning in its true 'pragmatic' form and not just what our Institutions boast to impart.

From violence against women to road rage, from public hygiene to child abuse, from corruption to horrendous crimes- the real parasite is 'illiteracy'. those vacant, ignorant and unintelligent minds that have been let loose to wander. Ann Radcliffe says,

"A well-informed mind is the best security against the contagion of folly and of vice. The vacant mind is ever on the watch for relief, and ready to plunge into error, to escape from the languor of idleness".

Last week, while strolling in a mall with my 8 year old brother, I suddenly looked behind to find him running towards the litter Bin. As I stood there to understand what exactly was he up to,I realized he had actually ran to throw an ice- cream wrapper lying on the floor.
That's when I envisioned the real role those colourful EVS books have - sensitizing the young minds towards their environment to make them turn into responsible and vigilant citizens of the country.

"The foundation of every state is the education of its youth". - Diogenes Laertius

So,instead of cribbing and complaining why not become a tool to weed out the diseases of a vacant mind?
Look around in your locality or even our own homes and educate to bring about a change.
By education I don't mean the books or the languages. By education I mean the real purpose of learning.

As B.F. Skinner puts it,


"Education is what survives when what has been learned has been forgotten".

Telling the maid why she should send her daughter to school is education.
letting the rag- picker understand how plastic harms the environment is education.
Teaching a little girl about her sanitation and safety is education.
Informing the auto-rickshaw driver the advantages of saving fuel is also education.

Let each one of us, teach one of us. That's the change I want, Education for all.

Each one, teach one

your maids daughter

or neighbours son

use your knowledge

to awaken the minds

let it not fade away

raise your voice

not to complain

but to shackle the faults

let your words travel

deep and ringing

in the minds of wrongdoers

you have the power

for a word taught

is a crime curbed

play it wise

and break the stereotypes

you have the strength

remember 'KNOWLEDGE IS POWER' !

This post has been written for Indiblogger's 'Time to change' contest conducted by Stayfree..

What is your idea of change? Do let me know :) And you can promote my post HERE..

Glassy-ing style !!

noreply@blogger.com (subtlescribbler) — Sat, 03 Mar 2012 12:05:00 +0000

Not only AJ'S 'jolie-ing' is a trend setter, her aviator sunglasses definitely cant be ignored!

Although aping the models and actresses has never been a priority, my fetish for sunglasses can even give our beloved Angelina a tough competition ;)

Needless to say then, Blogadda's 'my sunglasses, my style' competition is as irresistible to me as a fresh strawberry cake!

I totally enjoyed the try on feature and laid my hands on almost all the glasses from D&G to Ray Ban.

and believe me when i say that the hardest job was to pick out 'only' two out of the awesome range and shades.

I finally managed to content myself on these :

BVLGARI BV 8080

This was like 'love at first sight'! The thick frame with a tinge of pink shade can according to me not just beat the heat but also send across the coolest killing looks ;)

Well, Pink is a colour that can never run out in a girls wardrobe. So matching and teaming it up is the last thing you will fret about.

Also, contrasting it with a purple or a navy blue dress can make others go 'pink' with envy :p

The second one was difficult to choose, as Ray ban has been my love since time immemorial but its today I realized that D&G's range suits my face and complexion better.

So at- least after 10 alternate try-up , I finalized this :

DOLCE&GABBANA DG 4074

Black is beauty! I swear on the fact that the 'safest and smartest' bet when it comes to clothes or accessories is BLACK !!

The size is just right, and with a black D&G ,I doubt one needs to flaunt anything else. Isn't it?

As for 'the look', well I present to you 3- cool looks this summer:

1) Tie a scarf around (bunny ear or turtle loop) and slip in the sunglasses onto your neck scarf.

A head turner!

2) Don't Bag it up - instead 'slinging' it on table is a cooler option;)

OK! don't take the 'sling' thing seriously or you might end up loosing your glasses!

3) We all love 'on the head' look!

Above all, just keep it confident and simple and don't forget to remove the price tag :P

Go! beat the heat!

This entry is a part of the contest at BlogAdda brought to you by GKB Optical.

Ice.

noreply@blogger.com (subtlescribbler) — Thu, 01 Mar 2012 15:24:00 +0000

I have reached a state
when desires seem to melt away.

When the flame of reality is so powerful
all illusions seem to retreat.

When the sting of past pains is so strong
expectations seem to comatose.

Life is still - hushed by nothing, spirited by none

No passions to overrule, no desires to out rule.

The silence is so loud
neither clock ticks, nor the heart beats.

There is nothing to lose and I am winning nothing.

For victory and defeat aren't game enough for such tranquility.

The wheel of time turns not, no breeze blows, waves seize to touch the shore.

Sorrows of past affect me not and future holds no promises for me.

No evil spirits or Angels guard me.
I have neither friends nor foes.

There are only mirrors, those endless reflecting surfaces
whose ray pave their way to one place - Me

But, this is not an end...not even a beginning...

then what exactly is it?

5 - reasons why 'love is a WASTE of time' !!

noreply@blogger.com (subtlescribbler) — Thu, 09 Feb 2012 11:26:00 +0000

WARNING : This post has been written as a part of 'feeling good being single' and 'Enlightening the imbecile V-day lovers' brigade. Kindly put down your rosy hued glasses before proceeding. Thank you.

1) Love is Blind - This is an old adage. Obviously, you are not 'medically blind' and hence faking blindness would consume a lot of time. Imagine crossing the road with 'love blinded eyes' or performing your daily chores that way. Hard, isn't it?

2) Waste of money - It is a well known and accepted fact that nothing can burn bigger holes in the pocket than love. Now earning money requires patience, perseverance, perspiration and other P, Q,R ,S , Ts. Even A, B,Cs. but most importantly it requires 'Time'. whether you earn it the right way or left way err I mean wrong way. The need for time can't be denied. hence, waste of money = waste of time.

3) Love never dies - Usually things rot , iron rusts, seasons fade and we stomach certain painful feelings and morons in the hope that someday their absence would make the world a better place again.But, love is immortal according to popular beliefs. So once hitched, no 'bitches' or 'witches' can get you off it.
Did you say give it time? I'd say you are wasting your time.sigh.

4) Let the reason NOT be love - The love element relinquishes no movies/song/book. Most of them start with a jilt and end up in happily ever after scenario or at times vice versa.
Imagine, if all those lecherous/melancholic/soppy/fantasy scenes would be cropped or let me say 'expunged' (yeah, they deserve it!). A 3 hours movie would last for 3 min or maybe a few seconds?
And how about those 968 page book? of course, mills and boons will get extinct all together.
can you now calculate the time you are saving? good!

5) Ultimate troublemaker - complications, misunderstandings , maladjustments, jealousy, expectations come so handy with love. And since you are already blind, untangling the threads is quite a task. Decrypting those codes is deadly waste of time coz no matter how much you sharpen your troubleshooting skills, this maniac file cant be handled.

I hope it was convincing. Coz if this isn't I have another 10 reasons coming up on 'how love murders logic and wisdom' :P

Not a love story.

noreply@blogger.com (subtlescribbler) — Thu, 02 Feb 2012 16:33:00 +0000

He ditched me again today. This thought had always escorted itself with a wish. A wish of him abandoning me for ever. But maybe, infact most certainly playing with my feelings was his favourite game, a pass time and an addiction.

I sat on my terrace, watching the infinite sky yet my mind wandered in the vicinity.

'Hi baby! am back' he startled me with his usual tone and pecked my cheeks.

I managed a smile, a bitter one but he realized not. After all I was a mere play board for him.

'the sky looks so beautiful and you are equally gorgeous. So lets dance, c'mon give me your hand'

He notoriously offered his hand to me.

I sat still eyeing the floor as if ignorant to his deceptions and frauds.

The reality was that he couldn't understand what went within me.

Its indeed strange how love, which made you so strong once could turn into your biggest weakness.

And the pain which is suppose to make you weak can provide you strength to endure so much.

I gave him my hand - again.

There had been a time when his slight touch, even his gaze could set my heart racing and blood gushing.

Today, however in spite of us being so close I felt nothing. All emotions eluded me.

He started stroking my hair and gently whispered 'you are the most important part of my life'

I died a little more inside.

Its sad but like happiness, pain isn't infectious.

It never 'spreads out' rather 'seeps deep in' and kills you moment by moment. word by word.

We then sat like a perfect couple. 'baby I cant imagine my world without you'

He once again throw ed his friendly dice.

I died a little more inside.

People may wonder why I said nothing. Some of you may even verdict my act as naive or pity me but I choose to experience it and let the agony kill my love.

Coz harbouring mixed feelings is his trait.

For me its absolute - either perfect love or pure hatred.

Till then I choose to nurture hatred like I once intoxicated your love.

I choose to suffer in silence.

A letter to my Physiology book!

noreply@blogger.com (subtlescribbler) — Thu, 08 Dec 2011 07:14:00 +0000

Dear Physiology book,

Its exam time again and you of all people are in the most cheerful of spirits seeing me shower unadulterated attention on you. What care you of my 'necrotic' spirit? Unabashedly grinning and 'expanding' each day.

Now don't make that innocent face and blame anatomy for it, you are no less! An equal partner in crime, horrendously murdering my pink winter days with your glands and hormones. Were you so interested in copying (coz I know originality isn't your forte baby) who had stopped you from burrowing the lyrics of latest 'kolaveri di'? At least we poor student would have managed to pass in glee!

But no, you talkative fellow! Explaining every minute thing in such huge paras to give even Shakespeare a complex.

Had the poor fellow been alive, he would have definitely remarked on your actions like 'Bill Gates did on Steve job's'!

If anatomy is soporific, you are 'somnambolic' and those complicated diagrams send jitters to my nerves and muscles. I curiously wonder how can you boast of containing 'some 500 diagrams' when each of it depresses my heat beat to 60/min and BP to 90/70?

I can bet on my life that pathology got invented only after we students altered our 'own physiology' listening to your crap in exam time!

And your stubbornness, lord God! why do you bother if I let Vitamin. D cause Beri-Beri instead of Rickets? For God's sake its all 'unofficial' on paper work, don't mistake me as a qualified doctor yet!

I know you are a terribly frustrated, no -nonsense person like my own teachers but kindly don't take my mistakes to 'heart' and develop 'angina pectoris' on every single error of mine.

As the world would welcome the new year, I would sit in my room humming 'cardiovascular and central nervous' songs for you but let me tell you this wont last long. So better start packing your bags and accepting me as I accept you.

For this is an eye-for-eye thing, ruin my 'sensations and functions' and I will ruin yours!

And listen, don't forget to take Anatomy with you!

yours un- 'hormone'-iously

ME :-(

contour of memories

noreply@blogger.com (subtlescribbler) — Fri, 02 Dec 2011 18:25:00 +0000

An indistinct frame

follows me

although petite but

with an aura of authority

drawing a sharp notice

its clumsy and curious being

with an untimely arrival

like a wintry mist of familiarity

Carrying a heavy luggage

a bandwagon of emotions

throwing me in a dudgeon

deep, dark and silent

like splinters in hits

or a void of realizations

a 'breathing' bullet

piercing and lingering

a flight of retrospection

caged and restricted

it takes me to a place

so familiar yet so hostile

I have known it well

as a frequent visitor

who unlike my own shadow

walks besides me

Never will this image

leave me in solitude

in moments of serenity

it will hunt and haunt me

As time flows by

I am afraid that it shall rule

my forlorn nights

and long summer days

this contour of memories...

PS : I found this pic a little creepy and the ironical part is, although my poem endorses such an abstract idea, it somehow depicts it pretty well. Google, you intrigue me!

2 hours- I choose 'living' over 'winning'

noreply@blogger.com (subtlescribbler) — Sun, 13 Nov 2011 11:27:00 +0000

The very thought of procuring an extra two hours a day feels like a free dish on my platter or a prayer answered when you least expected it or maybe a surprise top -up recharge on my usually low on balance cell phone!

In a jiffy with an energy of a shooting star I found myself scribbling out various activities I'd do in those 'extra cheese' on my pizza hours :-D


Courtesy- Google image search

from Shopping to Sleeping

Cooking to Cleaning

Reading to Roaming

Phone calls to Friends...

my list en wrapped NOT just everything humanly possible but also wild fantasies like Time travel and Tolerating the neighborhood aunt's rants!

However, as soon as the initial excitement and euphoria subsided I realized that we have always heard people say ' this world's a playground' although the only sports I observe people 'playing' now a days is 'athletics' (it includes me as well) . Yes, running, jumping and throwing! Running endlessly, mindlessly and often aimlessly day after day for months and years to reach the end of an infinite path.

In this era of eternal rushing when 24 hours cease to suffice, what difference will two additional hours make? what I will end up doing is a little more of this endless running!

So I decided to pursue something beyond monotony of everyday - 'to slow down a bit'!
For its better to 'LIVE' than to 'WIN' this race of life!

To let that athlete in me experience a whiff of wind,

the green of tress and red of rose,

the sound of lub-dub when my heart beats and millions of such marvels which go unnoticed each day.

I decided

I will let people stand ahead of me in a queue,

wait patiently for the second bus and let an old lady take my seat in the first one instead.

I will let a fellow customer get her billing done first,

talk to that child with special needs on the bus stand for there is no rush to reach college ,

oil my mom's hair,

listen patiently to my grand mom's late night stories,

play with my younger brother for some minutes more,

chase the butterflies like in childhood days,
read even those 'longer than average' post on blogs,

water my plants more often,

relish even the second serving of my dessert,
sit beside the window with my huge coffee mug,

love myself more for proudly being me,

and just when those 120 minutes bid farewell-

thank Almighty for blessing my LONG day! :-)

courtesy- Google image search

This post has been written for 'SURF EXCEL MATIC #get smart' contest hosted by Indiblogger. You can fave it HERE.