Gloom or Dhoommmm.....

Diwali without crackers n sounds… is a complete No-no. Against the festive mood. Like Holi without colours. Since my childhood I am very crazy of these crackers, especially the (Bombs). I would start my Diwali with a bomb and also end with the same. Enjoyment with Bombardments was the sole motto. I still remember during my B-com 1st year, Evening time, Mom: No, this diwali no crackers, you are grown up, leave those kiddish nature. Burning crackers means burning the cash. My elder sis: Rimu, from this year we will say no to crackers, she started the slogan of clean and healthy environment, no sound pollution. 

What no to crackers??? An inch also I was not pleased with their thoughts. I made a pumpkin kind of face and sat in front of my Dad. Turning over his file, he looked at me, raising his brows, with an expression of what happened to my little one. I said today is Diwali and you know how much crazy I am for this festival, yet no ingredients I find to make my mood. Soon my mom started with her list of objections. But my dad is the Best, he took me in his scooter to the shop. While closing the main gate, I too looked at our neighbour's children and said in my mind, Beta today I am gonna show you my Diwali, just wait till I return.

Whole way thinking which bomb I will purchase and how many, calculating the numbers II reached the shop. Excitingly, I jumped from the scooter. My dad caught the Anar, chakri but I picked the bombs, mirchi bomb, all diff kind of bomb…. Dad was astonishly gazing at me, but I was continuing with my activity. Finally, I finished with the stuff and went for billing. Dad: Rimu, are you serious, you are going to burn these. With a wink I nodded my head, yes dad. Then what about these anar, fuljhari. Yeah, dad we wil take this also. Mom and Di will manage. He did not believed but the billing was already made. He paid the cash. 

In the evening, Mom and Di were busy lighting the Diya’s but Dad was the first one to get ready to go downstairs with me, after seing my shopping. Really friends, it was a complete yuhuuu Diwali where all bombs were exploded by me, no one to share, even touch my possessions. J J I used to light the bombs holding in my hand and then throw it away. Bravo reema Bravo!!!And the most interesting were the rockets, you never know where it goes. Once the rocket was after me. And maximum times it went to our neighbours house. Oopss Sorry Aunty n Uncle. (Sayad rocket to apka hi ka ghar acha and safe lagta hai landing k liye)hhehehe. But whole time You could hear mom saying Rimu play it safe and Dad running after me and Didi siting with her fuljhari and Anar. hehehee Till 11 the show goes on and then time for feeding the hungry taste buds. Hmmmm Tasty, mouth watering dinner. Yummyyy. But this diwali, I believed staying eco-friendly, but yes only this diwali. Becz all time I can’t be so generous and humble. Next Diwali, as penalty I would explode the double and hav a blast. Is diwali ap kya soche rahe hain???? HAPPY AND SAFE DIWALI!!!!!!!!

Its never late, for the Good to be Done...

It was 9:30 pm Chintu’s bed time. Chintu is a student of S.t Paul's school, reading in std VII.

Mummy: Chintu beta time to sleep, come up hury, otherwise you will get late for the school tomorrow. Chintu: am coming mummy. Mummy: what were you doing in the drawing room Chintu: completing my homework. Mummy: u said u completed ur homework in the evening, you lied me??? Chintu: no , no it was some other homework. Mummy: other…. What other.. I didn’t get you. Chintu: well, I am feeling sleepy, will talk tomorrow, luv u mummy, gudnite,sweetdreams. Mummy: murmuring other kind of homework… k dear, gudnite, sweetdreams. 

Soon Mummy went to drawing room to find out what was the other kind of homework..!!!!! To her astonishment she saw so many notebooks lying on his table labelled with different names .. she checked one by one , they were all his classmates copy. She wondered why these notebooks are here???? While arranging them she heard some jingles.. chik chik chik… Her eyes fall on a box which was half closed. Inorder to close it properly, the lid fall down. She sighed Oh God!!! So much money. She was awestruck… their were lots of coins and four 100 Rs note. How come its possible, I never gave Chintu any pocket money so from where it has come… I doubt it might be some of his savings.. then… natural thoughts pennying into her mind, is he stealing.. oh lord..no...no...no, he can never do this. Tension kept rolling in her mind, she decided to wait till tomorrow morning till Chintu wakes up. Whole night went just changing sides in the bed… 

Next morning, as it was 6:30 am, soon she went to Chintu. Chintu get up, get up beta, its time. Chintu: Goodmorning mummy and kissed on her mother’s cheeks. Mummy: smiled and kissed him on his forehead. Mummy: Chintu, if I ask you something you will say me the truth. Chintu: why are you saying so, I never hide anything from you. Mummy: Beta, yesterday you told something about other homework, what was that… Chintu : mmmm Mummy nothing just like dat. Mummy: are you hiding anything from me. Chintu: no mummy nothing. Mummy: r u sure!!! Chintu: double sure, lock it!!! Mummy: k tell me then why have you brought your other classmates copy chintu: for reference in my homework. Mummy: what kind of reference you need, when I am their. Chintu: Oh ho mummy, just like that. Mummy : and chintu I found a box filled with coins ans 100 rs, whats the story behind this. (Chintu with half complete yawn turned his face around) Mummy: will you say me the truth. Chintu: Mummy those are my savings Mummy: what savings, I would have believed it if I would have given u any pocket money and I know how much mentality you have for saving a penny even. Chintu: silent… Mummy: Common say me, are you doing anything wrong, are you stealing.. Chintu: No mummy no, no stealing. Mummy: then 

Chintu: Mummy, actually, I am, am I. Mummy: chintu speak up fast, you are getting late for school also. Chintu: Mummy, I am doing all homework of my friends and am paid for it. Those notebooks you saw, that is the other homework of mine. And those money, I earned from doing their work. Mummy: Slapped chintu… are you mad, you insane, what rubbish, who told you to do this, who gave you this idea, and why do you need money, aren’t we providing you what ever you want, what more you need, just say me. You bowed my head with shame. I don’t believe this, at this age if you are behaving like this, then afterwards what more nasty things you will start doing. Chintu : sorry mummy, I didn't want to hurt you but I needed money. Mummy: what money??? You could have asked me. 

Chintu: but you and Papa were running short of money. Chintu: Mummy, last week , dadu’s glasses had broken. He asked dad to repair it , but Dad said to manage him this month, as he is running short of money and you also said you don't have money for repairing. So I thought its of no use to asking you both again. Mummy: so wat??? Anyhow we could have managed for you. You are our first priority. And wait a min, by the way why you need money???I want money not for me. I don't know you all have noticed or not but I have observed that without specks Dadu is unable to do a single work. Yet, he is quiet, adjusting with the fact that this month, anyhow he has to manage without his specks. You remember Mummy, One day I was crying for Pizza. That day Dadu, brought Pizza for me. Later I came to know from dad and your’s conversation that instead of bringing his medicines, with that money he brought pizza for me. I felt so bad. I decided, I won’t behave so stubbornly next time. When he can bring smile in my face, why can’t I bring somelight to his eyes. So, to repair his specks, I have done all this. I cannot go out and work anywhere. You and dad cannot do anything for him for a month. And I can’t see dadu behaving as a blind man. I didn’t have any other option left. 

Mummy: head down with shame. Without a word left the room. She narrated the whole incident to her husband. Both felt a mark of shame in each other’s face. Soon she took out money from her savings and gave to her husband and asked him to get the speck soon repaired. I have narrated this story because I want to make everyone realise that Parents at the old age also never try to get away from their duties or responsibilities, then being a child of their’s how could we do such a blunder???

MOMA my FIRST Student

Few minutes back me and Moma had some argument, I got annoyed and left the room, sitting alone in the drawing room, resting my cheeks on my hand. After few mins I received a message in my mobile ....Beep Beep, text message….. Rimuuu are u still angry on me, beta plz smile ur Moma luvs u lot... 

I rubbed my eyes again and again…. Moma texting me. This is the first time ever I received a text from Moma. Yeah she could do it!!!!!Seeing the message I ran to her, Moma you did it, so sweet message, I love u lott... we both exchanged smiles. She took me to her arms and kissed my forehead, I too kissed her soft strawberry cheeks.... 

My mother, she is a housewife. She carries on her duty perfectly. With the upcoming of new trends, techniques, gadgets she too has some desires to know about them. Once I was texting message to my friend, Mama was noticing me and then she said your fingers move very fast. I smiled and continued playing with my mobile unnoticing the intention of her comments. When I looked up for the Tv remote, I saw she was struggling with her mobile to do the same. I asked what are you doing Mama…. ???? She said I too want to learn the usage of the cellphone but I am unable to do and even no one has time to guide me. That day I realized, she gave her whole life in teaching me and how could I neglect this desire of her’s. 

I touched her soft hands, and said from today I am you Teacher and you are my first student. I took out her specks and laid it on her nose and started guiding her about the cellphone usages. Mama first you need to press this one, then go to options….. then like this and I went on with my words……….To my every word she paid equal attention, nodding her head and would follow the same. After finishing my nap I saw she remained in the same position with her specks, murmuring options, create message ……..recalling the techniques which I taught her. Really, when you have a desire to learn, it just shows. I poked myself hard, what a mistake I did by unnoticing her hidden desires. It was really a very sweet sight for me seeing my Moma behaving like a student. Now, at her leisure time you would find her sitting with her mobile, working on her own. Texting everyone. Receving moma’s message on their inbox everyone got surprised!!!!! Soon they rang to inquire who did the text. Moma smiled and proudly said My daughter taught me and now evrytime do expect my messages in your inbox. These lines energized me more . 

Yeah, I too feel proud of myself, that I could support Moma in fulfilling her desires. But this is not the end, this is just the beginning…. Now being a mentor I would teach her everything whatever I know. Her next wish is to know computer usuage, internet… so am leaving now with my mother to the never ending learning zone…. And I wish you could learn something from my mistake….. Give wings to the desire and see how high it flies….

Wicked Avtar!!!!!

I still remember me and Zenab came out from a shop of laptop accessories. Everywhere there was rush of people, vehicles…. Before I could start my Scooty two people approached us. They were a couple, with a small children. The man had wore check shirts of light colour, formal pants, shiny black shoes. The lady had wore a synthetic peach green, embroidered with white and golden and she had a little baby in her arms covered white cloth to prevent him from dust. They looked worried, thin lines of wrinkle could be seen on the man’s forehead and the lady had watery filled eyes. The man joined his hand infront of us. Me and Zenab surprisingly looked at each other as to what he is doing? I asked what happen?? He said “me with my small family was returning to my hometown but in Railway station somebody has looted our bag.” Listening to this tears were dripping from his wife’s eyes… she caught our hand and said please help us our baby is hungry, he has eaten nothing from afternoon, our all money was in the bag, and for safety purpose my man had put his money in the bag itself. We have no measures left, please for god sake, for my child sake help us plz… The child’s saliva was rolling down from his mouth, looking dull out of hungry and was crying. We thought for a while what to do, I told Zenab let’s give 10 Rs because we have other works to be done, but my dear Zenab she was very much touched by the scene she took out 50Rs from her pocket and gave them. The couple smiled but said if more we could give them. I got annoyed, no courtesy they have, being a student we are giving this much, I told sorry this much only we have. They bid us with blessings and thank you and went away. People in the shops smiled and few laughed at us. We felt little amusing by their behavior, soon a passer by who was observing this negotiation said us, Girls helping is good but you have been made fool. These are the new Avatars , new strategies of the beggar’s. And today you were their victims. Next time be careful. We nodded our head …. Without lookind around I started the scooty soon as all eyes were at us. I accelerated the speed and went out of the place. For few mins we both were driven in some thought, after 10 mins I broke the silent atmosphere. Through the glasses I looked frowningly at zenab, good my dear you could have taken out the 100 Rs note why even more than that. She gave a smile, said “chal chod na, jo hona tha wo ho gaya, isse sikh to milli hame, next time kissi pe bharosa nahi karenge.” I said haan but from next time we won’t give any beggar money rather buy some food and give them. And from then whenever I see beggar especially Child beggar, I always give eatables and I would also appreaciate if you do the same!!!!!

HOPE RUPTURES BLOCKAGE

Hundreds turning to thousands, lakhs, crores and now may be more….. yes, Anna Hazare’s strong motto led this magic happened. The Lokpal Bill which remained just in papers, has now become a prime concern of the nation. Even a school going child is acquainted with this term. The whole nation whole heartedly is supporting Annaji to their full extent. People have come out of their houses to the roads to support Annaji and get the Lokpal bill passed. This movement has gained immense popularity and now Indians no longer want to get suppressed by the superiors. Our constitution says we all are equal but this statement falls down when our Superiors of the Nation are involve in any activity. Corruption is the root cause and an hinderance in our country’s growth. Everywhere corruption has its effect from a small work to the top level. I do agree with the advent of this bill Corruption cannot be eroded from the root, but to some extent corrupt practices can be brought to stop. Once, this happens then definitely it will bear fruitful results. This development will mark a tremendous growth to our country in all the spheres. Delaying this bill indicates about the deeds of our superiors about their concern towards our nation. If they do not understand the necessity of the bill, then it’s a shame for us to elect them as rulers/representatives of our country. Any step for development is always welcomed and chance must be given when lots of hope and faith are added with it.

Think a While.......

We say India is a democratic country. We have various rights and freedom, yet we cannot utilize it why???? Till now Parents are scared to send their daughters outside to do their studies or do job why???? How to overcome this fear??? Everyday mornings as soon as I get up these thoughts are bothering me. Who will provide me answer accompanied with a perfect solution? When this menace will eradicate forever. Girls and boys are equal, its just a saying, till now girls are not safe!!!! Each time we move out from our house till we return back a fear revolves around our Parents mind. Is that we have become a botheration/burden for them?? They have given birth to us, they say they are happy yet a peculiar worry engraves their mind. I agree now a day’s noone people are safe, even the boys too. But more crime occurs against Girls only. Human beings themselves are degrading human values, we all have become hurdles for our country’s growth in all sphere. How can we think of a country’s development unless we ourself have a developed mentality. I know people say, its easy to say but difficult to abide. Everytime one saying pokes “ mere ek k badal jane se duniya nahi badlti” This is the attitude we need to change. If you are thinking to change yourself, then move ahead. Don’t care who is following you but I am pretty sure, sooner or later we will find some changes around. Let the movement be slow but ensure it move towards success.

Experienced the Reality of Life in Childhood

 

Parents are given the position of God. Their value cannot be compared with anyone. In my life, there is a bit of change in this statement. I feel something more is there than parents. I never expressed it infront of anyone but my heart knows how much I owe to this fact. It’s not that I do not love my parents the most, I do love them but more than them I love my “Nanaji” and “Naniji”. 

When I was of 21 days my Mom and Dad had left me in Cuttack with them. My sister was also small and mom’s health was also weak. So she had to take this heart-breaking step. I never blamed her for this rather thanks a lot from the core of my heart. My Nanaji gave me a name “Tiki Rani” and till now he use to call me with this name. It gives me a feeling of Princess. My Nani, mousi they took a lot of care of me. Never ever left me alone, infact people over there near our house they also loved me lot. Nanu and Nani’s morning begun with me, feeding me, playing with me and also ends the same way. The first word a child says is “MAA”, I said with broken words “Aaajaa” then “Baou”. Listening this from my mouth that day they got immense happiness. I was a small baby, unknown about my parents and in my little world of mind I considered them as my parents. There presence would bring a smile on my face. But suddenly after 2 yrs something usual happened yet it termed to be unusual for everybody. My parents and sister (Lisa di) had come to cuttack to take me with them to Vizhag. When my Mom took me to her arms I started crying, as they were strangers for me. I never went to them. It became a matter of concern for everyone. When I was fast asleep, my Parents took me with them. Everybody cried a lot, but I could not as I was fast asleep. While travelling in train, I woke up. Seeing all strangers I yelled, my Parents could not even manage me. Soon my sister took me to her arms, we exchanged glimpse of looks with each other and I felt the warmth of love in her arms and enjoyed the journey. When my eyes opened I was in Vizhag. I started crying, running here and there like a mad. Water rolling down from my eyes and nose. Seeking for my parents. I was shouting Aaaja, Baoouu. 

No voice of their I could hear, even the place seemed me unkown. I did not eat properly, I created a hue in the house. My parents got very upset and called my Nana and Nani to Vizhag. Seeing my Nani and Nani, I jumped on them. As I was not able to talk, but my mind had lot of questions to be answered by them. Where you had gone leaving me alone? Where you have send me? etc ….. They kissed me a lot and there eyes made a sorry statement to mine. Life went the same way as it was before. They made me acquainted with my parents. Soon, I also considered them as my Ma and Papa. But life is all about facing ups and down in life. Soon the departure time came, yet I was uncertain about it. After feeding me Nani slept me and they went away. 

When I woke up, again my search began for them. They were not there, I was lost in their thoughts, weeping but this time my Parents made up my mind. My sister and they showered lot of love and affection on me. Slowly, with the passage of time I realized everything, the Reality. Then with Life, I also moved on…….

Non-living thing influences people to judge personality..

By Non-living thing mentioned here I mean CLOTHES. When you see a person, obviously people go on by attire first. From top to bottom by gazing sometimes judgement about the person is made. Maximum time it turns out to be correct and very rarely incorrect. It does not mean that if you wear shorts or half revealing dresses, it enhances your personality. Rather it gives a negative impression. Good clothes mean having a proper dressing sense of colour, design, style. How you carry it! How you manage yourself with the on going fashion. Clothes can be more attractive when you have correct choice of make up, accessories and shoes to wear with it. All in all a proper combo and taste of fashion must be given prior importance.

When you go for an interview it is always advised to move on with formals and minimal light make up. There not only degree matters, your get up do matters because every company wants there employee to present themselves the best while dealing with other company. Here you could say personality is judged by clothes. Overall it can be said clothes do play a major role. It helps the interviewer in creating an impression about the candidate.

When you go to marriage parties, kitty parties, any occasions everyone likes to look attractive and unique. When you enter the party zone, first eyes scroll on each other’s attire. How big or small the party might be but first preference is given to clothes. Soon there only you get compliments or comments regarding your clothes. I believe everyone will do agree with me at this point.

Every juncture of lane you will find this fact has turned out to be reality. How much we deny but clothes do play a major role in shaping our personality. It is not necessary, that those who wear expensive clothes do shape a great personality. Totally incorrect!!! Anyone can look best and attractive. Never mind if your clothes are not expensive, with cheap rate dressess you can look good rather best, if you have a correct sense of fashion, dressing sense in you. Correct attitude of carrying yourself comfortably with what you have worn. 

If you like some expensive clothes and its beyond your budget take the design and ask your tailor to make the same type of dress for you in your budget. In this way you can get your mind mould and save your pennies. Nothing difficult or extravagant you have to spend to maintain and make yourself look best. Every thing is in your hand, always try to motivate your brain towards the correct direction, you will find your desires turning to be true. 

Next time you move out, do give your best and make your presence more attractive and colourful and leave a print in everyone’s mind, because that adds to your growing personality. Wear that what makes you feel comfortable and good, do not run after those clothes which does not suits you rather makes you a mockery element in front of others. Be confident and move on.

Berhampur University rocks!!!!!

Two years back I had joined Journalism and Mass Communication in Berhampur University. That time I had little take on that subject and I wanted to learn more about it. With the Mentors and friends immense support I have gathered a lot information and knowledge on the subject. I really feel proud and happy to be a part of BU family. Where not only importance is given to studies but also other curriculum activities. These two years have been like the best golden days of my life. Where each and every moment I would love to cherish. What I expected from this place, I have received and conquered more than that. I believe if I would have gone to any other Varsity I would not have learnt or achieved what I got from here. Everyday we were being taught to get ready for the new upcoming wars. We could say ourselves lucky because we also got the practical knowledge which our above batches were debarred off. Apart from our professors, we got immense support from other department professors and students too.

Apart from studies I have really enjoyed a lot with my friends. Enjoyment was also entertained during the tough hours of work pressure, that’s what I liked more. Really my batchmates are superb, each have there own talent and I believe each will flourish with vibrant colours in their life. Though I am away from them now but they will always remain in my heart and in my prayers. Their love, care, affection, support had given me enough strength to stay away from my house. How much I talk about them will be less. My heart knows and they now it very well what I feel for them.

Here I would like to talk about my juniors. Truly speaking each one has something unique in them. If all the unique ideas mingle together an exotic idea will be formed. I wish they move on the correct track and take our department higher. They all have the caliber and I believe they will do it. Each one is very sweet, caring and loving. Will miss them a lot.

Finally the learners are left to the field. Learning is an ongoing process. Though I have completed my Masters degree, I will still move on to learn more on other avenues. Acquiring knowledge is always welcomed and adds as a boon in our life. I too like to add different flavours and variety to my knowledge. Before coming to the war zone I would like to be prepared with all my weapons ready , so I would study more and then jump to the war field. Ending with this note I would like to wish my friends, juniors, and sub-juniors and myself all the very best for the future.

IT's Tot@lly B!zzare......

How much modernised we tend to be yet the traditional thoughts often creeps in our mind. From where do I get the answers to my queries which are bothering my mind???? I have with me everyone yet I feel lonely, buried with tension. My frustrations have climb up to the edge. I am looking to and fro but all in vain. Why life becomes so complicated at times that we ourselves remain undecided, uncertain about our feelings, our desire. Right now I perceive myself dug in a weblog. Trying hard to get out but can't even detach the first log. Is the web too strong or I am too weak to release myself from it??

Now, I feel the time is running more faster like a superfast train and my speed compared to that of the DMU train. I too had thought to live my life to fullest, soar above and above but the traditional thoughts have blocked my way. They have become a niche in my life. I even can’t unnotice it and move further because they are the foundation of my life. The dilemma has swallowed me half and the rest half struggling for surveillance. 

Its high time now if the things are not according to my perception, I need to do some twist and turn and bring the thing towards me. I never ever thought to loose hope easily, I will fight till end and I will try my best for it. Hope a day comes when the traditional thoughts do get erased completely from the mind and the actual meaning of modernised do get the place.

Golden days that rejuvenates ME….

Days pass on, each day has something different from the previous day. But everyday one thing remains the same that’s your love and care, MOM. Now I am 22 yet you mother me like a small baby. World has become very competitive but in this tough time your immense support and belief gives me the vital energy to march forward and face the challenges.

 

Ma, I do remember the golden days when you encroached me in our arms to protect me from both the external and internal harms. Some situations were rigid where darkness evolved in my life, you filled those grey shades of my life to vibrant colours. You always stood beside me in my happiness and much more in my sadness. Mama, it brings a smile on my face when I imagine the rides on my scooty with you. During all pujas the way we used to visit all the pandals and fill our stomach with those yummy stuffs. Apart from those I still remember you enjoyed the lightnings decoration more. It was awesome!!!

In my busy hours I never remember to call you back but being engrossed in your work you always have patient hearing to all my grievances and stupid talks. You never said “I am busy.” That touches me the most.

During my examination day instead of me you seem to be tensed. You light the lamp throughout the day and pray for me until I return. Mama really what I am now is all because of your prayers. My hard work would not have yield fruitful results without your prayer. With my small moves and gestures you understand what’s whirling in my mind. Life without you is just beyond my imagination. I promise you Mom that all those dreams you dreamt for me will come true. And now it’s my turn to make you smile and feel proud by accomplishing all my goals. “Maa tujhe salaam” Happy Mother’s day Moma……….

International Women’s day: Centenary Celebration

 

When we talk about Women’s day first and foremost the eminent women comes into our mind. That is Indira Gandhi, Kalpana Chawla, Dr Kiran Bedi, Arundhati Roy, etc. Now, let’s just scroll back and start thinking from the grass root levels. By grassroot level I mean “The Homemakers”. The women who stay at home and perform their duty and manage the outside world. I would like to pay my tribute to them on this occasion. Because Homemakers are the one who adds cement between the bricks in building relationship.

Mahatma Gandhi had once declared: “Woman is the companion of man, gifted with equal mental capacities. She has a right to participate in every minute detail of the activities of man and she has an equal right of freedom and liberty with him. She is entitled to a supreme place in her own sphere of activity as man is in his.”

Morning sunrise till dawn people work in office for a stipulated period of time but a homemaker works 24*7 in her own premises. If someone falls ill in house or if some family function is organized, she is the one who remains awake and prepares whole night to give smile to others on the next day. Homemakers perform their work dutifully without any reward in return. Her main focus and aim is to see her family happy and healthy. At times she bears all anger and roughness yet she tries to prevail positivity in the unworthy atmosphere. She plans the work and executes it in an organized manner. She adds beauty, grace and charm to every aspect of life.

She does not contribute directly to India’s GDP but does the same in an indirect manner. In the present scenario instead of pressurizing their children, they are focusing more on their interests, ambitions. They are providing ample scope to their children to build their horizon in different spheres of life. They have cut the weblogs through their understanding which were blocking their way. At some point of time every woman is troubled with the question of giving priority either to job first or family first. It’s the most tough decision a woman has to go through. But here comes the main role performed by the Homemakers. They decide to manage home and work both simultaneously.

Homemakers have also geared up in supporting their family regarding financial aspect. They are making best use of their talents and skills which in return helps them to earn the maximum. Working from home is not a limiting factor. Those having artistic attributes, interest in cookery or dance are making full use of their talent by taking classes at home. Those qualified as C.A., are writing accounts for small clients. Those good at selling skills, direct marketing for products like Amway, Modicare, Tupperware, and Avon etc. Moreover, internet today opens a myriad opportunities right from online share trading to selling hand made items across the world through Ebay. Taking up such a career provides with a decent regular income.

No matter how much money one makes, saving, investing and making it grow is the most crucial part. Begin by organizing finances, comparing assets with liabilities and making a list of the income received and expenses made each month.

No one has ever won the game of chess by taking only forward moves. Some times you have to move backward to get a better step forward. The caliber of a woman is not how she prepares for things to go right, but how she stands up and moves on when things go wrong. It’s easy to do, to be the way others are doing. But Homemakers make their own way and leave the trace for others to follow.

Humanity's existence proved

While browsing through the newspaper my eyes got glued to the headlines " Hindu built mosque in Karnataka village." It was published in the first page of "The Times of India "on sept 29th, 2010. In Karnataka's Gadag district , folk of Purtageri , a village around 500 km from bangalore dissolved religious lines to come together and rebuild a mosque that was crumbling. Its not about favouring any particular religion or caste. Though the tension prevailed all around, yet people with bhaichara feeling carried their work smoothly. The renovation of the 50 year old mosque was in urgent need of repair as heavy rain lashed the region and the bamboo roof leaked. Whole villagers (Hindus) came forward to support this cause. Some paid Rs 500, some paid Rs 1500. Labourers too work without asking for a penny. The cement and slab dealers provided the materials free of cost. The muslims of this village are poor and they cannot afford to loose one day's wage. As the strength of Hindus were more, they decided to work together and complete this mosque by mid of december. I have mentioned this example because its high time, we need to come out of this Hindu-muslim talks and controversies. Its sheer wastage of time and energy. Because ultimately it is found without unity work can never be achieved and peace cannot prevail. Particularly this village's people have enshrined high values and principles of brotherhood. This village is a burning epitome of a precious quality and thats 'Humanity' .Truly, this type of sanguine attitude of people towards each other and life, is resplendent. How much rich or big or successful we become but life's main ingredients is serving people. I would appeal people to learn something from this village. Sometimes a small move, creates a great impact in our LIFE.

Fashion Insights

Fashion, a word which comes into our minds before we pick up anything from the hangers of a showroom. Be it a dress, an accessory, building material for your house, a car anything. Moreover these growing trends have no end. Fashion keeps on changing, keeping viewers taste in mind. Wearing attractive clothes, jewellery does not term to be Fashion. Nowadays fashion has been coined in different ways. Making yourself look best in your old, torn attires has become fashion. It seems more trendy and exotic. And there is no dearth of ways how to make fashion reach to the common people. Previously, the fashion which was only on ramps has reached newspapers and magazines as well. And these seem to work in the favor of the fashion mania.

We have fashion magazines both internationally and nationally. Now, talking about Indian fashion magazines we have quite a number of them. In each of its edition you can see fabulous designs designed by designers. Change is definitely in air! Everyone wants to look different and even own things which are different. When it comes to tradition it often goes for a toss. Every season brings about change in fashion. And to promote fashion in an exuberant way magazines play a great role. A fashion magazine gives information on fashion show reports, on model agencies as well as various fashion job opportunities. You can always pick up a good fashion tip from the articles in a fashion magazine. A fashion magazine is also talent- scouting around as it contains photo features with fresh male/female fashion model aspirants. Women/men interested in fashion modeling can take a fashion tip or two from the fashion magazine features. Women’s every garment has its special attraction, but the way it is picturised has splendoured the beauty. The column that caught my eye was the make over special. Truly speaking how a plane Jane turns into a stylish diva made me awestruck. These magazines reach out the home makers who generally are not frequently exposed to the changing norms. The best things about these magazines are they capture every detail and present it beautifully before the readers. I think this art has made them even more successful venture. Previously if magazines were not about film stars it wasn’t that successful, but today film stars have become a two or three page subject and fashion filling up those spaces left by them.

Through magazines we judge which is running in fashion and which is outdated. It affects mainly youngsters who are in the constant go of aping the changing trends captured in magazines. Fashion varies from people to people. It is prepared, considering people. And even for the advertisement of the products in magazines common man is preferred than celebrities. Fashion embellishes the beauty of women. Everybody does not have that perfect figure and elegant personality that should be flaunted. Infact nobody is perfect in this world. If someone is dark, then the other is plumpy or short heighted. It is the fashion designers that help you show off your best body features and disguise your body flaws through intelligent smart dressing. They shape up your body in the most modest manner and make you look stunning and sensuous.

Another column which got me glued was what to wear if you are fat. It made me realize that a common man can’t have a figure to die for and these magazines are dealing with the minutest problem. For every section there is a special column. For bridal get ups, stylish hair, makeup, accessories, clothes, bag, shoes, furniture, interiors etc. When it comes to fashion, it’s not just about smart clothing but it’s about grooming your personality as a whole. For example if you are wearing the best of ensemble but with a wrong combination of shoes or handbag, it will spoil the whole charm of your elegant dress. Thus, there is a need to maintain balance and harmony. Everything should go well with the other. It is the idea you get through magazines that work on you as a whole and enhance your attractiveness from head to toe.

In Magazines each and every aspect is touched with a beautiful essence. Now I have no doubts why these magazines have suddenly become so successful and this study gave me an insight of what fashion actually means to a common man and its impact on his/her life and personality.

Chatur Birbal

Be it any age everybody loves to lend ears listening to stories. May it be fiction or real. All it should be Interesting and appealing. Generally at our age people are more hooked towards novels. I do read novels but last book which I read was a story book. Quiet refreshing and energetic!!!

It was Akbar and Birbal’s amusing stories. Total 85 lessons and they really meant a lesson to be known and understand by us when it comes to our real life. The way Birbal tackles with people and comes out with solution  is truly commendable. For every hitch he easily creates a ditch. I think one should go through that book becaz maximum queries projected there, we do undergo such situations, so it may be termed as an asset for us. Without dragging ourselves into any mess it’s a perfect remedy to be worked on. We should be clear enough in our words we speak so that it does not lead to our downfall or adhere consequences. Everything needs an appropriate environment to be nurtured to its full potential. We should be creative enough in our thoughts and words so that we can poke anyone[realisng ther mistakes] without annoying them. [chit bhi hamari aur pat bhi hamari]Besides yardsticks for one cannot be applied to others. The main mantra is " Presence of mind."

Let me share with you the key to Birbals creativity.

B- Begin with shortlisting your problem

I-Investiagte all causes,circumstances and available facts of your problems.

R-Relate with Birbal stories if at all it matches with the management morals of this book.

B-Balance by looking into unexpected angles.

A-Apply your thoughts without delaying.

L-Link with other solutions if the first one does not work.

In today’s world I think finding Birbal is not impossible. May b I am the next Birbal you would be meeting up. So be ready with your queries I m here to drive you out to the safe junction.

Hope it works with you. Best of luck.

Concern For Nourishing Stars

Lots of articles are now flooded with complains about the Television programmes.Parents, besides entertainment do want best education for their children.Its very much correct that reality shows are so much hyped and children are giving it more emphasis rather than studies. Extra curricular activites are beneficial but not by ignoring the main ingredients of life. i.e STUDIES.Where have the quiz programmes gone??? And yes nowdays you could find more and more number of dating programmes circling the channels. Is it what the young ones are being trained about???

Except reality shows(dance and songs) Parents are not comfortable enough to let their children browse through different channels. They think it may ruin them. Being so much possessive is necessary, as the Gen-X is turning weirdo day by day and forgetting the real values which they need to inculcate in themselves. So the imaginative world of the otherwise proud parents seems deserted as they do not know where their children would land up.

Hope the Channels buck up with new vigour in favour of children. Since today the generation text remains glued to the idiot box. Everyones taste/thoughts are not the same. But lucrative kick goals the ball.......similarly there needs to be a revolution in television and it is no more called an idiot box. Its good to be more informative and educative rather than just think about TRPs. Hope producers do feel the same.

Unforgetable Perky Memories

I think childhood memories are the base of our happiness. During childhood I was very notorious. I was so fascinated by films, I still remember when I saw Amitabh Bachan's film DEEWAR soon during the break I had fight wid my sis. I moved her towards the deewar considering myself Amitabh and didi Shasi gave great punches dishoom dishoom on her stomach and beating her mercilessly.She was just like Mammmaaaa and Mama surprisingly staring at me,what the hell is going on and caught my hands. Didi it was mama who saved you.
Dad was reading newspaper, me and my sis we both were singing loudly still rem[mustafha mustafha don't worry mustafha], Dad told duno sing and gave tough signs to keep quiet and once uttered also to be quiet but I m wat I m.My sis told to be quiet,I instigated her no we will sing and then started full on.Dad got up nd thrash me so hard dat I fall on the table.Seeing Mama awestruck I just pushed the chair knowingly and the chairs fall on me, Mama got angry. Soon Mama and  Dad had a fight which again I enjoyed with crocodile tears thinking it to be an interval.. [but pain kis chidya ka naam hai I also duno]. 
Did all sort of mischieves through out the day, at the evening when Dad came to house Mama used to lodge FIR complain against me to Dad. Dad called me I garlanded all the blames on my sis nd ran away.As a result she had to face the trauma of the FIR(beatings). I was saved and bagged on my shoulders for my presence of mind.
 When mama and me had a fight didi used to be my life saviour jacket,but wen Mama and Didi start tu tu main main I support mama,oppose didi to be on safer side(dubious mentality),add little more spice and it turns to be unexpected fight. I enjoy my foods what mama cooked that time and just poke my nose in between to see whether the coldwar is still on or not.
While going to school mama was feeding me rice.I used to run round and round around the table.So maximum rice fall on the ground. Mama use to run after me,her feet tumbled over the rice and she skit, Instead of picking her up I started laughing and said Mama you ever knew you could also do such a nice split. Mama gave a frowning look and I ran with my bag nd bottle to school.hhahaa that time I was child, but now when I think about it.. I still laugh. [ki kara control hi nahi honda]. 
What great jodhas had used during the war time. Me and didi's fights were not less than any mahabharat, our shastra's were jhadu,rackets, glass,hanger, biting with teeth, and the most was throwing chair. Mama would just faint when we were on war fields.At last no one would be defeated but we both loose stamina as we were equally hurt by our shastras. Really still now I have the pain very much over there(didi there).hope u understand. 
Coming towards my studies mama told the initial word "A",to feed it in my mind half her hair she lost,Mama you should thank me that I learnt it soon as it took half your hair, otherwise you would hav got the look of Ghajini, before Amir projected on TV.Cheers to me for saving my mama's hair and giving scope to amir for his new look.
My great masters who came to teach me, not a single day left me without beating. I think without beating me they just could not digest their food. ohhh God!! how cruela they were, My tutor used to beat dham dham on my shoulders, put pencils on my hand, askd me to kneel down infront of mama, papa room, but I was also clever as shakuni mama I used to drag the screen first and then kneel down holding ears. Til now people compliment me -your cheeks are so red. Its Deep secret. How to say its due to terrfic slaps i used to get from my masters, its just the replica of those which still survives on my cheeks. [akhiri nishani of my brain builders].One way its good I do not have to spend money on buying roose for make up.hmmmm Lots more glories but these are some few clipings which struck my chord when I sat to write blog. Everlasting memories of my precious childhood.

Debate Debacle

Debate and Me next to impossible. Previously in my school dazs when i hear about competitions being held, i used to hide like a mouse in a corner9as if they were cat). Berhampur University conducted the Debate competiton. I don't know which breed dog bite me that I dare to take part in the competiton. My friends and my Sis on cell(u can do it, go ahead give your best shot, atleast try..)hmmmm. I thought for a while lets try once. I took part. As i entered the hall seeing talented students, i started having perspiration. My friends (so lovely) caught hold of me and boosted me to march forward with confidence. I enrolled my name in the competiton. Sooner names were called out(it was a chit system). When they hold the chit and about to open that time I could my heart beat lubb... dubb.. Finally ANKITA RAY i heard. I felt as if my heart came out in my hand. From the chair till the dice when I was moving I was totally nervous and blank i could not understand whats happening, where I m gushing. Well, my appreance apprehended others as if I would drop a BOMB But guess wat.....!!!I even could not lit a FHULJARI. I greeted everybody warmly and slowly my confidence evaporated. I went blank. Co-participants and judgees started murmuring. someone from behind shouted the topic but I could just hear.^^^&***#@!$%^%^ tin tin (TZP Ishaan's trauma). I was snugging from inside and a feeling of plz let me out of here or give a Burkha to cover my face ....so disgusting. All eyes glued at me with sympathetic feeling which further broke me down. Judgees decided to give a call back. Again a chance. Instead of being happy, I was like No NO nO... I don't need. Noone to hear my urge. being dismair I just left the place silently. Expectations of my friends were shattered into pieces. Tears were rolling down my cheeks. So helpless, paralysed I was feeling. I cannot blame my luck, its definately my fault which led me to downfall. Its truth through mistakes only we learn. Joining Berhampur University is lucky for me. Becaz here i got to face the reality, guts to fight with the odds. This moment brought a positive vibe in me and I decided to challenge my weakness further and overcome the hurdles.

Beetein Lamhe....

Good times alwazs terms to be great but bad times gets stuck to our memories forever. Sometimes we tend to forget our good deeds/thoughts but at the same moment our past deeds do run parallel. People do say time will heal the pain and we will forget everything. I do agree to it but we cannot erase it from our life. That what remains with us through the fag end of our life. Sometimes beetein lamhein are captured moments and sometimes terrific. When thinking about it we get Goosebumps. Similarly I have been through the erratic phase. Giving a second thought to it I have lot of regrets and pain, as to y me GOD??

I sit aback and think I wish I could get back to past and erase some unwanted elements , which have no value in life. But wish just remains wish. Till now I have passed all my exams and I am successful in my aspects. Regarding life I find myself as a failure. I could have done justice to myself, but my inner thoughts were wrapped with some wastes. Mixed emotions and feelings do arise in my mind. . Past whirls in my mind like cyclone wind. . I will definately try not to reflect my past in my future. What is gone is gone for ever and whats coming hence forth have to make it my best. Life is really very beautiful . Be optimistic and not pessimistic. Then you can move mountains. But being over excited and clashing with ice bergs is mere stupidity. Think before you leap.

Life is all about moving further leaving regrets behind. This mantra I would follow , healthy mind brightens up life nd dull shadows up. Seen the grey shade of my life now its time to gaze at colourful shades. Be happy and move ON!

*Ju/\/kY M@/\/!a*

Sitting idly naturally yields you to weird or exuberant thoughts/ideas. But when it comes to me... In this context I want to drag my viewers towards food, because thats the first thought comes to my mind.(pehle pet puja fhir kam duja). Here i engross myself with junk foods and jabber my mouth till my stomach gives me indication of tank fill up. Due to this habit of mine, my ears were the victims of those prabachans. Avoid junk food, its not good for health, bla bla bla bla. It just enters through one ear and soon gets the gatepass to elope from the other. Yeah I know its not good for health and all but give me a break yaar!!!!! I know it . Acording to that I keep the gear in slow pace and move on. I m not that voracious eater or I don't over eat yaar. Kya kare bhuke pet ka sawal hai, yeh pet maange more. For me nutritious turns fictitious. Really I pity for people who just avoid this to have a skinny, slim toned figure. I believe, you eat and parallely follow your work out regime. But lolz that chatpatis, spicy, yummyyy.. mouth watering foods are just next to impossible to resist and it does add spice to our gullpy mouths. Opinions and thoughts do take various twist and turns and then reach our mind. But then also we tend to do what we strongly desire of. When considering about food its next to impossible to change my greedy mind. I m a hardcore junk food eater and it will persist in me forever and ever......

D@nce Unlimited!!!!

Now, this is what we call performance! Mindblowing no no rather Mindblasting. Kids under 14 dancing terrificly, enthralling the audience. Aag lagadi stage pe. Stage pe hi nahi, hamare dilo pe bhi. They are now turning to be paradigm for others in the sphere of dancing. They are leaving no stone unturned to give their 100%. So smooth and flawless is their performance that our heart goes out to them. Their expressions and movements are so crystal clear and dance is like Shankar Mahadevan's breathless song. The awestruck judgees and viewers have their eyes glued on them. It has become like making the judgees stand in witness box and facing a trial. Ek se badh kar ek hain sab. The enthusiasm and optimistic spirit has increased the TRP of the dance shows and is garnered with lot of accolades.[pura market le liya].. If we move on to make a survey, maximum parents are boosting/nourishing their children for extracurricular activities.[Dance and song being topmost priority]. These shows not only provide us with entertainment but also telecasts the abundance of talent in India. The uniqueness about it is- like serving the same thing in a plate, but with different exuberant styles. Film industry needs to expand its horizon......... as upcoming talents are in a queue rather a big long queue. Rock On KIDs!!!!!!!

Confusion era

Honestly speaking confusion landed me onto Journalism. I was so aghast and without thinking of any other aspects I jumped into journalism. (Though not interested)

Many times we feel dug up, and then make certain decisions that come served in a platter. This may have a negative impact, but luckily I got flickered with the positive side.

Personally, now I feel Journalism has that flavored essence, which made me taste a new flavour of life. Now I truly understand the essence of the subject. My Burning desires are eventually getting place to explore. Though entered unheartedly but going to make out things whole heartedly. For this, I really thank my Dada, Mamma and my sis, Uncle and Aunty. Who really understood my capabilities and hidden potentials and gave me a boost to enter into this prolific field. It’s now my turn to pay them back with fruitful results and flourish myself and soar high and high. No it’s not only for them but because I have always wanted to be someone to be looked upon as an example ……yes…...Chunna hai Asmaan……….!!!!!!!