Karuna was pacing up and down the veranda, when the wall clock struck, letting her know it’s two-o’clock already. This did little good to her, as only her pace increased further. “Dipti should have been home by now – her school ends at 1:30 hrs and the school bus drops her near their house by 1:50 hrs” murmured a worried Karuna to herself. After a couple of quick calls made to her husband and mother, she sought some comfort taking a seat by the veranda while fidgeting with her pendant impatiently, awaiting her daughter Dipti’s return from school.
It all came back to Karuna in flashes. She remembered how during her childhood days days, her mother Disha used to wake up couple of hours before her, make breakfast for the family, pack her bag, get her ready, drop her to school, supervised all chores at home during daytime, attended the needs of all family members, and later in the day cooked meals, helped her with her studies. “Didn’t she get tired ever?” wondered Karuna, Continue reading “A Happy Mother”→
And then the sky full of dark clouds break free; the rain gods embrace us with their love; the aroma of the first rain drops feeling the earth; 83 mm rain they say in the news; the sweet sound of water drops hitting the roof; the meadows appear greener; the streets cleaner; playing football now has a new dimension – slide and here I go; puddle of water in the roads; jump-splash and smiles all around; all sorts of insects humming their tunes; the frogs joining the music; the ecstasy of dancing in the rain; colourful umbrellas pop out all over the streets; the screech of wipers; the smell of freshly prepared fries and tea; whoa! there goes a lightning strike; a bike ride – till the last inch of the soul gets drenched in love, and the pain washed away; a slight shiver down the back; the power supply goes for a toss; stories pour out as family and friends gather along; fireflies start their light show; both hands outstretched I run to embrace the rain – sink myself in this tranquility – a smile lit up – monsoon is here @ Goa 🙂
The temperature is rising, the summer is here and we are on the lookout to beat the heat. While some are holidaying in some cooler parts, some are setting their tans right, and the rest is having their share of fun at home. Summer holidays have been an integral part as we grew up. At school we used to be all excited and eagerly awaited the summer break, to visit our native place, to go out on holiday, have fun time with family and friends. Later in our college days, the fun part slowly gave way to a more professional touch as projects, internships occupied the break. And then once in professional world, summer breaks finally starts giving out – with summer breaks becoming fewer as a bachelor, and occasional as a parent trying to maintain the ‘work-life-balance‘.
The question that pops out is, “Should working parents get summer holidays?”
Let’s have a look at what summer breaks for working parents have to offer us: Continue reading “Beat the Heat !!”→
Homemakers vs. working women, who manage their families better – an age-old saga that has gained more prominence in recent times, when we are coming of age from the ancient ideology of men going out to work to sustain a living for their family while women stay at home tending the family.
Let’s take a look at what all we expect from a homemaker or to put in a different way as to what a homemaker has to offer. A homemaker plays the key roles of a daughter, a sister, a wife, a mother, a teacher, a friend amongst others. She tends the house, attend the needs of every member, cook food, supervise the maids, do daily chores, provide drop and pick up support to school for her children, check on the family member from time to time, get the groceries on time, pay the bills, and more. Continue reading “Set HER free…”→
Jenny loves to sleep on the left side of her bed; Debabrata shakes his legs when seated; Neha folds her arms, while Subendhu runs his fingers through his hair when talking to someone; Ravi brushes his teeth twice daily; the first thing Tarun does after returning from office is to log in Facebook; Anita checks her mobile phone in every 10 mins, even though there is no new notification; Sayantan likes to light up a smoke and read a book before hitting the bed at night; Amit checks his pockets frivolously before going out of the house; the singer in Vivek comes alive when he takes a bath; after checking a new mail, Greg re-reads previous mails and/or surfs the net for sometime before resuming work.
All of the above have one thing in common, the respective behavioral patterns of the individuals, keep repeating when faced with the identical situations, almost involuntarily; with time, they have grown to become our Habits. Continue reading “Have It !!”→
Ding-dong, the doorbell rang. Anita rushed to open it; it was Aakash, her younger brother. Aakash returned from his evening adda with friends. Seeing his sister open the door, he tried to quickly slip into his room without exchanging much greetings – whilst busily munching on his chewing gum. The strong smell of tobacco gushing from Aakash’s breath couldn’t escape Anita’s staunch smell organ! “Why on earth do you smoke?”, yelled Anita at her younger sibling, as Aakash made way to his room amidst a flurry of questions thrown at him by his sister.
Later that night, after Aakash’s parents and his elder sister were off to sleep, he strolled up to the balcony of his room to light a smoke. As he took the drag, he reflected back to what his sister said earlier in the evening. “Why do I smoke?” Continue reading “Confessions of a smoker !!”→
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense ,who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He would be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:
– Knowing when to come in out of the rain;
– Why the early bird gets the worm;
– Life isn’t always fair;
– And maybe it was my fault. Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don’t spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge). Continue reading “Obituary !!”→
Tell me how many times one come across people who are frustrated and blames fate for their present condition or who are not happy as things didn’t turned out the way they hoped and now they blame it on fate? Well, the answer is quite obvious – countless. Talks about fate, destiny and others goes on every now and then; for some it’s an excuse, as things went wrong and opposite to what they hoped for; while for others it’s a reason, due to unexpected outcomes and a cause for happiness. Nevertheless, whatever we call it – fate, destiny, etc. – it seems lingering around somewhere close to us, though we are not aware of it – as it appears. Continue reading “It must have been ‘FATE’….”→