• If you have seen these serials, your childhood was savage
    Sonal yakkundi | 12-Aug-2019
    If you have seen these serials, your childhood was savage   Let us take you on a ride to the serials in the ’90s to 2010 when Indian television was at its best. For readers in Indian, get ready to claim your slice of nostalgia! People who were born in the ’90s, their childhood was the best, as these serials were telecasted then. Let’s go back in time and remember your childhood.     Hum Paanch       This show had a perfect recipe for comedy. Hum Paanch featured a nagging wife, five dysfunctional daughters with their own unique ways of seeing life, a talking portrait of the dead first wife, and amid all of them the husband finding it really hard to survive in the female-dominated house!                     Shaktimaan   ‘Sorry Shaktimaan’ – how many times have you said this line? We thank this serial for gifting us our favourite superhero. It ha
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  • SAVE WATER,DRINK WINE :D
    Sonal yakkundi | 12-Aug-2019
    SAVE WATER, DRINK WINE  #Basic Types of Wine You Should Know!   Each wine type actually has its own characteristic and varies from the other. The taste, ingredient, and acidity vary depending on the wine you choose. To make it simple, we will classify the wine into 5 main categories; Red, White, Rose, Sweet or Dessert and Sparkling. As there are various kinds of wine and their types, here is a list of the basic type which you should know!         1. White Wine   The exact way to make white wine is to extract the red pigments away and utilize on grape juice only. Mostly, white wine will provide flavor character including bright, savory, and creamy based on the inputs. Recommended varieties for wine beginners are Chardonnay, Riesling, Sauvignon Blanc, and Moscato.             Food Pairing: Creamy cheese (Soft Cheese), white bread, meat, fish, seafood or salads.       2. Red Wine   Production of red wine
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  • Fly like a kite, with a little string in my hand
    Neha Mirashi | 03-Aug-2019
    The word "possessive" takes on a very strong and real meaning when your child starts interacting, and actually liking other people. And if this happens in the " i need to start disciplining my child" phase, you have had it. It is a mental roller coaster. You want to be the "good cop", always. You also know you cannot afford to be the good cop, because there is no "bad cop" around, other than you, not for many miles.I am still trying to figure out what disciplining means.I am trying hard to look into my past to see how, or even if, my sister and i were disciplined. For some reason, the word discipline brings forth a negative image. A picture of a cane and military style stand-in-attention, in a straight line, with ram rod straight backs. No laughing, no smiling, no giggling.When Aria makes a mess on the floor with water and mud, am i supposed to discipline her or let the joy on her face overrule?When Aria insists on eating on her own in the most messy way possible, am i supposed to discipline her or appreciate
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  • If a woman speaks and nobody is listening , her name is probably MOM!
    Team Kalamwali | 24-Jul-2019
    - BY EESHA PATWARDHAN   A year earlier I may have read this quote and scoffed at it not feeling the weight of every single word. Today , two months after being blessed with a baby , these words have a whole new meaning to me. Motherhood is the least appreciated yet most gratifying job any human could ever have . Motherhood is like the air we breathe, its vital to life yet we take it for granted . We accept it because we have it so readily available and on top of that a mothers love knows no bound so all the more reason for us to take it for granted . But motherhood is no cakewalk for sure. A mother is born the day a baby is born , a woman quickly switches over to the role of a caregiver and nurturer . It is not only physically painful to become a mother but also a very long and difficult mental journey . From being somebody else’s baby , you now suddenly have one to call your own and within seconds of it being born you need to care for it . a.k.a feed it , love it and make it all your own. Wh
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  • माँ, तुम मुझसे ज़्यादा बहादुर हो....
    Shashikant Sharma | 29-Jun-2019
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    तुमने मुझे पाल-पोश कर बड़ा किया, शायद अपने स्वार्थ के लिए, कि बड़ा होकर मैं तुम्हारी सेवा करूंगा, तुम्हारे दुख में साथ रहूंगा, लेकिन देखो ना, मैं कितना स्वार्थी निकला, जो तुम्हे छोड़ दिया, बोल दिया मेरे वेतन से तुम घर चला लेना, मैं फ़ोन किया करूंगा. _______________ मैंने ज़िद करी थी जब जाने की, तुम किसी कोने में रो रही थी, तुमने कई शहादतें देखीं हैं, इसलिए तुमने मुझे रोका था, मैं नासमझ सा उम्र के साथ आये जोश में निकल पड़ा घर से, तुम्हारे आशीर्वाद के लिए मेरी बीवी ने मुझे टोका था. _______________ माँ मैंने देखा था पापा को चाचा से बात करने में उलझे थे शायद, माँ मैंने देखा था छुटकी को मेरे पर्स में, तुम्हारी तस्वीर छुपाते हुए, किताबें लिए हुए पैर छुआ था जिसने मेरा, उस भाई को देखा था, आईने में देखा था मैंने मेरी बीवी को, आँचल में आंसू बहाते हुए. _______________ रोहित को देखा था मैंने मेरी वर्दी में खुद की कल्पना करते हुए, मेरी हिम्मत से बाहर था रोशनी को, मेरी पैरों से अलग करना, मे
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  • "Sukhi raha, Beta"
    Asmita Javdekar | 17-May-2019
    I chanced upon him at a subway station in New York. It had been a few years since I had heard anyone speak with that nasal stalwart Puneri twang which I so detested while growing up in our very typical "Koknastha Brahmin" household. However, on that very cold January morning, in a country which still felt somewhat foreign, the Marathi falling on my ears was like wisps of sunshine warming the cockles of nostalgia.My tapping on his shoulder was almost involuntary."Namaskar!Me Vidya Joglekar, Kasba Peth, Pune" "Namaste, Me Shrirang Datey, Sadashiv Peth" he replied with the most magnanimous smile and kind eyes I had ever seen. We met almost every day after that, sometimes for coffee, sometimes over lazy lunches but most of the time for long walks at the Central Park. All we ever did was speak. In a way, it was therapeutic. I emptied all those emotions so deeply buried within me. I wept, he offered me his shoulder.I vented out all my frustrations and helplessness and he gave me a patient hearing.He was a man of
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  • An autumn trip to Himalayan village, Sonapani
    Jyoti | 01-Dec-2018
    Sonapani is a small place situated in Nainital district of Kumaon division, Uttarakhand. It is approximately 70 kms from Kathgodam near Satoli village. It has a good road connectivity from Kathgodam/Haldwani railway stations and the entire drive is through dense forests of pine and deodar trees providing beautiful views. Himalayan village is a 20-acre property in Sonapani, consisting of beautiful orchards and offering stunning views of the greater Himalayas. There are 12 cottages present at 5 levels, each cottage offering beautiful views. You can choose the cottage depending on your privacy options or willingness to walk to the main dining area which is located at the topmost level! Beautiful trees and flowering shrubs adorn the entire property. Each cottage consists of a single bedroom, a bathroom and a porch where you can relax in the sun, read a book or simply laze around doing nothing. All the food provided here is organically grown in their own farms and arranged in a buffet. You will be treated to a de
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  • Kapil Muzumdar | 14-Sep-2017
    So don't be restless and impatient to run simply because others are ready and running. You take your time to build your own charm. Your charm shall always be unique because it is your own. And when you begin running, they'll falter, not because there's anything wrong with them, but because they found you more right than they thought you could ever be!  
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  • Kapil Muzumdar | 28-Jun-2017
    They say opposites attract, so can (how) two diametrically opposite natured individuals come (live) together (happily)? I am talking about people with elaborative polar differences. The fascination towards something different than who you are sounds utterly exciting and the two get drawn to each other easily to help foster a relationship. Like, he believes in frugality, she is extravagant. She is generous while he stingy. She is high-energy and he is supposedly laid back. He loves reading while she would consume her day chattering. Add to this, their diverse ‘socio-economic’ backgrounds and friend circle. So opposites beyond magnets could attract…hmm. Well, human nature to grain on anything new, different or farther from own self is a notable & aspirational trait. It’s a natural human instinct to discover. We are kind of hard-wired for this. And that works here too! Moreover, to be identical or grossly similar could perhaps be utterly boring… Frankly, it is difficult
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  • Men, Money and Misogyny.
    Manali Jobanputra | 20-Feb-2017
    Scenario 1 :   I was out for dinner with my better half at a well known 5-star restaurant. The moon shone above us and the cold breeze surrounded us. Dinner ended on a perfect note and we called for the bill. The waiter walked towards us with the bill booklet and I raised my hand to take it, he ignored it and handed it to the man.   My reaction : WTF ?     Scenario 2 :   I was lunching at a 3-star restaurant with a male friend. We got done and called for the bill. He came up to the table and handed the bill to my male friend.   My reaction : WTF?   I couldn’t stop myself from asking the waiter  why did he so, and his reply bewildered me. He said ” Women don’t pay because they can’t earn, men pay because men earn.”   Everyplace I’ve been with a male friend, I’ve been treated like this and I fail to understand why. A majority of women today are self sufficient and can pay their own bills and our society ne
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  • L’amour, Flânerie et Paris ! (Part 3)
    Manali Jobanputra | 15-Feb-2017
    So it had been a week since the wonderful-dreamy proposal and Veronica was still on cloud 9. She was back in India and couldn’t stop narrating the dreamy proposal to her friends. She was  cheerful and full of zeal all the time. She would talk to Fawad everyday on Skype or Voice calls and eagerly waited for him to return to India.   Months passed by and everything was going great between the two lovers, and Fawad was returning to Mumbai that week. Veronica was ecstatic as the same week, her book was set to be  launched. When Veronica returned from Paris, the famous XYZ publishers were publishing it. The book was going to be a compilation of the wonderful stories and blogs written by Veronica. She hadn’t revealed that to Fawad yet as she had planned to surprise him.   Soon, the day came and Fawad was back to Mumbai, and Veronica was super excited. She couldn’t go to the airport to receive him, as she was occupied with the book launch work but she did send a bouquet and
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  • L’amour, Flânerie et Paris ! (Part 2)
    Manali Jobanputra | 13-Feb-2017
    Fawad couldn’t watch her cry, he wiped away her tears and pressed his lips on her cheeks. She realized how special all this felt and that this was everything she had been looking for. Veronica looked at him and said ” I’m going to miss you tons ” to which he replied ” me too sweety! ” and they sipped the freshly brewed coffee.   Veronica returned to her room and got to packing and preparing to leave Paris. If only she could  pack him and the wonderful moments spent with him too !  The sun went down, packing was done and Veronica had her last few hours to absorb Paris ! She lay on the bed re-living each moment she had spent in the past few days, which was soon broken by a knock on the door.   She opened the door, and was taken by surprise. It was Fawad, all suited up, like he already wasn’t charming enough. The suit added to his charm and he looked stunning. Veronica gazed at him like a minion gazes at a banana. ” You’re lazing? Oh c
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  • L’amour, Flânerie et Paris ! (Part 1 )
    Manali Jobanputra | 12-Feb-2017
    She wore a lovely smile , cloaking the scars beneath her flawless  facade. To the world, she was a beautiful happy woman, none but her own heart knew her desolation.   Veronica was a strong and independent woman living in Mumbai. She was a travel writer who loved exploring the globe, meeting new people and acquainting with new cultures.     365 days ago…     Veronica was extremely excited as her next expedition was to the city of Love ; Paris. Like every 20-something girl, she fantasized of finding the love of her life in the city of lovers. With three huge suitcases and a heart full of hope, Veronica flew to Paris!   À Paris….   As walked out of the airport,  she was greeted by a husky-hypnotic voice that said “Bonjour Madameosille ! “.  She was intrigued by the voice and couldn’t help but look in the direction of the voice. Veronica spotted a man dressed in a blue suit, a short boxed beard covered most of hi
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  • Priyanshi Banerjee | 07-Feb-2017
    TEENAGE LIFE! Seems fun but is not. When I return to the thought bubble a week before I recall that just a week before I had been separated from my friends, not by some outside force, but a force from within- the awakening! A sudden jerk just turned my head towards solitude. This somehow turned out to be the reason behind the beads of perspiration rolling down my forehead as I felt that I won’t be able to make friends and jumped onto the conclusion that I would die alone sitting on a rocking chair, all soaked in depression! Then my birthday approached! The huge burden which bumped onto my bosom as I had no friends, no party and most importantly- no smile. But then I turned my eyes to my teacher-life! may sound a philosopher’s talk but solitude was the phase which made me aware about everything, all you need is your companionship. One may not have friends but if someone has that spirit to share everything with his own self! Viola! You have a new best friend-you. One does not need to venture into da
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  • artofchandra | 28-Oct-2016
    गेम, सेट, मिसमॅच आॅफिसमध्ये  आल्या - आल्या ' सेक्सी विदाउट व्हिआग्रा ' अर्थात ' सेविव्ही ' ने  ' पार्टनर्स फाॅर यु ' ची साईट उघडली. जास्त वेळ न दवडता ' फक्त तुझीच ' अर्थात ' फतू ' च होम पेज उघडल आणि झटदिशी एक मेसेज टाईप करून पोस्ट केला. त्याला माहित होत की मासा गळाला लागलेला आहे ! त्यामुळे उत्तराची वाट खन बघता त्याने रुटीन कामाला सुरुवात केली. उत्तर तो वाचणार होताच पण थोड्या वेळाने. ' और, सब कुछ ठीक ना ? ' त्याच्या बाजूने जाता - जाता सिस्टीम मेंटेनन्सच्या अतीकने विचारल.  ' हुं ...' त्याच्याकडे न बघता तो म्हणाला. ' काय मॅनेजमेंट आहे ! फेसबुक, हाय फाइव्ह… फ्रेन्डशिपच्या सगळ्या साईट्स ब्लॉक केल्यायत, भुक्कड साले '. म्हणे लोक काम कमी करतात आणि चॅटिंग जास्त. परफाॅरमन्स वर परिणाम होतो. मुर्खानो ! चॅटिंगच करायचं झालं तर जीमेल किंवा याहूवर नाही का करता येत ? का आता तेही ब्लाॅक करणार ? ' पार्टनर्स फार यु ' ही साईट नजरेतून सुटली हे नशीबच म्हणायचं, नाहीतर ती ही ब्लाॅक केली असती साल्यांनी. ' मॅनेजमेंट विषयीचा राग त्याच्या मनात ओसंडून वहात होता...         &nb
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  • One day, at dawn.
    Ankit Abhishek | 20-Oct-2016
    As sudden as death, it happens. You wake up with no idea how you did or what time it is at least once in a lifetime. And for the first time you want to stay awake. The silence, the stillness of the cool fresh air filled with the purging sounds of some exotic birds you never heard makes you nostalgic for all the mornings you have already missed. You look out of the window. It is not a morning but it isn’t a night also. What do we call it, how would you know? You just hunker against the walls, look out and let it sink in. No amount of photography can preserve what you see now. No one is there and no one will ever know. But don’t bother telling. It is yours; they will get theirs, but no one can understand. The fire lit inside you, the sparkle on your face is a pleasing surprise. You finally know that all the dreams, the little mischiefs are still in there. But then the day breaks. You feel sad that tomorrow you may forget, but please do not fret. Just try to remember it all for your life. Do no
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