Digital India


To share my opinion on how E-Governance through technology can accelerate the vision of Digital India , first  we need to understand what is Governance  ?

As per Wikipedia, " The process of  interaction and decision-making among the actors involved in a collective problem that lead to the creation, reinforcement, or reproduction of social norms and institutions" is Governance.

So the word can be simply defined as a "process which ensures that the pre-defined policies, rules and laws are being followed as well as updated according to the needs."

This governance can be public, private, collaborative,corporate , environmental, Information technology related, Internet, Project etc.
And now on the above basis we can understand the Wikipedia words that E-Governance is " the Governments' use of technology to carry out their governing duties."

E- Governance is Electronic Governance - an aid in governing the nation, state, family or the globe.
It is the application of Information and Communication Technology referred commonly as ICT in governing duties. In India E- Governance is a new concept in comparison to its western counterparts and despite the application in governance , its still in its nacant form.

The four basic models of E-Governance are 
Government to Citizens
Government to Employee
Government to Business and 
Government to Government

These models ensures that each and every citizen have the access to all public services and government provided facilities  at his/her locality with transparency,ease ,a 24 hour accessibility and reliability at an affordable price.

But things are not as simple as they look here. 

India, with a the largest illiterate adult population of 287 millions (The Hindu , 2014)  needs much more than electronic gadgets and technology to make India digital .

It needs the Human factor .

The human factor first in governance and then in the E- Governance. 
To make India understand the value of education and its constructive use , we need electronic media to spread the awareness. Options like  blogging platforms , Android phone technology, multimedia messages, youtube videos, print media and satellite channels offer far better visibility and a greater impact than the Nukkad natak held on the streets of our metros and towns alike to awake the citizens. One youtube update of ane scuh natak garners more response and a mass coverage across the nation as well as the globe.

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The youth as well as the not -so-young Indian is quite savvy in operating  e-gadgets and this power gives hope towards the bright future if E-Governance in India despite the initial hiccups its still facing.
In Banking and Corporate sector its having a smooth run as th
e users are the high-educated crust but the image of the government to citizen model also seems optimistic. In 2006 the national e-governance plan has been started by the Indian government as the NeGP for the same purpose .

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Specially with E-giants like Intel setting the new dimension in computing and networking and helping India to gain freedom from the long queues and tons of paperwork for government services, the hopes are higher and stronger only .
It is offering its latest technology which is user friendly, interactive and definitely able to fulfill the dream of a digital India with e-governance at its core. With its experience in the corporate governance Intel is the best choice and for India where the ethical, and behavioural codes of conducts changes at every 50 steps, its going to be revolutionary change . 
This empowerment of an ordinary citizen , a common man towards the public services is going to be the backbone of not only Indian finance and politics but of the whole government. 
So this is a step , a move which had started some time ago but will gain momentum now in the form of rural e-governance, e-governance in our local language and interactive platform enabling every Indian to be the part of it. 

The post is written for Intel as a #Digital India post

Haiku : Sleep

Thanks A ton for the beautiful image : Here



Amid blooms rests man
laughs, cries, lives the illusion
whilst the soul slumbers


the Ifs of life..ah!
have to mend, fix,work on them 
all before I sleep 

Image courtesy : Here 


birds sing with zeal, verve 
fresh songs, a new dawn breaks ... now
rise,stir from deep sleep




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           cane bent,fear futile
           beast lost fierceness ..  compassion  
           was roused as He slept!




Haiku : Weep



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                                                                               snow melts down as rills
                                                                               pale winter sun , land scarred red
                                                                               mourning hills weep..ache 




For HaikuHorizon

Breakfast Rues ... Not Any More

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We are all familiar with this quote specifying the importance of  not only a breakfast but a healthy and nutritious one .

It is the first meal of the day and a nice cheery breakfast defines upto an extent how we are going to spend our rest of the day.So the most important step is to have a breakfast.
Next important step being to have a healthy and cheerful one.

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  In most cases like my daughter's specially,  a nice and 'beautiful' (yes, her aesthetic senses are also involved in it ) breakfast served well is very important. The one of the many last questions  she asks just before drifting into sleep is "What will you give me for breakfast tomorrow?" 
It makes me wonder if breakfast is what she would be dreaming through the night! 
So ' the look ' , the presentation as well as 
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taste is of UTMOST importance for her and being the regular Mum I am , nutrition for me .Hence we both are usually found at loggerheads on the  breakfast table , with school bus approaching and all this jazz about breakfast not yum or looking ewww.....on and on.. TILL by sheer luck I got a chance to visit Kellog's Waale Gupta ji's Home .

I never realized what a breakfast heaven there home is till  I observed everybody asking him and his family members to invite them on breakfast !

The Visit-
It alerted my harassed and numbed senses and I grabbed a chance to invite myself to their home at the much coveted breakfast hour . Thus, on a lazy Sunday morning, shunning all my laziness, I was there present with a few others at their breakfast table ogling at the array of dishes Mrs. Gupta has made in a small window of 30 minutes!

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 Blinking my eyes hard and trying to bring them back to their normal beautiful almond shape from the large saucers they had become out of sheer astonishment, I was scared to ask how she did it ? Even the thought of preparing all these laddoos, chocolate pudding-ish dish , green and colourful salad, popcorn,chocolate mix dish .... was exhausting ! 

But I was already in their home , eating the yummy crunchy  breakfast so I took the plunge and asked the dreaded question "How did you do it ? So tasty and fast." 
Her answer made everything around me go silent and the sound I heard was a loud thud! of my own jaw dropping and hitting the ground , "Oh! I used Kellog's cornflakes in these things ."
 
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   I was aghast and shrieked ,"Excuse me, cornflakes in laddoos and salads and choco-balls! "
"Yes. " she replied sweetly and elaborated on the health benefits of a whole-grain breakfast as well as the taste , the crunch and the less time consumption in preparation .

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Then Mrs. Gupta patiently explained me the recipes of all the mouth watering dishes. It made my mind reel and suddenly I was feeling much happiness. It was so easy , quick and healthy. All her recipes had Kellog's corn-flakes for the crunch and to make the breakfast a solid one! 


Thanks For this one HERE Guys !
I returned home on cloud nine. No more 'Return of the Horrible MONDAY' Feeling for me ! No more pre-school-pre -office-morning madness and no more avoiding eyes of my darling daughter on being asked "What's there in Breakfast Mom ?"

Now my princess of a daughter can choose from a wide array of options though my guess is she would love to have the laddoos and for her brother  its going to be Walnut corn-flakes chocoballs. 
My personal favourite is the "Jagah banane wala nashta" as I love to have fruits in my breakfast without getting too much acid  content first thing in the morning. 
And for my kids, even if my guess turns out to be wrong , I can simply knock on the Kellog's Waale GuptaJi's door asking "Breakfast par kab bula rahe ho ?" 

To know more about yummyliscious and healthy possibilities of breakfast the Indian way , watch this video of Kellog's wale GuptaJi's Family  OR you may also visit HERE for more such videos .



The Post is written for Kellogg's India.

Small Joys

When I was around 10 years old, it was a time when people used to talk in groups outside their homes in the evenings. They'd discuss everything under the sun including weeds growing rapidly after a good monsoon in some neglected plots.
It was dangerous as there could be reptiles.
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 I was aware of the danger still I used to feel a secret happiness as I had read somewhere that weeds are good for breeding of fireflies.

That thought of watching flickering lanterns of nature in the dark night, made darker by load shedding, was a lucrative prospect and I was ready to risk some snakes for it !

Thanks Here !
Those were the simple joys and pleasures I used to have and are now cherished memories.

Nowadays, it's  impossible to look at such simple things as source of joy.Happiness is an i-pad or Mc D.We dream high-aim big and whole life passes on.
Its only after its gone that we realise that Life was actually what was happening to us while we were busy planning for it !

As I was always prone to find such happiness in a shiny red beetle after a nice rain, in emerald greens of rainwashed leaves, in raindrops hanging like jewels on the empty clothesline waiting for me to twang it so they would fall on the ground splintering like crashing crystals.... in the fragrance of wet soil, in the hovering of Monarch butterflies and the sight of a good book ... any such negligible thing was good to make me happy from as long as I can remember.
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 Now in Bangalore, nothing has changed as the Mango , guava trees have been replaced by the majestic sway of the coconut leaves, the patterns of kolams,the colours of venis and the baskets of artistically arranged flowers.
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The Shankh dhwani from my Bengali neighbours,the smell of southern spices, the colour of kahwa at the Kashmiri friend's place, the way my Tamil neighbour apply vibhuti/ash on her forehead , the Dravidian curves and the red,green, white gems of the earstuds of aunties at the market place and the ripples of colour and flickering of sequins of a Marvadi lady's ghagra are enough to make my daily grocery shopping experience worthwhile. 
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The beautiful doors and nameplates, the curves of Kannada lipi and the way one Kaveri dances through this rocky terrain , gurgling here and lashing out there ...all these play the melodious lyre of emotions evoking myriad feelings of wonder,peace, calm,pleasure and contentment.
Kolam Image : Here

The laughter of a child , the eagerness and intensity with which my kids put their brains together to chalk out Santa's route after receiving gifts from him, the way my 9 yr old almost fought with his friend in favour of Santa's existence, the way one of their friend think that a housefly when comes in contact with a mango, turns into the iridescent fruit fly , the way their eyes grew into saucers when Coca Cola froths into their mug, sparkling and spurting bubbles of joy.... ... and the way my son still thinks that 'Chanda hai tu.mera suraj hai tu ' was originally sung by me is enough to make my heart full ....with love, warmth and gratitude for the Divine one who gave me this life full of beauty and wonder, strewn with gems of happiness . And then he blessed me with this keen observation,ability to feel with such intensity, imagination and a knack of reading and writing.
That's why I root for weeds sometimes.

Haiku : skim

                      
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                                  Nature smiled kindly                                          spring blooms in your soul happy                                               snow just skims thy mind



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In 2015 where to get

that pure, ethereal, soft

Ma's love-skimmed butter



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a few walks ago
a few stolen kisses back
we, swans on the lake

frozen dead by cold 
snow falls silent in dark hearts 
 Love skims over that lake    


precious treasure glows
brims, waiting to be cherished
they skim over charms

with HaikuHorizons

#1000 Speak : Family Bullying


Top Post on IndiBlogger-When a child observes a parent lashing out on the other,witness plates crashing and silent crying, its bullying that he's observing.

-When a dusky bride is told pointedly not to wear pink ..its bullying.
-When a fair bride is laughed or questioned at wearing orange - its bullying.
-When people at her new 'home' make fun of her for being too educated/less educated, too shy/too confident .. its bullying. 
-When a child  is called names for a silly mistake by own family and close-friends repeatedly, publicly - its bullying.

So, who says bullying starts in playgrounds ? 
NO.
Much before than that, bullies are created in their formative years .
Like charity , bullying starts at home.



SCENE 1
I was a witness to it.
doting Grand-mum (she keeps the grandson from 9 to 4) and a loving uncle jokes repeatedly with the two year old "See,how your Mom is, she leaves you alone ,while she goes out all dressed up ". In the guise of harmless fun they are brainwashing him ... taking their chances that if not brainwashed at least something they would manage to mar.Some emotional weakness they'll be able to instill.
The lady discuss the mother's vices to her heart's content,weep in front of neighbours with the child in tow about her evilness and always ends the lamentation with "Its no fault of this poor soul that he is her child so I love him the most" followed by a torrent of  kisses.

The lady used to teach the child to run errands for his uncle and NOT for his working parents. Picking shoes for an elder is not wrong but if the child is made to do it furtively, for a specific person and is rewarded with a balloon for it, its rearing of a slave.Far worse than actually having a slave.  

Her face would beam with pride when the child would say to the mother "you are bad" and when one day, the 2 and half year old child actually kicked his mother saying "you are not my mother,I will not call you Ma"!
That Grand-mum had actually told me this with an obvious relish " My grandson loves me and his uncle the most.Arrey ..bachhe Ishwar ka roop hote hain... innocent .His 'loving' us more over her says all. Isnt it?  " 

Indeed ! 

All this for some twisted reason which atleast I was unable to fathom.
On growing up a little ,that kid did miss that unconditional and unselfish love of a mother, but as his still young mind was not mature enough to see through the tangled psyche of elders and the family politics, he slowly turned out to be a bully to her cousin sister, inviting slaps and kicks from the uncle and by the time he was in class three, he had become so habitual of that domestic drudgery, that slavery in the name of love and gratitude that he seemed at ease in that atmosphere. 

For me this family bullying is the most cruel form of  bullying and the products of such, the most dangerous bullies.

SCENE 2

The jobless father dies from excessive drinking. On that fateful night the wife,a working women, also studying for higher studies as better pay is needed for their three children, had denied to accompany him to a family function and he had to go alone.She had said in mild but firm tones in front of every-body, "Its disgraceful to dress-up and plaster fake smiles when we don't have a penny for our kids."

Mumbling, he had left . In the morning, his corpse had returned.
One months' wails and cries later, the youngest of those three kids,a 6 year old boy was visiting 'close' relatives - those who helped with a few thousands for his father's last rites.
He was given a glass of milk to drink with as much emotional ceremony as if it was a glass full of elixir shared with him followed by affectionate lamentations ranging from  "This delicate poor boy has to pay the price of his mother's  pride. "  
She is a haughty lady .
She never loved or respected her husband. 
Too much education . Job ka bhoot, she had tasted freedom...
and ....look how God has eaten her pride"


Thanks Here
The tremors of the milk glass were evident perhaps to my eyes only and I am sure that day the milk must have tasted a little salty to the boy.

Later, the child was subjected to slaps and punches as play-fun and had to polish shoes for his school going cousins while he waited for the collection of the admission fee from various quarters of kind family members.

Much later, when he, still chubby and dressed in a white kurta-payjama a size too loose for him, brought a glass of Rooh-uf-za for me in a tray , it was hard to decide what I was gulping down sweet rose water or my salty tears.
One of his kind cousins was my classmate.It was 2001.I don't know what happened to him except that he turned out as a violent person. 
 Its seldom, that such children grow up to be compassionate and understanding.Mostly they give back to the world what they had received - cruelty.


So all of you parents out there, before you step out of your home for work, please ensure your child is in safe hands of a sound mind and all you nanis, dadis, buas, mausis, chacha-chachi, tau-tai and  mama-mami - the unofficial unpaid babysitters of India on whom we, working women trust ... let's not become savage brutes.



Lets not burn childhood in the chagrin of our failures, dejections and our crashed expectations ... let's not vent our frustrations on innocent babies and children .Spare them . 
They are as delicate as dewdrops on flowers, as eager as buds in process of blooming ... 


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Don't donate money, don't spare time.... compassion is enough.

Sunshine Blue clouds and Zephyr.. A school-girly take on ' Our Friendship'



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When we talk'd to each other for the very first time 
O'er that broken telephone line,
In those intangible moments so few, in my heart 
I knew, one day we'd paint the city Red. Gloss. Shine.

well, sunshine spilled in laughter bright 
and stars shone like jewels in kohl rimmed eyes
we swam against the tides mostly 
our minds played hopscotch in vast blue skies

We laughed at things only we found funny
we giggled,tittered,chortled; even sneered at some 
Were choked by emotions, were mum at times
few tears, tons of smiles.. girl, it was awesome.

The whispering winds, the morning zephyr 
and the Spring which blooms after every Fall
The skies that sparkle after every storm
Have send us together for life's ironies small

No words can say what I want to convey
to you dear friend who is miles apart
Lackings, jolly-silly! may seem hard to mend 
Just remember that we stay in each other's heart.

Animation Courtesy Here


PS- Teardrops never suited us its chandeliers for us !

# Togetherness

Sometimes. after all things said and done, after going through and 'emerging out' of all tests and trials you suddenly realise that you are  - broken.. emotionally and mentally. 
You find your heart and hands empty ! It feels as if all the harrowing experiences, all that temper you checked in , all the mockery you bore ,the denials you accepted, the acceptance you were denied... each and every thing you bore with that inhumane divine patience ... was in vain .You are suddenly left fragile and wounded. Every atom of your being feels raw. Your self confidence and self respect hits an all time low and there are moments when you actually wonder whether it was you who was in the wrong ... and surprisingly , with increasing conviction it seems as if you are the wrong person rather than the wronged one.


Here lies the catch .


In both the situations  its pure negativity as if you are wrong , you are wrong but if you think /feel you are wronged , then too you are wrong ! Because no one , absolutely NO ONE can wrong you unless you allowed them to !


So its basically  huge work on yourself you have to do . Sorting out yourself , your priorities, preferences , joys and expectations from life.
And in that painful time, that time when you must do introspection and contemplation, you pick up pieces of your life with your own hands,  you  need someone. Someone loving, caring, patient, listening your woes out for the umpteenth time, making you see where you could have dealt better, nudging you gently towards brighter prospects ......most importantly,  enabling you to let it do yourself.
You need someone standing with a smile and a first aid box as you go on gluing the shards of your life back to a normal shape .. or maybe into a different shape altogether


You have to wipe out the bleak desolation from your soul , the barrenness of feelings from your heart and ACCEPT that yes! you could have dealt better. You could have been stronger. You could have been wiser. And that id you failed to do so - its not wrong.
It happens  these are virtues which are hard to find and when one has these its even harder to try these at times when one is emotionally involved .Emotions can't let you judge critically. Emotions make you weak in knees, prone to hurt .  And to be emotional, sensitive is not wrong.


You have emerged out from the mess but you are still carrying the baggage. Once again the gentle hand of unconditional love supports you.  Once again the flowers bloom and new leaves break in their limpid glory . For me spring came early after autumn as I had my mother for that unwavering support and unconditional love. The unending wisdom and unfathomable patience with a divine acceptance of facts was all I needed. No questionings or probing only a timeless flow of love .. a rich smile, a twinkle in her eyes , a spring in her step which at her age of 64 gives more hope than thousand words, a disciplined routine despite any calamity and with an unending faith in the Lord/Nature  and His/its  ways she kept on  reminded me " Do the best possible in the given situation"


All I had to do was reach out and call her . She is a well and not a fountain . The seeker has to go and be nourished .She knows her worth and thankfully made me realise too. Its because of her that I was able to 'Look Up' and rise .She made me realise her favourite quote which has become mine too -
“In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.”  


add Mae West's words to this and you will have the gist of her.
"You only live once but if you do it right, once is enough "



People at Housing.com are also helping people in 'looking up' , making them free from miseries of a house and offering them a home to live and a life to 'look up' to .
These housing.com guys are being the First Aid Guys for all just like for my mom was and always will be .
:)Housing.com cover
                             Image: Here


The post is written for Housing.com

Love from Basel...and Aligarh !

Thanks Dear Live-wire Girl
 The second Award which I received is from my dear live-wire girl Shweta Dave who is no more a virtual but a very real friend. 
Her blog needs no introduction still for the sleepy heads she blogs at 'Sunshine and Zephyr' ..yes, we both are sunshine loving sunny people .. 
She is the first person I met for real from this blog-o-world and that too on the very first day of 2015 !

She is warm and if rubbed wrong, can be volatile.And as you can guess (if you know me even a little) that I love this aggressive streak of her. 
She is affectionate and concerned (she mailed me a full post rectifying it of my errors !) fun and  peppy (there's hardly a thing under the sun which have failed to amuse us ) And for countless other reasons some even unknown to me ,she is really special to me... 
And that she is one of the most positive and vivacious person I have met in my life does not hurt the cause:P 
I admire her for her strength of character, clarity of vision and her sharp-edge intelligence (I know intelligence is never blunt but am emphasising) which is exactly the way her writing is - gritty and aggressive,sensuous and mushy, nondualistic and divine ...simply complex !
Ummm .... kuch aur bhi likhna tha  ..:p
She has bestowed upon me not one but two ! awards 'The Versatile Blogger' and 'The Sisterhood of Blogging'.
One can easily smell her love and generosity towards me :):)

I have also received the same award of a  Versatile Blogger from Aditya Sinha ji.
Thanks Shweta, Aditya Sinha ji
He blogs at Facets of Adi. When I visited his place for the first time, I prepared myself for a techno-politico-philosophical blog and in those few seconds which my ailing lappy took to open his blog, I was 
thinking about the word 'facets' he has used in his blog title. I wondered if Electromagnetism and thermodynamics law would count as facets !

 So you can clearly imagine my BLISS when I found the first post titled 'Aligarh ki kachori ! followed by travel tales, blog challenges,contests and posts relating to his myriad interests. 
He has this breezy style of writing which leaves you happy and fresh.
Recently I have come to know about his other blogs also- 
'Divine Perplex' and 'Mere panne'


Now for the rules which are -
Thank the blogger who nominated you, linking back to their site. 
Put the Award logo on your blog .
Answer the ten questions sent to you.
Make up ten new questions for your nominees to answer.
Nominate 5-10 blogs that you adore.  Okay, All Done !

 MY ANSWERS -

1. God asked you to measure happiness,how would you do that ?
     There should be no reasons for happiness. So less the reasons , more the happiness.

2. What is that one life changing moment that you will never forget?
     Getting married .

3. What’s your take on the the statement ” As we get wealthier we trade off emotions” ?
 Quoting Will Smith "Money and success don't change people ; they merely amplify what is        already there."

4. We all face failures sometime in life. How did you face it ? Share an incidence.
    I sleep. Wake up . Start again.

5. How you keep yourself motivated when things are not going as you wished them to be?
    I just  cry .. attempt another approach. Cry .. more modifications.. .... it goes on till its done :)

6. What you cherish more – reading or writing ?
    Feeling lazy -read . feeling active - write :)

7. Do you agree when I say ‘sense of humour’ is the most important ingredient in a happy               marriage ? If not, then share your recipe?
    Its important as it makes a marriage bliss, stress free and fun ...  friendly .  But personally             and honestly Empathy is more important and  mutual respect ESSENTIA

8. Who are you – simple ‘chai /tea ‘ person or the glamorous ‘coffee’ one !
     He he he... I am a 'Milk' person .. white with less sugar.

9. Define three qualities that make you – You, unique.
     Keen observation ( Purely unintentional) combined with brutal honesty and a whacky sense       of humour . The combo seems odd . And the list is endless... so for more kindly fill in the            Blogger Contact Form  Okay ! :p :)

10. Share something about yourself that you want us to know. It can be anything.
      Sure . I Love You friend .. wanted you to know it  :) :p


My 5 nominations for the 'Versatile Blogger' are -

Anita -   The Explorer Of Miracles 
Archana Chaurasiya Kapoor - Drishti
Anmol Rawat - AnmolRawat
Vishal Beroo - Vishal Bheero
Ankur Anand - Tangled Vibes

For 'The Sisterhood Of Blogging' Award -

Nimi AroraAll in A Day's Work
Meoww - Meoww's Musings 
Barbara Fischer - The March House book Blog
Sindhu - The Art and Me 
Kiran Acharya -  The sea and Me 

And my 5 questions for you all are -

1. Name one post (with links of-course )of another blogger than you which you find awesome.
2. Name one post of yours which is close to your heart (need not the best one )
3. Which character from a  movie/book you found resembles you the most ?
4. The first/most important item in your bucket list.
5. That one moment (there's bound to be one at-least) when your life changed.

Have Fun .Keep Blogging.
Love n cheers.

The BOLD Step : #StartANewLife

When a shy,introvert girl from a small sleepy town in Uttar Pradesh dared to dream - it was a bold step for her. To imagine about a life different from her peers was a bold step.
After clearing the joint entrance for PG, she kicked aside the happening Industrial Chemistry for the traditional Zoology just for the love of it -  a bold step.
Image courtesy : Here 
Said no to the esteemed P.hd in 'Chordata' as she wanted only in Embryology/ Genetics- a bold step. 
Despite the social outrage and genuine concern ,left her secure job - a bold step. 
And the boldest of all for a homesick ghar-ghussu person like her was - shifting. Down south ,to Bangalore. More than 2000 kms from 'home' to set up a new home - a home decked not by brass-bronze statues but by  liberty,love and life . 
A Bold Step. A small House but A Big Home.

#StartANewLife!

                                                                 *****

I always wanted to run wild around the world but being the sensitive crab, in the end it was Home sweet Home for me . Like a  well-fed cat napping under the afternoon sun I was always the one to bask under the love and affection of family and friends , either purring on my cot with a book or doing cycling stunts over potholes, racing through fields or playing basketball in grounds drenched and muddy in monsoon rains.
Without any warning came the turbulent weather.And the warm sunshine was imprisoned by the thunderclouds.Friendly rain showers turned into cruel lashings and in that dark period true colours of many were revealed ... 
Perhaps my sunny view was too bright to discern the true colours and the rains have now washed away the fake smiles and hollow words.

First , it was disbelief followed by shock, anger, frustration, subdued vengeance, desolation, despondency and finally acceptance.

Then the merciful, divine stage of forgiving came. Forgiveness towards MYSELF.

Though I never lost my sangfroid in public but I was culprit for murdering some precious moments of my life ... for those who were just fellow travelers in this journey of Life !
As I was working on forming an equanimity with life, Bangalore happened.
I was already in the serene and picturesque valley of Dehradun nestled cosily between the Himalayan and Shivalik range of hills ... but my inhibitions  had been cut loose and I was unstoppable. I was no more the soft-crab. My carapace had weathered and I was ready to test my might .

It was a risk.With zero savings, a meagre salary and two kids, a BIG and a BOLD step.

                           
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The Foyer
Secretly I always wanted to be a rolling stone albeit with a pocket for the moss of wisdom. With my journey down south I actually became one! 
  
It was an entirely new landscape, the terrain, the people,the language and the culture. From day one the city was welcoming with rain showers, cool breeze, green canopy and  a culture sans pomp and show was a respite from the pandemonium and glitz. 
I was astounded to see the vibrancy in clothes, in houses, on doorsteps, in jewellery and in temples! Such myriad colours ! 
Such tongue twister of a names and such intricate patterns in almost everything from weaving clothes to designing kolams, from headgears to the name of food items and roads !
The Kitchen
Unlike many others I was thrilled to be here and loved its every hue so I quickly learnt things from swalpa adjust maadi, the proportion of rice n urad daal for a crisp dosai, the dots in kolams, the rounds and turns of Kannada lipi, the Cholas and the Pallavas, the lifeline Kaveri and the rocky yet fertile red terrain dotted with lush fields and silver mercurial falls. 

Piece by piece we started our life anew, afresh leaving not the past behind but just the despair and gloom of it. 

We bought a house , made it into a home and founded it on mutual respect and a space for differences. We made a nook for my books and  a place for his temple. Bay windows for my sunshine,rain and zephyr and glass panels for his comfort. An attic for precious memories and a dustbin for negativity....


The Sunset !
Six years later Bengaluru is where home is.  
Life has truly started afresh and anew. Lows are there and mistakes happen but ultimately its a home full of love and happiness, courage and transparency and yes, a lovely view ! 
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