HNY..An act of kindness ❤

​Hello everyone🙋

The first ☀Sunday of the year and welcome to my Sunday Gyaans [Sanskrit word for wisdom…(for all the new readers)]

He he he I am just kidding..😜
( Reposting this with few changes)
Wishing  you all a very Happy Happy New Year..💞🍫🍭🍬

It’s the new year bingooo…

Greetings being exchanged and resolutions made.. So what if only to be broken later 😛
Happy people everywhere, smiles and hopes of a blissful year ahead..

All said and done, what does the new year signify???
It’s the same You and the same Me, with just a dash of hope of things being better, the same work place, the same household chores, the same routine but just another year of holidays filled calendar!!

Anything changing?? Nope!! It’s just the outlook.
Year by year we grow old, get more wise and mature, things change, situations change, so then what does the new years passing by signify?!!

Do make a wish, dream a dream , think of something new, it’s just a mental thought,  it’s “The New Year ”  heralding an ocean of possibilities and hopes and dreams..💭

Let us start by trying to make a change in our lifestyle, like they say little drops of water make a mighty ocean!!
Little by little let us improvise on our lifestyle, do things you always wanted to do..
Say for example..(now here I go onnnnn…😛)

1.If not owning a dog, adopt a dog on the street, maybe by a small act of sharing a biscuit with it, feed the little birdies perched on your window sill and watch them fly back with high hopes of finding grains left by you every morning, doesn’t that make you happy??? 🐾

2.All of us are busy in our lives but just make some time to watch a plant grow, from a seedling, the way it unfurls, as tiny leaves emerge from within or even better watch a flower bloom. 🌷

3.How about cultivating a new hobby or just walk around your neighbour hood block,  pass a friendly smile to the  people on your morning walks..👣

4.Call your parents /grandparents and tell them about your work, even if they don’t understand the very fact you called them will make them happy..📞

5.Pen a song, let ur heart dance, read that book you always wanted to, clean your wardrobe and give away to the lesser privileged (they will remember you in the long winter evenings forever) 🎁

6.Give your spouse /kids a hug, tell your parents you love them…give them your time..⏳

7. Give an extra tip to the maid, smile at the watchman who opens the gate for you everyday, greet the sweeper who makes sure your chamber is clean, call a friend and chat away about old times, be super active, gossip around (it keeps your neuronal network active) 🔋

8.Go shopping and remember to buy something for the maids children..🍫🍬🍭

9.Give away the extra sweetmeats you wouldn’t want… it will make some one happy..🍴🍡

10. Say a ” Thank You ” irrespective of whether you are served a cup of tea at the restaurant/tea stall or to the vendor who packs your veggies and fruits, it will make their day more than the tips you offer..💗

Easy to tell/type but not so difficult to adopt right , try one thing at a time and see the difference it makes in your life, you will be the gainer at the end and you will be remembered for, if not by the big shots and important people but in the hearts ranging from that of a little stray dog 🐶 to the hearts of strangers..👱

Psstt:
Ooppzz sorry friends if this sounded  like some heavy duty Gyaan stuff but had to share my thoughts..Who knows , it might just make a difference to someone..
An act of kindness goes a long way..

So have a cheerful and a blessed year ahead…☺👒

Until next time, keep up the spirits and share away..💌

2016..The Good, The Bad and The Goods..😉

​Hello everyone..🙋

That’s me, Nee…😎

The year that was…📜

Ahhh what do I say…2016 saw me being super active on WordPress till October when my little bundle of joy 👶 arrived, making me go wheeee..💃💃💃

With my mommy duties  and cravings for an undisturbed sleep 🐼🐼🐼, I was totally blank with no thoughts or ideas or rants to post..

This is just a glimpse of the year that went by..📝
♠ January saw me freaking out with my besties..

With Sridi and Ruchi..

I was a carefree girl, what, with endless shopping, partying and  hogging sessions…💃

And the partying continues..😎

Ruchi – bro’s Anniv and D’s b’day celebs..

The flower show..🌺( Ruchi and Me)🌺

💗 Feb was pink (red) alert…Oopsie daisy the two pink lines appeared.. ahhh I had to be more careful and not go around jumping all over the town..

And Bingoooo along came a  tiny heartbeat too..Duk duk duk duk..💞💞💞

😖 March was the most ugliest month of all with my not so bestie morning sickness creeping in and refusing to leave me for a good two months..

Ahh the endless trips to the bathroom ,the nauseous feelings, the aversion to food saw me loosing 4 kgs..( and boy was I happy )
🌟Come  April  and wheeee I saw the little fetus..😍

All of 12 weeks..It was a dream come true..A feeling which can’t be explained seeing the tiny little one on the scan..💕💕💕

⛅ May, June and July saw me getting back to my normal routine with  renewed energy.. 🔋

It was fun with me enjoying the preggo status, getting pampered and meeting up with friends..👭👭

All welcome the baby bump..👏👏👏

🎀 August saw me going hugeeeeee…My lil one kept growing at a fast pace..And along came my Sis in law ( Ruchi)  to take care of me and my shopping spree continued..👜👗

I learnt to knit beanies..😊

Not to forget the endless chicken hogging sessions..yummm🍗🍖🍗

😎  September came by with a baby shower in tow.. 🎊

A traditional South Indian baby shower it was..

With Ruchi and D…

Enjoyed amidst family and friends..A memorable one indeed..

Fun time..💐

And then a Hospitalisation😵 session  just to make sure all was gud and there I was hospitalised yet  enjoying rather than being morse and tensed…😈
And as the days passed by..it was getting difficult for me to walk, sit, eat, 😞not to forget the pumpkins constant kicks..😃

🎃 October:  Along came my little pumpkin..

Ahh the feeling when I first saw her!!! Needs a separate post..🙈

RHEA..1st look…😍

Joined by my bro and sis in law, we had a wonderful time..A complete family..🎊

Happy Diwali..☄

RHEA 1 month…🌟

We celebrated baby’s  first diwali..One month..Our anniversary..My birthday..with the little one enjoying 3 cake cutting sessions even before she turned 2 months old..😃

And it goes onn….🎄🎉🎀🎁

👀What do I look forward to,  this new year..👀 👀
Ahaaa..hmmmm..errrrr…nothing much..no specific resolutions  cause I don’t stick to them but yes, every passing year I find myself evolving to be more mature.. ( Off which I am  glad about )
I just want this year to go peacefully with my loved ones and my cutie pie…

Basically to  just go with the flow..
A silent prayer to god to keep my dad healthy,  hearty and in good spirits..💕💕💕
So once again I am really happy to share this with my wonderful wordpress friends.. 😃

Pssst….

Not sounding overtly dramatic 

Hope all of your dreams come true too..

May all of you achieve what  you have always wanted..

Let good health and peace prevail..

Make some one happy each day with a little act of kindness..( m still trying too)

Live and let live..💕💕💕💕

And let’s all  jingaa la la la hooo people!!!💃💃💃
Until next year… It’s the time to disco ..whoo hooo

(This year it’s two of my favourite catchy numbers, The Break up song and Kala chasma..😎)

🎄Merry Christmas🎄🎅

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🎄🎅Hellooo everyone..🙋

Here’s wishing all my friends  a Merry Christmas..🎅🎉🎊🎈

It’s the season to Share..Love and Celebrate..💝
Ahh this year, it’s special as my lil one celebrates her first Christmas..So I hope to make it memorable for her..👶

That’s my lil one making her wordpress debut😜😊

A few of my chritsmas favourites ( these don’t change,they are the same every year 😜)

🎄My Fav carol-Joy to the world

🎄Fav story- Gift of the Magi

🎄Fav Christmas decorations- The star hanging outside our home

🎄Fav memory..Me and my brother going candy shopping with our Dad..

🎄Fav Christmas treat- Roast chicken with potatoes

🎄Favourite Sweetmeat-  Pudding

🎄Favourite movie – More than one..

A chritsmas carol, Jingle all the way and Home Alone..

Do tell me your’s..😁

Without missing out on the Christmas fun and spirit..🎊🎈Here’s wishing everyone again, a very very Merry Christmas..🎉💝🎄🎈🎊🎅💞

Until next time Jingle away…💞💞💞

Anddd I am back..!!!

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Hey everyone..🙋

It’s been a long long time and I have been long long gone..🙈

We welcomed our little Pumpkin..

A baby girl this october..👶

So  been busy with the little one..

Motherhood can sure be tasking and I am learning that..😧

Writing this post at 4 in the morning, post a feeding session,where my little pumpkin pie refuses to sleep in her cradle and needs mummas lap to sleep in..I couldn’t resist sharing my thoughts..😃

Many a times the urge to write 📝creeped in but thanks to sleepless nights, the little energy I have is used up in work which m slowly learning..To be a MOM👩➡👶

I wonder if now on my posts will be related on me being a new mom..or about my daughter..or reminiscing the long bygone days of being a carefree girl with no tiny human clinging to me and needing me all time..

Now that’s for another day..
As of now, Thanks to friends like M..(Tingle ur taste buds), Pri( That mishmash) and Garfield hugs, the lovely friends I have made in this blogging world,who kept me motivated throughout and were always in touch with me,  m tempted to post again..😬

Everytime I hear a ping or see a  WP notification, I am soooo wanting to log in and read or post, but given the sleepless nights, all I wanto do is sleep, sleep and sleep in the little time when my bumble bee is asleep..💤💤💤

Hope to keep posting..

Until then,here’s to a beginning of a new chapter..🍻

HID!! What does Independence mean to you??

First of all here’s wishing everyone, all my Indian friends here and abroad a very very  happy independence day.
If you ask me I love my country,
I am a mixed South Indian and proud of my roots.
Yes the West does appeal to me, Whenever I watch “The English movies” (that’s how we call  Hollywood) I sometimes wish and think how things would have been if I were an Indian born and brought up abroad but nope I loveeeeeee being a Southy  (that’s how we are referred too)  Coming to a bit more serious topic.. What is true Independence for you?? This question applies to all my reader friends from all Nations across the world.
For me personally, growing up in an open minded family (most Indian families are orthodox so) being treated equally, in fact being given more importance and attention than my brother as I am the younger one, so more pampering ensured, I never had an area where i felt I was confined and restrained.
I was brought up totally independent, always was and I am still.
So my views on true meaning of independence is different.
For me, today, being independent means being able to come back home at 10 p.m without having to worry about being a GIRL out at NIGHT.
Being able to wear what I want.. Even today we have  people staring at you when you wear a frock or a skirt, Being able to dress freely without having to worry about being gaped at or have men oggling at you, be it the malls or the  movies.
Being able to wear what I want without having to worry about covering up my arms or butt.
Being able to go for my walks on the roads without worrying about it being safe or not!
Not having to carry a pocket knife every time I go out alone in the evenings.
Even in today’s modern day, there are companies and workplaces who look down upon pregnant women or woman who have taken maternity leave or planning for one. It’s like as if  they have committed a crime being pregnant..
I have had my boss scream at me (even before I was married) telling us, “You girls are so useless, you come here only to get pregnant!! ” Just imagine his audacity.. ( He is one of the top surgeons in India, an educated doc who has two children.. Just cause his wife did not have to take leave doesn’t mean we all are privileged that way.. We need  to study, work and make babies too)
I have had many friends go  through hell when they were pregnant, As the bosses and other staff either bitch about them behind their back or act too sympathetic in front of them.
Why do they forget, It’s a physiological  phenomenon not a contagious disease or a sin!!
I have friends who tell me its totally different in the West, Pregnant woman are treated  with so much more respect. I definitely would want a change in this aspect, that’s when the true feeling of being free will seep in for me.
Being independent means the willingness to board a cab/taxi or an auto without having to call your parents and family and Inform the vehicle number, without having to keep an eye on the driver (so many cases of rape have taken place this way,  so better to be cautious than sorry)
Being independent would mean not having to worry and live in a constant fear about your friend’s little daughters safety, the constant fear of hearing little girls being molested and raped in a sacred institution like school.
The true essence of feeling  independent would be when I don’t have to expect a rude abusive answer or a harried look from the bus conductor when I ask for my return change for the ticket I have purchased or have an argument with the auto driver over the excess fare he demands.
This is the independent world we live in.
I do love my country, Pardon me if I am sounding toooo patriotic but yes indeed i feel blessed to be born here but everything comes with it’s own drawbacks and these are  just a few of my rants at what being truly independent means to me.
What does true independence  mean to you??Do share in your views..

The First Look!!

The first look…

She saw him walk down the road leading to the college building from the hostel. A first year medical student herself, she stood there sipping her hot tea, watching the guy walk by past her.
Oh god! What a face!! Totally bored, disinterested, unshaven face, tall, moderately physiqued, and shabbily dressed, chronic patient looking guy walking towards the main building.
She wondered, still sipping her tea, why do such people even attempt to take up medicine?!! This guy for sure must have been pressurised by his parents to become a doctor or an engineer as was the norm these days and he having no say, must have meekly agreed and here he was, making an extremely so called difficult trekking trip to the colleges second floor.
She glanced at her watch, yelped and ran towards the building for she did not want to be late for her classes, more importantly to catch hold of the last but four benches.

It was a routine sight to watch students rush past everyone, like a 100 metre race and make a dash into the classroom much to the amusement of the professor, who would be standing and watching them enter the classroom, thinking what a lively studious lot!! Sooo very interested in studies, when actually it was the opposite!! Students running in to capture the middle benches, cause that way they would not be asked to come down and be seated in the front row, which were always empty, (save, for one or two seats being occupied by the Einstein’s of the class, doing a E=MC squares even during recess) and in turn be bored to death or would not be caught falling asleep during the hour long lecture.
She ran past the.. (Lets call him the Chronic Patient dude!! ) So, she ran past the CP dude, who was still making an effort and contemplating on whether or not to attend the class.
Her friends had already reserved a place for her in the middle row. She happily hi-fived them and sat down asking them the topic for the day.
The class started and five minutes later, a drowsy,  extremely bored voice broke the monotonous drawl of the professor, “Sir may I come in??” The professor turned towards the door and so did the entire class and there stood our CP dude, with ruffled hair, stubbled bored face, shirt Half-tucked in, hands in pockets, chewing on a gum stylishly (which even a cow would  feel outrunned to while chewing  cud), with a black back pack ( hanging half way behind him, as if it was hanging off a cliff and crying for help).
He jus walked into the class, completely oblivious to the interruption he had just caused, or to the action potential class which the professor of physiology was so painstakingly explaining and that’s when the hatred started.
She wondered.. Ughhh !! Why do such people even take up medicine??!! How would  such a guy become a doctor and save human lives or mend a broken wrist or suture a wound or do a lumbar puncture( without it ending up in a spinal cord herniation ) or understand the complexities of a women in labour( let alone deliver a baby).
A loud yawn brought her back to her senses only to realise our chronic patient was seated right behind her where his friends had reserved a place for him. She seethed in anger and suddenly she realised, why was she over reacting?? Even she wasn’t any exception, she was sure half or more than half  the people in her class room did not want to be there, let alone survive an hour long class, on mechanisms of electrical potentials in the human body. She let out a biguhhh sigh and stopped her wandering mind from over-analysing stuff and tried to concentrate on the poor professors teachings, amidst constant loud yawns playing in the background by, you-know-who, and suppressing her giggles every time she heard one.
A very much of a first look she had that day, completely unaware of  more such looks coming up in the next few years.

**A series of events to follow…;-)

A PIG??!!!

It’s been a long time since my last post..nothing seemed to excite me much…thoughts went blank and then again the same old thoughts of people’s perception of beauty set me thinking…

What’s so special about beauty???
The first thing which comes to your mind?? yeah beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder you would say and what more??come on go on..its just that???
Is a persons beauty just in his/ her looks?? So what about the so called inner beauty??? Volumes and volumes of books have been written on the so called inner beauty!! What about all that??
Ok agreed we first do look at a persons physical/ facial appearance.
Some have a pleasant face and some a crude one, so our impressions are already made.
Whether we are going to like this person or not, atleast an initial impression is made ok and then next what?? The person opens his/her mouth to talk and two things happen..either an avalanche sets in and we are more doomed and horrified and pray and wish to disappear that very instant from there unable to listen to their talks or we are even more impressed and awestruck!!
So…what  is beauty exactly?? I know such a silly question but just spare a thought, delve into it..is it just the outward external appearance??
Is that what its all about?? That way every body would be considered ugly cause not one person is perfect!!
If you have a fully pleasant and a  charming face, rest assured you have crooked teeth!! If you have an awesome body structure a perfect figure, you have dark skin!!
If you have an amazing smile but oops what happened to that hair on your head???sorry it looks like a birds nest to me!!
If you have a handsome personality and charming manners, oh wait!! Ur nose!!! Eeeks it’s either tooooo long or tooo broad or doesn’t exist at all!!!
So tell me one person who is really  perfect and bingo every Indian answers, “Oooooo Aishwarya rai!!” Really??? No offence meant but come on people have you seen her smile??? it’s so fake and artificial and all made up, compare her smile to Madhuri dixits or the yester years heroine Madhubala and now tell me if she’s perfect?? (why the poor Aishwarya who is the most beautiful woman in the world, who set the screens soaring in dhoom 2 was taunted and made fun off and was the butt of all jokes when she put on weight post pregnancy!!)
Talking of the young gen, you would say Katrina or Priyanka?? Really??Again?? after all the nose jobs and the edematous lips, you really think they are perfect???
(no offence again but just a thought )

It’s the need to look beautiful, picture perfect and pretty which drives even the most gorgeous of women to surgeries to enhance their bust or straighten their nose or have ant bitten puffy lips or get punctured 100 times for botox!!
Then what about normal common women like you and me?? Who aren’t privileged enough to undergo the same and yet we are compared to the celebrities…
Every one wants a daughter in law like Aishwarya, a wife like Katrina, a sister in law like Dipika!!
My answer??? Ok fine..come on shell out the money and you will have a babe wife and a prized catch bahu!!
People!! These celebrities have everything, they don’t have to worry about endless maths and physics theorems, equations and formulas to be mugged up and solved or the next days viva or about the baby’s diaper being changed or the milk,eggs and vegetables being over or what to cook for breakfast or worry over the children’s homework!!
It isn’t just me, its the common thoughts echoed from every woman’s mind.

All women young and old have gone through this dilemma, this absurd feeling of inferiority atleast once in their lives. What’s more important now is realizing you can’t be perfect!!
Yes you can try to be presentable but not perfect cause no one is and no one shall ever be but some things are best left as it is!!
You are beautiful as you are, in your own dark skin, beautiful with a broad blobby nose, beautiful even with thin almost there lips or a blink and you miss it eyebrows, beautiful in your huge curvy/anorexic frames.

Its time to realize to be healthy and happy in your own skin, the people who matter will love you no matter how you look, they will look beyond imperfections and beauty cause beauty is not what life is all about.

Ever thought of the crippled lady struck with polio, maybe being the same age as you are and having the same dreams as you do but not able to live it up due to no fault of hers or the homeless folk who strive to have one piece of bread and who couldn’t care less how they look, their children playing in the mud quite unaware and carefree of the infections they might catch.
Ever spared a thought to the poor women, who maybe your maid, the sweeper in your office, the fruit vendor/flower seller struggling to make both ends meet and not worried about which skin cream and hair gel to apply or which spa suits her the best.
We should consider ourselves lucky that God had blessed us with a complete set of functioning arms and legs, a proper presentable face irrespective of the skin colour and a smile to go with it, not necessarily a pretty one but a pleasant one.
A smiling face is always attractive and be thankful that we are healthy and not necessarily pretty for others to see. Remember it’s their problem not ours, if they can’t find the hidden beauty each one of us hold, we are pretty in our own eyes and of course for our parents, so live it up and enjoy each and everyday and thank God for all the beauty he has imbibed in us..remember we are precious to someone special!!  🙂
Of course we are PIG s…
Pretty Indian Girls!!!

** My set of pretty women…daring and independent..young at heart and soul and proud of it..**

A page from Memories!!!

It’s weird…the feeling is weird…10 years ago on this day…a poem was written for someone, someone she thought she loved for the first time. Crushes she had many in the past but mere crushes they were, but she thought this was it!! Maybe this was the one she was waiting for!!! Little did she know that she would be sooo very wrong. In the coming years she would be praying to God and thanking Him that good this did not work out.
As she looked back at the years that had passed she still felt she missed him, but she knew in her heart of hearts it was never meant to be.
They were quite opposite…She, the quiet at times in front of strangers, other times the bubbly, cheerful, talkative girl,a total hardcore filmy romantic at heart, a girl fed on an average dosage of bollywood films, doing a talkathon like Kajol or dancing around with her duppata like Madhuri or dressing up completely in white, matching from top to down all in white, a la Sridevi.
A cheerful, happy go lucky young girl of 19, who’s world revolved around books…dance…shopping!!!
He?? He was quite opposite, an angry young man types, of an Haryanvi origin, flirtatious in nature, bored and always confined to his group of friends, oh save the many occasions spent on checking out girls!! Still trying to figure out what was He doing here in this college, a party freak and a total mama’s boy.
So here was our filmy heroine falling for the gabru jawan, waiting to celebrate his birthday, waiting to tell him how her heart went into arrhythmias every time He walked by. He as usual was enjoying every bit of the attention she was bestowing on him.
His birthday!! Ohh she was waiting for it since ages, not knowing what to do and how to do anything. She had bought a cute dolphins calender, the one which had quotes and philosophical sayings with dolphin pictures on each page for each day, she hoped everyday, when He would wake up to change it maybe He would remember her (again soo filmy) This particular piece of priceless treasure (according to her) was bought months in advance cause she was worried she wouldn’t have enough time to shop with the internal exams coming up during his birthday, so she studied hard beforehand so she could afford to waste time and be lost in his thoughts  🙂
Next, she took time during her study breaks and made a beautiful heart shaped card, the entire card was sketched red, not painted, as she felt the sketch pen would give it more depth as it blotted the card akin to her feelings which were soo very deep for him (the things young girls think and do.. gaaawd!!)  She beautifully and very very carefully wrote his name inside it with a wish and she made another card a simpler one with lots of glitter added to it, with a poem which she had composed exclusively for him, the wordings of which were something like this…
” Your friendship ……..It’s a feeling I could hit the ceiling…..” a cute poem wishing him lots of  happiness. She did not want it to be an overt display of affection, so she tried to keep it to a minimum (according to her again.. duh huh)
Since his birthday was falling on a Sunday and she couldn’t meet him, she ran upto him after the class the previous day and gave him the packets which she so lovingly had gift wrapped and wished him in advance. He was confused and not knowing what to do thanked her and took the packets and off she ran away happy as ever, telling him she would call him that night.
Came the night before his birthday she took his room mates number (the dude in question did not own a mobile phone! In those days not everyone had one and He being least interested in such things did not want one)
She waited for the clock to strike 12!! On the same day her hostel mate had her birthday too. It was a norm in the hostel to cut cakes and have a party at midnight, so she hurriedly went and wished her friend and she ran out to the hostels main gate (for some quietness) and dialled his roomys number with shaky hands, she could feel her own heart beats and then the phone went Helloooo….. she could muster just enough courage to wish him a happy birthday!! Her head was spinning, was it the time to tell him??no no it would not be nice…what if she ended up spoiling his day…no no!! she hesitated and so she just hung up after basic talks and went back to enjoy her friends birthday. She spent the next day brooding over what was going on in his mind, with her textbooks open, hardly ever reading a word. The next day she trotted absent mindedly to the class revising the histopath slides, Just before she entered the class, our dude came running up to her, called out her name( I told you our madam is soo very filmy, so each instance is described here) she was jumping away with joy cause he had called her name. (She was just short of swooning 🙂 ) She just kept staring at him as he handed her a chocolate bar ( feeling, a true SRK style with violins playing around her and lightening and storms flashing in her mind)  she just uttered a “Thank you” still amazed and happy and confused and everything which words couldn’t  describe.
Indeed it was a feeling, she could hit the ceiling!!!

She glanced at the chocolate bar in her hands and still dazed she walked upto her friends and wrote her exam with a happy, bubbling mind.
That evening she distributed the chocolate bar, as if it was a Prasad to everyone close to her, including the security aunty who was her friend, who sat with her on the hostels front porch, at nights, in the cold, the ” N ” number of times our madam wanted to catch a glimpse of our dude walk by to his hostel and occasionally he would turn and look in the direction of girls hostel and finding her there would wave back at her and she would be jumping with joy that He saw her and waved at Her ( Omg Meee??!!! He actually waved at ME?? She would think…)
She had just one piece of the Prasad chocolate ( she considered it so divine) and she neatly wrapped back the gold foil and the wrapper and kept it in her diary and made a note of it, that it was given to her by the guy who made her hit the ceiling!!
Today 10 years down the lane…she remembers the incidences, what  lovely memories…..
Though things did not work out between them and they moved on, she still savours the memories and the sweet kiddish antics of hers and her friends who helped her out…
The childishness of those days makes her smile..what a crazy nut she was and her even greater crack pot friends who were with her always plotting and planning and crying with her…her  partners in crime, fun and anguish..

*** Heres wishing our dude a very Happy birthday, wherever you are have fun…
and
Also to the best friends of medical school…the crazy lott..
( Love you and miss you guys  🙂 )  Cheerssss!!!

Happy Feet!!

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I am sure all of you must have come across articles featuring the feel and the healing touch of our hands..Palms to be more precise..How our two tiny little hands, help us out with our day to day activities and stories of  having the healing touch or having held a baby so dearly, but have you ever wondered about our Feet???Ok, let’s not make this hands versus feet thing or an essay, on the importance of feet!! This is just to remind us of how important our two marching soldiers, carriers of our enormous frames are treated by people…The scenarios…

Take the example of an overweight person..Running! Jogging! Skipping!! In order to reduce his/her tummy, arms and bottoms, but putting the most pressure on his two feet!! Just to get his flab moving and wobble around a bit, but who takes the brunt of it all?? His two tiny feet!!! Which devoid of any fat yet, is subjected and succumbs to the countless skips and endless jogs…

Ever thought about the hawker or the fruit vendor who loaded with an entire cart of goods moves from house to house, lane to lane, selling his wares and indirectly taxes his poor feet, which do their duty silently and enable him to travel without spending an extra rupee and help him feed his family. The same goes for the cycle rickshaw pullers or the hand cart pullers who, for a meagre sum, cycle/run around with kilograms and kilograms of human weight, piled up in their rickshaws…

Spare a thought for our very own house maid, who walks miles and miles every day, sometimes twice a day, so that our houses are all spick and span, running up and down our stairs drying clothes,  fetching water, watering our plants, mopping, cleaning, everything! Up and about on her two feet, which are always utmost cracked and fissured, resting and finding comfort in her torn and umpteen times mended rubber footwear…

Ever wondered about the  bus conductor, who mounts and dismounts several people in a course of a day, through the many trips the bus takes, to and forth, between various destinations. In spite of having a special seat reserved for him, he readily offers his seat, to the women or the elderly passengers boarding his bus and moves about on his two feet standing for long durations which ultimately subjects him to pain in the form of varicose veins, all for what?? Selflessly helping!!

Ok, now this may sound more of a medical journal but could not help noting it…

The curious case of the chronic smoker, who not only harms people around him and his lungs but also subjects his feet to chronic pain and severe cramps over a course of time, setting off a chain reaction involving his arteries or the uncontrolled diabetic  who cries over a lost toe..Who takes the pain?? The feet!!

What about the new born..?? First the nurses, then the parents, then the relatives, all first lookout and count the number of toes and fingers and cringe if the baby is found with a missing toe or an additional one, any one of which, if, god forbid the baby had, would subject the parents to trauma and the baby to endless tests to rule out genetic conditions.10 toes!! A pretty number! Happy parents and a smiling baby!! That’s what everyone wants..

Ok, Imagine ourselves, walking on the beach, our feet sinking into the smooth sand underneath or just standing and watching as the waves splash us and retract back, sinking our feet even more deeper or the ‘N’ number of times as a child, we demolished each other’s sand castles or ran away every time the waves approached us or the times we mimicked the crabs, walking sideways or bent occasionally during play or on long walks to collect shells pricking our feet…

Finally, take the case of us Women…Oh!! Who wouldn’t love to get pampered and looked upon on?? And if it involves pampering our feet, even better!! So, it is not as if the feet are always subjected to torture and pain. Credit goes to us women for the invent of pedicures (which the men folk are increasingly getting interested in these days) the splurging involved??? Now that is another story!! 🙂  Nothing compared to a happy and scrubbed feet!!

They say a man is judged by the footwear he adorns, then what about his feet??? Which embrace his footwear irrespective of being bought from a big show room for hundreds of rupees or off the footpath for a hundred rupees!! Aren’t they (the feet) entitled to a little love and affection too?? So, a little pampering of our own personalised chariots, a little care, an occasional scrub and lots of love to our twinkly toes and bingo! We are up and about on our HAPPY FEET!!!