I do not know why I feel like writing about this today but, now that I am a mother myself, I fully comprehend what my mother would’ve felt like, when she knew her days were numbered and that her children, from a very young age would be deprived of their mother’s love, time and attention.

She would often tell me ” I am not going to live too long. I am sick and will be leaving you soon. You are the older one, you must look after your younger sister and your father when I am gone.” As a girl of 10, I never took it seriously. I would jokingly tell her. “Okay, but I am scared of ghosts, Don’t haunt me when you die.” She would laughingly say “Why would you be scared of your mother’s ghost?” and hide me in her embrace. I cannot fathom what a strong woman she must’ve been to have conversations like these with her little daughter. I knew that my mom was scared for her children, the fact that she wouldn’t be able to aid her daughters grow into adulthood made her feel terrible.

We would go to the hospital for her treatment and she would feel bad about us spending our playtime at the hospital. To make up for it, as soon as she was done with her treatment, no matter how frail she felt, she cooked food that we loved and took us out to play as often as she could.

The unwelcome day had come, sometime mid – September in 2002, when my mom’s life just slipped out of this world and she succumbed to cancer. I was still too young to comprehend what I had lost. Now, when I feel that unconditional love towards my daughter, I wish that I should’ve also experienced that purest love for a little longer.


My story: Fat to Fit!

How much more clichéd could the title get? But, its no joke to get fit from being fat. It takes years of hard work, a rock solid determination and a single relationship status (haha, you’ll know why). Of course things like tears, discomfort, fatigue, pain and all other side effects are sure to be part of the struggle but is the end result worth it? Is it really worth the pain? Well Continue reading

Texting my resolution!

The world has changed, heaps and bounds, lots of factors have contributed to the change some for No phonegood and some not so good. Not to mention, the advent of technology has revolutionised the world. What a clichéd statement this is!

Of all the inventions, the one that I am appalled (read unhappy) by the most is, the mobile phone. What a change it has brought about!

The world is in our hands now. Sometimes in silent, sometimes vibrating or sometimes vibrating while ringing.

Well, candle lit dinners have come to become mobile lit dinners, at least one of the two at a dinner date is fiddling with their phone.

Bed lights have been replaced by mobile phone lights. Yes! Slipping into slumber while texting, talking or watching a video has become a way of life.

We wake up to the call of the mobile phone alarm – I don’t know if I can risk this. I am bound to get late to office if the alarm on my phone is not set.

We depend on our phones to be updated with the world.

The conventional love letters which were sometimes scented, colourful and accompanied by gifts have been successfully replaced by Texts and FB statuses.

We go to places that are worthy of ‘checking in’ on social media, so our friends would feel like “Oh My! Wow! Even she has been here and I still haven’t visited this place.”

Birthdays are synonymous to phone days. Phone parties replaced actual physical parties that used to be so much fun. Either your phone rings, you get a text/whatsapp/Viber calls/Skype/ Tango/Hangout/we chat/hjsgfhgasf/ieutueyytr/87jdgk or you receive FB notifications. Not only that, we also get offended when someone types HBD instead of a full Happy Birthday.

Arghhh and this, I hate the most. When my flow of conversation is broken by the ring of a phone, either mine or the one I am talking to. And after the “I am so sorry, I had to take this call” either I forget what I was talking about or don’t find any importance in continuing it from where it had stopped.

Why?? Why are we getting enslaved by a phone? A gadget that was created with the idea of making communication easier has become the only mode of communication for humans now. No doubt that a phone is a useful device but haven’t we reached a stage of abuse now? Have we forgotten that phones are also equipped with a switch off button?

A phone call has been chosen over a discussion with me. A video has been chosen over a conversation. A movie has been chosen over a lazy(read happy) day at home. Listening to music has been chosen over observing the world around you. You can forget your close circle’s birthdays, but not your cell phone back at home when you go out.

Sometimes, death has been chosen over life. Texting/ talking over the phone while driving. Not everybody has got a second chance.

I am sure, in my ignorance, I have done the same with others.

I am a victim. I am around many more victims. We all need to recover from this epidemic.

I don’t usually make resolutions, but this one, I must make. I am going to be a judicious mobile phone user in 2015. I am texting myself this resolution so that I remember.

Are we guilty?

Are we guilty?

Plastic – Not fantastic!

Plastic Soup: According to The Independent, a British Newspaper, there is a path that is identified in the Pacific Ocean, which is a layer of trash floating on the sea and is roughly 80% plastic. This patch is twice the size of the continental United States. This patch is popularly known as the Plastic Soup.

Plastic can easily be declared an epidemic. Plastic world, plastic faces and plastic smiles. Although these examples are figurative, even literally, everything we see, touch and feel today is plastic. The frame of the monitor you are looking at is plastic, the keyboard you use, mouse, the bottle you drink water from, chairs and practically everything we use. Plastic has revolutionised the world and has invaded our lives. Sadly, it is creating such an adverse effect on the environment to the point of being irreversible. The prominence of plastic pollution is correlated with plastics being inexpensive and durable.

Plastic pollution is not only a problem for the earth but is bad for our health as well. Plastic does not degrade. Even after a 500 – 1000 years, it leaves behind small particles called plastic dust which is making way into our food now. Some of the compounds in plastic are found to have altered hormones and has other potential health effects on humans. Did you know that over the last ten years, we have produced more plastic than the whole of the last century?

Manufacturing plastic emits considerable amounts of pollution and the product is non – bio degradable. In other words, it is difficult to produce and nearly impossible to get rid of once produced.

  • Over 1 Trillion plastic bags are used every year worldwide.
  • 1 Million Plastic bags are used every minute.
  • A single plastic bag can take up to 1000 years to degrade.
  • Plastic bags remain toxic even after they break down.
  • Every square mile of the ocean has about 46,000 pieces of plastic floating in it.

 It is highly impossible to say do not use plastic and stop manufacturing plastic. We have reached a point when we cannot imagine eliminating plastics from our lives completely but we must ensure that the plastic we use does not abuse the environment. As much as possible, we must reuse plastic.

What you can do to reduce plastic pollution:

  1. Use cloth bags instead of plastic bags. Or carry your own plastic bags to the supermarket or when you go shopping.
  2. Use glass jars for storage instead of plastic.
  3. Prefer to buy products that are packaged in boxes or paper than in plastic.


Reckless Raju

Raju came to work on a Monday morning after having a relaxed Sunday. With his renewed energy, he was sure to impress his clients with his work this week. He had his plan and timeline sorted out and was all set to make this week a productive one.

An email landed in his inbox asking him to attend a Fire training the following day for an hour. He brushed it aside disinterestedly and looked at seemingly more important emails. He was not ready to spend his time on anything else apart from his work. He nicely stacked all his important documents on the table and took pride at analysing how much work he has completed. On Wednesday, while Raju was busy at work, he could smell something. He did not pay much attention and continued working. His team rushed into his room and alerted him of a fire and ran out disappearing. He took a few seconds to realise what was happening and ran for his life ultimately.

He did not know which way to run and where to find the emergency alarm. Soon he remembered there was one in his room and ran back to his room. He found his room in a smoky mess. His neatly piled stack of documents were on fire. He did not know how to save them from turning into ashes. Composing himself, he realised there was no way he can ring the alarm as his room was engulfed in fire. He turned around to go back to the corridor to walk out and he saw that the corridor was too smoky to walk through it. He managed to reach the emergency exit only to realise that in the previous week he had placed a cupboard against the emergency exit and so his escape was blocked. His head started to spin imagining himself being burnt down. He rushed back to his room which was a relatively better place to be at.

He then heard violent tapping on the window and he opened it to see the fire respondents come to rescue him. He was safely taken out of his room through the window and was administered first aid.

The next week when work resumed, Raju was apologetic to his client while explaining to him the fire that broke out at his work place which is why work had to be redone furthering the delay.

In his mind, he was guilty of bypassing multiple safety systems due to mere carelessness. He promised himself never to bypass safety systems merely to save time.

Why I think Men can multi task!

In one boring moment, a realisation dawned on me which breaks the stereotype that Men cannot Multi – task. This is not a break through study on men which proves a point, just an observation. Here’s why I think Multi – tasking is also a man’s strength but in a different way. I will take the liberty of calling men to be Useless multi taskers. Implying that they multi task for not very useful tasks.

While a woman is known for being a super multi tasker and a lot of studies prove that! Here is a gag on men. LOL. Some of the quick points that come to my mind when I think of Men and Multi tasking are here below:

Men can smoke while driving and some of them also manage to be drunk while listening to music and they also lech at women as and when they come across them.All this while being behind the wheel.

Men can chat on multiple windows with girls and boys and also manage to talk to somebody across the table while looking on the screen of their mobiles or tablets.

Men can be with one woman and think about a million others in their head and still manage to be perfectly normal with the one they are sitting with. 

Men can take a dump while read a magazine and also think about (un)important issues.

The worst kind of men  go around with multiple women at one time while cheating on all of them.  

Who said they cannot multi task? They can. Period. it is just that they prefer to use their ability for less important tasks. 

This write up can be called as a result of frustration, feministic overpowerment or just something. 

Okay, I am out of here.

I am in the right place


For all the patient wait for Mr Right, I have found mine and it couldn’t have gotten any better. He did not come on a white horse back dressed like a knight but nevertheless arrived and what an arrival it was!

I first met my husband at my workplace. It was my first job and my first day to work gave me the regular jitters of being introduced to the big bad professional world. I did not know what was right to say and what was not, how to interact with my colleagues, like friends or be formal like professionals; I had my doubts if I was fulfilling my responsibilities in a way I was expected to. A midst this ambivalent time, came in a person who amused me totally. I could say from the first time I met him that he secretly admired me.

He looked at me like a midnight thief and smiled sheepishly when he was caught noticing. He would create conversations out of nothing just to make me react to his advances. I became greedy, I wanted all his love and attention to myself for a lifetime. I fell, fell too hard for him and now I know I am in the right place. After almost a year of courtship, we got married. And this is not the end, it was the beginning of a fairy tale.

One smile of his makes my heart melt even today, post – four months of marriage. Not a thing has changed; we only came closer, I love him more passionately now. His arms are where I feel at home and his voice is what my ears yearn to always hear. Marriage has put us in challenging situations at times, but our mutual understanding and love has brought us this far. I know there will be more troubles, challenges and strife coming our way, and I know my love for him will also change. Change for good, I see it multiplying exponentially everyday to a point of madness and it satiates me when I see it being reciprocated.


I notice the numerous sacrifices he makes to keep me comfortable, the interest he takes in making things feasible for the two of us, the glisten in his eyes when I do something for him, his concern when I am tired and sleepy. The numerous little things which are all perhaps what we girls want. I’ve got the perfect pick and I have decided to love him in a way that others will be jealous and also scared to burst our happy bubble.

Marriage has indeed done good to me! ❤