Wednesday, May 20, 2015

#MyFirstExpert



She can be bold and brave on the outside, while inside she’s a vulnerable mess. She’s arrogant at times, but I know it’s just a mask to hide her fears and feelings of insecurity. She’s too protective of us, and sometimes gets sick worrying. We sisters dread her scoldings, but we know her love and unconditional care is unmatched anywhere in this world. She is very sentimental, yet finds it difficult to put her concern into the right words. She’s my first expert, and one of the most graceful persons I have ever come across. She is my mother, dearest Mumma.

I was very quiet and subdued as a child. I still am. I can imagine how difficult it was for her to deal with an introverted kid, and explain my over excited relatives why I was ever so silent. In my teenage years getting ready for a party or a ceremony where my immediate close cousins wouldn’t be present always made me apprehensive. And she had to appease me in all ways possible to make me attend it. She understood how lonely I felt in these get-togethers. She has played the biggest part in developing my social confidence and helped me to be sure and proud of who I am.

She’s the multitasking mother who proudly raised her two daughters- both poles apart in personality. My sister is outgoing, outspoken and an extrovert. Catering to our myriad needs while growing up, must have been tough. Nobody could have done such a demanding, never ending job. Her expert advices and tips for every problem, starting from pimples and stomach aches to difficult friendship and life issues, all do work so well for us. She tends to have a solution for everything.


Wherever my life takes me, in search of my calling and my dream, wherever I shall ever be, I’ll make sure to come back home. How many ever persons I meet, friends I make and cherish, and the one I may fall in love with, she’ll always remain my first priority. I’ll miss her delicious dishes and her nagging when I’m away from home. Will miss her a lot. My best, favorite expert. 

Memories....



As I look back, down the memory lane, the last four years of engineering in ITER, I realize how much we have grown up, how much we have evolved- especially mentally, emotionally and psychologically. Life happened, and fate conspired beautifully to make us meet. It gave us lots of fun; innumerable laughters; stressed times with dwindling will and faith- times we supported one another to regain the lost hopes; enough emotional moments to remember; so many pranks, bunks, leg pullings, embarrassing moments and memories to last a lifetime.

Words will fall short if I start to tell you what a support system you have been for me. Every little word of encouragement has motivated me, every word of advice and appreciation has meant a lot, and has made my day. Now where do I start. You have cheered me up at times you needed cheering the most. Every sweet scolding helped my self esteem and confidence. You have no idea how many emotional blocks you have helped me through. My present self has learned so much from you, things my past self couldn’t even imagine. I draw my inspiration from you. I feel lucky and infinitely blessed to have you in my life. Thank you for tolerating me.

Lipsa: Have I ever told you how much it touched me when your eyes became teary on seeing me depressed and cry. Your words always strengthened me in ways only an elder sister can, dear Mama. May all your dreams come true.

Rajat: I don’t remember if I’ve said this, but I take this opportunity to. You are one of those few persons I draw inspiration from. Stay the way you are. Stay blessed. May every step in your life be rewarding.

Sagar: I will miss your tasty dishes especially veg-paneer and egg-paneer. Make sure to invite me when you and Saswati open your restaurant-‘The Stone Soup’. And your signature dialogues shall be remembered! Live on. Be happy. May you taste every cuisine on earth!

Saswati: It’s from you that I learnt to love myself. You are the one person who sees through all my layers- understands what is fake what is real and what is superficial and what is deep rooted. You love me inspite of all that I am and make me feel I deserve lots of love, and care. You are my emotional anchor; you have helped me through those emotional upheavals which could destroy me. I feel blessed to have you in my life. May you get what you seek.



PP: I will miss our talks during the bus journey. Psst! It’s secret. Someone somewhere gets motivated by you. Never forget that. Remember our shopping spree deal, a year from now. J Have a happy future in Mumbai. May you be surrounded by loved ones wherever you go. Meet you soon.

Arpita: Your practicality has helped, yes, and has ticked a daring streak in me. I enjoy our time together. Hope we can be actually together as we are now, not just be there, and hope time won’t affect it. May you reach the heights which you now think is next to impossible. May you strike off every single thing in your wishlist.

Sonam: Perhaps God forgot to make us sisters. The first two and half years of college, I confess I took guilty pleasure in scolding you: you always allowed me to and listened. It felt I had a right in your life. And I liked our role reversal after that- every time you made me realize how much I underestimate myself. Hope we stay this way forever! May life shower upon you that which you thought you’d lost, once again!


We meet to create memories and we part to preserve them, someone has rightly said. And hence do we part, some of us already in their path and some at crossroads, and life will go on. Hope you all shall be those special people who came into my life and stayed. Best wishes and all the best for future. Lots of love. Stay in touch. And don’t you dare to forget me!! Hope we’ll make time to meet even if our priorities change.

Monday, May 11, 2015

So, what now?


Famous Introverts
Yes, I'm Quiet.. :D

Semesters over, four years of engineering over, successfully completed. Time to bade farewells, say our goodbyes, start a new life leaving friends and all the memories. It's Mysore for me- @Infosys
Hope future holds something good, and wish to stay in touch with all my friends. Hope time won't separate us.

April A to Z challenge is over. Feels like everything is ending. But yes it's opportunity for the new beginning. I'm reading these two books, drawing constant inspiration from them these days. And watching Angel Eyes, a korean sitcom. Loving the theme song in it, slow yet unforgettable background score. It's a twisted love story about a 20 year old girl who has lost her sight in an accident, and a free spirited unassuming boy who's two years her junior. The first two episodes would take your breath away with it's beautiful depiction of heart warming characters and would compel you to dream of true love or miss your teenage years.

Angel Eyes
I'm preparing documents, and shopping a bit for the journey. It's 20th May. I'd be leaving Bhubaneswar for about 4 to 5 months till the completion of training. Awaiting new experiences and life ahead. :) Wish me luck!! Meanwhile, would love to get some feedback on my blog. Hope you'd take up this survey. Thanks. Love you all.  

Mumma

Love You Mumma...

She takes up so many headaches for me, and panics so easily for no reason at all if I don’t pick up her call. She is the ‘go-to’ person in our home when we don’t find a thing in its place. We owe our peaceful mornings and ‘get-ready-to’ times to her. I can’t imagine the chaos that the house would have been in, without her. She is our savior from father’s occasional anger and irritation. Even though we all dislike her nagging, it’s just so adorable. She loves me, and I love her, even though we don’t express it with words that often.


She’s aging gracefully if that’s what it can be called. From needing spectacles to read the newspaper, dealing with frequent joint pains, and fighting high blood pressure, she’s gradually equipping herself with all the knowledge that’s required. Her TV time has shifted from daily soaps to watching yoga and healthcare shows in CareWorld and Aastha channel. And since last year she’s been losing weight too. The least I can do every day is to ease her of some of the huge stress- both physical and mental. I try helping her out, and not wasting too much time in front of the laptop that annoys her to no end. Quality time with family and relatives does her good; I love and treasure the time I spend with her in our kitchen where she teaches me, guides me, helps me and admonishes me. We come up with delicious dishes and really hilarious child-like discoveries.


And she takes too much stress. Be it my food habits; my heart burns and other health issues; and emotional and esteem problems, she’s the one bothered so much. She’s so tensed and yet is brave not to let it show. Unconditional love takes its toll. A soothing aromatherapy massage is what she really needs. Parachute Advanced Aromatherapy oil is best for #StressFreeMom. I would love to accompany her to the spa for a rejuvenating massage, manicure and pedicure when I earn my first salary. J J


I believe everyday is an occasion to celebrate mother’s day. Every day when you wake up in the morning, take time to realize how blessed you are to have a mother. If some of you don’t have her by your side at present, pray for her well being and make sure to reach her. If god deceived some of you by calling her to his abode soon enough, be thankful for the beautiful past and the heart-warming memories of your doting mother. She did her part and now you need to make her proud. She’s always watching over you. Believe, have faith and live on. And some of you who think yourself unlucky to have not even seen her face since birth, remember you were cradled in love. You spent so many months so close to her, so close to her heart, in her womb. That is not much, but still something to be grateful for.



I’m blogging about why my mother needs to de-stress with a Parachute Advansed Aromatherapy Oil massage for the #StressFreeMom activity at BlogAdda.

Thursday, May 7, 2015

Story of Tublu

jahid akhtar


Book Blurb:

Devastated by the floods, Bipin and his little boy Tublu move to a faraway land, where they meet the Sharma’s. This marks the beginning of a long and enduring relationship between Bipin and the Sharma’s, and the growing friendship of their children Tublu and Maina. The book captures the journey of this friendship through childhood to adolescence and into adulthood. From some interesting school and college humor, the story progresses on and develops into a mature narrative. As years pass, Tublu’s plain and silent crush on Maina develops into deep love and longing for Maina which bears the potential to conquer all of life’s challenges. The story has its share of drama, that entertains; humor, that makes one reminisce; love, friendship and emotions that defines the amazing journey that is, life.


I liked the story, the innocence of the characters, and the easy plot. It gave me an old world kind of feeling. Though there is not much twist and turn in the storyline, it still keeps the readers’ attention. It is not that eventful, and the plot is predictable, still you’d want to read on and on to know what happens to the characters. I liked Maina, Tublu, their families and all the supporting characters. The language used is simple, aimed at readers of all age groups. But the third person narrative and the lack of good dialogues seems mundane and drab at a few places. Anyways, considering it’s the author’s debut novel, he has done a really commendable job.


There are many cute moments in this coming-of-age novel. We see the lead characters grow through childhood, and teenage years, achieving academic excellence and accomplishing so many things while living and evolving constantly. I liked that scene where Tublu brought home a big framed colored photograph of his parents’ marriage using modern technology on the black and white photo. Bipin, his father was so touched and was in awe of the modern technology. I liked the tea stall and gossip stations scenes where Tublu met Rustam whenever he returned to him hometown. And the characters grow, start their own lives; it is emotional full of poignant partings and meetings. Though the end is not unpredictable, the readers would get attached with the characters to accompany them in their journey till the end.

The book was received as part of Reviewers Programme on The Tales Pensieve.

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Reflections #atozchallenge



As I sit down to write this, I wonder and miss, the eventful month that April was. It was my first time taking part in any blogging challenge, and I was not sure if I could even complete it. But I survived and I feel so satisfied with myself on being able to do so. I decided a theme, my favorite one- characters; scheduled a few posts and wrote some on the day itself; read so many bloggers, visited so many new and unique themed posts from around the world, felt inspired and motivated by more than a few. All in all it was a great experience, a whole some one.

Next time in April 2016, I hope to come up with another theme close to my heart, and schedule all the posts for better results. :D I would take this opportunity to all the bloggers who visited me, liked my posts, commented and encouraged me to keep it up. It truly means a lot. Thank you, wholeheartedly. What I liked about this challenge is it has very good scope for creativity, and brain storming. Be it fiction or non fiction, I have come across so many interesting takes on this challenge, in the month of April.

As you all know I love stories and characters. The fictional world is somehow my emotional support system. To survive through reality and be sane at the same time I need to escape to that world through novels and movies every once in a while. I draw my inspiration, motivation, zest for life and love from there. And the month gone by has brought me closer to some of my favorite characters that I keep going back to. It's an ever expanding world inside my head, ever increasing family and connections. I love them, and I thank the people behind this successful challenge for this great experience. 

Thursday, April 30, 2015

The Activist and the Capitalist


Book Blurb:

“I’m not drunk – just a litt-le high.”

On a magical moonlit night, Jai and Anusha meet and fall in love. When they meet again however, they discover that Jai is the crass capitalist developing Rasa Vihar, the heritage building that Anusha and her NGO are fighting to protect. Inevitably they clash, with neither willing to concede to the other. The problem is that although publicly they are enemies, in private, they are wildly attracted to each other. – but when secrets and betrayals enter the equation – things really begin to get out of control. 

Will the Activist and the Capitalist ever be able to find common ground?

An exciting love story, set in Chennai from the best-selling author of Sweet Sixteen.

I liked the lead characters so much- Anusha and Jai. Anusha is an introvert, a twenty four year old who finds it difficult to open up to people easily, and let them get close. She goes into a defensive state and retreats to a shell when people try to get overly familiar with her.  I can so relate to that. But she is lively, unpretentious and feels comfortable to be around Jai. He makes her feel safe to be herself, to put down those walls she has build consciously around herself. And Jai, despite being a business tycoon is very down to earth, who enjoys life’s simple pleasures and takes heart in giving his time and care to the woman he likes. And I love them together- Jai- the dashing and debonair, and Anusha- the refreshingly real and passionate.


Their war of words is so fun to read, and the quips in the long conversations would make readers want for more. I like their sweet talks about shared common interests and fiery debates about conservation of heritage, equally. The cute moments at the cup cake stall in the carnival are my favorite. Who wouldn’t fall for a guy who willingly helped manning the cup cakes stall, made elaborate preparations for a date and put a lot of effort to make you feel special every waking moment?


Besides the usual romantic lovey-dovey tale, the story does have a message for the readers. It raises a very serious question- Whether development and progress at the stake of obliterating the past is justified?



I want to help Anusha when she takes to baking with a vengeance, when she does it to calm her stressed mind. I want to accompany her when she’s browsing books in the local bookstore and lingering over a cup of coffee to lift her spirits. Read the novella to know the drama between the ‘firebrand’ activist and the ‘hotshot’ capitalist.

Author: Vibha Batra