Tuesday, May 22, 2018

THE SELFIE OF THE MOST PERFECT MOMENT!!


THE SELFIE OF THE MOST PERFECT MOMENT!!
We know every photo has a story behind, So also every SELFIE. The Selfie I am talking about here is not very ideal one in terms of its photogenic attributes.  But this one is very close to us since it was a moment which we hardly had imagined that it would come…
Here is why…
5th November 2017,
In the evening my hubby brought an oppo A37, for my just-into-teens son, the first smart phone of his life. Even though we never liked our teenaged son to have his own smart phone so early in his life, but since he was going out for a week for his school trip, so we didn’t have an option than to get a phone for him. He was in the clouds nine. We were out to celebrate his specially moment “Hola, Finally I got a phone of my own!!” with a family dinner at our favourite restaurant. That’s when my hubby’s phone rang that changed the colour of his face. After the call he seemed terribly upset.  Sensing something awfully wrong I didn’t dare to ask him anything that moment Seeing the change of his mood, we decided to end our celebration abruptly.
We reached home. Then he revealed what had gone wrong. Following a suddenly developed severe stomach pain my 72 year old father-in-Law had been admitted to Apollo Hospital Bhubaneswar. Doctor had advised an emergency operation. It was scheduled to be done around 12.30 a.m. that day itself.
I know life is unpredictable. But that was something erratically unpredictable.  Just a day before I had a hearty talk with him in his B-day.
Well, we were at Mumbai. So other than praying we didn’t have any option to do anything.
Next morning, we heard Doctors weren’t hopeful for his survival as he was already 70plus ever if the surgery was successful. The next 72 hours were extremely significant as that would decide his fate depending upon "how his body was responding to the recovery". 

Next morning My son Pupun left for his school trip to Rajasthan, The day after I left for Odisha.
As I saw him lying on the bed in the ICU, a beat skipped my heart. He just tried to smile and enquired about his son and grandson.
The days passed-by. He was still in ICU. After a week, my son -after returning from his trip - and my hubby travelled to Odisha.
It was already more than 10 days in ICU but still doctors weren’t hopeful for his survival. After 15+days in ICU, he was finally shifted to a private room in the hospital.  By that time my Father-in-law was able to speak few words. In the room only both Grandson and Grandfather could meet for the first time.
After their wordless exchange of emotion, my Son told him, “Dadu, Jaldi se thik ho jao, I want to have a SELFIE with You with your perfect and signature style smile in My Grand New Phone. And then we will play cards, you remember right, last time you had won by 2 points. This time, be prepared to be defeated.”
 I don’t know what did this Grandpa-son duo communicate that moment, but Doctor had told us that probably those were his last few days. And you know what; it’s really terrible to go through such times. Even my Mother-in-Law had dried eyes as she realised that its impossible to escape the Inevitable.  
Well, after two days we had our flights to Mumbai. My hubby had some professional compulsion which couldn’t be avoided. It was tough to leave him like that. However in the back of our minds we were prepared to hear “Anything Uncanny” and rush to Odisha at any moment.
In our last visit to hospital before our return to Mumbai, my son told him in his ear “Dadu, Mumbai Ja raha huin, Next time I visit, Be ready with your smile for the SELFIE…Okay.”It was a poignant & heart-rending moment for us inexpressible in words
Thank God, Things changed. He was discharged from the hospital after a week and brought to home. He had shown positive developments and responded well to the treatment.
We were happy hearing his improvement day-by-day.  Soon, the thought of losing him vanished from our thoughts.
On 3rd March, 2018, we reached Bhubaneswar airport. Our trip was to attend the marriage ceremony of my niece at Cuttack. We board an Ola and straight away headed to my in-laws place at Outskirt of Bhubaneswar.  
As we reached, My Mother-In-Law opened the door while My Ex Army Hero  Baba (FIL) greeted us with Broad smile. He was sitting on the floor and watching TV
LORD!!!
I can’t say how much we had missed his Signature Style Smile!!! It was an AWESOME MOMENT!!!
Then He asked my son to have a SELFIE immediately even before he had removed the shoes. My God!! He had registered my son’s words!!!
And That Was the MOMENT Captured in this SELFIE!! 
Now he is fit and fine and ready to take challenges from his grand children as many times. Now isn’t it AMAZING!!!



I agree it’s not a PERFECT SELFIE. But as I was surfing my Album for the SELFIES for this activity, I felt This One Only had captured the PRECISE, MOST PERFECT MOMENT and FROZEN it in time forever. Yah…Seriously….!!!

Out of the numerous selfies in My Album this one is most close to my heart. I wish, that time we had the option of Mobiistar, then we would have given it to Our SON and he would have taken a PERFECT Selfie For this Most Perfect Moment!!  Mobiistar indeed  has invested efforts on mobile technology adoption and expanding selfie experience for India. With its DUAL SELFIE camera comes up with high quality technology that helps capturing Perfect SELFIES. And the best thing is it is affordable and economical. Isn’t it affordability of Quality without Compromising on price?? 
Now We can #EnjoyMore With #mobiistar.


MEMORIES!!!!! 




Monday, May 21, 2018

WE HATE COMBS!



No, No, It’s not any kind of Campaign so though it sounds like one. Actually its something I stumbled upon.  That day, i was travelling by a shared auto to Vashi railway station. I was seated in between a healthy lady and a medium-built man probably in his late 50s. Since I was nearly sandwiched by my two co-passengers, I couldn't able to find any place to get my mobile out & hold it on my hand and do random surfing...that I usually do. However the Man on my right was fully engrossed in his smart phone and he had held it almost before me. And the problem was since his phone was around 6.5 in screen size, everything was quite visible even with a slight glance. It was difficult for me not-to-look at...though I was trying hard. And then it caught my eye. It was a WHATSAPP GROUP in his mobile.... WE HATE COMBS.

I could not stop laughing as then only I noticed that he was HALF BALD. He noticed my laughter yet he didn't take his phone away from my sight. Anyway I had to control my laughter. At some distance, the lady on my left got off the auto. Now, only two of us remain there. He seemed to be a friendly person, so I could dare to say "never thought of such a WA group could be there." He smiled and then explained how one of his colleagues made that group and all the bald, semi bald and partially bald persons they came across was added to it. At present around 115 members are already there in that group. And the typical thing about that group is... When a member does something....other members share pics of COMBS to pull his leg. Means images of COMB is literally use as a LEG PULLING weapon. 
It was really an interesting encounter.
Our Destination came. While parting I told him...
"But this is unfair... Why Hate combs?? I don't thing Comb has any role in making anyone bald. Isn't it?? Aap ka takla hone mein bechare Kangi ka kyaaa dosh??"
He had a hearty laugh and then said, "Yes, You have a point." 

Seriously!! It was such an amazing experience!!!
Everyone has something really interesting in their lives and that's the beauty of it...Isn’t It??
What say????

Friday, May 4, 2018

The Chaiwala and the Job satisfaction!!



The Chaiwala Tea with and the Job satisfaction!!
I was waiting for my friend near the auto stand when I noticed him...The Tea Vendor. I decided to have a cup of tea till my friend reach there.  An exorbitant self in himself, he served me tea with a broad smile.   That stimulated   an urge in me to have a chat with him.  He is Shashi Setty, having this livelihood since more than two decades; he had inherited this tea outlet from his Chacha in his late teens.  This tea outlet, though could never earn him extra or surplus bugs, but had always offered enough for survival. Of late he has started a small shop for chips,  vadapav, bread and other such stuffs to cater his tea customers in particular and the nearby societies in general. 
"Though need for more will always be there, but I am content with what life has given me" said he as I was left that place.  
The only thing that winked in my mind knowing a bit about him was "is it called Job Satisfaction!!"
Though the look of His Shop under the banner of ".......Pragatishil Bharat" was depicting a ocular stark irony, but his inner-self was something going perfectly well with it as content and job-satisfaction has become a rare commodity these days.  
The photo was taken at sector 14, Vashi.  

Monday, April 30, 2018

Z FOR ZINI – The Cat Who Left a Paw Print on My Heart



Z FOR ZINI – The Cat Who Left a Paw Print on My Heart

ZINI was the name I had given her. No, no, I‘m not at all a cat lover. In fact not even a pet lover. I’m more precisely a Zoo-phobic if not just Ailurophobic or Cynophobic.  I fear animals for one particular reason. Neither I can’t touch them nor can I handle their touch. I get an extra sensation, a kind of Goosebumps even with the thought of the “TOUCH”.
It was way back in my mid nineties. Almost two decades ago. I was in 8th Standard then. My schooling had been from a residential school. So I used to stay in hostel. One lazy afternoon, I heard something which felt like someone crying in pain. I came out of my room and crossed the narrow corridor and proceeded to the open veranda from where the sound was coming. On my reaching, I found a little kitten was trapped at one corner of the walls that enclosed the veranda from three sides between a tree branch (from outer side) and some stuffs kept in sack by the hostel caretaker. I felt bad and looked for someone around who can help it get out of it. However, I could find no one around. I couldn’t think of rescuing it even though felt pity for the poor creature.
Merciless you can say me but I turned back to return to my room. However after few steps I couldn’t make another move and got back to the veranda again. I looked for some long sticks or something like that by which I can help it out but in vain. It was incessantly crying and the sound was quite piercing. Helpless, finally I rushed the water pump room in one of the corner of veranda and I got the ladder that was kept in it and positioned it against wall where the kitten was trapped. I climbed it and tried to move the sack. But kitten was trapped with the branch of the tree with one of its leg getting entangled with it. It was easy to get out of it but the poor creature didn’t know the trick. Finally I had to overlook all my sensations and caught hold of it and got it out of the branch smoothly. Climbed down and kept it on the veranda. Few moments, it didn’t move and just said “meon meon...” I looked at its jelly like two eyes which were filled with tears I guess. It seemed terrified, pained and hungry. I brought a bowl full of amul powder wala milk which it slurped slowly though.
Looking at my “Mission Rescue Cat “few of my roommates got up and pampered it well. I didn’t know how I did it. I gave her the name ZINI. It seemed it was parted from its mother. How it got up to the wall, is still a mystery to me.  After that, it roamed around being pampered and fed by the girls in the hostel.  It became a familiar member of the hostel as it grew up.
However, whenever I used to be in the hostel it would come to the door of our room and say “meon, meon....” such an attention seeking creature it was. I must say, I did never hold it again in my hand & never embrace it. But it seemed we had established a bond. And the best thing was after every vacation, whenever I used to return, within moments I would find her at my doorstep. In the hostel it was NICK Named Tinu’s Ladli. We had to change room also every year as rule by the hostel administration but ZINI was smart enough to find out my room.
However when I was in mid of 11th standard, I noticed ZINI was nowhere around. I searched for it so did other girls. But it was nowhere. We looked for it outside the hostel too but couldn’t find it. I missed it like anything and had tears in my eyes. I didn’t know if I would ever find myself falling in love with a cat or an animal for that matter.  But ZINI wasn’t just a cat I guess. It had already left a paw print in my heart.
Unfortunately that time unlike these days we had no resources to keep pictures. But ZINI – with its jelly like eyes, her face is as fresh as ever in my mental screen...
I could never love any other cat after that the way I loved ZINI though I found a shadow it in other cats.....



This is my Post for DAY – 26For the Alphabet Z  In #AToZChallenge by #Blogchatter #BlogchatterA2Z  
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Saturday, April 28, 2018

Y FOR YELLOW STICK


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Yellow is my favourite colour. That’s why I like men in Yellow jerseys Chennai Super Kings….CSK!! He he he…However this post is neither about colour Yellow nor about CSK or IPL. It’s about something else. It’s about a YELLOW STICK.
 READ ON…..

When a child is born, a mother also takes birth.... right away!!

To be honest I never believed in... When people say that children should take care of their mother given to the fact that they (read Mothers) selflessly take care of them,
Selfless!!! I really wonder, because, I never felt myself selfless as a mother Whatever I did for my child…it was just for my own concerns, my own delights and own responsibilities.

I felt bad when he was ill….So I couldn't sleep
I always get the Elysian glee……With his Every Flicker of smile
I feel like a sense of divinity around me…having him in my lap
So where did I do anything for him??? It’s all for me and myself!!

What I received from him is immeasurable and incomparable with what I did for him….this is the reality or rather truth for me at least.
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Like any other mother I have also numerous beautiful memories of being a mother. Wrote many things about it already, however motherhood is such a bag of experiences and moments that even eternity would be insufficient to narrate them that to in a first forward manner.yah.
Well let me trail down the memory lane. Let me tell you about the Yellow Stick.  There are loads of such memoirs but this one is really soul-stirring!!

He was in STD II then.

That day was as mundane as another. It was just of those routine days. Like any other day, that day too he was the same naughty boy, never willing to go to school. With all his familiar antics he was in full swing to try his best to bunk school. And I was in my routine self to get him prepared for his schools. 
Afternoon school….space constraint in schools in Mumbai…..we know that.
Usually our everyday routine and trend was….
From waking up from bed to getting prepared for schools…everything used to happen with my shouting!!Shouting….no its repeated shouting….yes that’s more correct!!
You know...throat exercise recommended for Moms....for repeating the same things again & again. I believe…whether a woman was a cuckoo or not before becoming a mother but become a crow for sure after she becomes one….
I used to shout at everything...

Pupun, Brush your teeth.... and he would first ask the toothpaste to come out of the tube first….
Again shout…brushing finished??
He would say, “Okay Mama….doing it.” As if bahut atyachaaar ho rahi hai bachhe ke upar.
Similarly
Finish you milk….he would first make faces, then there will be stories on how children don’t love milk in the morning!! How his friends Moms never compel them to have milk…blah…blah
“You know Mamma…Shreya does not drink milk and her mother doesn’t force her also.”
As if I don’t know Shreya’s mother…huh
Then it’s the term for Bathing'… he would start asking silly questions
“Mama…doses this tap ever baths or do birds bath?”
OMG!! Only as a mother I know how difficult it is to handle his Masti


What I mean to say is it’s really a terrible task to make him do the daily chores. You need to be known for your constant reiterations, excellent tolerance and a multi-eyed person,
That’s our routine for every school day!!
That day was no different on his part, but I was not feeling okay for something. So I was getting irritated and angry with his everyday tantrums and making scene of things. I knew how I controlled my anger at times. I think he was too little to understand that but I was edgy and my tolerance was crossing the limit.
So when he started making faces with his breakfast….it was too much. I really lost my temper. I hit him with my palms,
 One on his chubby cheeks and one on his back and one on his bums…

 First he had not expected that….
 Then, when he realized what had just happened he started crying. But then looking at my serious face, with fear, anger and tear…finished his breakfast. After that…he made no more scenes, quietly wore his uniform and shoes…trying to look into my eyes.... 
After hitting him…I was also almost in tears. But I was hiding my emotion and avoiding any direct eye contact with him.
 I never hit him with my hand…so I got hurt while hitting him….I mean it was very painful for me as well. In fact I never hit him by hand, but sometime in case there are uncontrollable tantrums I used to hit (not hard) with the back end of a Fibre  Yellow Spatula. We had got it with something ..I guess.  Actually there is an interesting tale about this YELLOW STICK…as we called it.
Aaditya…used to hate the Yellow Stick like anything. Because for that Yellow Coloured lifeless fellow, you know he couldn’t do things as per his wish. It was quite threatening to him and he used be afraid of it. That's why it was his biggest enemy. Sometime even the mention of “Yellow Stick” would be enough to control his tantrums and bring back his tempers. He hated it like anything and one fine day…we found “The Yellow Stick” had gone missing mysteriously!!

Anyway…as we were getting late... We rushed to the Bus stop. There also he was quiet. Believe me, it’s surely an 8th wonder of the world if he keeps quite for a moment…A Super Chatter box..You know!!
He boarded the bus…sitting in the seat...Gave me a mixture of “innocent but mama-I’m-angry-with-you” kind look. You know those extra expressions...
 Though I was feeling very bad as I had hit him but I just looked at him at last …and said… no Masti!
 By the evening…he was alright! He had forgotten everything. Children don’t remember things …right
 However my mischievous lad was little composed that day in the evening…may be morning effect was still acting on him.
 No throwing of shoes, bag…he kept it in its place. No shouting for remote, no demands. You know…The good boy types!!!
 was preparing his evening snacks…
After freshen up… he came into the kitchen and said
“Mamma….take this”
I turned back. I was surprised…it was the YELLOW STICK!!!!
 Then again He said, “app ko kabhi bhi mujhe marana ho na to ye Yellow Stick se hi mara karo…kyuoki hath se marte ho to aap ke hath mein dard hota hai
(Mama next time you hit me...hit by this stick. By hitting me by your hand ...you get hurt know)

I couldn't believe!! I mean…I don’t know how to express. OMG!! He had noticed how I had felt pain in my hand after hitting him in the morning!!
What could I say…?
I was almost in tears. Words are not enough; in fact no words can express those feelings!! That is beyond any expression. I was in tears. But he was smiling. I took him in my lap and I asked

Mama ne jyada mara kya…..Mama bahut buri hai
(Did mamma hit you too hard...Mamma is very bad)

But suddenly he jumped from my lap and said….”I’m iron man!!I don’t feel pain you know!”
Ha ha ha…
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Thank you God…You made me a mother. Mother is the most beautiful creation of God.  And I’m happy with this designation!!!
I’m happy that I’m a mother!!!! 




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Friday, April 27, 2018

X FOR XIGUA




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X FOR XIGUA
X has always been a problematic in fact most difficult letter in our childhood days when we did play word game or more precisely Atlas. I remembered in my growing up days we often played the game ATLAS not only the names of places but with ALL WORDS. It was quite difficult to find words in the alphabet X. And if you want to win the game the trick was, put the opponent with words ending with X...like fix, six, complex. Even oxford dictionary wasn’t of much help.
Well....today I was too occupied with my assignments and submissions. I wasn’t sure what to write on X. may be For the first time, in the entire month of this #BlogchatterA2Z  blogging challenge  I googled to find out something to write on.
So I typed “Words on X” and it took me to a new word discovery. X For XIGUA which is a fruit and it’s the name of the non-other than the familiar fruit and my favourite one "Watermelon". Seriously I didn’t know that Xigua is the African name or rather Original name of the Watermelon. We eat it often and in abundance especially in the summertime. Why the fruit's name was changed is anyone's guess. Perhaps, Xigua is too hard to pronounce or maybe watermelon describes the fruit in the most sufficient way that is it’s the fruit which is 92% water and 6% sugar and edible.


These days, my most favourite way to beat the hit is having watermelon most of the time. There are several health benefit of this fruit. However, I like it for three reasons. Its enticing dark red colour, its tastes and of course its cooling effect on the body.   Well...now I will tell...I am having plateful of Xigua Slices...What about you?? 

This is my Post for DAY – 24 For the Alphabet X In #AToZChallenge by #Blogchatter #BlogchatterA2Z  

Thursday, April 26, 2018

W FOR WITH AN IMPULSIVE WHIM



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WITH AN IMPULSIVE WHIM
With an impulsive whims
Of my nomadic heart
Barefoot i stepped
On the dew studded grass
In an autumn sunup
First time after a long, perhaps

A sudden stimulation run through me
And i started tap in delight
Amidst the melody of bird’s drivel
And the broadened curve on my face

Next Moment I heard
The whispers of mother earth
An eternal yarning for my touch
The feelings then resonated in me too
Next moment
Calm I become,
From a restless being
As if a serene breeze steamed through my vein

I was then
Left with a wondering thought
When was the last time?
I had the magical pat
I have been drifting away from her
Along with life and with its norm
Forgotten I the rhyme of feel
The warmth of mother and her touch
As i rested myself
In her mysterious lap
I felt...even i was longing for it too
Without my notice though

We must get in touch with mother and mother earth. There is surely a magic in their touch, pat & lap.
This is my Post for DAY – 23 For the Alphabet W In #AToZChallenge by #Blogchatter #BlogchatterA2Z