- Who can beat the Indians when it comes to culture and traditions. It is deeply rooted in us right from our childhood. Children grow up watching their mothers and grandmothers doing all rituals dedicately. Though the joint family culture is declining fast and working parents are finding it difficult to preserve the values, they still try to pass it on to their generation next.
- Presenting you a collage of pictures where you can see me sharing and preserving our culture.
Recently we shifted to a new house. As luck would have been we entered the house on the most auspicious day of Hindu calendar…. it was Diwali festival on that day. You can see the rangoli, diyas and my temple where I made my idols sit so that they can bless us. 
My house looked so good in blue lights and what a beginning in the new city! My boys enjoyed and are ready to learn their culture and traditions. 
Looking forward to culture all around the world. Right now I am going to watch ‘Dr. Strange’ in a mall. See you all after the show. Have a good day.
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It’s Not This Time of Year Without….
To me Diwali is only when I draw beautiful patterns on the floor popularily known as Rangoli. That’s what make my Diwali festival complete. Every year without fail I make rangoli at the entrance of my home. Lighting Diyas, laxmi pooja nad celebrating the festival with my family makes my Diwali so special. It brings fond memories back. It is the beginning of winters and the festivities too. Enjoy few rangoli designs made by me on various years.
Rangoli at the entrance
Another rangoli
Catching Lost Breath
After climbing so many stairs, I had to catch my breath ! This was early in the morning while I went for the weekly trek and couldn’t climb further without a short break. Huffing and puffing, I needed to drink water and of course it was time to click few pictures. I was having my i phone to do the honors.
This is a plateau with steep climb. As I started climbing I saw erected Buddha statues on both the sides of the stairs. They were made of metal, cement, fibre and were different in texture and shape from each other.
It was so hot early in the morning and frankly speaking not a very conducive weather for trekking but since Tarun had found this route so couldn’t say no. We both went early in the morning and quickly climbed so that we could come back before sunrise. I was not able to match the pace with Tarun, was breathing heavily, sweating and finally sat down on a bench to catch my breath….refused to move till I felt okay. Poor him….he had no other option except sitting next to me and wait for my approval to start again.
Now a days I go out of breath so soon as I start running on my tread mill. May be age is catching up and I am losing on my stamina. I have to do something about it but what?…….
Would like to hear from you folks. How do manage to stay active? I’m finding difficult with each passing year.
WHERE’S THE SOUL and SPIRIT?
For me today’s one word is Struggling….
searching…..
giving up…..
feeling shallow…..
Don’t know how to say you all this…..excatly after four months….
Last four months….no blogging, no writing, no photography I mean I had lost my soul, my spirit, I wasn’t doing the things I love….. I am still nervous….feels like as if I have to start from sctrach…..
I didn’t plan it….it happened on its own….In the begignning of new year I was extremely busy and was not able to write actually. Many bloggers left a note on my last post and I replied too that I would be back soon . I had no idea by then that it would take so long to come back.
Have I lost it? O my God ! I am freezed !….
My followers must have left me, forget me….
What had happened to me? Why was I so reluctant not to log in and write something? Was I running away from myself? My husband told me so many times to leave everything stupid I was knee deep involved with and start blogging but I was adamant not to. Was I tired of blogging and taking work as an excuse? No, after all I was doing for my husband and he needed my support. Or was I trying to prove myself as a dedicated and sincere one to the world? Does anyone care out there, huh?
I missed my friends so much, I used to feel so bad for not reading their blogs…..I terribly missed writing someone,”Keep inspiring” but then why I was not telling her? Why couldn’t I just post two lines.. ” HEY ! I AM MISSING YOU ALL BADLY…ISN’T THERE ANYOTHER WAY THAT I CAN BE IN TOUCH WITH YOU ALL….NOT ABLE TO BLOG, DON’T FEEL LIKE TYPING ANYMORE.” I was in a different world altogether totally away from creativity and me-time.
Things changed when my husband read one of the mails in my mail box ( I wasn’t even checking my mails ! ) and found out a massage of a very special person. She was really perturbted about my sudden silence. She is a great source of strength to me and Tarun has a fair idea about my feelings for her therefore he told me to act immidietalely. I don’t know whether she will read this or not but ‘ “I’m really sorry for not checking your mail. I am so fortunate to have you in my well-wisher’s list.
Don’t know whether how many people remember this soul and spirit but those who miss me…..(Yes I know few of them who were worried about me and wondered about my long absence) I am so sorry not to reply to their e mails or queries.
I will try to be more regular and will leave a note in case I go away. Has it ever happened with you? looking for answers…..
IT’S NOW OR NEVER
Every weekend I decide not to blog, stay away from internet and laptop, no Facebook and whatsapp or any other connection with the world which requires Wi Fi.
Promises are meant to be broken. Truly said in this case as I find myself glued to blogging even on Saturday and Sunday. Shhh….Saturday is my most active day according to stats.
Facebook is not on priority list and can manage without whatsapp too, I can always send a SMS if there is a need but blogging? A difficult proposal. I guess I’m addicted to it and don’t want to admit it.
Therefore decision taken. I will try to spare myself from blogging at least on weekends. Last Monday, Andy, my fellow blogger shared with me a very good habit which he developed recently. His weekends are dedicated to his daughter. He spends quality time with her and make up for the entire week. I was touched though my reason of taking break is purely related to my health and physical problems because of continuously sitting for long hours, like working on laptop for more than 40 min. is not all good for spine and eyes.
So it’s now or never. Today is Sunday. I’m going to unplug my glowing box, my favorite mac NOW.
Does it means I won’t like and comment on your posts today?
Is it possible ? That’s where the catch is ! Let’s see. IT’S NOW OR…..
Hey, where are you going? I guess it’s me who need a break, right? You are going to stay here so comments please…..Who knows if I’ll be like a hovering ghost here. Didn’t I tell you I’m addicted, eh?
HUMBLE PIE: WHERE’S THE PEN?
How embarrassing it was for me. I was constantly nagging, ticking off children for losing the expensive pen which I gifted them, blamed them not to value gifts and then one fine day I got it inside my pouch which I carried to school. Actually I had borrowed it for my work few days before, forgot to return, and later on kept on scolding my sons for the careless handling of things. Ashamed of my behaviour I had to eat a humble pie.
Never mind I guess all mothers are more or less like this. They scold and then they pamper. Of course I baked a cake for my brats who faced the music without their fault. Isn’t it looking good in the picture above?
Tarun has a habit of keeping things in a safe place only to forget later on. When he can’t recollect his so called safe place then he simply announces that it was me whom he handed over the things. I keep on rejecting the idea and suggest him to check his brief cases. Very confidently he would open his bags in front of me and turns red when he finds it right there where I told him. No wonder he smiles and eats a humble pie.
What about you? Does it happen with you during one of these days ?
This poem totally expose our politicians while “the people” eat humble pie…..
The Elitists in Government are dragging their feet,
while “the people” eat humble pie and sweat,
wondering how far their lives will plunge into
the unknown depths of chaos and debt,
They wine, dine and schmooze on the
Hill of no thrills,
In the meantime, people are losing their homes,
Dropping dead or electing to end
their lives with pills or any means they
can find, because they can’t afford to
take care of their children as they should,
Yet, the Politicians continue to act as if
United States’ condition is “All Good”
With indifference they retire to their mansions
and lives of prosperity, while the “little people”
are left hanging in the wind,
Then they turn around and blame their incompetence
on the only minority who is desperately trying to save the
country from ruin and pestilence…..
˜˜˜˜˜˜
Margeret Bailey
HOW CAN I FORGET?
Today’s prompt asks, “Do you hold grudges or do you believe in forgive and forget?”
Why should I forgive and forget?
Read my previous response to this prompt.
forgive-and-forget-i-do-it-my-way
Now I will say what I want to.
I don’t know why this prompt is so close to daily post team. Frequently asked. In fact it is the most favorite question of counselors too.
Seriously. Whenever we have counseling sessions in the schools organised for teen agers the first thing they ask to students is do you forgive or believe in ‘tit for tat’? Do you believe in revenge or do you forgive others?
Then the counselor teaches them about how harmful is to hold grudges or escalating the things and finish their lecture with their favorite line, “Let bygones be bygones.”
I wonder why they try to make it sound so simple. Aren’t they try to make them week in the name of spirituality. Yes, I agree we must be tolerant but not at our self- respect. What’s wrong in catching bull by it’s horns?
Is it so easy to forget if someone humiliates you publicly? Is it possible to respect your boss forgetting that how he purposely neglects your presence and good work in front of others? The obvious answer would be ‘No’.
There is no need to forgive a person if he has knowingly or unknowingly harmed you. There is no way one can revert the action as the damage has been done by then.
You can forget and forgive your friends, family and children but not everyone who come across your way in work place, social circles and life who hurts, humiliates or insults you. I mean I can’t.
Someone told me few days back that ego is not such a bad thing and at times ego is like your self respect and dignity which people don’t like and termed you as a egoistic person. I liked this logic and was relaxed as many a times it happened with me. People say I have that oomph in me. It is not high headedness, it is just my confidence and attitude which people cannot digest. I don’t pretend to be bold and give my opinions often. It’s just that I’m like this by nature. They feel insecure, feel threatened and try to pull me down, spread rumors about me and finally create problems for me. Mind you they do it deliberately. Now do you expect me to forget and forgive?????
They don’t deserve my sympathies rather I will avoid them, talk to them being diplomatic when meet and smile but at the same time…..
I will not sulk, cry or crib about it.
I won’t forget what they did to me.
I may forgive but I’ll remain careful.
For others, I will keep on doing good to them.
