WEDDING? I am just 25! 'A hot topic!'

I realized its April 14^th today and I have not written even a single post this month, until now (Sigh!).  I think I’m a little preoccupied with things and also a little tired along with being lazy from past few days. The Goa trip last week was amazing. It helped me in getting my emotions on place.

Okay, so today morning I was talking to my mom, and, as usual she started blabbering about my wedding. My parents saw a guy and they really liked him and his family. Now, when they are convinced about him being the right person for their daughter (that is me), they are behind me for meeting his family. Although, I made them clear that I am not yet interested in marriage but you know how parents are. If they find someone awesome (as per them) then they surely won’t leave you. Since I work for Big4’s, I write, I am mature enough and I am 25, they think this is the right time for anyone to get married.

Oh common, stop the talks please!!!

Alright, I think most of us must be aware of why this blog post is for. Nothing else but the girl who died after gang raped brutally, fiercely, and ruthlessly by five young man, or six I think, sorry it should be seven including the driver of the bus. Young handsome looking guys who wanted to have fun and fulfill their desire (now what desire is it we all know that) saw a girl, a beautiful girl and there that was the prey they were eyeing for. After raping her inhumanely they inserted a long rod (WHAT!!!) in her vagina( HORRIFYING!) and then what do you expect after that? They flicked her out of the bus.

I am Beautiful!

Hello Behenji, one of my so called friends said, everyone knows who is more beautiful and more fashionable okay. So please don't try to act smart and look at yourself. Also she added you have nothing else to do in life other than just TRYING hard to be more fashionable and that you can never be. Also posting pictures on Facebook to get attention is the only thing you can do. I was listening to what she said, and cried secretly in my room. I couldn't tell anyone as I thought I am so not beautiful to fit in this world. 

BOL.....

Wow! was the word that came out after i watched the movie "Bol" suggested by one of my friend.My thank you is not enough for suggesting me to watch this movie.Although the movie was released in the June of year 2011, I didn't made an effort to watch it then. I thought it would be a normal and "As usual" movie with some love story and a happy ending. But, but believe me friends this post is just to tell you all guys to watch this movie once in a life time. A WORTH worth watch movie with concentrating on various social issues going on in the world. I have no words left to describe the movie.

I am not a film critic or a commentator, but this movie really touched me in many ways. It made me believe in myself, as a person. This movie forced me to respect my own self. This movie forced me to respect the people who are not like us. The issues that this movie brings up and the way they are dealt with people around can really make a great impact on the society. The movie is thought provoking, topical, and the performances given by the cast is amazing in its own sense. The message that this movie brings up is considerable, important, and should be followed by every individual in the society.

"Bol" is a pakistani movie written and directed by Shoaib Mansoor. Before i watched this movie, I always used to think that movie's produced in Pakistan would not show the transsexual born kid, or the place of Kanjars or say prostitutes( Its the place where girls sell their body to get money), or a father killing his son because he is transsexual, or the girl murdering her father because he killed his transsexual brother. I never thought they will  show a father going to a prostitute, just because he don't have money to feed his family. The way movie flows really takes you into the situation. Again this movie also tells you that, you have to understand that girls are to be treated with respect.

One of my favorite scenes in the movie is the one where the transsexual boy gets raped by people, and when he comes back home his father kills him because he was embarrassed by him. The way Zainab (the main lead character who got hanged to death) and Hakim (The father) acted in the movie is commendable.

Hats off to the director, producer, actors and people of pakistan for bringing such an amazing script in the market. Just hoping that after watching this movie people would respect others and treat everyone equally. It's better late than never. Please please guys do watch this movie. And yes..I am not a film Critic for sure...;)

I would just say that every individual should watch this movie. If you are a fun loving person may be this movie is not for you, but if you are looking for some awesome acting, story, lesson, and a great picture then this movie is a must for you!! May be this movie can make your weekend a good one!:)

http://www.putlocker.com/file/669312EB3F7E5694# ............. Link for those who want to watch the movie.


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Being a Woman is not that fun!

           

Being a woman is not that fun but the fact is , a woman is a woman. …

The one who brings joy in a family, that is a woman,
who makes the home feel complete, that is a woman,
when she smiles, makes you laugh. That is a woman,
 A day without her, is boring and dull. That is a woman.


Being a woman is not that fun but the fact is, a woman is a woman. …


Smile in tough times, that is a woman,

Sacrificing herself for others, that is a woman,

Strong like a diamond, that is a woman 
soft like a petal that, is a woman.

Being a woman is not that fun but the fact is, a woman is a woman. …


A support when needed, that is a woman,
Standing next you, always, that is a woman,

Who teaches you to love, that is a woman,

Who makes a home and gives a family, that is a woman.

Being a woman is not that fun but the fact is, a woman is a woman. …

Makes your life perfect, that is a woman,
Does things for you, rather than for herself, that is a woman,
Is always confused but tries to show you the way, that is a woman,
Does silly mistakes but focuses on being perfect, that is a woman.

Being a woman is not that fun but the fact is, a woman is a woman. …


A woman is been used, is treated like hell,

A woman for few is just a thing to play,

A woman is no one but specie to have fun with,

A woman is just a bitch to make a deal with.
A woman is disrespected by many,
Many don't want a woman to be born. 


They don't want to give birth to a Woman,
A woman if born, is killed by many.
without realizing they are losing a daughter, a sister, a wife, and most importantly a mother!


How can you kill a mother? How can you kill a girl who is the future!
A woman is not just a woman, but a specie who is supposed to be treated equally with men!
A woman if born should be celebrated and not buried. 
A woman should have the right to be given birth in this world!

Although being a woman is not that fun but the fact is, a woman is a woman. …

She smiles always, but she has a heart that cries!

Being a woman is not that fun!

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I love you Mommy!

I was in deep sleep. Was missing someone. I think it was my mom. It had been days when I met her. From the time I have started working, I have stayed away from my family, and I really miss the support that only your parents, and especially your mom can give you.  Who is a mom and why a mom is so special, is always an unanswered question. I tried to understand it a little and dedicate this post to the entire mom’s in the world. Also this post is dedicated to Daddy’s who do take a mom’s place, when needed.

Before writing this article I asked my mom how does it feels being a mom. She just smiled, probably thinking her daughter have gone mad.  Gave a kiss on my cheek (that I didn't like that much) and said “I feel really happy being a mom”, and went back inside the kitchen ( I thought in my head 'wow what an answer she has given to me' huh. Can't help it), started calling my name “Tukki common dear it’s late, shut down the laptop and sleep. Even I am tired from morning. She added shouting from inside “Do you want bournvita or you want horlicks. I was busy chatting on FB and looking at the updates. She asked again, and I trying to ignore her said in a very low voice “Anything is fine mummy. Why do you ask so many questions? She said because its very difficult to understand you guys. If I will give you bournvita, you will surely want Horlicks and vice versa. I gazed at her, and murmuring in herself she went inside the kitchen. Called Again “In which glass do you want?” I got irritated this time and said Mommy you can give me in any glass you want. Why are you asking me these small questions? Looking at me getting irritated she finally after all the specifications and ingredients came to my computer table and gave a glass of Horlicks.

This time I looked at her again, it didn't bother to her how she looked, she was tired i could see it in her eyes. I wanted to say Thank you mom for all you do for me. Thank you! But couldn't. Something stopped me, I think it was just the feeling that she already knew she is special to me. I know, I know I am wrong. That’s why I wrote this post to let her know that she does really means a lot to me. In fact this is for all the mom’s saying you are special.

Mommy when you used to wake me up from my sleep in the morning and try to kiss my cheek thinking me as your small kid, I really didn’t like it. I hated that kind of morning alarm. But today mom when I have no one to wake me up, when its me myself who looks at the alarm clock every ten minutes so I could reach office on time and still could not make it, I really miss you mom when i have no one to wake me up..

When you used to run behind me with a glass of milk, early morning and breakfast, and force me to drink it, I used to think why are you so damn concerned about me always. What will even happen if I don’t drink milk a day or if I don’t have breakfast? But now mom when it gets months I have no one to offer tea in the morning, I have no one to ask if I had breakfast, or I have no one in the morning to run behind me with a glass full of milk and asking to eat on time. I really miss you mom when i am the only one to take care of myself.

When I want to eat something yummy, or I feel like having your cooked food, I have no other option but to go out in a restaurant and try to fill my stomach. No one bothers if I say I feel like eating a simple food but your hand cooked. Because that tastes better than the Chinese or the Thai food. I really miss you Mom when i feel like eating food with your hands..

When I want to sit alone, not talking to anyone, or want to cry for some stupid reason, I try to find you next to me. I try to feel your hand on my forehead, and I want your lap to lie down my head without any shame. I miss you, because I know you are one who won’t ask for the explanations,or the reasons, or the people, who made me cry. But you will try to make me feel good in every possible way with your love, and your care. I really miss you mom at that moment.

I remember at times when I used to shout on you, and get irritated because of small things, you used to start crying along with me. I miss you, when I have no one to show my anger to, because if I show, people would never turn again to me. When it was you, I was free to express myself without the fear of losing you. I miss you mom because I don’t find that security in any other relationship in the world.

Mommy when you have hit me at times because I was wrong, I didn’t talked to you for days.But you know it was much better than people hurting me by breaking my trust, or when people hitting me in the name of relationships. You never broke me, but you always did things to make me a better person. I miss you mom when you are not there to hit me on my mistakes and ask me to go on the right path.

I remember how you always cooked my favorite food on special occasions just because I wanted to eat. You didn’t bother about brother or dad. I miss you mom when I have no one to compromise for me, their choice of food.

I wonder at times, Mom when was it that you didn't receive my call? I think It was never. You have always made yourself available to me in need, or when I call you in midnight or early morning. I am 24 and not even a day I felt that you ignored me, or didn’t talk to me, or were unavailable for me. But I really miss you mom, when I call my friends, and they are busy somewhere, or when I need them the most, they are busy settling their life. I miss you mom just for the reason that no one can take your place in my life ever.

I remember when once I cried on the phone, and I didn’t talked to you for a day for some reason, you came to see me because you were worried if I am okay. You were worried if something went wrong in my life.

I know at times I ignore you, i don't receive your call, i don't talk to you properly, because i am busy in my life, but mom i really miss you in those days as well. To share my happiness, and, for a sound sleep, i need you with me. 

I miss you every moment mom and I thank god for letting me know the importance of a mom. No one in this world, I believe, can take your place in my life. Although I don’t show you my emotions because I am scared what if you are not there with me what will I do. But today I want to say it to you that you are really special person in my life. You are the one who trusted me, believed in me, made me believe in myself, came running to me whenever my heart asked for, boosted me in tough times, fought with dad for me, proved me right in front of brother, supported me in my decisions, and helped me in being a good hearted person that I am! You taught me to be good to people, to be kind to people and most importantly to trust people and not to break that trust. You are an inspiration to me to live my life in a better way. When I am depressed I am sure about the person to whom I can go to. Mom you are the person who is perfect in my eyes no matter how perfect or imperfect the world is.


Happy Mother's day Mom! you truly deserve it!! 

  

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Somebody Listening ?!?! We need to be safe.

I have always felt that the safety and security of a women is her own responsibility and no one else should be blamed. But yesterday was the day when my thoughts changed. What i think now is that the safety and security of a women depends on the people living in the society as well, along with the women herself. There have been instances in India and all over the country that says its women who is responsible for the bad behavior of guys. Really? how many of you think that its completely a girls responsibility to avoid the social calamities like Rape, or misbehavior, or unaccepted acts done by a guy like teasing girls on the road, passing comments that makes a girl feel awkward. I think both Men and Women are equally responsible for the increase in rapes in city like Delhi or anywhere else in India.

Let me tell you guys a incident that recently happened with me when i was travelling. I was really excited to go for the Annual Management Fest to my college like two years after i completed my Graduation. It was an awaiting moment for me as i was going to meet my old friends, batch-mates, my college, the professors, and the juniors. I booked the bus tickets from the leading online service provider" Red Bus". I have booked my tickets through Red bus quite a few times. The best thing about red bus booking is that they always deliver the tickets on time, and have a very good after sale service like calling you if you received the ticket, of if you need the contact number of the bus you are travelling in etc. I was all set to travel with my bag pack and this time without my laptop.

The journey towards the college was good enough. I reached safely to the city called Bangalore and also the Auto person helped me out in finding my friend's house. Her place was somewhere in the city, and it was in real interior. We took great effort reaching her place. Ah. they have thousand of houses in a row, all look alike with no names, and you have to go search which one is yours. The landmarks are something unknown to people living in that locality. So you should have alteast two or three landmarks when you are searching for a house in India especially in Bangalore, Delhi, or Mumbai. So all went well, i attended the Management fest with my friend and the juniors and super juniors. It was a fun event, and went off super quick.

On my return journey i had the same bus. I expected it to be safe and secure. It was a night journey and i probably could have reached my place like 0530 hrs. It was 0430 hrs and i felt somebody is trying to touch my hand. I thought may be its by mistake. Since i had taken the first seat, i thought may be someone's is just trying to relax as may be he didn't got the place. I tried sleeping again. Some Anonymous guy continued to touch my hand and trying to move forward. The seat assigned to me was just next to the driver, and still that guy had the courage to tease a girl in the moving forward bus. I opened the curtain of my seat and tried to look who he is. He all of a sudden got up and went in the back side of the bus so that i don't catch him. I thought after this he wont try doing it again. But can you guys believe he came back, and repeated the same thing. He tried putting his hands again. Since i was aware this is going to happen i was awake the whole night until i reached my destination. Realizing i am not asleep, he did that again, i became aggressive this time and shouted saying "What he Hell"?? He ran and went to his seat. Since i was alone, i didn't wanted to make it an issue as that can guy can take the revenge( As it happens that when you hurt the ego of the person, he tries to take the revenge now or later). I wanted myself to be safe and reach home ASAP. So i kept quiet, and got down at my stop.

Now here's the question. What do guys expect us to do? Should we not go out? Or may be we can't travel alone? Do you rapist want us to not to wear the dresses we want to or talk to people openly? You want us to be in a cage so that is the most safest place i think. Do you want us to be like a bird without the wings? We will do as you say Mr. Rapist. We won't work, we won't talk,

we won't come out of the house, we literally won't go alone anywhere. Are we going to be safe then? or may be ? or may be not, right? A girl is never going to be safe in such a society where you can't trust a cab driver that is picking you up from the office at 0200 hours, and then taking you to some odd place and then rapes you, and runs away. The police couldn't catch the culprit, and it keeps repeating over and over again. I don't get it, the guy who does this with other girls for sure has a Mother if not a sister. Why don't they realize that it spoils the girls future, no guy want to accept a girl who has gone through something like this. The parents as well feel ashamed of the girl if something like this happens with their daughter.

Please Mr. Rapist, you will continue doing this but a girl can't continue to give herself to some Anonymous brat whom she don't even know. You have to understand that a girl deserves to be safe in her mother country. Don't she? Somebody's Listening? We need to be safe!!

We do!

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She said this is what i am Supposed to do!!

She was born with a sweet smile, no teeth ofcourse, Bright eyes, small tiny hands, red and was little chubby. Was a beautiful kid. Few said she looked like her mom and few said like her dad. But at that moment what was more important is that she was safe. Both mom and the kid were healthy and happy. What else could people ask for. There was happiness everywhere. Really ? No, not exactly. Few old people in the family where not that happy and excited about being a 'girl' born in the family. They wanted a 'boy' who can later continue their family and give birth to a son when he gets married. Baby girl was not aware of this thing going on in the world. She was happy to be born, she was just a kid to her mom and an angel for her dad.

She was one when she started crawling, two she started calling Mamm, and dadi..well its Mom and Daddy. She was unable to say full words. She was tiny, i never thought kids can be that tiny too. She was lovable to the family but still a kind of responsibility to her parents. A responsibility until she gets married to someone else. When she was three she went to school, same like a guy. Ofcourse primary Education is important for every child, be it a girl or a guy . She was treated with equality until she was a kid of five years.

She was eight when her grand parents asked her parents to teach the house hold works. They looked at each other and said..'But she is a kid'. And the grandparents said..'For a girl nothing is kid..they have to grow up and be matured at early age'. She started cleaning the house, cooking food for everyone when she returns from school. She helped her mom in making pickles, washing clothes, utensils and few other house hold chores. At the age of ten, she was a matured girl .She was not allowed to go out of the house to play like other guys. Her brother, yeah they had another kid and he was a guy. Her family was much more happier to have a son in their family.He was free, he was more aligned into studies. His grandparents kept him on their eyes. Whatever he said has to be cooked, whatever he wants has to be there in the house. Looking at herself, She said," yeah, i know this is what i am supposed to do!"

When she was thirteen, she was the one to take care of her brother, parents, cook both meals, when any guest comes she was the one to prepare tea/coffee, give some snacks. She was asked to smile at everyone, not to talk in loud voice, listen to everyone, do what brother asks to do, no laughing or giggling, respect elders because they are elder to us, respect young gen as they are younger to us. Not to wear fancy clothes, pray god everyday, learn the Gita/Mahabrata (Epics in india) and etc etc...She visited temple everyday, and was asked to pray to get a good husband in the life. She said " yeah, i know this is what i am supposed to do!"

She turned eighteen, was perfect in stitching, cooking, cleaning, managing households, taking care of people. Her parents were looking groom for her. Eighteen was a right age for them for her to get married. The guy should be working in an government office as they wanted their girl to get a life time security. The family should be good. Guys good looks did not matter then. She didn't looked at her husband before she got married to him..She was happy and said " yeah, i know this is what i am supposed to do!"

She got married, took care of the family, fulfilled her responsibilities, and had kids. She continued what she was taught. She had a girl and made her like herself. She had a boy and he was free like air and breeze. And when asked by her daughter when she was eighteen that how does her mom feels being at home all the time? Her mom said " Yeah, i know this is what i was supposed to do all of my life".

Daughter looked at her mom, eyes full of dreams, holding her hand she said :

" Mommy is this what even i am supposed to do ?" What if i want to study further, what if i wanna have my identity ? What if i say i don't want to get married to the guy you choose for me ? What if i say...i am in love with someone? What if i wanna go see experience the world, What if..what if..before she could complete the sentence, her dad listened to all what she, slapped her, she fell down on the ground. With loud voice Said 'Don't ever think of working, don't ever think if you can fall in love, Don't ever try talking like this in my house'. Asking to shut her mouth and do only what she is supposed to do!! Do only what a Girl is supposed to do, to form a family, give birth to a kid, and take care of her family.

Walking out of the room, tears in her eyes, looking at the dreams shattering in front of her, she said to herself " I will change the world one day! I will change my daughter, i will make her live her life and do what she wants to do. I will let her know what life is all about. Yes, i will change the world one day.

With heads up, and on a mission to change the world She got married when she was eighteen.But she was happy. While leaving the house told to her mom and dad :

"Now i know...this is what i am supposed to do!! I now know..what a girl is supposed to do. A girl is supposed to educate a family. A girls is supposed to educate the world!

A girl is supposed to be the change she wants the world to be, and most importantly, a girl is supposed to support a girl" And now i know..What a girl is supposed to do!"

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Leaving Myself!!!

I was just like me, myself . The real me, the cute me, the idiot me, the foolish me, the kiddish me, the stupid and insane me!! But i was happy that i was me! It was bright sunny day, i wore my favorite while color dress, with a kajal and blue color liner on my eyes. It was getting difficult to walk down the stairs wearing heels, as there was no electricity and elevator wasn't working. I tried managing it somehow. uff! i realized i left my I card in the room, ughhh it was irritating to climb up five floors and coming down, can't help it ,though. While walking on the road to get the Auto, i saw someone looking at me, before i could see who that was, an auto came and stood in front of me " Madam, kaha jaana hain", he asked, i negotiated a bit with the Auto wala and reached office.  

OMG, I saw the same guy in the office, well i think i knew him. He was in my college.We talked, said HI, had coffee, little bit of chit-chat, and about the work. I liked him, he liked me too. He complimented saying " you look really amazing in white, the color suits you". Hm. i coudn't control my smile. He said " oh, i love the way you smile too" and that made me laugh even more. We met here and there in the office. During the tea breaks and all. Went for Dinner and i ordered my favorite Veg Manchurian, and Chilly Garlic Noodles. He liked everything in me, my smile, the way i talk, the way i laugh out loud, the stupid insane habits of me, the dresses i wore, the way i eat, the way i look at him and everything...hm, well without even second thought, i started loving him, he proposed and i said yes. That was the most beautiful moment for me!! We decided to enjoy each and every moment together. We decided to accept each other the way we are.!! and that was the best thing in a relationship.

Two years flew like this! but things changed. We decided to go out for a dinner after a long time! well why long time? because he usually is busy in his own things and i in mine. I decided to wear White, as that was the color i was wearing when we met the first time, i applied the same makeup, and i thought everything will be same,i thought we will go to the same place to have dinner we went the first time.I thought he will look at me and say" oh you look exactly the same when i saw you the first time".                 

Well he came to pick me up. Me waiting for his compliment, he said " whay do you always wear white i dont understand". before i could say anything he started driving. He asked me in between where do i want to go for dinner " I said, i want to go the place where we went for the first time", he replied, "no ya, we will go somewhere else. I dont find the place that good. okay i said. He stopped at the restaurant, we sat for dinner, and asked what would i like to have, before I say" I want my favorite Chilly garlic noodles and Veg. Manch." he said, Now PLEASE dont order the same old favourite. Try something new this time. I kept quiet.Having dinner, I laughed loud on something and he said" why do you laugh like this? can't you laugh slow? I dropped the fork, and he said "uf, its difficult to come with you anywhere. Somehow finishing the dinner,We left the palce.

on way to home, i was quiet, realizing things have changed. He didn't like what he used to like in me. I decided to change myself for him. I stopped wearing white, i hated the restaurant we went for the first time and decided not to go ever again, chilly garlic noodles and Veg.  Manchurian makes me vomit, and i controlled my laugh and the way i acted insane and stupid. I realized i am leaving myself. I realized, i am not the same, I realized " I am not ME".I realized its not me, it's who he wants me to be. And the other day " when in a dinner i  was quiet, i was mature,I ate his favourite, i controlled my laugh and behaved his way, i acted the way he wanted me to be. All of a sudden he came to me and said  " YOU are not the same i met, you have changed. I want you to be the same" . I could just smile and say nothing, thinking yes, i have changed for you!! Without even making you realize that. and its difficult for me to get back now, because i left myself...leaving myself!!

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The place WE Call HOME!!

Mummyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, no , no , aaiiiii,,, see Bhaiya(Brother) is hitting me!!!!!! Muuummyy Bhaiya has eaten my chocolate,, Mommmmm, please tell Brother not to talk to me ever!! Mummyy Bhai is not letting me watch my Serial.I want to play Mario.. i want to play Road fighter...Mommm why is he like this?? why does he fight with me always? I will never go to school with him mummy , he will always get dressed up late..:(.. This was what used to happen at home until i turned 18!!! Everyday was a world war, the ground (Home) with two best fighters against each other, but still none of them won the war!! And so we became addicted to fight, to hold each others Strong powerful Hair ( Parachut oil.;)) and go long way to see who has the most strongest of all! Try to see who has more powerful and strong Bones by hitting just like any other Karate Black Belt, and none of them won. Trying to see who can break more numbers of things in th house, and hide it from mom and dad. Finding ways to find faults in each other...and trying to be the Best Actor in front of others, People always used to say to my father" Apka ladka bahut seedha hai, tukki( my pet name) thodi tez dikhti hai"(your son is really innocent, Daughter looks really volatile). Since my brother got that innocent puppy face, i was the one who has been hit by my mom,,,I was the Devil in the house...the girl who always use to try to spoil things with the best of efforts.

What days they were, the best of all!! Isin't it? How we used to Participate in our colllege Annual function, the dance program, the group song( well some very unusual lyrics- mmhh with some unusual music), Skit (Ha ha, triyng to act on stage), The early morning prayer in the school( we used to do..The Pledge- All indian's are my Brothers and Sister's and than silently Murmering Except "ONE", i am sure all of you did), The thought for the day, the Birthday celebration- specially going in the color dress and every class going to distribute the Chocolates with your best friend.Once on my Brithday when i wore color dress- i still remember - Peach color, frill dress, my brother never came to me in the schoool because i was looking different and he was a bit embarassed with that. He always wanted me not to be visible to anyone,LOL. But i didn't let it happen. I always had this dream to become famous like the actresses and the actors. I remember how we used to go to collect the Report Card with our mother and father. Coming home from School, in the Lazy afternoon, with friends on Cycle( I used to have Ladybird with a Basket in front) wearing caps, then watching The Dexter's Laboratory, or the Small wonder, or or or the Mask or Tom and jerry. 

Sunday's were fun day for sure! Getting up, and siting in front of the T.V. to watch Duck Tales, or Mickey Mouse at 09:00 IST on Doordarshan( Television channel in india, the most oldest of all, infact the first one). Waiting for some yummy Breakfast that mom used to cook. Going in the Kitchen, peeping in the Vessels what's there for lunch.Ice- cream after the Dinner, Playing carrom in the afternoon, or cards, or Bad Minton

Time went by and we are now, here Leaving our Mother and Father, pursuing our goals, to accomplish something in life. Few wants to open thier Business and are looking for a Business Plan, few wanting to shift thier job,few wants the best of Package, few Fortunately Happy with thier present Job and deciding on what should i do next?, Few have higher level of Aim of getting Married and live thier childhood again- to see someone playing like they used to do, to have someone to go and drop school. Few are just -just Blank and thinking - what is this life all about? why do i have live it? why do i need to do this when i don't want to, few just trying to understand the Four letter word called " L I F E ". Now we are at  the stage where we have to form our own HOME, because we left the old on long time back, of course not LEAVING, but we have our own small world. We gradually without even being aware of it entered in this stage. We go to our HOME ;few in a month, few in three, few in every Six month,  and few once in an year. We talk on phone with mother and father; but we Don't share our day to day  life. We dont share every moment of Life. I feel strange sometimes when i get up and realize " ohhh, its 3 months i haven't seen my Parents without even realizing it, becuase we are soo busy in Accomplishing something,. in Achieveing something or the Other, to solve our own Problems in life. And so that is how we have unknowingly taken another path for our own good. Because we all know if we dont do it know, than we won't be able to do it ever!    

In such busy life i just want to say it to ALL , please dont forget someone who has thought you A,B,C,D... or who has actually cleaned you when you could not do it yourself, who has always just for you to be happy smiled even when they had basket of troubles, who never let you know if they faced problems in thier office or social life( Like we have ), Dont forget the days when your mom cooked the best of food for you! , don't forget when your father helped you in giving emotional support when you needed the most. Please be with them when they need it, if you are not there when they need or when they are sick, or not feeling well, or wanted you to teach how to operate Facebook, or ask silly questions that how to send message in Mobile because they don't know the functions of the new one that you bought for them, or want you to buy a Laptop for them, or ask for something even if its unwanting for us; they need it.  Please help them with all your efforts. Do not ignore them. You play a major role in their life; infact their life. Please dont Disrespect your own life.!! This is for all the Parents in the world for such Great up bringing.!! We all really thank you!!Love!! 

Amrita

July 17,2011