Friday, 25 September 2015

To Pee Or Not To Pee

To  Pee Or Not To Pee

“I am participating in the #SachchiAdvice Contest by MaxLife in Association with BlogAdda.’’…………..(2)

How many times have we travelled to far off places on a road trip? 

 Doctors from all over, irrespective of the type of practice they follow , advice us to be hydrated at all times. Especially while travelling in the hot, humid climate. Thus, religiously, like the words of God. We adhere to this advice. Pepsi, Thumbs-Up, Plain bottled water, and our very native naariyal paani…unadulterated, of course. And then we eat some nick-nacks. Sing songs, play games, gossip, joke, laugh and kat gaye raste.

 Oops,, now the bladders are overburdened. Time to unburden them.

Passing through the middle of nowhere. Its India. What does a normal Indian do? 

When in Rome, do as the Romans do. When in India, do as the Indians do !! 

Ever thought of watering the plants at home? Naah!!… too busy.! But now.. we have all the time in the world, and the urge too!! The entire Tempo Travelers’ load of travelers, scatters themselves to carry out the unburdening. The Indian mentality takes after the environment departments’ slogan to GROW MORE TREES, watering them is just as essential.

The younger generation are totally against this practice of using the open air during travel to relieve oneself. Whereas the older lot have no qualms, what so ever. 

Now, who is right? To pee or not to pee?? How much more basic can a debate get?
Or is it? 
My mind is working like the pendulum of the old grandfathers’ clock. Right-wrong. Right-wrong. 
Going through all the pros and cons

 Mentally going back to my biology class and the lessons on ‘’the functions of the kidney’’ learn't as a student. And the ways of our forefathers' times, when there were no loos at all.

Coming to light my Grandfather’s words of wisdom. Give back to Mother Earth, what you take from Her. So, just go ahead do that. Give back to Mother Earth, what you take from Her.

Having said that, just a word of caution, be aware that there is no one around to object, mistake you and tweet about your natures call!!
Another option: Insure your kidneys, if you want to control its functions.....SachiAdvice for Maxlife

“I am participating in the #SachchiAdvice Contest by MaxLife in Association with BlogAdda.’’

Tuesday, 22 September 2015

SachchiAdvice--- our inner voice

“I am participating in the #SachchiAdvice Contest by MaxLife in Association with BlogAdda

SachchiAdvice--- Our Inner Voice.

Being a person from Bangalore, have visited many a home during Ganapati Festival. As kids, we used to make a vow, to visit eleven Ganapati Pandals every year. Each one of us would carry a bag with eleven bright red hibiscus flowers, as offerings. (Believed to be Gana-Bappa’s favorite flower) and also,  that the number eleven is maintained. It is auspicious, no? that’s why !!

Ok. Here is secret no:1. This Elephant God made people pass their exams. No matter how well you have studied or not opened the text book pages, for that matter. Now, the second secret…we loved the black channa ‘’soondal’’ garnished with scraped coconut and coriander leaves,  and the heavily stuffed modaks, dipped in pure desi ghee. 
Both worked. 
Passed all exams in life so far and ate up all the yummy stuff served as Prasad. Walked around the area in search of the eleven Pandals and digested everything that was consumed.
Now, settled in Mumbai. Every second house has a Ganpati idol. Numerous committees and associations are set up for carrying out the celebrations. So much Dhoom and so much Dhaam. Eleven Ganpati count will be accomplished within just one mere housing complex.

Ganapati festival in Mumbai is by far the best one I have witnessed so far.

Now, my vow, every year is to visit the King of all Bappas…. The famous Lalbaugh Cha Raja. The queues here are more than serpentine. Time taken will be not less than 8 to 9 hours. Not to forget the sudden downpours, which is sure to drench you to the skin. And sometimes the over enthusiastic devotees bringing about a human stampede.  But this does not dampen my spirits to make my yearly visit.

VIP PASSES are made available to the well connected citizens of Mumbai. 

Wow!! This is great news. Can make an entry via some unknown route, touch the Lord’s feet and get back in 15 minutes flat. Surely God will bless you more, as you get to even touch His feet! 

Now, wait a minute.
Is this short-cut darshan the right thing to do? Does it have any sanctity? Will God still listen to me and answer all my prayers? 
My spiritual mind and my aged physical body are at war. 

Fixed!! In a real fix!

Now’s when the fine art of life which is hidden in the smallest and the most innocent experiences in our growing up years, is flash-backed.
What is taught by our elders, comes to our rescue. So who is the one who acts like a guiding force during such times to help us make a right and a reliable choice? 
Surprisingly….. whose #SachchiAdvice do we hear?



Decision taken. No more dilemma. No short cuts.
Here we are. In the serpentine queues.  Bearing the downpours.  Facing the stampede.

Totally Blessed and satisfied to the core. Ganapati Bappa Mourya!!

“I am participating in the #SachchiAdvice Contest by MaxLife in Association with BlogAdda

Tuesday, 15 September 2015

A Special Woman

A Special Woman

“I’m blogging for the India Today Woman Summit 2015 #WomenPower activity at BlogAdda.”

 Namaskar !!

The only way to know a woman’s wish is to give her a voice….and believe me…a woman has a loud voice, when she is given an opportunity to voice her opinion!
She may be a house wife, an ill-literate or just a nobody. Nature has wired her up in such a way, that her intuitions work right, more than half the time. It’s just her gut feelings. Her inner instinct. Her power. Believe in her and follow her,,,you will never go wrong. No repents, here.
She maybe your mother, grandmother, mother in law, wife, sister, daughter or daughter in law.  TRY HER !!
‘Do women want to be treated specially or equally? – Do men know the difference?’.
I am totally a Be Indian and Buy Indian type. A special treatment is what I strongly believe in. I like my man to look after me, feed me, clothe me and shelter me. In return, I will take care of his parents, his house, his stomach, bear him children, and make the best of his earnings to live the most luxurious life possible. And maybe a tad more.
Having a good education certainly helps a woman. It is said, a man is given education…the man learns. Whereas, when a woman is given education, her family learns. The nation learns.
Preference for sons over daughters is stated as the No.1 reason for sex selective abortions in India. Is this not because, people already know that women need that special touch?  Right from the time of conception, man is curious to know, whether that lucky embryo is a male or a female. The woman she is going to grow up to be is special. Many a times in India we wonder which one works better? Are we to help women who have lived under the patriarchal system for so long? Or must we completely shed off the power-play and bring an equilibrium in the balance of power? We don’t really know. But, the core answer to gender disparity lies in answering these questions. Now, ‘What does the woman want?’ This isn’t an easy question to answer. Or is it? . A number of countries with highly educated women still have low levels of female labor force. Why is this so?

India Today is organizing Woman Summit where influential women will speak and have colorful discussions around the topic of gender equality.   Now, who is this woman who stands up to air her views in public? Someone’s wife, mother or daughter, I’m sure.   
Every man likes this bold and independent, modern -day woman. The one who is takes the center stage and talks against all that is anti social. But, In his heart of hearts…, this same man,wants that outspoken woman to be someone else's wife. Not his!!
Again, I vehemently voice my opinion, that every woman is special, and needs to be treated as such. And every man knows it.

Dhanyavad !!

Sunday, 13 September 2015

When your dreams take a turn into a reality.

 This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

When your dreams take a turn into a reality.

After a rather hectic day, sat with my cuppa, to beat away the weariness and unwind the train of thoughts, all jumbled up.

Sorted out half the issues, of course, mentally and left the rest for another time. Now, its time for the brats to get back. Snacks all freshly made. Bath-towels, play clothes and shoes kept ready. Took a deep breath, to face the on coming bickering of the brats. And there it was…..!! He pulled my hair and she did that and he did this. 


Later, I sat with their homework and assessments to be completed. Just to check that nothing is left out. Clear a few doubts and explain certain pages, which they did not understand because of their wandering concentration in class.

Totally engrossed with my task on hand, something, at the corner of my eye, caught my attention. What was it? Or rather who was it?

A cherubic face, with bright, sparkling, wide round eyes, overflowing with curiosity, was all ears to my rumblings on the topic from the textbook.

Now, it was my turn to get curious. Called this child inside, and inquired his whereabouts. He turned out to be my maid’s son who loved to listen in on us, while his mother completed her chores. To my astonishment, he had picked up a reasonable measure of knowledge though his attendance was irregular.(and without my knowing of his presence!)  Always hyped-up with the problems in my life, I had never glanced beyond. 


My insides turned to realize there were less fortunate ones around me and my miseries were only ballooned up in my head. Old memories of me playing teacher-teacher rushed across my mind. Those days, I never had an audience, but I dreamt, I was the brilliant teacher teaching a class full of brilliant students. These dreams always flowed in and out of my head and never stood still. 

Today, out of the blue, decided to include a few more kids just to see if my, being a teacher dreams could come true. And they did!! The kids are happy. the kid's mummies’ are happy.
And my happiness knows no bounds. Inspiration is drawn from different sources. You never know when your dreams take a turn into a reality.
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.