Passing The Buck – Our Favourite Game!


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What is the national game of our nation?  It’s not hockey or cricket.  But “Passing The Buck“.  We enjoy it to the core as there’s no referee in this game other than our conscience which we seldom refer to.

Since the day when our country has attained the status of an independent nation we have gained the expertise in the aforesaid game.  The lightening speed with which we point out fingers starting from neighbors to authorities to government is unmistakable.

Be it the safety of women in the country, the corruption levels, the lack of cleanliness, hay-wire situation of law and order – name it and we have a standard reaction “This government is ineffective”, ” This government failed to deliver on its promises”, “Nothing changes in this country“.   We are in continuous habit of whining but not even once we are ready to…

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Food isn’t just nourishment. Food isn’t three times a daily necessity. Food isn’t just needed to live. Food is a culture. Food is a ritual. Food is a passion. Food is happiness for a sulking child. Food is a comfort for someone unwell. Food is family time for a man who worked hard all day. Food is Mother’s love for a son who brought tiffin from home. Food is hope for the poor. Food is a livelihood for the Farmer, for the Milkman, for the Sabjiwala. 

For me, food is the Kachori made by my Baba. The one he used to make when I was a little girl. I was hardly 11 when he passed away, but I still remember the taste. The whole ritual when he used to make them on weekends taking one whole morning and I used to hang around him, bobbing with anticipation and asking…

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I have written many emotional Articles but today I wanna be a little practical. So I would like to discuss some facts with you. Yes, facts about the girl child. 

The first and very interesting fact is that every foetus is a female at first. In the first five to six weeks every embryo starts off as a female child until the Y chromosome kicks in and the embryo starts growing into a boy. The biggest evidence that supports this theory is the fact that all male have nipples, as they were once a female foetus. 

  • India has the largest population of children (below 18 years), with 400 million.

  • India witnesses more than 27,00,000 child deaths a year, with the figures for female children being much higher than male children

  • 53% of girls in the age group 5 to 9 years are illiterate

  • 75% of married Indian women were underage…

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Slowly And Steadily Change Has Set In


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As parents of an autistic kid the struggle to find a place in schools apt and catering to the special needs is equally hard as accepting the fact that autism is going to be a part of their lives.  I can say this with utmost conviction because I am a parent to an autistic kid.

Source: GoogleAutism-brain-lead

Life never remains same once parents learn that their kids differ from others or let’s put it this way : their kids have different needs which are labelled as “Special Needs”.  And I am among many such parents whose purpose of life after the diagnosis is to make constant efforts in a bid to make this world a better place for their kid, acceptable to and fro (world to kid, kid to world).

The first worry that struck me instantly was to find a place in school with a staff efficient…

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Come, enter my Darkness
Step in and take a deep breath
Let your eyes adjust to its depths
Try to penetrate its density with your gaze
Feel your way around, dare to step forward
Plunge into it if you intend to find me
Call my name, hear your voice bounce back
Can you hear that echo, is it a tunnel or a cave?
It is cold; it smells damp in here
Don’t touch the walls; the moss covered walls
The stone is chilled under your feet
Water is pooling at your ankles
Don’t be still; Vines will grow on you
Just like they grow on me, Thorny vines
That thing crawling on your back like Spiders
Are my thoughts, that have webbed me in
Snakes slither and coil around your back
Hissing things unspoken into your ear
Don’t be fooled by the incantations they murmur
For poison is their fangs that lick you
Arch your neck up; there are rafters there
Bats hang there; they are venomous
On the crack in the wall, there is a Red Rose
The last life that will wither soon
Do me one last favour, my love
Light that lone match in your matchbox
Set this place on fire, burn it down
My blood is the all it needs to consume
Fuelling it, as it swallows like hungry beast
You can’t take me with you my love
But you can free me from my Prison
Liberate my soul from the pain of my body
Let me be unchained from the links of fate
Torch the walls, the vines, the rafters, the darkness
Let the bats, the spiders, the thorns, turn to ashes
And see me smile once and for last time
As I watch them, all incinerate around me
Before I dissolve into a puff of smoke
At last released, At last at peace
For my soul has wings of feather
And now I fly into the Light…..
That is what Love does
It vanquishes all the darkness
It becomes the saviour
It burns bright and brilliant


Women Empowerment – What I Think


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I am very confused and unsure about what shall I write today.  Especially with a heavy weight term that I have used in the title I am searching for the right words to present my views to the T.  Trust me it’s not easy with a sensitive issue like this.  I just hope not to enrage tempers, rest is manageable 😉.  Forgive me if I am wrong somewhere.

Well this issue of “Women Empowerment” reminds of a certain advertisement endorsed by one of the leading actress of current times, below is the link, have a look:

Do share your views after you are done with this video in the comment section, I would be waiting.

When I saw this video I found it pretty shallow, out of sync at many places.  To cut it short I would say that I agree to disagree with it.  Because I believe…

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Hi Everyone,

Deeper the love, painful the separation would be.

Deeper the trust, fatal the betrayal would be.

Deeper the roots, stronger the tree would be.

Deeper the wound, longer the healing would be.

Deeper the knowledge, calmer the person would be.

Deeper the enmity, ferocious the end would be.

Deeper the sleep, blissful the life would be.

Deeper the addiction, difficult the solution would be.

Deeper the faith, greater the Patience would be.

We need to decide carefully what we are indulging into, because once we reach depth, coming back to surface won’t be easy even if we want to.

Source: Depth

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