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that count, It's the life in your years that matters ! ! "</b>Someone is Specialhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16271391140125090742noreply@blogger.comBlogger620125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48933466478809831.post-3284882792742745992024-01-22T08:00:00.001+05:302024-01-22T08:00:00.151+05:30This Week That Was - Love, Laughter, and Celebrations - Week 03, 2024<div style="font-family: Montserrat, Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;">
Greetings, dear readers! Buckle up for another delightful edition of "This Week That Was," where we unravel the tales of joy, love, and a sprinkle of professional triumphs. This week was nothing short of a rollercoaster of emotions, filled with quality family time and a sweet milestone celebration.
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<b>Temples, VR Chennai, and Celebrating Love</b>
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The week kicked off with a beautiful blend of spirituality and modernity. Visiting temples with the family brought a sense of tranquility and divine connection. The sacred vibes set the tone for a week filled with positivity.
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As a cherry on the cake, January 18 marked the celebration of love and togetherness—my 11th wedding anniversary. We decided to make it special by exploring VR Chennai, where we immersed ourselves in shopping, delightful cuisines, and the joy of being together. The malls echoed with laughter, and every moment was a cherished memory in the making.
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<b>Professional Triumphs</b>
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Amidst the whirlwind of personal celebrations, the professional front had its own share of triumphs. Despite the time constraints, a moment of joy brightened my workdays. I received fantastic feedback and a stellar rating for my recent endeavors. It's immensely gratifying when hard work is recognized and appreciated
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<b>A Plea for Comments: Let's Share the Joy</b>
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It's been a while since our blog echoed with the lively exchange of thoughts and experiences. Your comments are the heartbeat of this virtual space. Share your stories of love, celebrations, or professional highs that made your week special. Let's create a vibrant community where every voice adds a unique melody to our shared journey.
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The comment section eagerly awaits your thoughts! Let's make this space a hub of positivity and connection.
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Hello wonderful readers! Welcome back to Few Miles! It's time for another edition of "This Week That Was," where we unravel the vibrant tapestry of moments that made this week truly special. Join me on this journey as we explore the joyous celebrations of Pongal and the heartwarming milestones of Raashvi's 5th-month birthday.
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<b>Happy Pongal</b>
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In the spirit of Bhogi and Thai Pongal, our home radiated with the warmth of tradition and gratitude. Pongal, a multi-day Hindu harvest festival celebrated by Tamils, marks a time of abundance and thanks. Dedicated to Surya, the Sun God, Pongal corresponds to Makar Sankranti and is observed over three or four days.
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The festival unfolds with Bhogi, a day of cleansing and discarding the old to make way for the new. Surya Pongal follows, where we express gratitude for the bountiful harvest with a ritualistic preparation of the Pongal dish. Maatu Pongal celebrates the essential role of cattle in agriculture, and Kaanum Pongal concludes the festivities with family outings and reunions.
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இனிய பொங்கல் நல்வாழ்த்துக்கள்! (Iniya Pongal Nalvaazhthukkal) Wishing you all a Pongal filled with abundance, happiness, and the warmth of loved ones.
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<b>Raashvi's 5th Month: A Celebration of Milestones</b>
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Switching gears from tradition to adorable celebrations, Raashvi, our little bundle of joy, marked her 5th month in style. The highlight? Raashvi took center stage in her very own photoshoot, capturing the essence of her delightful journey.
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This month's milestone? Raashvi, ever the explorer, is now mastering the art of sitting up and attempting to feed herself. The giggles and gurgles filled the air as we watched our little one embrace new challenges with infectious enthusiasm.
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Curious to witness these heart-melting moments? Head over to our YouTube channel, where Raashvi's 5th-month celebration video is already garnering delightful views. Your love and support mean the world to us!
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<b>A Plea for Comments: Let's Connect</b>
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It's been a while since our blog felt the warmth of your comments. Your thoughts, wishes, and anecdotes add a beautiful layer to our virtual community. As we navigate the sea of stories and celebrations, take a moment to share your thoughts. What traditions mark your celebrations? Any baby milestones that resonate with Raashvi's journey? Let's make this space a vibrant exchange of experiences.
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Hey everyone! Welcome back to Few Miles! I am planning to restart "This Week That Was," again. This is where I share bits and pieces that made my week uniquely special. Buckle up for a roller coaster of family adventures, professional insights, and the excitement of what lies ahead..
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<b>Family Chronicles: Home Alone (Almost)</b>
The biggest twist in our family saga this week was the pilgrimage trip undertaken by my parents. This left the home front with just the Fantastic Four—my wife, two kids, and yours truly. With a strategic time-off from work, I transformed into Mr. Mom, taking charge of the household with gusto. From idly-dosa breakfasts to impromptu living room dance parties, (obviously some reels shot as well) we turned the daily routine into a delightful adventure.
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While the kids were on a quest to discover the ultimate pillow fort design, I became the reigning champion of bedtime storytelling. The house echoed with laughter, occasional chaos, and the sweet symphony of family togetherness. And guess what? We survived, and more importantly, we thrived!
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<b>Work Chronicles: Awaiting New Horizons</b>
On the professional front, the week was a simmering cauldron of anticipation. Exciting news is on the horizon, with the promise of a significant lift in my role at work. The prospect of new challenges and responsibilities has my excitement levels through the roof. As the week unfolded, I found myself daydreaming about the possibilities and mentally gearing up for the journey ahead.
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<b>Diving into GenAI and the Art of Influence</b>
Amidst the family escapades and professional musings, I dedicated a chunk of my time to self-improvement. Specifically, I delved into the fascinating world of Generative AI (GenAI) and explored ways to enhance my skills in the art of influence. Learning about the potential applications of GenAI and understanding the nuances of persuasion proved to be both enlightening and intellectually stimulating. It's incredible how a bit of knowledge can open up new vistas of creativity and strategic thinking.
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<b>Looking Ahead: Gratitude and Excitement</b>
As the week draws to a close, I find myself in a reflective mood. Gratitude fills my heart for the precious moments shared with my family, the supportive environment at work, and the opportunity to expand my knowledge. Life is a mosaic of experiences, and this week added vibrant strokes to the canvas.
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With the anticipation of what's to come professionally adds an extra skip to my step. With renewed energy and a heart brimming with gratitude, I welcome the weekend and the promise of new adventures.
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As the curtains fall on 2023, I find myself immersed in reflection, cherishing the myriad experiences that have shaped this year—both on a personal and professional level. Join me on this journey of gratitude, growth, and the aspirations that pave the way for the coming year.
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<b>Family Chronicles: Welcoming a New Blessing</b>
The highlight of 2023 undoubtedly lies in the addition of a new member to our family—a beautiful baby girl born in July. Despite the miles traveled for prayers at our Family God and Native Temple, these moments brought us closer, enriching the tapestry of our familial bonds. Our attempt at sharing our family narrative through the YouTube channel "Nalkudil" marked a new beginning, though personal priorities restricted our contributions. Nevertheless, the year has been a tapestry woven with threads of love and connection.
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<b>Professional Symphony: Navigating the Digital Landscape</b>
In the professional arena, the year unfolded with exciting prospects in the dynamic realm of the digital workplace. As a senior business development manager, I have been steering the ship of a transformative Generative AI-based experience project. The successful completion of GenAI for Project Managers and earning the title of a Certified ChatGPT Expert through courses from PMI and BlockChain Council further underscored the strides made in 2023. Workwise, it has been a year marked by achievements, growth, and resilience.
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<b>Passion Projects: A Pause in the Narrative</b>
Regrettably, the pages of my passion projects, including the creation of literary works and the curation of YouTube content, saw fewer updates this year. While the plots for "Coffee Date 3 and 4" remain ready, the ticking clock and pressing responsibilities hindered their completion. However, with a hopeful heart, I look forward to reigniting the spark of creativity in the canvas of 2024.
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<b>Looking Ahead: Navigating New Horizons</b>
Peering into the horizon of 2024, my goals include ascending to a higher rank in the professional arena, allocating precious moments to my children, and breathing new life into my YouTube channels, "Nalkudil" and "Best O Best." Additionally, I embark on a journey of self-love, with a commitment to elevating my fitness levels and managing anger more effectively.
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<div style="font-family:'Special Elite'; font-size: 20pt; color:#e06666; text-align: justify;">In essence, 2023 has been a chapter of growth, familial bliss, and professional triumphs. I extend my heartfelt gratitude to the unwavering support of family, colleagues, and friends. Here's to a New Year filled with fresh opportunities, renewed inspiration, and the continued pursuit of dreams.
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Wishing you all a joyous New Year ahead!
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raise from the ashes
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</div></div>Someone is Specialhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16271391140125090742noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48933466478809831.post-62388164007632236792020-07-19T21:09:00.000+05:302023-05-30T18:59:22.148+05:30Love In The Time Of Virus: The Lockdown And Thereafter<div style="font-family:'Special Elite';font-size:16pt;text-align:justify"><div style="border:dashed 2px red;padding:5px;text-align:justify">Love In The Time Of Virus: The Lockdown And Thereafter is the sequel to the recently published book, <a href="http://bit.ly/1stCallSarav" target="_blank" rel="noopener">The First Call: Love In The Time Of Virus</a>. If you enjoy reading the long story, I sincerely recommend you to give the book a read!</div><p></p><div style="border:dashed 2px red;padding:5px;text-align:justify">This post has been published by me as a part of <b>Blog-a-Ton 59</b>; the fifty-ninth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. In association with <a href="https://indicreator.com">IndiCreator. For Creators. By Creators.</a>. Share Your #LockdownTales at indicreator.com</div><br></div><h1 class="wp-block-heading">Prologue</h1><div style="font-family:'Special Elite';font-size:16pt;text-align:justify"><em>On a summer evening in 2022.</em><br><br>Leela read the first draft of the eBook – The First Call: Love In The Time Of Virus. She held her baby bump, while rising up from the chair. She looked around for Ram and she called out his name… “Ram… Ram…”<br><br>Ram came out of the kitchen with two cups of coffee. He placed the coffee cups on the table, sat on the sofa laid in the living room and helped Leela sit next to him. Though he appeared calm, his heart beat faster than usual, “So… how’s it? Do you like the story? Did it capture the feelings?” <br><br>On any day Leela could read him like a book. She understood his curiosity. “Are you seriously a one-woman man?”<br><br>“Hmm” Ram smiled.<br><br>“At times these blank smiles say a lot of words.” This time, Leela said the exact same words Cathy said a couple of years ago. “I am in love with this story. I can feel my presence in the story, so I am sure you did justice to each of the characters.”<br><br>“Are you in touch with Cathy?” This time Leela did not have any eye-contact, and before he could answer, she showed a photograph uploaded to a popular social media platform. The ever-smiling Cathy with her son… probably the baby is a year old. “Looks like she has adopted the baby of a virus victim.”<br><br>For a moment Ram was lost in his thoughts. Leela called his name again. “No, it’s been more than 18 months.” Ram looked at the photograph closely, “She and her baby, look awesome together.”<br><br>“I agree. I have a huge liking for Cathy and now, I respect her more.” Leela showed her excitement for the first time after reading the story. “By the way sub-title says… Love in the time of Virus. And you just wrote a couple of paragraphs about the pandemic situation.”<br><br>“Well, people have read more about the pandemic situation and lockdown in news articles, blogs, and on social media platforms. They are well aware of it. And as my sub-title says- love in the time of virus. The story is about love… that too without any communication between the two… Ram and Leela. The purest form of love. And…” Ram paused for a brief moment, took a deep breath, before justifying his views. “There is a fine line between trust, love and need. One can understand the actual meaning only if you know how to read between the lines. The First Call post the pandemic situation is for the love. And it is about our sweet love.”<br><br>“And to those who cannot read between the lines, will you be writing another Coffee Read? Please don’t say… ‘Not this time’.” Leela carefully placed her words.<br><br>“<strong>It’ll be a blog post for Blog-a-Ton.</strong>” Ram smiled. <br><br>The baby kicked her bump. “Looks like he is hungry.” Ram and Leela sipped the coffee with biscuits. They looked much like a perfect couple like that you see in the movies.<br><br>Ram penned the blog post under the title, “<strong>Love In The Time Of Virus: The Lockdown And Thereafter</strong>”.<br><br></div><h1 class="wp-block-heading">Lockdown</h1><div style="font-family:'Special Elite';font-size:16pt;text-align:justify"><em>April 2020</em><br><br>The World Health Organization declares the tragic 2020 Corona outbreak a global pandemic. The virus has rapidly spread to all 195 countries of the world. In the past two weeks, the number of cases has increased thirteen-fold affecting 1/3rd of the global population. The number of deaths increases by the hour, toppling this 1/3rd with at least 40% deaths across the world, making it the worst epidemic the world has seen. At the moment, with no vaccines in place for the new virus, in the days and weeks ahead, WHO expects to see the number of cases, as well as the number of deaths to only go up.<br><br>‘Wake up. Get ready’, ‘Stay at home’, ‘Self-isolate. Prevent the spread.’ Is what they stress on during the press release.<br><br>The world has never faced such a scenario before…. Ram switched off the television out of frustration. He always wanted the situation to get better and stable, but that’s not the case in reality. It’s been almost thirty days since he had shifted to a flat share, with a few of his colleagues, so that they could work-from-home. Ram was depressed, despite living with his colleagues in the co-ed flat share in London and working as a team. <br><br>His mobile phone rang. It was a video call from a special person and uplifted his mood definitely.<br><br>“Hello! How are you, my love?” Ram spoke in an excited tone.<br><br>The phone displayed the ceiling fan. “Hold on for a minute, Ram” A voice was heard feebly. Leela switched on the focus light and sat beneath it. She held the phone at a distance, bringing her face into focus. In the bright light, her beaming face was radiant. A sharp nose complimented her heart-shaped face and peacock-eyes. A mole on the upper right side of her rosebud lips grabbed everyone’s attention. The thick wavy black hair complemented her beautiful face. She was considered tall at 5’6”, and the perfect curves made her a very attractive woman for any roving eye. She wore a gorgeous peacock-blue sari paired with a set of golden bangles on the right hand, and the watch Ram gifted on her birthday two years ago, on the left. Her stone studded neckpiece was the highlight. She looked angelic.<br><br>“You look….” Ram paused, looked into her eyes deeply in love and said, “very cute and gorgeous, darling.”<br><br>She smiled. It was more of a blush. He asked, “What’s special?” and after a pause he added, “I am so happy to see you in a sari.”<br><br>She blushed even more. “Karna uncle and his family came home this morning to discuss about the wedding.”<br><br>Ram spoke in a hasty tone, “In this lockdown?” He paused, trying to calm down. He asked, “Anyway, Karna uncle lives next door to you. I don’t see any reason for his rush. And what did you say?! Who is getting married? Why are you dressed up like a bride?” And a thousand more questions.<br><br>“Because I am the bride!” Leela spoke wistfully. “I want you to be the first one… the special one to see me dressed in this sari.” <br><br>A voice from outside the room called her name loudly, more than a couple of times. The voice belonged to her mom. Suddenly, the call the call got disconnected. Ram’s Wi-Fi also got cut off and his mobile phone signal dropped to zero. Lights flickered before giving up. It was a power and signal outage.<br><br>He called out loudly, “Cathy”.<br><br></div><h1 class="wp-block-heading">Cathy</h1><div style="font-family:'Special Elite';font-size:16pt;text-align:justify">Cathy, his colleague, and now, flatmate and roommate, walked into the room. She wore a pair of cotton-blend shorts with an elasticated waist, revealing her long smooth legs, and a wide top with dropped shoulders, long sleeves and a drawstring at the hem; they look quite good on her. And her nick-name was “Hotcake”.<br><br>“Was that you?” Ram looked at her angrily.<br><br>“Not this time.” Cathy, responded, as usual with her punch line.<br><br>“Can I use your phone for a minute?” Ram asked her without any second thoughts. <br><br>“I thought you’d apologise.” Cathy promptly sat down on his lap, “Anyway… the phone signal is down, and so is the power.” She glanced up into eyes that gave every indication he could read her mind, “That’s true… it was human-beings all these days and now even worse, everything is down: power, mobile phone, radio and what not!”<br><br>“What about the wired telephone?” Ram shot the next question.<br><br>“I don’t remember seeing one in this house.” Cathy answered bluntly.<br><br>“Even the walkie-talkie is not functioning anymore.” Mike said standing at the door.<br><br>“Under lockdown with all modes of communications disabled!” Gary grumpily added to Mike’s statement.<br><br>Ramya came running to the living room, “We do not have to work anymore.”<br><br>“No work. No money.” Cathy responded drolly.<br><br>“Hey hotcake… do you mind getting up from his lap.” Ramya tapped on Cathy’s back.<br><br>“This could be momentary” Ram voiced his opinion on the disabled technology, not paying heed to Ramya and Cathy.<br><br>“Or this could be the end to digital life and together with the virus, which is already a global pandemic, could erase the human race on earth.” Cathy glimpsed up at Ram’s face.<br><br>“Why are you looking at me?” Ram demanded answer.<br><br>“Why not make love before we too succumb to virus?” Cathy carefully placed her words before adding salt to the injury, “Leela will get married to Darshan anyways.”<br><br>Furious Ram pushed her down. “I do and will always love Leela.”<br><br>“Good one, Ram!” Ramya was visibly excited, obviously shipping Ram with Leela, rather than Cathy.<br><br>Cathy was hurt. Ram helped Cathy get back on her feet. “I’m sorry. What I meant was… not this time.”<br><br>Mike pitched in to make peace. “We must stay united and try to make the best out of this pandemic situation, guys.”<br><br>“I second Mike.” Gary added, “We must stay together in this lockdown.”<br><br>“Aye.” Said Mike, Gary too, Ramya and Cathy followed. <br><br>Ram nodded his head and yet his thoughts were with Leela. ‘Will Leela marry Darshan due to family pressure?’<br><br>Ram had no answer. As he helped his flatmates around his flat, there remained inside him a deep void. <br><br></div><h1 class="wp-block-heading">Leela</h1><div style="font-family:'Special Elite';font-size:16pt;text-align:justify">Leela had to undergo the worst phase of her life. As soon as the phone got disconnected, her mom entered inside the room calling out her name. “Leela, will you…” Her mom stopped, admired her beautiful daughter and complimented her. “My beautiful princess, please come down to meet your king.”<br><br>Leela cut her mom short and said, “enough joking, Radhika. Let’s go down and meet Darshan and Karna uncle.” It was better to get to the point with her mother Radhika, who would otherwise just continue throwing her tantrums, trying to guilt-trip Leela into marrying Darshan. <br><br>“Stop calling Darshan by his name. He is going to be your husband in a few days.” Radhika passed her advice to Leela.<br><br>“I’ve no interest in marrying him. Forget it. Let’s not argue now.” Leela tried putting an end to the never-ending conversation.<br><br>Darshan sat on the sofa that was placed opposite to the door. Karna uncle sat next to him. Leela’s dad Raghav stood next to the door, waiting for his wife and daughter to join them. Leela entered the living room with the candle, for the power was not yet back. <br><br>Darshan could not stop admiring Leela’s beauty… she looked flawless. Leela’s mom sounded formal while speaking to her brother Karna and offered coffee to all.<br><br>“Hmm… it’s suffocating here. Shall we go to the garden?” Leela proposed the idea so that she could get a chance to open up with Darshan.<br><br>Karna acknowledged her request, and Darshan stood up from the sofa. Raghav asked Radhika to arrange the table in the garden, who happily agreed.<br><br>“Leela… hmm…” Darshan cleared his throat. “You’ve become a beautiful woman. You… I” Darshan stammered and struggled to utter a word. “All these days I saw you as a bubbly refreshing girl. I must say this… I am lucky to marry you.”<br><br>“Thanks for the compliment, Darshan. You look very smart and I am equally excited to see you after a couple of years. But I must confess this to you: I am in a relationship with Ram, my collegemate… we have been in love for six years. We planned to get married once we get settled in life. We always dreamt of a beautiful comfortable life. However the equation changed, due to our family pressure. Ram promised to speak with mom and dad once the pandemic situation is back to normal. We even planned to marry in the month of August. That’s during the summer break in London.” Leela spoke without looking at Darshan.<br><br>“Is he in London? Forget about August, as far as I know he may not be alive till that time. Hope you are aware of the stats and situation in western countries. If you ask me, I’d say that they are building their own grave.”<br><br>“Darshan…” Leela shouted, aghast that he could be so tactless and stone-hearted. <br><br>‘Chill baby, you are doing well, chill.’ Leela tried to contain her anger and calm down. “The situation is almost the same everywhere. People are dying in hundreds and thousands every day. I trust the power of our true love. Despite all the odds we will sail through this situation to lead a beautiful life in future.”<br><br>“Be practical, Leela. The chance of Ram surviving is very slim. Even our survival is not 100% guaranteed. Anything can happen to anyone. That’s why I’d love to have my own family and that too, as soon as possible. Please understand and accept the beautiful life ahead of us. Let’s marry and create magic.”<br><br>“I completely understand your need, and also the expectations of us. Anything can happen to anyone, I agree. But why me, when I am not ready for this marriage? I love Ram and I know in my heart that he is doing well. I’ve got a good vibe of this.”<br><br>Darshan could not handle it anymore. He said, “Kill your bloody vibe. Get ready for our marriage. I will ask uncle to quickly prepare for the marriage. I will prefer to not having any more discussions on this topic. <strong>Period.</strong><br><br></div><h1 class="wp-block-heading">Ram</h1><div style="font-family:'Special Elite';font-size:16pt;text-align:justify">Ram dragged a bean bag to the living room and sat down comfortably. Yawning, he cracked his knuckles, and stretched his legs. “Looks like someone is not hungry. That’s fishy, isn’t it, Gary?” Chuckling he gave a sideways glance at Cathy, trying to tease her. <br><br>“Cathy is angry, so she is not hungry.” Mike, as usual, came to the rescue.<br><br>“She is in lockdown mode. She is being considerate about our food stock levels.” Gary thought to himself.<br><br>“Maybe, or maybe not. I do not know. What I know for sure is… she is angry at someone. Someone she loves a lot actually” Mike responded subtly.<br><br>“I am neither hungry nor angry. I am going to sleep.” Cathy frowned, got up from her bean bag, and sipped on a cup of coffee before making her way to the bedroom. <br><br>“Good night folks.” Ram grabbed a cup of black coffee, a perfumed wax candle before making his way to the bedroom.<br><br>Cathy undressed quickly before jumping into the bed; a habit she developed during her high school days. <br><br>“Good night, Cathy. Sleep well.” Ram spoke before she covered herself with the blanket.Cathy sat up on the bed holding the blanket on to her bosom. “This is the limit. I cannot handle the stress anymore. I need you. Let’s talk like adults. Are you game?”<br><br>“Of course, let’s sort it out.” Ram appreciated her efforts, giving her a thumbs-up.Cathy walked up to him holding the blanket on to her bosom and sat close to him. “Help me with the answers. Be straight and to the point please.”<br><br>“Are you still in love with Leela?”<br><br>“I love her to bits and pieces.” Ram whispered looking into Cathy’s eyes.<br><br>“Okay, this is the expected answer. Here’s the next. Are you hopeful about her upcoming marriage, considering the pandemic situation?” Cathy leaned to her right and rested her head on his shoulder.<br><br>“Love and hope are two beautiful interlinked words. Do you expect anything more?”<br><br>“Smart answer. I’m totally hooked to this chic conversation.” Cathy sat up, looked into eyes and asked, “Just answer ‘Yes’ or ‘No’, okay?”<br><br>“Are you a one-woman man?” Cathy raised her eyebrows and added, “Are you still a virgin?”Ram blushed. He could not have eye-contact with her. “Fortunately, yes!”<br><br>“Unbelievable! For the past month, you have been sharing the room with a woman, who sleeps in the nude. And yet you never tried anything on me. Have you at least… seriously, you have a great control.”<br><br>Ram blushed. Chuckling, Cathy said, “And look… you are blushing. Leela is lucky.”“Okay, the last: do you like me?”<br><br>“I like you. I admire you. You are… like a good friend to me. At least one of the few souls I trust in this country.” Ram finally held eye-contact with her.<br><br>“I have a huge crush on you. More than just a crush – I am attracted to you. Of course, I have the urge of making love to you. I’m not a virgin. I lost my virginity at the age of 19, with my ex-boyfriend. I also had fun with a couple of guys I met in the dance club. I am open-minded and as a woman, I don’t really believe in the concept of virginity. My mantra is to never regret about anything in life.”<br><br>“I like your openness, Cathy. I am in-line with your thoughts. Likewise, I have set few principles in my life. And….”<br><br>Cathy cut him short and said, “I respect your views. Is there a harm in hugging a woman other than your love?”<br><br>“No…”<br><br>Before he could add or justify his views she said, “hug me tight and sleep well.”<br><br>The wet-winds blew off the candle. She giggled, “Even Mother Nature understands our conversation.”<br><br><div style="background-color:transparent;color:orange;font-size:18px;line-height:30px;margin-bottom:15px;margin-left:10px;margin-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;text-align:justify;width:650px">“No toe-curling kisses. No bed-rocking sex. Just a gentle warm hug. Never slept in such a bliss.” Cathy typed a status in her messenger. Only later did she realize the hard-hitting reality. No power. No signal. No social life. It’s just about the worst ever pandemic situation the world has encountered. Once in every five minutes a soul leaves the body.</div><br></div><h1 class="wp-block-heading">2.0</h1><div style="font-family:'Special Elite';font-size:16pt;text-align:justify">Ram stared at the portrait sketch of Leela’s photograph for a while, which he sketched after landing in London earlier this year.<br><br>“<strong>Someone is special</strong>… <em>missing your special one a lot, is it?</em>” Cathy interrupted his train of thoughts.<br><br>He acknowledged with a nod. “Feels so hard without talking to her. Make me wonder how did people survived long distance relationship prior to the technology invasion.”<br><br>“There is a fine line between trust, love and need. Our ancestors had a great understanding of these. Whereas we younger generation are so bad at managing emotions and end up in nasty things.” Cathy kept it simple.<br><br>“It is easy to say, but hard to follow.” He said looking into her eyes. “I pray for her survival every second. And,” he paused, took a deep breathe, and said, “Anyway, there’s no point in cribbing about it. I accept and I am waiting for the day to live my life with her.”<br><br><div style="text-align:center">***</div><br>Power restoration project headed by World Health Organization successfully restored the power globally after as many as 30 days. The house, the road and what not… got its actual glow back. Everyone in the house was excited and shouting at peak, while Ram quickly escaped from the celebrations to grab his smartphone. He quickly switched it on as he had 30% charge left on his smartphone when he switched it off. The first two signal bars looked much like the last two lifelines of the game. He quickly dialled Leela on her mobile phone.<br><br>The connection was slow, but not dead. Ram patiently listened to the ring. <br><br>The first call got connected. “Ram…”<br><br>“Leela… Leela.”<br><br>“Ram… Ram… Ram… Leela…. Leela Ram…. Ram Leela…”<br><br>Words failed to help the lovebirds. Cathy stood shellshocked, but in a way she was happy for Ram. She understood his true love for Leela.<br><br></div><h1 class="wp-block-heading">Virtual</h1><div style="font-family:'Special Elite';font-size:16pt;text-align:justify"><em>May 2020</em><br><br>“It’s scary to hear what you’ve to go through, Leela.” Ram said placing the smartphone in the holder. He adjusted the neckband.<br><br>“It’s horrible, Ram. No one should go through it. This incident happened in the third week of complete shutdown. Darshan came home with rape on his mind; an ideology suggested by his friends that he should rape me to subdue me, and it is justified as anyway he would be marrying me. I was listening to music in the USB MP3 player, the mega-powered backup battery and 16W speaker I always use to listen music even during power failures.<br><br>He came inside the room after seeking permission. I said yes and turned back cribbing in silence. He increased the volume to the maximum, locked the door and looked at me from top to bottom. He powered me down to the bed, in no-time he tore my t-shirt exposing the inner-garments. I resisted and screamed, but it went unheard due to the loud music. He bit my lips very hard to the extend it started bleeding and even slapped me twice when I tried pushing him away. All I could see is my dreams crushing into nothing.<br><br>He released my right hand to unzip his pants. The zip stuck midway. He lifted his legs to unzip or pull the pant down. I used the opportunity to knock his balls with my knee. It was a hard kick and so, Darshan threw himself off from the bed, coughing hard in pain. Bleeding from mouth, I got up quickly, trying to escape. Darshan twisted, turned and rolled in pain. He looked completely helpless. I wanted to inflict more pain on him, stamped on his manhood with all the power I could gather, until he passed out. Still unable to calm down, I kicked his belly hard. Unconscious, he lay there unmoving.” Leela wet her handkerchief. <br><br>Ram could not speak a word. He did not expect to hear such things from her. He waited for her to continue.<br><br>“Our parents took us to hospital, where we were tested for virus and given treatment. A couple of weeks later, I took Darshan to a psychologist, where he revealed the dark secrets of his life. Darshan was abused by his uncle from his early childhood. He had spent many days losing his self-esteem. That’s why he had a huge problem when someone insulted or ignored him. Regular visits to the phycologist helped him live a better life.” Leela spoke at one go.<br><br>“That’s cruel. I cannot image such things, Leela.”<br><br>“It’ll take time to heal. Of this I am sure, my love for you is eternal. We are meant to be together forever.”<br><br>Cathy walked in apologising and saying a ‘Hi’ to Leela. She spoke for a brief minute about the lockdown before they hanged up as Ram had to join a meeting.<br><br><div style="text-align:center">***</div><br>“Do you remember this poem?” Leela dropped a text on WhatsApp <br><br><em>Okay, One, two and three,<br>Let’s the fun begin with tea,<br>Get up from the bed,<br>Freshen up Mr. Red,<br>Wear the sexy red shirt,<br>Come to our heaven Mr. Flirt!<br>Yours,<br>Lady Book.</em><br><br>“Of course, I do. It’s on my birthday. And of course, it’s our proposal day.” Ram responded. He always liked the swipe right feature of WhatsApp when replying to chat messages.<br><br>“Life has changed so much. I never imagined living in lockdown in the year 2020. It was supposed to be the most happening year – every class mate of us said this right? <br><br>A virus changed our way of life.” Leela was quick to respond. However, Ram read the message only in the morning. “Did you sleep so soon?”<br><br><div style="text-align:center">***</div><br>“Oh yes, I did. I was tired.” He texted her in the morning. <br><br>The conversations on WhatsApp chat, audio and video calls continued. WhatsApp became the way of life, right from dawn to dusk and even after that, they lived together virtually – the new normal, cherishing simplest things of life making it the biggest memory of their life.<br><br></div><h1 class="wp-block-heading">Unlock</h1><div style="font-family:'Special Elite';font-size:16pt;text-align:justify"><em>August 2020</em><br><br>The World Health Organization declared that the virus outbreak had killed 70% of the global population and erased few countries from the map. With only 30% of the global population surviving the pandemic, this was worst of the pandemics the world had seen. Social distancing was also regulated across the globe before announcing the end of pandemic on the 150th day from the first reported case.<br><br><div style="text-align:center">***</div><br>Cathy held Ram’s hand for a brief time. She always knew that when the time come, Ram would fly back to his hometown. But in her heart, she had believed that she would have got more time with him – than the 30 days of lockdown as they lived in the flat share, followed by the second month of the global power outage and then, the post power revival unlock period. The time they shared was too less for her heart, and when the time came to say goodbye, it left her heart sore. Those beautiful days and nights had come to an end.<br><br>“So much happened in the past 150 days. So much to the extent that we look at this world like a fresh start. So much that…” Cathy blurted, she paused, took a deep breath and she said, “You have to go now, Ram… but my heart says ‘don’t go’”. <br><br>Ram kept looking into her eyes deeply. Completely wet. Fresh tears-brimmed in her powerful eyes.<br><br>“Will you come back to this country?” Cathy was hopeful.<br><br>“Probably, not.” Ram looked away as he knew he would hurt her with that response, but he wanted to be truthful to Cathy.<br><br>“In the last 30 days we shared a beautiful bond….” Cathy was completely emotional.<br><br>“Hmm” Ram smiled.<br><br>“At times these blank smiles say a lot of words” Cathy paused, looked straight to his heart and continued, <strong>“A part of you is inside me… and it will stay with me forever. It will make my life meaningful.”</strong><br><br>She wiped off the freshly brimmed tears. “Memories. The memories of past 100+ days. I meant.”<br><br>“I’ll… leave. I do not want to cry in public. I will miss you very much, Ram. And yes, I love you, Ram.” Cathy ran from the airport.<br><br>Ram waved goodbye to his colleagues for one last time. Sam, Mike, Gary and Ramya was sad too as they had all fought against pandemic situation together. <br><br>“Tough times make people stronger. Whoever said this, go to hell.” Sam murmured.<br><br>‘Bye!’ All of them waved together.<br><br></div><h1 class="wp-block-heading">2022</h1><div style="font-family:'Special Elite';font-size:16pt;text-align:justify"><em>At around 11 PM in the night.</em><br><br>Leela slept on the bed by the time Ram finished typing the story. It was more of an extract from the first book plus he addressed the gaps in the story.<br><br>By the time he crossed 4000 words, he was sure to stop and close the story, but his policy of ‘have-no-regrets-in-life’ pricked his heart. He cannot fail at second attempt too.<br><br>He recalled Cathy’s words: <strong>“A part of you is inside me… and it will stay with me forever. It will make my life meaningful.” After a pause Cathy added, “Memories. The memories of past 100+ days. I meant.”</strong><br><br>“Just memories inside her? Is her son the baby of a victim? <em>As Leela thought</em>… what happened in the last 30 nights of unlock was more than a beautiful memory. Cathy might call it as a sexual need. I might say ‘hmm’ as these unspoken silences speak a lot of words.” Ram typed the unspoken words.<br><br>He kissed Leela’s cheek, “What about Leela? How will I tell her that I am not an one-woman man? And I am neither a cheater.”<br><br>Ram deleted the last couple of paragraphs before he pressed ‘CTRL+Z’.<br><br>Before he published the post, he made his mind to confess all that happened in the last 30 nights to Leela in the morning.<br><br><div style="text-align:center">***</div><br>“Good Morning!” Leela woke him up and gave a cup of coffee.<br><br>“Good Morning. Sorry, I had a disturbed sleep. What’s the time?”<br><br>“10:00 AM for us. 4:30 AM in London. Cathy must be sleeping at this time, right?” Leela carefully placed her words.<br><br>Ram was in complete shock. Leela continued her word-play, “Cathy and her son are happy to become the permanent residents of India.”<br><br>Ram did not look up. He felt bad and guilty yet again.<br><br>“You want to live with two wives and two kids, is it?” Leela nailed the final words.<br><br>Ram did not have courage to speak. <br><br>“CatRamLeela… sounds nice right?” Leela said with freshly brimmed tears. “No, I am not crying. I will be happy for the sake of my baby.” <br><br>After a pause she shouted, “I know… I know this is coming. It is hard to digest, Ram.”Ram had no say. He could not even hug her. <br><br>“I want to confess the truth, Leela. I cannot live with regrets. I do not want to cheat you, my love. I always want to live a happy life with you. I texted Cathy because I do not want her to live in pain, for the mistake we committed knowing the fruits of it.<br><br><strong>In all ways you are the most affected in this case. I checked her decision before proposing the idea to you – Cathy, her son, you, me and our baby – all of us living together leading a happy life.</strong><br><br>I leave the decision to you.”<br><br><div style="text-align:center">***</div><br><em>Leela posted a new photo for the first time in a while. The caption read “#CatRamLeela #HarryHermoine wishes you a Happy New Year 2023!”</em><br><br></div><div style="font-family:'Special Elite';font-size:16pt;text-align:justify"><div style="border:dashed 2px red;padding:5px;text-align:justify">The <b>fellow Blog-a-Tonics</b> who took part in this Blog-a-Ton and links to their respective <b>posts</b> can be checked <a href="https://blog-a-ton.blogspot.com/2020/07/blogaton59.html"><b>here</b></a>. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following <b><a href="https://blog-a-ton.blogspot.com">Blog-a-Ton</a></b>. Show your support for the hastags #BlogATon59 & #LockdownTales. Participation Count: 42.</div><br><em>PS: I’d like to thank “Nika” for editing the first book, of which few parts are extracted and used in this post.</em><br><br><em>PPS: It takes lot of explanation/justification to understand what made Leela accept Ram’s proposal. I shall do that in the book. If you have enjoyed reading the story, please vote for me and do read the book 1, <a href="https://bit.ly/1stCallSarav">The First Call: Love In The Time Of Virus.</a></em></div><p></p>Someone is Specialhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16271391140125090742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48933466478809831.post-2070703702228241262017-03-03T18:15:00.002+05:302023-01-08T21:33:16.397+05:30Desh Ki Beti by Megha Barthwal<div style="font-family: Merriweather, Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;">I take pride in welcoming you again to Few Miles. Megha, my colleague at work, an enthusiastic poet, is back with a poem. This time in Hindi Language... DESK KI BETI!<br />
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Here you go… the stage is all yours!</div><br />
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Mai desh ki beti kehti hu,<br />
Mai desh ke dil mein rehti hu;<br />
Jahan dharti ko maa kehte hai,<br />
Un saanso me m behti hu.<br />
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Yaha puja meri hoti hai,<br />
Phir rooh kyu meri roti hai;<br />
Sab kathan paraye lagte hai,<br />
Sab log paraye lagte hai.<br />
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Ye jag kyu mujhse rutha hai?<br />
Ye pyar bhala kyu jhuta hai?<br />
Kyu bhoz mje sb kehte hai?<br />
Meri aankho mein bhi sapne rehte hai.<br />
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Mai kokh mein hi mar jati hu,<br />
Kyu mai kisi ko bhi na bhaati hu?<br />
Yadi janma bhi di jati hu,<br />
Mar mar kar hi ji paati hu.<br />
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Tooti chattano si mein dehti hu.<br />
Har baar mai hi kyu sehti hu?<br />
Mai desh ki beti kehti hu,<br />
Mai desh ke dil m rehti hu.<br />
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Mai khoon ke aansu piti hu,<br />
Bhs dar dar kar mai jiti hu.<br />
Aawaz nhi m reeti hu,<br />
Har naari ki aap-beeti hu.<br />
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Mujhe jhukao nhi, mje dabao nhi,<br />
Ab chahe jitna chahoge na rok mje tum paoge.<br />
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Na roko mujhe na toko mujhe,<br />
Mai vishva ka ujiyara hu.<br />
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Maa kasie tune tyag dia? Aakhir m ansh tumhara hu.<br />
Mai aandhi hu mai junoon hu, pita tumhara hi to mai khoon hu.<br />
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Jo ab na zhukna chahte hai un aanko ki mai seepi hu.<br />
Mai dekh ki beti kehti hu.<br />
Mai desh ke dil mein rehti hu.</div><br />
<div style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 13pt; color:#e06666; border: dashed 2px #e06666; padding: 5px; text-align: justify;"><b>MESSAGE TO YOU, SARAV</b><br />
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Thanks a lot for giving me an opportunity to exhibit my writing. Now I am feeling more confident that I can continue to write more. Thanks for showing confidence on me.</div>Someone is Specialhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16271391140125090742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48933466478809831.post-42495867674513270072017-01-14T00:00:00.001+05:302023-01-08T21:33:44.894+05:30A day without you :'-|<div style="font-family: Merriweather, Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;">There’s always poet inside you. All you need is to express yourself in a language you feel comfortable. Of course, you need a small bit of encouragement and self-confidence to give wings to the poet in you. Luckily, I have many such sweethearts in life. And, that's pretty much the reason for expressing myself.<br />
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Megha Barthwal, my colleague at work, an enthusiastic soul, is one such talented heart. On this special day, I’m privileged to introduce Megha to Blog-o-sphere, and let your pen create magic.<br />
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Here you go… the stage is all yours!</div><br />
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Passing along the morning mist,<br />
Sound of flowers' gist.<br />
Indeed I see a world waking their eyes.<br />
Though, I’m holding a long so list.<br />
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What all to do, what all can I do?<br />
I want to leave all regrets and remorse,<br />
Inside me hidden some strong force.<br />
My burning desire, my eyes too liar.<br />
My body so feeble, my voice not so audible...<br />
Still pushing me so forward in a condition so awkward,<br />
But all together strengthening me so deep;<br />
All my inner voice emerging a bleep.<br />
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That I am so brave, and I am strong fist.<br />
I have to forget when you very first kissed;<br />
I have to move on and show me myself.<br />
Coz I do exist! Coz I do exist!<br />
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Leaving behind the warmth of your touch,<br />
Also want to forget so way do you judged.<br />
My lips too will carry the smile I tucked;<br />
I have to prove, I am no more a smudge.<br />
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I want to feel that I am also ‘I’,<br />
I want to see that it’s not a lie.<br />
I want to know I’m not so frail to cry,<br />
I want to understand, you are no more of my.<br />
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Just a day without you, I want to live;<br />
Now no more time I want to forgive.<br />
Just one more chance myself I want to so give;<br />
Just one more determination am going to outlive.<br />
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If one day I can so, daily I do.<br />
I am thankful to you, and now I bid you adieu.</div><br />
<div style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 13pt; color:#e06666; border: dashed 2px #e06666; padding: 5px; text-align: justify;"><b>MESSAGE TO YOU, SARAV</b><br />
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Thanks a lot for giving me an opportunity to exhibit my writing. It's the first time I am writing for any blog and feeling more confident that I can continue to write more. Thanks for showing confidence on me.</div>Someone is Specialhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16271391140125090742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48933466478809831.post-3269138784824996052016-12-13T21:27:00.002+05:302023-01-08T21:34:01.134+05:30#BergerXP it is!<div style="font-family: Merriweather, Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
IndiBlogger.in is close to my heart. Whether it's the competitions they host, the meets they organize, or the innovative thoughts of the organizers, I love being a part of it. When I received a special invite for the #BergerXP meet, I registered instantly, expecting the meet to be fun.
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On Saturday, my wife Vidhya and I arrived at The Lalit Ashok Bangalore around 12 PM. Leo and Vidya were already there. It was great to see them again after almost six months. Soon, many other bloggers joined us - some familiar faces and some unfamiliar ones. Since I was wearing a mala for Sabarimala, I restrained myself from interacting with people. However, as more people arrived, I started chatting with them.
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The meet began with a heavy lunch - I only had vegetarian options - followed by the registration process. Anoop greeted me with a huge smile and we hugged. Renie was looking for "Someone Special," also known as Sarav, and upon seeing me in my new avatar, he was surprised. It felt like being at home. Of course, for a blogger, IndiBlogger.in is like home.
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My wife was a bit nervous because she was unable to register due to technical problems. Once Aaruhsi and Anoop helped us complete the registration process, she was happy.
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Anoop, the man behind the microphone, invited Karthik to lead us in some exercises. It was fun and I captured a video of it. The balloon game was especially entertaining - Karthik, you are an awesome man with your moves.
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When Chandra took over, he spoke about BergerXP, its tools, and innovations. Unlike other presentations where presenters focus only on the AIDA model, this was a refreshing change. He spoke about innovation, next-gen tools, and Express Painting. Faster. Cleaner. Better. It was fascinating and kept me engaged until the end. I tweeted some memorable one-liners during the meet and created a story using Moments...
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<div align="center"><blockquote class="twitter-tweet" data-lang="en"><p lang="en" dir="ltr">⚡ <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/BergerXP?src=hash">#BergerXP</a> Meet by <a href="https://twitter.com/FewMiles">@FewMiles</a><a href="https://t.co/acyyE9kyCg">https://t.co/acyyE9kyCg</a></p>— Someone is Special (@FewMiles) <a href="https://twitter.com/FewMiles/status/808598343492444160">December 13, 2016</a></blockquote><script async src="//platform.twitter.com/widgets.js" charset="utf-8"></script></div><br />
If I miss to talk about the tools then it would be a crime. Let me first tell you the names and its features, followed by a TVC made by #BergerXP.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfx5MDweHZeJVMkO3Ww-dc05LUMCmAX7sweCm_Be_PdKVry2qMg_0B4tUR9DnYA_Mnl3TY6EWe-3_ldZZcMfO6R7ViYlVn6Hs0b_JWqnRqcH9CmdcyKilRSOtznxQZfJncd77_wYpS3cs/s1600/Mixer.png" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfx5MDweHZeJVMkO3Ww-dc05LUMCmAX7sweCm_Be_PdKVry2qMg_0B4tUR9DnYA_Mnl3TY6EWe-3_ldZZcMfO6R7ViYlVn6Hs0b_JWqnRqcH9CmdcyKilRSOtznxQZfJncd77_wYpS3cs/s320/Mixer.png" width="320" height="240" /></a></div>MULTIPURPOSE MIXER: Quick & Hassle-free Mixing that can help you mix putty and texture of your choice. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivPS9xMur1p8DCC8LeVFlG2KiG8-Ha1SnUW51qlAekXiH3Xt-kKSQA-oQ5VJ_SVkuEcSSivGznoygCW4IvMxWEAUmHmz2Uhg2y6izcv5HITbBPrOrqG0MuPq0tNkU8UDU-E9sRrRqxL24/s1600/paint-roller.png" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivPS9xMur1p8DCC8LeVFlG2KiG8-Ha1SnUW51qlAekXiH3Xt-kKSQA-oQ5VJ_SVkuEcSSivGznoygCW4IvMxWEAUmHmz2Uhg2y6izcv5HITbBPrOrqG0MuPq0tNkU8UDU-E9sRrRqxL24/s320/paint-roller.png" width="320" height="198" /></a></div>AUTO ROLLER: Have you ever seen an adjustable roller with automatic paint pumping, giving a superior sexy finish? Watch it below…<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiWqA6aw2MaN2XQnokqb6ukXJMnW2OWBSCOUgCSs1lmLlohSpj3jCzMEcuhG3e7KVx7aeDrMV3gtzUUJEC7JjeaiTKS8102DJcFot7TOpScEWmP2xfaN6WkK3KNXAHe_jsxc3bh96XDFc/s1600/Jet-Presser.png" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiWqA6aw2MaN2XQnokqb6ukXJMnW2OWBSCOUgCSs1lmLlohSpj3jCzMEcuhG3e7KVx7aeDrMV3gtzUUJEC7JjeaiTKS8102DJcFot7TOpScEWmP2xfaN6WkK3KNXAHe_jsxc3bh96XDFc/s320/Jet-Presser.png" width="320" height="198" /></a></div>HIGH PRESSURE WASHER: The difference between a worst experience and the best experience is when someone start cleaning the walls. And that’s what Berger has done. A Hi-speed Pressure wash with regulators addition to the nozzle adjustment. It’s just amazing!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ-ATn3lS2YMRsSU2dpw3Uet9gt7im6E7dbisYizYNgvGjjlYToxPuwXAz7zzVigdNP-Sbeop5NlFh5EiMlvaXWNnQFEZ-cBUOdAcji5o_dbrQ7-Owmo1YPWbnHHYBr64IHoM6OZFNb8g/s1600/Airless-spayer.png" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ-ATn3lS2YMRsSU2dpw3Uet9gt7im6E7dbisYizYNgvGjjlYToxPuwXAz7zzVigdNP-Sbeop5NlFh5EiMlvaXWNnQFEZ-cBUOdAcji5o_dbrQ7-Owmo1YPWbnHHYBr64IHoM6OZFNb8g/s320/Airless-spayer.png" width="213" height="320" /></a></div>AIRLESS PAINT SPRAYER: A sprayer that supports water-based paints and primer giving a classic touch. Experience Berger XP now… Check out latest TVC...<br />
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If you're planning to give your favorite home a makeover, use #BergerXP Express Painting. I'm saying this only after experiencing it. Actually, we were asked to team up to perform a couple of activities. Given the choice to select five people for my team as the lead, I spoke with Debolina and Nalini and they agreed to be a part of my team, and Leo and Vidhya were already on the team by default. Initially, we were given a challenge to smooth out a rough wall with putty. We did well. It was more of a test of our patience and to convey the hard work that painters put in. Think about how many times we've said, "What kind of work are these painters doing? They're not even doing their job properly." Trust me, it's hard work and these people do it with a real passion to give your wall the look you desire.
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The second set of activities was to paint on a theme and then present it. Guess what, we found our new lead in Aakriti. Her enthusiasm for sketching is unmatched and I see a future IndiBlogger in her. I've always loved sketching and painting, but I never seem to give myself enough time to do either. This meet gave me the opportunity to paint, and along with my team, I was able to fulfill that desire. If I recall correctly, the last time I sketched was in 2013 for an IndiBlogger Character Contest. And this time, too, IB helped me paint once again. I wish I could paint more, but reading and writing give me a good work-life balance.<br />
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We then took the Mannqinn challenge and trust me, it was a lot of fun. Once it was over, we took a group photo and retired for the day after collecting the most precious t-shirt (thanks to the sponsors, who allowed IB to print it without their name) and a gift hamper from BergerXP. Since I forgot to bring my bag, I went back inside only to be video interviewed. Thank you, IB Team, for the opportunity.<br />
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It was a fun-filled day. Thanks to BergerXP and IndiBlogger for organizing such a wonderful meet instead of just boring talks. I'm really looking forward to meeting you all again. If I win a chance to have a wall painted by BergerXP, I'll write a detailed review about it. For more info visit <a href="https://www.bergerpaints.com" target="_blank">www.bergerpaints.com</a> and also watch <a href="https://youtu.be/skouMQXEu6U" target="_blank">Express Painting Success Journey</a><br />
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Thank you all!<br />
</div>Someone is Specialhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16271391140125090742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48933466478809831.post-43024222872729950282016-11-12T21:44:00.004+05:302023-01-08T21:35:00.987+05:30Day 50 ♥ Happiness is listening to Ayyappan songs<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="font-family: Merriweather, Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; text-align: justify;"><div style="font-family: Cambria, Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAA4gINFPkLM7EfmljmwmLA_rDrUyS1VSUVwTjt9142m_laF1HZbm4w-kl4iDcgCxL-8QHSNHDieFxAm2teQaCqP24F-h0I867uqYGTIEaMTsIyrqQZE8xSSsTjTPF3M9a_Quxqfqi2g/s1600/050.+Happiness+is+listening+to+Ayyappan+songs.png" imageanchor="1" title="Happiness is listening to Ayyappan songs!"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAA4gINFPkLM7EfmljmwmLA_rDrUyS1VSUVwTjt9142m_laF1HZbm4w-kl4iDcgCxL-8QHSNHDieFxAm2teQaCqP24F-h0I867uqYGTIEaMTsIyrqQZE8xSSsTjTPF3M9a_Quxqfqi2g/s400/050.+Happiness+is+listening+to+Ayyappan+songs.png" width="400" height="400" alt="Happiness is listening to Ayyappan songs!" /></a></div><br />
Happiness is listening to Ayyappan songs. I always love listening to devotional songs. My list of favorite songs is long, but Ayyappan songs top the list: Anthanae Prabhuvae, Pallikattu Sabarimalaikku, Harivarasanam and so on…<br />
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">Love listening devotional songs, share the list please! Spread Love!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">And here is a small poem dedicated to Vidhya…</span><br />
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<div style="font-family: Cambria, Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; text-align: right;">Love is truly devotional,<br />
It's the supreme power;<br />
The original meaning of life.<br />
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Love is purely colorful,<br />
It's in every color;<br />
The unique emotions of life.<br />
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Love is everywhere,<br />
It's what makes the world,<br />
A beautiful place to live!</div><br />
<div style="border: dashed 2px red; padding: 5px; text-align: center;">This post is published as a part of 50 Days of Happiness Challenge. Much Love!</div><br />
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Happiness is holding the new currency - the first 2000 INR note. The long queue, the out-of-cash bank, the non-working AC - all the inconvenience was worth it just to grab or hold the new currency. Was it worth the wait? Honestly, I don't know. All I know is that I'm happy and my wife is happy! What else do I need?<br />
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">Got the new currency? Share your experience! Spread Love!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">And here is a small poem dedicated to Vidhya…</span><br />
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<div style="font-family: Cambria, Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; text-align: right;">Life is really beautiful,<br />
View it from the angle;<br />
That suits you the most,<br />
Because love is life!</div><br />
<div style="border: dashed 2px red; padding: 5px; text-align: center;">This post is published as a part of 50 Days of Happiness Challenge. Much Love!</div><br />
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Happiness is spending thirty minutes on self-reflection. These days, I rarely get the chance to spend time on myself. It's nice to take a few minutes to reflect on my thoughts and think of solutions to my problems. I'm happy to do it and I hope to do it more often.<br />
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This is my 600th post and I've asked my wife to write a small poem for me. Once she writes it, I'll post it.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">Are you one of those who love to spend time for your own? Join the gang. Spread Love!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">And here is a small poem dedicated to Vidhya…</span><br />
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<div style="font-family: Cambria, Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; text-align: right;">You read my mood,<br />
Just like a book;<br />
‘Dear, I need to reflect…’?<br />
Life is simple!</div><br />
<div style="border: dashed 2px red; padding: 5px; text-align: center;">This post is published as a part of 50 Days of Happiness Challenge. Much Love!</div><br />
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Happiness is drinking tea. When you have a headache at its worst and constantly talking people around, there's nothing better than having a strong tea prepared by my wife. It not only reduces stress, but also helps me write this post.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">At any time of the day, what do you prefer the most? Tea or Coffee? Spread Love!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">And here is a small poem dedicated to Vidhya…</span><br />
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<div style="font-family: Cambria, Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; text-align: right;">Why do I write daily?<br />
Is it to show my love?<br />
Do you think I’ve to do this?<br />
‘No’ will be your answer.<br />
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Still I write to express,<br />
My love for you,<br />
And the words I write;<br />
Are especially for you!!</div><br />
<div style="border: dashed 2px red; padding: 5px; text-align: center;">This post is published as a part of 50 Days of Happiness Challenge. Much Love!</div><br />
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Dear The Hon. Narendra Modi, Prime Minister of India,
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I am writing this open letter to express my appreciation for the bold moves taken by you and the government.
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There is only one India - Mother India. Hardly anyone would say they hate their mother. It is therefore impossible to hate Mother India. While we may not say it in words, our actions speak louder. From black money to corrupt officials, polluted environment to deforestation, we reveal the true story of our love for our country. Many people have written about the cons of our actions, or have tried to hide the pros, and I do not want to add another blog post to the list. Instead, I will keep it short and simple.
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First of all, I want to offer my congratulations on the bold move to make INR 500 and INR 1000 notes invalid. This will seriously impact those who hold black money, no matter the amount. The black money they own - the result of years of careful planning - is now worth nothing. It will be impossible for them to account for or exchange it. This welcome move is highly commendable. The addition of the INR 2000 note - while not a welcome move - still adds to the glory. The NGC chip and its features are truly remarkable. Good job once again!
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What else can we do to make India better? There are many things. Here is my list, worth a penny or two:
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<ol><li>Exchanging old 500 and 1000 INR notes for new 500 or 2000 INR notes should be prohibited. Instead, the money should be credited to the owner's account. If they do not have an account, it should be linked to their Aadhar card. If they do not have an account or an Aadhar card, they should be created immediately. This will prevent people who hold black money from using their sources to swap small amounts (thousands or multiples of the same) for new notes.</li>
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Any online or offline transaction above 10,000 INR should be authenticated with an Aadhar card.</li>
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Any payment above 1,00,000 INR should be digital. Cash should not be accepted at any cost.</li>
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It is not possible to get rid of gold ornaments or bring them to the market. Instead, make gold bars, gold coins, and other forms of gold invalid. Replace them with digital gold coins and bars. This move will bring out all illegal gold accumulations.</li>
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Stamp papers and documents are another major source of black money. Make them invalid and require a digital stamp for anything and everything. The outcome of this change should be self-evident.</li>
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Air pollution and traffic jams are major issues in India. Improving infrastructure and public transportation can help solve these problems, but it cannot be done overnight. Instead, we can collect fees from single driver cars. If a person drives a car alone for more than 5 KM at a stretch, they should pay a fee to the government. This will discourage idiotic car owners who occupy the road just because they can afford a car through EMIs, or those who use their car for short trips within a 2 KM radius.</li>
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Create a government portal for car or bike sharing. People who use it more than 10 times a month should receive tax benefits.</li>
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Encourage tax payers by giving more exemptions to those who file taxes every year. Tax slabs should be based on the amount and number of years. Award those who continuously pay taxes for 10, 20 years, etc. Update the Indian honors system with more categories.</li>
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In addition to old age benefits, introduce child benefits. Pay them until they turn 13 and restrict it to only two children, with higher amounts for lower ratios and numbers.</li>
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Create citizen forums for the concerns and highlights of their city. Designate a special team to address reported issues. A happy home is a happy country!</li>
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Media control, removal of TRP ratings, standardization of advertisement, or a cap on money spent on advertisements and much more should be implemented. There are many more pain points in our society, and many people are highlighting them, but what happens is that the time it takes for any resolution to be implemented is what puts us behind. Rapid action, like what we are experiencing today, is the only solution. Keep it coming!
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Once again, hats off to The Hon. Narendra Modi, Prime Minister of India, for being the first person to act boldly! You are the change, the sun, and the leader that we Indians badly need. Let's make Mother India proud!"
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Jai Hind!
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Yours sincerely,<br />
<div style="font-family: Merriweather, Cambria, Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; text-align: justify;">Proud Indian Citizen!</div></div>Someone is Specialhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16271391140125090742noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48933466478809831.post-79147509794039192822016-11-08T20:22:00.004+05:302023-01-08T21:41:04.283+05:30Day 46 ♥ Happiness is writing an open letter to Prime Minister of India<div style="font-family: Merriweather, Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; text-align: justify;"><div style="font-family: Cambria, Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuuczoB8VRIUqptBRCRNR9gyhQhnbW8PFWEjcWNZXijDHAUNxydLlMmUe7L_IKcPc0l5tmVE-95I3CxoSHOnGAuxTtTAVEAyQOkHmwQXfT5QOAgap3C7LYQWIft3L9CkFMlqHDJDq0Ug/s1600/046.+Happiness+is+writing+an+open+letter+to+Prime+Minister+of+India.png" imageanchor="1" title="Happiness is writing an open letter to Prime Minister of India!"><img alt="Happiness is writing an open letter to Prime Minister of India!" border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuuczoB8VRIUqptBRCRNR9gyhQhnbW8PFWEjcWNZXijDHAUNxydLlMmUe7L_IKcPc0l5tmVE-95I3CxoSHOnGAuxTtTAVEAyQOkHmwQXfT5QOAgap3C7LYQWIft3L9CkFMlqHDJDq0Ug/s400/046.+Happiness+is+writing+an+open+letter+to+Prime+Minister+of+India.png" width="400" /></a></div><br />
Happiness is <a href="https://pendownmythought.blogspot.com/2016/11/an-open-letter-to-prime-minister-of.html" target="_blank">writing an open letter to the Honorable Prime Minister of India.</a> Firstly, congratulations on the bold move to make INR 500 and INR 1000 notes invalid. This will surely give a heart attack to those who own black money, no matter the amount. The black money they have accumulated over the years is worth nothing and it will be nearly impossible to exchange it or account for it. This welcome move is highly commendable! The addition of the INR 2000 denomination, while not necessarily welcome, still adds to the glory. I am sure there is a backup plan. For now, I am very happy and I hope this will help to clean up India.
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Read my open letter <a href="https://pendownmythought.blogspot.com/2016/11/an-open-letter-to-prime-minister-of.html" target="_blank">here</a>. If you had a large amount of black money, would you be willing to disclose it and follow the rules, or would you try to hide it? Let me know the answer. Spread love!
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<div style="font-family: Cambria, Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; text-align: right;">Let's live in a world<br />
Where people cherish love,<br />
Count the good wishes,<br />
And live happily.
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Will that happen,<br />
My love?
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Let time be the answer.<br />
Until then,<br />
Let's feel the magic of...<br />
Love and live happily!</div><br />
<div style="border: dashed 2px red; padding: 5px; text-align: center;">This post is published as a part of 50 Days of Happiness Challenge. Much Love!</div><br />
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Happiness is receiving positive feedback for my story. There is nothing that can match the happiness of receiving positive feedback for my work, even if it is just one comment. Imagine how thrilled I would be if more than a dozen people wrote to me, praising the plot, storyline, and narration of my work. It truly made me feel like I was in seventh heaven.
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">Read my blog post, <a href="https://pendownmythought.blogspot.com/2016/11/return.html" target="_blank">RETURN?</a> Let me know if you liked it. Spread Love!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">And here is a small poem dedicated to Vidhya…</span><br />
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<div style="font-family: Cambria, Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; text-align: right;">Like a magic spell,<br />
Your words bind me;<br />
Invade my world,<br />
And kidnap me to you!</div><br />
<div style="border: dashed 2px red; padding: 5px; text-align: center;">This post is published as a part of 50 Days of Happiness Challenge. Much Love!</div><br />
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Happiness is spending a relaxing Sunday sleeping and thinking about when I'll be able to write the remaining 39,000 words for NaNoWriMo. Although I'm supposed to write every day, I'm taking some time to recharge before getting back to it.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">How did you spend your Sunday? Share your experience! Spread Love!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">And here is a small poem dedicated to Vidhya…</span><br />
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<div style="font-family: Cambria, Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; text-align: right;">Holiday Jolly day,<br />
It’s my relaxing day.<br />
With you next to me,<br />
Life is always crazy!</div><br />
<div style="border: dashed 2px red; padding: 5px; text-align: center;">This post is published as a part of 50 Days of Happiness Challenge. Much Love!</div><br />
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<div style="border: dashed 2px red; padding: 5px;">This post has been published by me as a part of <b>Blog-a-Ton 58</b>; the fifty-eighth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. In association with <a href="https://www.facebook.com/iamsaravofficial" target="_blank">Saravanakumar Murugan</a>, the editor of <a href="https://iamsaravofficial.com/shades-of-life/" target="_blank">Shades Of Life book series</a>.</div><br />
<div style="border: dashed 2px #e06666; padding: 5px;">This short story is now a part of the upcoming short story collection as requested by multiple readers. Thanks for the love!</div><br />
<div style="font-family: 'Josefin Slab', Georgia, Cambria, Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; text-align: center;">Happy Endings. If the end is not happy, then it is not the actual end!</div><br />
<div style="border: dashed 2px red; padding: 5px;">The <b>fellow Blog-a-Tonics</b> who took part in this Blog-a-Ton and links to their respective <b>posts</b> can be checked <a href="https://blog-a-ton.blogspot.com/2016/10/blogaton58.html"><b>here</b></a>. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following <b><a href="https://blog-a-ton.blogspot.com/">Blog-a-Ton</a></b>. Show your support for the hastags #BlogATon58 & #Aativas50. Participation Count: 41. </div></div>Someone is Specialhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16271391140125090742noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48933466478809831.post-61180642836519763832016-11-05T13:29:00.002+05:302023-01-08T21:43:10.389+05:30Day 43 ♥ Happiness is meeting SOL Family member<div style="font-family: Merriweather, Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; text-align: justify;"><div style="font-family: Cambria, Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgihmNJYRPOMUFQzwTWGrMMXWY5PMTqZCCICNO_dI87BnkF4im_K2wpHqazWn1NlrHjpYZn11qVnPJ47GAblGZ7Me6amKeDzLzYNvv1J423F8rOy63p_ilj1_6QoO6_UavneE713c0-xg/s1600/043.+Happiness+is+meeting+SOL+Family+member.png" imageanchor="1" title="Happiness is meeting SOL Family member!" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgihmNJYRPOMUFQzwTWGrMMXWY5PMTqZCCICNO_dI87BnkF4im_K2wpHqazWn1NlrHjpYZn11qVnPJ47GAblGZ7Me6amKeDzLzYNvv1J423F8rOy63p_ilj1_6QoO6_UavneE713c0-xg/s400/043.+Happiness+is+meeting+SOL+Family+member.png" width="400" height="400" alt="Happiness is meeting SOL Family member!" /></a></div><br />
Happiness is meeting a SOL Family member. When Pratibha invited us for a meet and greet session, we happily accepted. We met at my place in the afternoon and she surprised us with gifts, which we did not expect. We discussed the launch date of SOL II, promotions and other creative ideas.
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Pratibha shared her experiences as part of the SOL Family and the benefits of being published with IndiAuthor compared to other publishers who charge contributing authors. Our conversation also touched upon various topics related to publishing and books. Pratibha's gift of a Ganesha idol touched our hearts. Thank you again. We had dinner at A2B and had a wonderful day overall.
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">Have you ever received a surprise gift? Spread Love!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">And here is a small poem dedicated to Vidhya…</span><br />
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<div style="font-family: Cambria, Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; text-align: right;">What makes you happy?<br />
LOVE?<br />
Or the love for you?<br />
You have the answers.
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When you know the answers,<br />
YOU,<br />
You are my sunshine...<br />
Love is a gift in itself!</div><br />
<div style="border: dashed 2px red; padding: 5px; text-align: center;">This post is published as a part of 50 Days of Happiness Challenge. Much Love!</div><br />
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Happiness is writing a short story during NaNoWriMo. My love for Blog-a-Ton inspired me to write a 4682-word story that I hope will keep readers engaged until the end. Happy reading!
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">Are you a passionate writer? Join us then! <a href="https://blog-a-ton.blogspot.com/2016/10/blogaton58.html">Blog-a-Ton 58 is here!</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">And here is a small poem dedicated to Vidhya…</span><br />
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<div style="font-family: Cambria, Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; text-align: right;">You are the words<br />
I love to write 50K<br />
Times this month<br />
To show my love for you.
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You take shape,<br />
As I type words,<br />
Sentences, and paragraphs<br />
And complete a story.
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Love you, my love!</div><br />
<div style="border: dashed 2px red; padding: 5px; text-align: center;">This post is published as a part of 50 Days of Happiness Challenge. Much Love!</div><br />
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Happiness is sleeping undisturbed. It's been 40 days, and every time I have written only about my happiness during the day time. I can't believe I forgot about the most common and simple happiness: sleeping. Of course, I have reduced my sleeping hours to catch up on other things, but it is very true that sleeping undisturbed is real happiness!<br />
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">Do you agree with me? How long do you like to sleep in 24 hours? Spread Love!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">And here is a small poem dedicated to Vidhya…</span><br />
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<div style="font-family: Cambria, Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; text-align: right;">Sleeping is happiness!
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Lying next to you,<br />
While sleeping is<br />
Real happiness!
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Hugging you, and<br />
Sleeping tight is<br />
True happiness!
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And sleeping,<br />
Undisturbed is the<br />
Height of happiness!</div><br />
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Happiness is receiving a handwritten letter. We live in the Facebook and WhatsApp era, where traditional postcards and greetings have changed to images, e-greetings, and GIFs, or popularly known as animated messages. I'm not complaining that technology has invaded privacy and changed everything to the web. What I miss is the cuteness and sweetness of letters and greeting cards of those days.
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I received a handwritten letter of appreciation and it made me smile. It prompted me to pen down this: Happiness is receiving a handwritten letter!<br />
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">Have you received a handwritten letter recently? Did it excite you? Share your experience. Spread Love!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">And here is a small poem dedicated to Vidhya…</span><br />
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<div style="font-family: Cambria, Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; text-align: right;">Even if I write<br />
100 poems a day<br />
Or blog daily,<br />
I'm not satisfied.<br />
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Whenever I write a poem,<br />
Not typing but writing one,<br />
Gives me immense satisfaction,<br />
Especially if it's for you, it's happiness!
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Happiness is participating in NaNoWriMo. In 2010, I took writing seriously and penned my first book, Three Knots. However, I could not write more than twenty thousand words. I was so immature when it came to writing then. Over the years, I started writing more and more short stories, more and more books - Searching Her, Love of an Anonymous Soul, Between the Sheets of Love, Twelve and Half. Other than Twelve and Half, the rest are individual books and I hope to someday edit and publish them in the future.
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This year, in February, I penned "Coffee Date" - a Valentine's gift for my beloved wife - in 11 nights, one Saturday, and one Sunday. I have discussed this book with a couple of publishers and received positive feedback. I will soon announce more about it. And I am all set to write the next book in the "Coffee Date" series. The plot is ready and I am starting today. Participating in NaNoWriMo, writing a daily blog, daily 4-12 line poems, working on Coffee Date 2: Believe in Miracles, and juggling office work and family life will be a challenge, but I am up for it. I hope I will be successful.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">Are you writing this time? <a href="https://nanowrimo.org/participants/saravanakumar-murugan/" target="_blank">I'm here...</a> Share it with us. Spread Love!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">And here is a small poem dedicated to Vidhya…</span><br />
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<div style="font-family: Cambria, Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; text-align: right;">Kiss me in my dreams,<br />
I pen it down, and<br />
I get it published;<br />
Just the way I like!<br />
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Kiss me in reality, and<br />
Say "I love you";<br />
All day and night,<br />
I keep it a secret!<br />
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Really?</div><br />
<div style="border: dashed 2px red; padding: 5px; text-align: center;">This post is published as a part of 50 Days of Happiness Challenge. Much Love!</div><br />
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Happiness is performing puja. In the world of science, where everything and anything is explained by science, performing puja to God or speaking about it is often considered illiteracy. However, many people still post festive greetings and blessings on social media platforms like Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. While it is okay to trust in God, it is important not to blindly trust or perform actions that are against humanity. Happy festival time!<br />
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">What’s your thought on this? Share your experience. Spread Love!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">And here is a small poem dedicated to Vidhya…</span><br />
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<div style="font-family: Cambria, Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; text-align: right;">Love is to me,<br />
Like Puja is to God.<br />
The more we involve,<br />
The more happiness we find!</div><br />
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Happiness is eating sweets. Can anyone imagine celebrating a festival without eating sweets? Is there anyone who claims to hate sweets? Sweets evoke happiness from within, creating a happy environment. Remember, a happy home is the key to success!<br />
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">Do you love eating sweets? Share your experience. Spread Love!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">And here is a small poem dedicated to Vidhya…</span><br />
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<div style="font-family: Cambria, Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; text-align: right;">Love thy people,<br />
Cooking sweets for you;<br />
Keeping you happy,<br />
Forever and ever!</div><br />
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