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                  Toughest decision ever..                      Career or Passion .        Either choose passion as career                                 OR              Do career with passion....

   Sitting with myself and gathering my thoughts was one of the best things I enjoyed doing alone until today. Now,  as I close my eyes, I don't find solace, rather this incident that happened with me a week back keeps flashing in front of my closed eyes and shakes me up making me all jittery.   It was a not-so-perfect rainy day wherein I sensed my life being jinxed with a lot of things going out of their way. Starting with delayed flights to my destination, which took almost twice as long to reach, to not getting my bags on arrival, it was just signs all the way for me to be more cautious. I went for an out station wedding with my family where my kids and my bags out of the whole lot hadn't arrived. We had to shop for each day in hope of receiving the bags later at the end of the day. Somehow they arrived one after the other and I didn't know whether to be grateful for it or just accept it after spending so much more on impromptu shopping for the wedding.    The day of the w

Let me start this blog first by mentioning that I love my kids immensely. I can’t recollect what my life was like before I had them.  My kids are significantly important to me. Being a stay-at-home mom, I spend most of my time with them then with anyone else. My life right now revolves around them. My hubby and I have busy schedules and we get to barely spend a couple of our waking hours together. I equally love my husband just as I love my babies.  Many of you may dislike me saying this or even judge me for choosing my husband over my kids at this point. But, after giving it all of my thought I feel if there’s ever a time wherein I have to make a choice, I would definitely choose my husband over them and here are my reasons why... 1. WE CHOSE EACH OTHER  Being in an arranged marriage, whatever little choices I was given I chose to get married to my husband and so did he. We were the ones who decided to be by each other’s side for a lifetime and made

She hugged him tight and cried. It was a dark stormy night. The clouds were intensely close, waiting to squeeze tight together and burst out. Nature was mimicking human emotions virtually. Zara didn’t want to leave him; not now at least. She was in love. The kind of love wherein you don’t know if you are better together in a cuddly embrace for some time or lost in each other's thoughts all day. But this was the deciding time of her life. Amit stayed just one block ahead of Zara. She was visiting her parent’s house those days and so was he. She made it a point to see him every time he came around. They loved meeting up for coffees. It always struck me hard when I saw men keep themselves free for other women so easily. I never found the time for my own, forget any other. Probably that explains the whole chaos around me now. Oh well, I still haven't introduced myself. I am Rahul, Zara’s husband and this is my story. She used to mention about Amit a lot. They were childhood friends. Thei

She hugged him tight and cried. It was a dark stormy night. The clouds were intensely close, waiting to squeeze tight together and burst out. Nature was mimicking human emotions virtually. Zara didn’t want to leave him; not now at least. She was in love. The kind of love wherein you don’t know if you are better together in a cuddly embrace for some time or lost in each other's thoughts all day. But this was the deciding time of her life. Amit stayed just one block ahead of Zara. She was visiting her parent’s house those days and so was he. She made it a point to see him every time he came around. They loved meeting up for coffees. It always struck me hard when I saw men keep themselves free for other women so easily. I never found the time for my own, forget any other. Probably that explains the whole chaos around me now. Oh well, I still haven't introduced myself. I am Rahul, Zara’s husband and this is my story. She used to mention about Amit a lot. They were childhood friends. Thei

I have two boys, aged ten and four. They are very precious to me. My life definitely revolves around them. While this remains a fact, the reverse is also true (at least for now ;). Living in a huge joint family, these boys have always been super pampered. I am mostly the one yelling and disciplining them. Of course, I do occasionally spoil and coddle them too (who anyway wants to live a ‘strict mom’ tag all her life?).   These millennials I believe are mostly born with a silver spoon. Everything comes to them even before they demand. What's happening because of this is, it's making the material life freely and easily available to them. I remember one of my uncles telling me, how he had struggled all his youth to get to where he is now, that he would never want his kids to do the same. He gave them the best of everything very readily. And at that time being a teenager, I would still argue with him that I wouldn’t want to do that with my kids ever. Easier said than done I guess. They go

नाती ही अशी असतात..खुप कही बोलून पण बरच कही बोलायचा असत..खुप कही कलुन पण बरच कही कळत नस्त..खुप अन्तर चालून पण बरच अन्तर बाकि असतो..कुठल्या ही गोष्टी साठी काहीच प्रमाण नसतो..मोजता काहीच येत नही..तरी पण नतयअन्चि हीच तर गम्मत असते,की आपली भावना प्रेम अणि विश्वासात सांगता येते..जितका जास्त प्रेम तितका जास्त विश्वास अणि तितकीच कमी भीती,म्हणुन म्हणतात प्रेम करायचा मनापासून..खुप अपेक्षाना धक्का देत मन तोडून जातो..अणि काहीच न मागता पण खुप कही देऊन जातो…

One season has gone past me,I have been through the quest for joy,I am not assertive about the distance I have covered,So it’s the time to reckon, of the trail I have crossedTo start was the known lane,To choose between was stone path and green pastures,It was simple and easy to go for green pastures..To my amusement, it wasn’t so obviousMy illusion of having known it was fake !Suddenly transforming, it shattered my perceptionsLost I staggered, wandered...Too much lost in transition, but no delightful creation.Yes, there was a dawn of realization,Rifting apart, my thoughts got influencedI stood there for myself, seeing the bridge of my dreams and life flouting awayA huge sea poured in from nowhere separating me into two halvesI am still, pondering for the fate that slapped me so absurdlyWhy it took so long to comprehend the insanity of my ideas ?It wasn’t the insanity though; it was the apprehension of my surrounding which could not amalgamate this rebel,So, at this point, I stand, still con

    Sometimes losing is important because how you accept your defeat and work on it is more important in the journey of becoming successful...

So, I have been a fan of movies for as long as I can remember. The first movie I remember watching is Kuch Kuch Hota Hai. Like every girl in India, I instantly fell for Rahul, because he was the textbook heartthrob - good looks, a charming personality, and I-don't-care attitude. He was the right amount of a bad boy and also the kind that you can take home to your parents. It is safe to say, that after rewatching the movie in today's time, you can see that he was a total jerk and Anjali was better off with Aman who genuinely loved her for what she was, unlike Rahul who fell for his best friend only after she had a makeover. Anyway, my point is, movies influence us the most. It is the most powerful media of getting your content to the masses. Some people do take movies very seriously and forget that it is a story after all. Some might be based off of real life experiences but majority of the times, minor details are changed to appeal to the crowds or to protect the identities of whom the movie is based on. Not

ये तेरा हर पल बच्चा बनकर रहना, पर वक़्त आते ही चीजें बाघोर तरीके से संभालना; यूं तेरा मुझपे इस तरह हक जताना, और दूसरे ही पल गाली देकर भगा देना, है मुझे भाता   ये तेरा बेफिक्र होकर घूमना, लेकिन उन मुफलिस बच्चो की ओर रूझाना; ये तेरा इतना ज़ाहिर परास्त बनकर, हर एक बंदे से मुलाकात करना, है मुझे भाता   ये तेरा मुझपे इतना ऐतमाद होना, की तेरी ज़्यादातर बात मुझको यूं बया करना; ये तेरा मेरे कंधे पर सिर रखना, और मेरे हटने पर मुझे खीच के वहीं ले आना, है मुझे भाता   ये तेरा मेरे बालों को खीचना, मना करने पर और ज़ोर से करना; ये तेरा मेरे साथ वक़्त गुजारना, मिनटों को घंटो में बदलते देखना, है मुझे भाता, है मुझे भाता....

Do anything for your own satisfaction not for people's appreciation...