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Dietician 17-Mar-2019 20:27

The saraswati food, the temples and the literature

Shreya 28-Jan-2019 11:12

The fact that there's no creator god, only teachers to idolize to. Non-violence. Business//money-saving skills!

Neeti Patel 27-Jan-2019 21:31

The spirit of living life as a celebration, business foresight and bargaining skills😂

Kalamwali 26-Jan-2019 18:41

Gujju food, Gujju Business sense, Garba Dandiya
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  • My 15 Closet Staples
    The Closet Curator | 18-Apr-2019
               My 15 Closet Staples   Want to pep-up your closet? Let’s start with the basic essentials and let go off your wardrobe woes!!   My topmost must haves are :   A crisp white formal shirt - wear it to work or team it up with a black leather skirt and you are ready to party all night !                 A white t-shirt - a saviour on oh so many days !!! Wear it with shorts or denims and put on those sneakers and you are ready to take on the world! Little black dress - A classic ! You can never go wrong with this one - a sleek clutch and stilettos is all you need and ofcourse red lips which will add that last touch! Black pants - Be it at work or on a causal lazy-ish day , team it up with a tee or a crop top or even a knotted shirt. Dark wash skinny jeans - one of my favourites - comfortable yet chic! Knee length skirt - Skirts have always been a rage! Wear it however you want and still look stylish.
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  • International Children’s Book Day
    Asmita Javdekar | 15-Apr-2019
    When Salonie asked me to write something for the International Children’s Book Day on Kalamwali (www.kalamwali.com) as their featured author of the month, instinctively I knew, to whom this write up would be dedicated to.To my introduction to the world of stories, to the creator of my imaginary wonderland, to the woman who nourished my curiosity and harnessed my emotions, Maa Aji (my grandma)My earliest childhood memory of having all my senses woven into intense focus was when our bedtime story telling session with Maa Aji unfolded.Maa Aji possessed the power to bring her characters to life.Be it the humongous Ghatotkacha with an unsatiable appetite or mischievous Krishna who revealed the entire universe in his gaping mouth to his mother, Yashodha. Her soulful recital of Shravan Baal never failed to trigger sobs, amongst us, children.Our unanimous favourite genre, however was “Bootachya gosthi"(Ghost stories)My cousins and I would huddle together, fight for the coveted place beside Maa A
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  • Asmita Javdekar | 15-Apr-2019
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    Sthayee: A tribute to Mother Nature.When I first came home, She was in full blossom, swaying with joy by my bedroom window.Right there. स्थायी.I began walking, I began talking.Her colours faded and changed.She always kept an eye on me.Right there. स्थायी.I began growing.She was my companion.I swung on her branches, tossed around her seeds.She caressed my innocence.Right there. स्थायी.My hormones began pirouetting,Her trunk witnessed my art.She gave her quiet encouragement.Right there.स्थायीI met my partner.My worldtranscended to ours.She was unchanged.Right there. स्थायी.I grew inquisitive for answersmy search for my Why deepened.She was unmoved.Right there. स्थायी.When the dusk of my life descended,I wobbled to her side.The moment I hugged her, I felt her heart beat within mine.I don’t know how life seeped through meNow my gravestone lay by her side.She dropped a flower on me.Even in Death,She was there.Right there. स्थायी.In that moment it dawned on meHer secret merged into mine.I was defined by Chang
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  • Books- the best gift I gave my son
    Diyaa | 15-Apr-2019
    It was my son’s seventh birthday. He was as usual super excited about getting a year older and having to celebrate his special day. The thing that actually elevates his joy is that of receiving gifts on that day. He was so confused about the list he made that he couldn’t select what he finally wanted. Ultimately he asked me for a pack of books by his favorite author. The mother in me was so pleased with his choices. There were only twenty days left to his birthday when I thought of this, why not write him a book instead of buying him one. I gathered my thoughts and put them into a story appropriate for his age. With the help of my best friend, from the US, who is amazing at making illustrations; I managed to finish the book in just ten days time, writing, drawing, and printing. In fact, we gave it a return gift to all his friends in class; wherein each one had his or her name in the story too as the second lead to the birthday boy. The creative writer in me was thrilled to have done this, but wh
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  • Adi Shakti
    Asmita Javdekar | 13-Apr-2019
    What were the chances that just a day after watching Delhi Crime on Netflix and having been deeply impacted by the role of a young IPS officer, Neeti Singh, I bump into these three young police constables.What caught my attention was the uniformity of their demeanour. All three were fit with a calming disposition and a confident gait.Shraddha Gaikwad, Priyanka Pawar and Seema Musale are all less than thirty, married with children. One of them is a mother to infant twins. They work from 9am to 9pm.Women are inherent protectors. They also have a way with words and don’t need to escalate a situation to physical force as often as men.Having said this, when a situation demands, they can unleash their internal super human power.“We all have it. It’s important to know when to let is rest and when to make it thunder.”
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  • GOD
    GOD
    Asmita Javdekar | 12-Apr-2019
    Whenever I pass a place of worship, reflexively, my right hand swerves to touch the bridge of my nose, followed by a gentle tap, somewhere on the circumference of my heart, concluding with a light kiss on the periphery of the index finger.2014 was the first time when Chinu, Dinesh and I, walked a part of the Pandharpur Wari( An annual pilgrimage on foot)To witness this ocean of devotion was a surreal experience.Amidst the tinkling cymbals, clanging Dhols, “mauli mauli” chants, we saw a paraplegic man riding on a makeshift wooden cart. He was using his hands to push himself ahead through the procession.Chinu rushed to him and volunteered to pull his cart. Curiously, she asked him how far he was seeking to go. He said, “All the way.” A whopping 21 day journey, covering over 225km on foot, in his case by hands.How can it be even humanly possible?With a bright smile on his face, he said“I have been going for years now. Mauli (God) takes care of my journey.”Chinu helped him cove
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  • My Dear Friend
    Nancy Singh | 06-Apr-2019
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    My Dear Friend. .. You entered my life as an unwelcomed face And lighted it up with your grace... In beginning everything was new But now I cannot stay without you for hours few.... Those random calls..  Those late night chats...  The fun we had, as naughty brats... The time we spent my dear friend  The mischieves we had no end... The secrets you shared are safe with me,  As I've locked them with a key.. A circle is round, it has no end And our friendship will always trend.. 
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  • Love
    Kalamwali | 04-Apr-2019
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    LOVE- Love is not just a four lettered word.It’s four-dimensional and much more than what is conferred. Length, width, depth and timeIt’s these dimensions that make love, sublime. Let’s talk about the life of your love now, What matters more than how long you’ve loved, is how you love.You may have been loved for a day, but if it is the love you need, it is the love that will stay! Because Love is not just a four lettered word,It’s four-dimensional and much more than what has been inferred. Width of love is broader than what is seen about loving someone.It’s about hating something about the person without hating that whole someoneGoing beyond expectations fulfilled and unfulfilled,but thriving within the boundaries of the promises of the willed. Because Love is not just a four lettered word,It’s four-dimensional and much more than what has been concurred.   Depth of love cannot be described.For some it may be deeper than the ocean, for me it is nothing but th
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  • Two cups of Tea
    Asmita Javdekar | 03-Apr-2019
    I was about to put my footwear in the locker at my morning Yoga class when my attention went to a pair of senior citizens, struggling with something on the road.I could sense discomfort on the old lady’s face.The man accompanying her, stooped to check on her shoes but this was making them lose their balance. I rushed to lend some support, sat them down and realised that the cause of discomfort was a tiny splinter of wood in her shoe.Once that was taken care of, the man wished to walk the lady to the nearby temple, which was about 200m ahead.He told me this was their routine.I accompanied them to the temple. They both had Name Tags on.The man appeared to have a speech and hearing problem and the lady had Alzheimer’s.She told me that the man with her, was her brother and he had forgotten to give her tea.She almost had tears in her eyes when she told me that she was starving since morning.The man tried to pacify her, but in vain.He insisted that he was her son and had made tea for her every morning,
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  • Asmita Javdekar | 01-Apr-2019
    Miraya had just turned thirteen and Mohit, nine.They were like any other pair of siblings, at that age.Goofing around, quarrelling, pulling each other’s legs. Basically, annoying the life out of each other.A straight forward dialogue exchange was nearly extinct, in their relationship.With both parents being celebrated surgeons in the city, the children had tasted independence at a young age and had grown accustomed to solving problems, by themselves.      It was a Wednesday and Miraya was irritable since morning.She decided to drag her self to school as she had a Physics test.Her stomach was cramping, her head was throbbing and her energy sapping with every passing minute.For a reason unknown to her, she wanted to just bawl.The school nurse asked her to have some water and use the toilet.To her horror, right inside the stinky school loo, she met with her first period, head on!!Although she had heard stories from friends and had attended the “Puberty and Hygiene” workshop, noth
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  • An incident that changed lives of Mr. & Mrs. Gupta forever
    Diyaa | 27-Mar-2019
      Mr. and Mrs. Gupta, married for eight years now lived in a posh apartment in a Middle Eastern city. They worked hard all day in their respective fields. Neha Gupta, the wife still looked very sharp and dainty for her age at thirty five while Manoj Gupta, who was soon going to be forty, carried a tall broad image of himself. They both complimented each other in their looks as well as their professional lives. Neha worked in the same multinational company for almost a decade, now at a very high post, while Manoj was managing his well settled business of gold jewellery.   Everything looked very happy around this couple and their three and a half year old daughter Kiara. She was the apple of their eye. Kiara spent most of her time with her grandmother, Neha’s mom who lived with them too. She loved taking care of Kiara, all day with help of a nanny. She took her to the park in evenings or nearby lake for strolls while mornings she got her ready and sent her to a pre-school. Manoj had kept a dr
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  • Asmita Javdekar | 26-Mar-2019
    Stress by it self is a huge topic to deal with so I have decided to break it into fragments.For every fragment of Stress,I will carve a short story based on my perception and analysis.Here goes the first one:)Once upon a time there was a beautiful scarlet rose bush.When the first dazzling bud appeared on the shrub, the gardener became overjoyed.He spread the word across the county and invited people to see the beauty in her  blossomed glory.      Deviating from his experience, the innocent bud was taking longer than expected to bloom.The gardener checked on her every hour.There was no progress.He added extra nutrition, yet no progress.Fed up, he decided to carefully peel the delicate petals to propel the process.The tiny scarlet bud could not cope with this stress.Unrealistic expectations is a type of external stress which can burden the bearer. This can very well be intrinsic,in a scenario of you Vs YOU.When I studied engineering, Stress applied to a material was defined as force per
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