tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50205119171458820762023-11-16T06:47:34.124-08:00Floating thoughts!The world through my eyes :)Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02438575687376718470noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020511917145882076.post-24394965134435330192019-03-17T01:09:00.000-07:002019-03-17T01:35:31.389-07:0010 yrs of Marketing<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Its been almost 2yrs since the last time I attempted to write a blog.<br />
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I finally decided to take a break from writing captions for instagram posts to pen down my 10yrs journey as a Marketing professional. It won't be about what I achieved/learnt but instead a snippet of what stood out in each company I worked. This post is for posterity.<br />
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I took up MBA as a mean to escape the peer pressure of taking up contract IT job with a promise of moving abroad. I walked out of Wipro placement just before signing the contract. No regrets there!<br />
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My 1st job: Campus placement, summoned to interview for a salon. I was a rank student with 9.3 CGPA and scholarship( Still proud). I did roll my eyes at my placement officer when offered to interview, given I had made it clear, its pure marketing job only I would interview for & nothing else which has 'sales' as part of the profile (Insurance/Banking sector at its peak in hiring MBA grads)<br />
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Surprisingly my 1st interview & the only interaction/question my reporting manager asked was 'You need to maintain the virginity of the brand, are you up for it?' I said YES & got the job!<br />
My 1st manager was a woman & she was fierce. I owe her for showing me what it takes to stand up to bullies or even operations (No pun intended).<br />
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Moving from beauty to coffee was all about obsessing over menu! True story, the most stressful part of job was ensuring the green dot next to a vegetarian item. What I learnt? Always be open to learning more about the company, become the indispensable asset, show what you are worth. Be larger than the system. To this date, this brand stands out as a highlight on my CV. It served the purpose!<br />
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The 3rd job was a career changer. Managing a team & being responsible to convince the stakeholders taught me well. The love for F&B industry took over & I got possessed. I still could pull off baking a cheese burst pizza in the kitchen.<br />
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Dream Job? Not so when you weren't a whisky drinker. I even refused to taste batches to give opinion on which batch should go for production. What I learnt? Present yourself everyday in a manner that you are walking in a Jimmy Choo & own the floor you walk, people will respect you for your confidence. My boss was a Meryl Streep version with compassion at times. Thanks to her I even discovered Prosecco *Clinks Glass*. Here is to those 3am calls on why logo in our TV commercial wasn't aligned to the border of the screen!<br />
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At a crossroad! I will hold back on how énergie fitness brand/place/people impacted me till next time. 3yrs & counting, it deserves a separate post. Fingers crossed for a new beginning & another new experience.<br />
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Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02438575687376718470noreply@blogger.com0Dublin, Ireland53.3498053 -6.260309699999993453.0463133 -6.9057566999999933 53.6532973 -5.6148626999999935tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020511917145882076.post-13924122810281690042017-06-28T08:52:00.001-07:002017-06-28T09:21:25.076-07:00Summing up life..In 15 events!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">However the below events were written for a friend who was involved in a project. The brief was to write 15 incidences describing our life . Here I am summing it up and blogging it for posterity. </span></div>
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of wealth by a member of family while the rest of the world frowned with
disappointment of birth of a girl child instead of a boy to carry forward the family
name.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #404040;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">1988: Welcoming a baby brother, fighting
the jealousy for attention, experiencing the love of sibling & overwhelmed
with the love of a joint family consisting of more than 15 people living under
1 roof unaware of what life has to throw up yet.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #404040;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">1991: An incident that killed the innocence
in the child, expected to act adult when she would have rather preferred being
grounded for eating sand while playing instead. Here she was trying to soothe
her toddler brother while being a witness to the disharmony in family that
changed her life for worse<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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experience of mental trauma while she watched her mother lie motionless for 2
days with doctors rushing around. The life never remained a happy picture for
years after it. She stood there crying her heart out with a hope that her
mother would wake up and make everything better<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #404040;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">2000: With teen age came the
responsibility of keeping the heart in check with all the peer pressure of
falling love or face the truth of infatuation. She silently prayed for her
prince to be ready to mount on the white horse, to sweep her off her feet &
never ever wanting to turn back at the bitterness that life had served her all
these years<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #404040;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">2002: Love in the air, there was nothing
more she wanted from life than spend her whole time in his arms, gazing stars
and never to wake up if it was a dream. Life couldn’t have been more beautiful
than the picture that she lived at the moment. Promises of being together till death does them apart, sealed with a kiss is what kept her going.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">2004: The joy of 1<sup>st</sup> offer
letter, a full time job at 18, the pleasure of able to afford the luxuries, by
her definition which was limited to a goldclass tickets cuddling next to him
and never have to worry at the moment. The next moment she lies on bed with her
hand on her tummy trying to apologize to the unborn child which will be aborted
in few minutes, all she did was plead for forgiveness and request to choose her
again at a better time, bidding good bye had never been this painful<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">2007: The clock seemed to have turned back
while she rejoiced being back at grandparents house, being loved and pampered
by the family, which had celebrated her birth. She stayed on the generations' old wooden swing, the longing for a loving mother being diminished by the
undivided attention of a grandmother which she cherished. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">2008: She watched her grandfather surrender
to death after fighting tumor. She watched him on bed, pale and shrunk
after fighting for almost an year which felt like eternity. Losing the man who
told her stories at night and always asked her to believe in her prince
charming, he made the fairy tales a part of her and to believe its not the end
if its not happy.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">2009: A year to be etched in the memory as
one of the most memorable and thankful year of life. A full-fledged post
graduate degree with an approval for marrying the man who had promised to do so
10yrs ago. The light headed feeling of the marital
status sinking in and never to be worried to rush to parents home after a
romantic night. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">2012: This close to giving up on life.
Unable to express why the craving for motherhood killed her each day. Tired of
being desperate to form a human being inside her womb, promise to look at the
past mistake and hoping life gives her an opportunity to change the course of
action for a life to take form inside her. Futile is what people termed her
efforts and slowly did she began to agree with them until a miracle happened
and she could feel the heartbeats her little one experienced inside her,
responding to every promise she made to love the kid while she cajoled herself
to sleep at the end of each day with a smile plastered on her face.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">her close to her heart and never
wanting to let go with that feeling of being content in life. Nothing more did
she want in life. Promises are all she got to ensure her childhood nightmare
stayed miles away from her precious daughter. An effort to correct everything
that went wrong in her childhood by being a doting mother.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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mysteries waiting to be lived and resolved, she bid good-bye to the extended
family to build her small cozy nest with husband and daughter miles away in an
unknown land. Fears gripping at her feet, depression made an entry to make her
fear for her own life. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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at the most romantic city in the world, Paris offered her the birthday present
in the form of bring her the good news of her dream job in the land she refuses
to call her own. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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reflection, chaos in life she smiles and repeats ‘You have lived the worse
nightmares, you survived all of them, you will survive everything that life has to
offer and ensure being thankful when good times knock at your doorstep coz its
always around the corner waiting to be found and lived’</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02438575687376718470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020511917145882076.post-32329078130246755652016-11-28T03:29:00.003-08:002016-11-28T03:44:38.539-08:00The Orish life..Its Grand<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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At 30 I still look forward to those moments which gives me butterflies. 2 years ago on this day, I head to airport with the 2yr old baby in my arms dreading to take the 16hr journey all by ourselves. Given the only abroad trip I had ever made to in life was Thailand on work with the whole team (Yes, it was purely official trip and I did not watch any strip shows)</div>
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After 2 years, now when I look back, I am thankful that my husband introduced us to this life. The first few months or 1st year was spent crying my heart out, guilt ridden habits and confessions, suicidal thoughts and urge to give up on marriage and rush back to India. </div>
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Now I am thankful that I tackle my emotions slightly better than the past 29years. I also realised your career is not location dependent if you are determined and never stop aiming for that dream to come true, no matter if others call it delusion. I am in a happy place.</div>
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People still drop their jaws when I say my husband chose Ireland over Seattle, they do tell us we have lost our marbles. Given the fact US scares the hell out of me with regards to racism and safety, visiting 7 countries around Europe in the last 2 years, Ireland and Irish people stood out the best. You will realise only if you meet them once. Even today I am thankful when my flight lands in Ireland and I see those smiling faces who would always say 'Its such a lovely day' no matter how crap the weather is.</div>
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Irish taught me how to be grateful for everything you have, no matter how silly it sounds to others. Each day I step out, 90% of the people I come across would smile and wish you. I have met some amazing people, made few friends for life. I had immense support from those whom I hardly known for few weeks. I still get to hear that I do not fit the bill of typical Indian, I was recently told I swear way too much for an Indian standard (Oh do they know me!). I could never ask for a better country after India to call home. The people I interact on daily basis also informed me I have developed the Irish accent (Not complaining)</div>
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There are times when you do miss being away from people who would be there for you, after all there is a reason why you call them your support system. The last couple of months when health took a toll on me and I felt I would remain bed ridden for life, I wanted to run home but I wouldn't have been able to even make it to airport. Guess that is what makes you stronger, you fight your own battles. <br />
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Ireland brought us closer as couple as we were left with only with each other to tend to our wounds, joys, celebrations or disappointments of life. Given you head home at 5, no work mails or call and you are forced to spend weekends at home, the family grows closer. I doubt I would have ever been able to spend the quality time with my daughter in India the way I could do it here, the stage where I get to rejoice her every new learning and unlearning things. A typical weekend is spent watching animated movies, baking cakes together, each meal consisting of laughter and unlimited hugs and kisses. Its rare you would have to host people or rush to someone else's place as guests, which you would start being thankful for in life gradually.<br />
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Does this make me want to settle here for life? May be yes, may be not. Or I love my street side chats way too much to live on potatoes as chakhna post retirement. I would love to head back, but I do believe another couple of years in Ireland will help me turn into a better and humble person. I am sure the Irish love and affection would rub off on me and I would come to terms of loving everyone equally without being subjective of their origin or attributes. I am sure it will be Grand!</div>
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Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02438575687376718470noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020511917145882076.post-90315827366684819852016-06-17T07:04:00.001-07:002016-06-17T07:19:26.910-07:00Give it all <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
This post is very close to my heart. Initially I thought I should write about us, about women, about appreciating being a woman! However every time I post a pic or a staus, many like them, few comment on them and few even text me to say they are happy for me and how perfect my life is.<br />
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Well sorry to burst the bubble, my life has never been perfect. Yes, I have been on exotic holidays, moved abroad, dress up everyday as if I am will be walking on the ramp any moment. But, its not hunky dory life.<br />
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Apart from my childhood, which I would say was no less than nightmares at times, it contributed to what I am today. No, I wouldn't discuss my trauma and attribute everything to it and cry my heart out. My hardship days as a kid was a reason I wanted to be a strong headed woman, yes I did attempt and I am still not sure if I ever could be tagged under that title.<br />
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Coming to present day, I have my days where I have cried straight 12 hrs, I have tried to kill self, I have laid on bed for hours wondering why few people are so cheerful (Thanks to social media) while I sulk in my misery. I have a record of breaking utensils, phones and snapping at a drop of a hat. Next day I would probably post a pic with my daughter being all cheerful, where I am genuinely happy. (As if the previous day never happened, I wont remember why I did or what I did at times)<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlIldeSt-0HNfj7u694Er0ePoJkZt7bQndSwD6zVtiahZPTOWN4S_Po8wvx21xdSsn4XIn5o7UkELNPjFTbmtHsi1w9CObmNq0o6_gPsiLQja5hithWl-bgTW4I3Ax00HTYf5DEJhOjdg/s1600/images.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlIldeSt-0HNfj7u694Er0ePoJkZt7bQndSwD6zVtiahZPTOWN4S_Po8wvx21xdSsn4XIn5o7UkELNPjFTbmtHsi1w9CObmNq0o6_gPsiLQja5hithWl-bgTW4I3Ax00HTYf5DEJhOjdg/s1600/images.png" /></a>All I got to say is, don't compare your life with anyone over the mere social status/pictures/posts and loathe in self misery. We all have our battles to fight, I have struggled but I know I am working towards it. I wouldn't say its a condition/disease to fight depression.<br />
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Honestly I have no reason to be depressed if I had to pinpoint. The last time I cried for a reason was when I wanted to embrace motherhood and mother nature had other plans for me. Post natal depression is common (Yes its real), however I escaped it and got trapped in an internal fight with my own self.<br />
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For all those who asked me how I remain so cheerful all the time while I cook, work, travel and be a mother, guess what, I am not what you just see in my profile. Nevertheless my each posts and status are the moments where I am genuinely happy and celebrating life. Just that when I am depressed, I try to stay away, I would have my husband trying to comfort me to understand how I could start loving myself. At times I would have my daughter peeking into the room, watching me sob and ask her father, is mommy not well? My heart goes out to her, I would still remain immobile.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYilEP6rxgy8wvcygYE1ivkMBodH1STOsNKOKvNSV2QL9FuJXvVleiCKrVMNYi9oGwsqv6Y4EFDqCOt7eadapYdCYUiDEKxQm3m2bZm_gBo_udSEQBkhk1t56ubM-1xgluzkKqUKK94wI/s1600/0ac53f2870d42d8c31e31eb0bb28f456.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYilEP6rxgy8wvcygYE1ivkMBodH1STOsNKOKvNSV2QL9FuJXvVleiCKrVMNYi9oGwsqv6Y4EFDqCOt7eadapYdCYUiDEKxQm3m2bZm_gBo_udSEQBkhk1t56ubM-1xgluzkKqUKK94wI/s200/0ac53f2870d42d8c31e31eb0bb28f456.jpg" width="141" /></a>Being a wife is easier than being a mother, you are a wife to a grown man who can fend himself if need arises, whereas being a mother, you are responsible to make someone's life who is looking up to you. The reasons for depression, honestly there may not be one. At present I cant pinpoint what hits me. Earlier I listed being homesick, career, finance as aspects leading to self pity, but its not. I worked on each item on list and I still at times fall back to self misery. At my best, I do commend on achieving what I had intended in life, at my worst I hardly appreciate the people who would go that extra mile to help me recover.<br />
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The reason I decided to write this is to let people know, life appears to be perfect until you start living in their shoes (No walking a mile wont help). I am working hard to not fall back to times where I had no control on the emotional state I drowned in, irritated, moody, withdrawn or even suicidal. Thanks to my husband who goes through all this with me, but gives it all to pull me back to life. I am blessed to have few friends who have seen me through this and have given great support in working out to make my life better. After all these years I do have to say I have worked hard on it, long way to go but proud of how a little help from loved ones has helped me to fight it.<br />
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P.S A psychological study even proves, sharing joyous posts on social media also helps your mental health. Don't jump to judge those who share their joys which may be as simple as painting nails. You don't have to be sympathetic to strangers but you can always provide the empathy to a fellow human being.<br />
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Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02438575687376718470noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020511917145882076.post-12480570309874076522016-05-17T02:54:00.002-07:002016-05-17T02:54:31.739-07:00To be a Man for a day!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Its been more than 6 months I logged into this blog. However the title is a wish list I recently added after an outburst on the house chores.<br />
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Have you ever wondered why we refer to words like 'Help' 'Supportive' 'Lucky' when a man does the work at home. No I am not referring ti Ki and Ka kind of situation. I am referring to those mundane chores that await at home after a long day at work. Washing utensils, stacking books, making beds, vacuuming home and so on. Yes, there are chores which kicks you into reality when you come home after closing a sales call, or getting that dream promotion you had an eye for, or you are too drunk and invite people top crash at your place.<br />
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Here I stand, married for 7 years to a guy who knows me for 16years now (Thanks to those milestones, he rushes to kitchen doing dishes and starts folding clothes the moment he sees a sign that I will flip any moment).<br />
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I wish to be a Man for a day, only so that those overflowing bins don't disturb me while I peel a banana and have no space to throw that peel, those stacked up plates and glasses will not bother if I have to eat food directly from a container, I don't mind sitting on floor to catch the favourite show because the couch is full of clothes that needs to be put away.<br />
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I cannot fathom how all the above mess doesn't bother them. You could still catch a glimpse of happiness while they sit and catch up with friends gossiping on a girl who would have innocently liked a guy's post analysing how sexy she has turned out after all these years, while a woman would be cursing to have neglected the simple decor of the house!<br />
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Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02438575687376718470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020511917145882076.post-69456999947520735882016-01-06T08:59:00.000-08:002016-01-06T23:09:44.894-08:00Istanbul...Indeed the home of Turkey<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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New year's eve may be over rated but I shamelessly accept I am on the list
of their target when they promote parties, getaways and other frills. <o:p></o:p><br>
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Since I believe 1st of every year is a glimpse of how you will be spending
the rest of the year, I ensure I plan my New Year's eve and 1st of January meticulously.
(I just pass a vague idea to my husband who comes out with perfect plan to
execute it). 2015 has been wonderful to us with moving away from country and
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It all started when I wanted a New Year being away from the dreadful winter
of Dublin and we chose Turkey as our destination. As per weather reports few
months back it should have been +5-6degrees of what Dublin had to offer.
Fortunately the weather gods were not pleased and instead we were welcomed with
5-7inch snow in Istanbul. <o:p></o:p><br>
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S is very particular of where we stay, he ensures we travel less during
holidays and enjoy more in the vicinity of our stay. We carefully chose the
hotel next to the iconic Blue Mosque which even has the monument Hagia Sohia
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We landed in the evening and the unexpected snow ensured we tuck ourselves comfortably and order room service for the night. We had our 5 day schedule in the Evernote which listed a visit to Grand Bazaar for the shopping on 1st day (Yes, that’s the way to deal with women and keep them happy on holidays). The Grand bazaar right to its name is grand in every way. You would need minimum of 4hrs if you have to cover each lane. The colorful lanterns, the nazar souvenirs, the beautiful and royal merchandise for home decor would leave you wanting for more back home.<o:p></o:p><br>
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<br>The 1st thing we had learnt was to bargain everything and anything. Start
with a price in mind and stick to it (Almost 50% of the original rate). I had 2
bags full with my choice and S bargaining powers. We had to head back for the
New Year's Eve to our hotel so that the cruise we had booked could arrange to
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The cruise is a must, even if not dinner included you need to experience it for the feel of being under Bosphorous Bridge, in between 2 continents and realize how irrelevant our pity issues of day to day life are compared to such sights. We had booked the cruise for dinner, Turkish dance, Belly dance and liquor of course. The cruise ended at 2:00 am and left us exhausted with wonderful memories to cherish.<o:p></o:p><br>
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Morning we had the major parts of the trip to cover with Topkapi palace, Hippodrome and Basillica Cistern. Being from the city of palaces Mysore, Topkapi palace was a disappointment. The history associated with it was fascinating. The treasure maintained by them takes you back to the times and you wonder of their lifestyle, battles fought, life they lived. For me the swords of Prophet caught the attention, novice in history of the religion and of course the Kaaba pieces of Mecca will enlighten you. We wanted more of it and picked a book on Ottoman Empire to quench our thirst to know more. Time constraint we missed the Harem, place where one emperor had almost 900 women at his service in a given time (Book called Sexual life in Ottoman Society gives in depth information on it). Also you must try the Konyali restaurant at Top Kapi, amazing food with breath taking view to enjoy and relax after the whole walk.<br>
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The Basilica Cistern was captivating with the story of Medusa to be covered.
To witness a part of Roman love for water storage underground with such marvel
will not disappoint you. You can spend hours looking at Medusa pillars and
wonder what story she withholds behind those closed eyes. You are tempted to
run your hand in her snake like hair and wonder if she was as beautiful as
described. (S couldn’t stop referring the book Inferno which ends at Basilica
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The day of sightseeing ended with the Cistern, thanks to hours of walking to
cover mere kilometers in snow. We vowed to be up early next day to cover the
rest of the items on our 'Places to visit'. The place at Arasta Bazaar was the
place for us to hang out every evening as it had amazing Hookah cafe with good
food. They also have Turkish Sufi dance played every evening so you enjoy the
entertainment as well. The energy of the man who spanned for 5 mins every
15mins left me mesmerized and of course the Hookah was the icing on the cake.<br>
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The Blue mosque is captivating with its enormous structure and visibility of
the minars throughout Istanbul. Be it winter, summer or spring the monument is
beautiful throughout the year. We were well prepared to cover our head with
Hijab/Scarf as per the norms Kiddo was excited with the new hairdo. The crowd chattering
inside takes away the peace which I prefer in places like Blue Mosque. The
walls have that tinge of blue with a couple of blue colored tiles in the
ceiling. The whole set up of low lights for visibility takes away the charm of
the mosque. I personally feel if you need to appreciate the beauty of the
mosque the low lights needs to be banned for good. You finally make it through
the crowd of tourists who often forget to keep their slippers in the blue
plastic bag provided and you regret the missing 'No Shoe policy' followed at
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Haghia/Aaya Sophia on the other hand is calmer (Probably because you can
walk to the next floor and get a panoramic view of the 1700yrs old monument.
The number of years is good enough to visit this place and you realize its not
easy to restore them with do and redo of the artwork. It was a church during
Byzantine times with the painting of Emperors donating to Virgin Mary and
Christ. I found that amusing given we criticize people or wonder how desperate
are you to be seen with celebrities in present times. Apart from that you can see
the altar which has the Allah and Christ next to each other scribbled across
the interiors of the monument. This has to be one of my favorite places in
Istanbul because it triggers everything you have learnt in terms of religion.
The history of how Constantine and other emperors evolved in this monument will
be eye opening. (P.S I did feel like keeping an idol of Ganpati in the pic to
make it picture perfect but I let that go: P)<br>
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Now, THE PLACE to visit while sightseeing Istanbul and which did indeed got
me to drop my jaw was Dolmabache Palace. Take all the synonyms for the word
Grand or Royal and this palace should define it for you in pictures. Just
rushing through 4 rooms, 4 halls and 4 chandeliers along took 4 hrs, Not
Kidding. The Harem (Place specific for women in the family) confirms the least
importance given to it. However the grandeur of the interiors, the decor is
fantabulous. It is believed the construction of this palace left the emperor
almost bankrupt and you will agree why when you visit this palace. The
obsession of Emperor to showcase the European style, the art of Venice is
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Amidst enriching ourselves with few wiki pages on history of these monuments
we did squeeze in time for a relaxing Hamam at Cagaloglu, which was rated as 1
of the 1000 places to try before you die (In 2007). Nevertheless it was
peaceful and royalty experience when someone else scrubs and gives you a bubble
bath just before you turn 30! Of course after I ran through the celebrities
list who has visited the place, I can say I did take bath on the same stone as
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Apart from this we did barge into Hard Rock Cafe which was rated the best in
the city and a must try (P.S if you have tried the place in India you can skip
it in Istanbul for no novelty in menu or food). For the same we skipped Takism square
and Galata tower because we were drunk hard at HRC. (No Regrets)<o:p></o:p><br>
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I have summarized my trip to Istanbul and hopefully will visit this place,
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Hello there! Its about to be an year I moved to Dublin and fall into the category of so called NRI.<br />
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The other day someone asked me how can I be an NRI if its just been a year, they had assumed that an NRI would be someone who has gained the citizenship of other country! Thank god its not right and I still have a long way to go for it.<br />
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Let me tell you that as a kid I though the best part of NRI would be the access to different chocolates you would have. The moment I hit puberty, the bubble burst and I wished to never leave my country. It was time when girls were getting married and I was being nudged to find a suitor who qualifies as Software Engineer (The trend then). People were excited when cousins and distant relatives found suitors who were software engineers because they were prospective NRI relatives in the making.<br />
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Fortunately I did get married to a software engineer who has no ideas in pipeline to be an NRI! I was more than happy. A tad bit irritated every time someone asked if we are pursuing the companies which would give us the opportunity. We often discussed why all the fuss?<br />
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However as the world conspires into something you are not yet ready, we had to move to Dublin. The number of congratulations couldn't compete with the advises that followed. However everyone presented a rosy picture of moving abroad. The quality of life, quality of food and the impact on one's kids' upbringing!<br />
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I was more nervous than ever, other than giving up a career there were many things I wasn't prepared for. As feared I did not enjoy moving! Everything had to be learnt, many things had to be let go.<br />
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in other countries compared to India. What they forgot is, I would pay 200 times the price for few stuff like coriander, I would end up paying 2000Rs for a one way cab ride to work, I pay Starbucks coffee rate at a coffee machine at work. I would pay my Indian annual salary for a month's rent to stay in 2 bedroom house. Or every doctor visit I would be paying 3000Rs for consultation<br />
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Few examples for those who assumed being paid in Dollars or Euros is a cake walk for leading a comfortable life or going on exotic family vacations or parents assuming the kids earns in foriegn currency so they can never have any concern on spending few lakhs every visit.<br />
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However there are few things you appreciate in moving away from India. The appreciation for small things in life, thankful for all those friends who did hang out with you every week back in India, the time you get to spend with your family without worrying about the traffic. (P.S applicable to the place I live), the nature which always surpises you with its beauty with every changing season.<br />
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The ultimate goal has to be making the best of what you have and where you live. Appreciate what the country has to offer in terms of living, because few countries might even restrict you on living at your terms. <br />
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Cheers!<br />
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Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02438575687376718470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020511917145882076.post-81547922720360227332015-07-18T15:55:00.001-07:002015-07-18T15:55:31.693-07:00Mannat.. Belief.. Gratitude .. Bajrangi Bhaijaan inspired!I have been a typical Salman Khan fan. I can watch and vouch for all the nonsense movies he comes up with. <div><br></div><div>Today it wasn't different when I stepped out with my 2.5yr old daughter to watch Bajrangi Bhaijaan. Both of us are on paracetamol for 3days now and running with 102 degrees fever, guess the Fan Thing started with me ecstatic every time I saw Salman on screen and now Sia can't hold back her excitement of watching him on screen. </div><div><br></div><div>Past few weeks/months I am still trying to cope with changes in life, I draw support from family and friends whom I left behind 1000s of miles behind. These days I break down at a drop of a pin, I can't stop complaining about every small issue which also includes the unpredictable rain of Dublin! </div><div><br></div><div>Bajrangi Bhaijaan just got me nostalgic of what mattered the most for me couple of years back. I could trade my whole happiness for the experience of motherhood. </div><div><br></div><div>Married at 23, I wanted nothing but being a mother at 24. I have no subtle way to put across how torturous my obsession had been on my family and friends. My health refused to give up to my wish while I battled the agony of even spotting childrena' clothing line in a shopping mall. I could sob for hours at the mall, break down every time I saw a woman begging while she tied a baby to her waist. I only had 1 question, why not me??</div><div><br></div><div>I wouldn't call myself religious, I still quote the reason of psychological than religion when people ask why I don't try meat. I don't preach religion, nor do I judgle people on caste. </div><div><br></div><div>This has been my opinion since childhood, hence the belief of Mannat applied to every shrine across, from Tirupathi, Mantralaya, kukke, Ajmer Dargah, Haji Ali or St Philomenas church. I did not miss even one asking for my wish to be granted. </div><div><br></div><div>I am educated, I believe in science. I believe in scientific reason justifying the religious practices, however a belief which keeps you going, which lets you live with hope can't be harmful. </div><div><br></div><div>My Mannat across all the above shrines was the belief/faith in a magical wand that would go round and make my wish come true kind. </div><div><br></div><div>There was no other joy I wanted. Most of them felt pity, while few suggested adoption. It's not just the kid in my life that mattered, I wanted to experience the precious 9 months of creating a human inside my womb. I did not give up. My family, my husband, my in laws watched me go crazy at times when I broke down and yet supported me to stay strong.. My inability made me more guilty of the void in my life. </div><div><br></div><div>It all seems a distant past now when I see Sia sitting next to me and shouts 'mamma Salman Khan'. I suddenly realised how did I stop living the joy I wished for constantly across all this shrines. How did the biggest joy of my life took a backseat while I started cribbing on mere issues of life. </div><div><br></div><div>Guess it's time to be grateful, for the n number mannats which fortunately co incided with my health to make my wish come true, thankful to all those who stood by me during my worst and continue to wish for my best. </div><div><br></div><div>Small joys are meant to be cherished while being grateful to the joy which was unexpectedly thrown at you. </div><div><br></div><div>A revelation indeed! </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8_AQ7Ac3JKF38eibGKn5mt-L1JfXFaM9LinG_oTHVoRoKpyUoVXL9gBq5cieCmof1yhXOOsJlhvyk6jqme-al2Xqi7-wGXS4hXLYVKlLhuO6z1-kpvDWrgrom0auIbugWlLEgAKf7ZcU/s640/blogger-image--1139447990.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8_AQ7Ac3JKF38eibGKn5mt-L1JfXFaM9LinG_oTHVoRoKpyUoVXL9gBq5cieCmof1yhXOOsJlhvyk6jqme-al2Xqi7-wGXS4hXLYVKlLhuO6z1-kpvDWrgrom0auIbugWlLEgAKf7ZcU/s640/blogger-image--1139447990.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02438575687376718470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020511917145882076.post-49692693680382899432015-03-01T13:47:00.001-08:002015-03-01T13:47:47.314-08:00#52WOG ~ Gratitude to 3 people<div><br></div>This week it's about showing gratitude to 3 people. So let's begin the list: <div><br><div>1. Maternal Grandpa: I have been seeing him in dreams for days now. The picture of him lying on bed with holes across his body to keep his cancer driven brains working over shadowed with the images of the Strict grandpa who drived me crazy. I can't thank him enough for being the person I was most cared of, or the person I loved the most! He brought me up with the most traditional values of love, relations and believing in fairy tales for life. He is the one who let me believe to be swept off my feet by a prince riding a horse & I was but in a black hero puch. He woke me at 6am sharp, water 10000 plant pots, boil the water for bathing with the fire logs and yet pray to God for being given things to live. I am just thankful to him for me the person I am, for I still believe in Happy Endings and there is more to life than just cribbing. </div><div><br></div><div>2. BFF ~ Ashi! She doesn't read my blogs, but I am grateful for her existence in my life. 25yrs and still counting, takes all my rants, listens to every stupid deed of my life and yet makes me feel special and always ends the conversation with 'I am proud of you'. (P.S that leaves me content and smiling). We are definitely not the ones who talk everyday, but when we do talk we know the person's state with just the way they greet. The emotions we share are expressed in the words we choose to type in whatsapp rather than the emojis. That's how well we know each other. I am blessed to have you Ashima & yes I am proud of you more than you are of me.</div><div><br></div><div>3. Bee!!!! The universally known bee. We met through twitter and have long forgotten the conventional ways of meeting friends for life. I am not complaining, I crib to her everyday, I fight with her every week and yet we make up with just a liner. She is my walking talking black book.. My secrets, my dreams, my fears are etched in her ears because that's how much I chatter when I get the chance. 1000miles apart I can still drop everything in hand when I know she needs me and I am sure she will too. Thanks for being there through thicks thins and even those void moments. I love you and yes I love you more than you love me. </div></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsnFouJuKOCJZWKT_3HesB6TCwmDl0OK61e-zbwf8dtplvM0tTJuKGCLRqc6g_2A1gVjX1GKA0pkT0QBfnEc8eqWxLAlFFtqiQ8yOuSAwNnr3d1bZxpqMXHoPbkzVF8Q1DBNIlCyeh_jE/s640/blogger-image--284868663.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsnFouJuKOCJZWKT_3HesB6TCwmDl0OK61e-zbwf8dtplvM0tTJuKGCLRqc6g_2A1gVjX1GKA0pkT0QBfnEc8eqWxLAlFFtqiQ8yOuSAwNnr3d1bZxpqMXHoPbkzVF8Q1DBNIlCyeh_jE/s640/blogger-image--284868663.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02438575687376718470noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020511917145882076.post-72675922066336709372015-02-22T12:42:00.001-08:002015-02-22T12:42:55.825-08:00#52WOG ~ A Friend 1This week it's about being grateful to that 1 friend. I would thank my 3am friend Gaurav.. Alias @pal36. <div><br></div><div>It's weird how we met over a couple of drinks and hit it off instantly. They say a good friend will not just share his/her life but has to listen to what you say/feel/do. Well in that case GJ takes the cake with icing! I can't think of anyone else who listens to me as much as he does, I whine, I cry, I laugh.. I even discuss weirdest dreams and career goals with me.. He always has a standard report before giving me d piece of life which goes 'Koyi na, talent hai tujhme' </div><div><br></div><div>I am yet to figure out that talent he keeps praising me about, d confidence he keeps instilling that I deserve something better everytime something goes wrong. </div><div><br></div><div>It's been 3yrs of him tolerating my every dreading calls, talks, and complaints.. I fall short of description on how I define this friendship with him.. But I know he will always be there! The best part about him, I have ever ever heard him bitch of complaint oanout anything or anyone for through out 3yrs..OMG! See that's how he is and I love him for that. </div><div><br></div><div>Thank u GJ for being U and here is to the N Number of years we have together in the so called life! </div><div><br></div><div>Cheers </div><div><br></div><div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlN1ic0Ng8Nb8A-JKqHnxsm96NMgQ14fbXEhjQk6Sz1oKF2Icdv-pS7yZisdVFF0nc2UpAGNx8Gx9xT9UsqvtrJv73ThJo9iTJDM_C1CtcPSOFYXnwKAzsG0YiCcG99P0OUYY3NBarYrg/s640/blogger-image--956853641.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlN1ic0Ng8Nb8A-JKqHnxsm96NMgQ14fbXEhjQk6Sz1oKF2Icdv-pS7yZisdVFF0nc2UpAGNx8Gx9xT9UsqvtrJv73ThJo9iTJDM_C1CtcPSOFYXnwKAzsG0YiCcG99P0OUYY3NBarYrg/s640/blogger-image--956853641.jpg"></a></div></div>Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02438575687376718470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020511917145882076.post-11090878171701780882015-02-17T07:07:00.001-08:002015-02-17T07:07:52.829-08:00#52WOG ~ The City I live InI couldn't have got this post with a better timing. It's been not even 3 months since I moved to this city which I have started to fall in love with. <div><br></div><div>I did hate every minute when I stepped into Dublin. I am a people person, I actually have panic attacks when I don't get to see people around for a long time. However Dublin had exactly the same to offer to me. </div><div><br></div><div>Even your own body needs 2weeks to show results of your diet/exercise change, this was the life I was beginning and was expecting familiarity within minutes. Fortunately after the most difficult 75 days of Dublin life I feel positive about the city. The moment you step in, U start noticing people being obsessed with Thank you and I am sorry. It's like they say those words absent mindedly.. Every 2mins by default. </div><div><br></div><div>I do think it's pretentious when you don't mean them, but hey we Indians master at that art. Nevertheless the native people are really warm, U can never miss their comforting smiles when you look all confused smiling, they don't mock, instead I encountered 2 elderly women who infact asked me if I knew where I am going as I was hooked to the google maps in the bus. </div><div><br></div><div>Every civilian here wants you to feel welcoming. They do not fight for those every single penny or so called cents here (With reference to the taxi drivers who let go of the change, or take the minimum amount only Becoz they took the longer route ). Everything is new and different from the stereotyped life back in India and hence they say a beginning of new life. </div><div><br></div><div>I might miss those 1000things I had back in India, but Dublin is definitely giving me a reason a day to love the city. I definitely am thankful for the city to give me a new life and definitely and opportunity to be the better person. </div><div><br></div><div>Cheers <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--O6TOgKcntQ/VONZRGePLGI/AAAAAAAA0w8/h1vhOL3Lh9c/s640/blogger-image-1477821660.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--O6TOgKcntQ/VONZRGePLGI/AAAAAAAA0w8/h1vhOL3Lh9c/s640/blogger-image-1477821660.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div>Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02438575687376718470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020511917145882076.post-68298718818387505472015-02-01T13:14:00.001-08:002015-02-01T13:21:53.280-08:00#52WOG ~ A Family Member<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinnS794C4SU3DFVbxYJIICa9oaqi4TM2KYDZIYYJWuEC20Yaix-YOAx0toNQeY8z9onnXs93TPOFpswNuOors6eJtEK99yvj5YiSSRP6Law6KlOvbVe9hPUjZotWat5D34RIgaQ71E0Ck/s640/blogger-image-303729280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinnS794C4SU3DFVbxYJIICa9oaqi4TM2KYDZIYYJWuEC20Yaix-YOAx0toNQeY8z9onnXs93TPOFpswNuOors6eJtEK99yvj5YiSSRP6Law6KlOvbVe9hPUjZotWat5D34RIgaQ71E0Ck/s640/blogger-image-303729280.jpg"></a></div>Well this week is al about showing gratitude to a family member, I chose my daughter. <div><br></div><div>When you have a kid, every relation in life is defined and addressed through their eyes. It's no more Mom, Dad, bro or my husband, it's more Ajji Dadi, Thatha, Maama, pappa. I don't remember when I addressed my dad as dad in front of her because for her it's her Thatha, grandpa not papa. All of a sudden the relation you shared is evolved into the next generation relations. </div><div><br></div><div>As a new parent I have evolved more in these 2months compared to the 28yrs I spent as an individual, the beautiful existence of life was driven and tested to its limits with Sia around. She insisted, persuaded, loved me thoroughly. If not for her I would have just been another spoilt and pampered wife. Thanks to her I am more patient with every course of action she throws at me, I am patient in showing her how beautiful the life is while I hold her hand and give my best to let her experience every thing the world has to offer.</div><div> </div><div>She is my reflection is what people say, but I would rather be her shadow to follow her while she loves her dreams.. Be whatever it is, wherever it is, I would stand back and feel proud of what she chooses to become rather than being asked to. </div><div><br></div><div>I am thankful to the very fact that universe conspired her to be my daughter, every struggle, every near to death experience through out my pregnancy was worth it!! </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div>Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02438575687376718470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020511917145882076.post-86759179253623641712015-01-25T12:22:00.001-08:002015-01-25T12:22:45.286-08:00#52WOG ~ #Family<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPNkIafbhXLD7IALYj6GRqy6AU8-jssZtp0rGG75m2yUoNjh6X3INbEd8ODKG22hgCYhOmuKBJlNVvj3psRtdzj6GBEITOXhxwVoARx1v7QE_gmgRMQ-8X1yTA2ERcyTbkgUW16ToJFOc/s640/blogger-image--723974987.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPNkIafbhXLD7IALYj6GRqy6AU8-jssZtp0rGG75m2yUoNjh6X3INbEd8ODKG22hgCYhOmuKBJlNVvj3psRtdzj6GBEITOXhxwVoARx1v7QE_gmgRMQ-8X1yTA2ERcyTbkgUW16ToJFOc/s640/blogger-image--723974987.jpg"></a></div>This week it's about the gratitude for family! Given this topic a couple of months back, I would have been pretty casual about it. <div><br></div><div>Thousand miles away from home, family is all you miss! The word Family for me forms the entire list of blood relatives I actually grew up with. It happens when you were brought up by grandparents, or say grandpa who believed in Family that eats together stays together. I wouldn't be fair if I don't thank them. </div><div><br></div><div>1. Grandpa and grandma for being there through out my childhood, nurturing my values of life and laying the foundation of thoughts for who I am today. </div><div>2. Mamas/uncles who dearly treated me as a kid sister and bullied and loved to me the core. I wouldn't have been the same if not for you guys. </div><div>3. Aunts who gave me those typical Rajshri kind of relations to cherish and all the love they showered as new brides and forward</div><div>4. Cousins who instilled the motherly instincts which I proudly carry forward while bringing up my daughter </div><div>5. My younger brother who just refused to grow up even after being a dad and knows my mind and hurt with just a hug </div><div>6. Sister in law and nephew who taught what an extended family means with all the love and togetherness </div><div>7. Husband who continues to play multi roles of friend lover listener and more. The one who was confident and loved me enough to start our New family together. </div><div>8. In laws who wanted a daughter and loved me and welcomed me into their family. They always ensured I was given the love of daughter and were treated as one in every aspect </div><div>9. Daughter for whom I prayed day and night. I couldn't have asked for anything more. </div><div><br></div><div>I couldn't include parents in the list as I wouldn't be able to express in pointers how much I am thankful for them! I could go on and on about you guys but it's better felt than said. You mean the world to me, the relationship we share might not be a conventionally one, but hey, none of us believe to be the normal ever. Cheers to this life and thankful to each of you for being just you and grateful to everyone who have contributed to who I am today. It wouldn't be life without you guys! </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02438575687376718470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020511917145882076.post-49713979687641738062015-01-17T11:12:00.001-08:002015-01-17T11:12:38.576-08:00#52WOG ~ Spouse<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It all began the day I said I love you! Very rarely do I get a chance to express my gratitude towards u, I won't let this go. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We might have been the oddest couple, expecting exactly the opposite in life and yet we have come a long way. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Through my worst times I have always found you beside me telling me I want to work this out, Everytime I stormed out you did come to me and tell me how much I loved you even though I would be shouting on top of my voice that I hate you, it would leave me devastated to still get your assurance on the relationship after a crisis, but at the same time thankful that you were holding onto it, our relation, our promises. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I have said this before and I say this again.. There cannot be any other person on this earth who could have been The Man of my life. (P.S I always felt you could have done better, but now it's too late ;) )</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">All these thoughts rested in my mind but was confirmed the day you held Sia in your arms and took care of her through out. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Thank you for being you and yes we still have millions of fights to be fought nevertheless to hug each other and let us know this togetherness is forever. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Ps1O0GZUe1I/VLq0JBN348I/AAAAAAAAzyE/EL99ozTijqY/s640/blogger-image-1349082974.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Ps1O0GZUe1I/VLq0JBN348I/AAAAAAAAzyE/EL99ozTijqY/s640/blogger-image-1349082974.jpg"></a></div>Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02438575687376718470noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020511917145882076.post-5547191727158822702015-01-10T11:20:00.001-08:002015-01-10T11:41:40.470-08:00Let's show some Gratitude<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A new year a new Me and all that jazz begins with a promise to get wiser. For me it has to be more reading and writing this year. </div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I promise to read every days even if it's just a page or two of any book/novel/magazine! Anything that I can lay my hands on. </div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I have all the new purpose to keep up the promise after moving to new Country. So here is what I have picked up from my friends Samarpita and Bhargavi who are co authoring a <i><b>Blog</b></i> to be grateful every week. There are many things to be grateful for in my life over all these years and this challenge compels to express them. </div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I am sure it would be worth the effort and will be fun every week as it also benefits me to keep my blog active. </div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Cheers to the new beginning! </div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> </div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The thought of writing occurrs at weirdest places you can imagine. Today it occurred to me while I was in a flight heading to Bangalore</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I had quite an experience to visit the Golden temple at amristsar (U can just take the scene from jab we met of missing train, chasing it with a cab and minus the joy of reaching the destination) anyways, talking about the urge to visit a temple has always been high in my life. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Reading Eat Pray Love, thorough out my journey I realized how I reach out to god! For the past 2 weeks it has been quite a few good ones. Praying hasn't been difficult for me, it's imbibed into me as a kid(All thanks to the Brahmin family which I was born in, where day begins with mantra and jap) I am a god loving person, nevertheless a god fearing one too </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I once as a kid asked my grandma (I was 6-8yrs old) why people break coconut outside temple and never pick them up! She said it's an offering when God delivers what you asked for & Voila! I had a way to bribe god. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I started testing the method with every thing I wanted to ask god, from finding my pencil box, school holiday, good marks, 1st rank, name it and I offered the god a coconut. Oh I worked on signs too.. Visit temple, ask God If I am doing right in terms of my decisions, would demand that the flowers falls off yeh shoulder of the idol and yes I wanted it from the right side shoulder of the Idol. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">People may find it absurd but I still follow it. The entire trip to Amritsar, where I kept ensuring myself that I need to visit the temple come what May failed. The train delay, missing the train, the cab guy who drove the car at 30kms on a highway all were the signs that I should give up, I dint! I wanted to fight the destiny.. It turned into a battle I wouldn't want to lose. But then who wins against destiny? I could never visit the temple.. 12000 kms of travel in a day and all I did was savoured the food served in shatabdi!</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Talk to a Brahmin lady(Read the ones who are born in 60s and 70s) they have an explanation for every action on course of life.. Yes including why human have sex! Talking about visiting temples, my grandma always informed us that it's the Divine power or the Superior who decides to call you to see him.. U can never plan a pilgrimage, u get a call to visit! Simple translation: Bulava aaya hai! </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">As a kid I feared god, I went through phases where I did not have answers to the questions of my own, I ran to temple! Cry, shout, question god and at last ask for signs. The struggle of mind and heart never ends.. Not sure what meditations is all about but one day dad turned and said Meditate! Pray to Rahu! And yes I feared I started with the jap of 108times chanting Rahu. The day I meditate I tackle life with confidence. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Different people have different way of taking life as it comes, I do with the help of my own ways of God's presence. As a kid (8yrs) I only prayed for him to stay with me! I actually repeated over and over again: Stay with me </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Grew up, and I realized he can't stay with me all the time and my prayer changed to , Hold me while I cross the phase of life, when I am making a decision then let go of my hand to walk on my own. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Now, I only pray to let him give me Peace. Peace of mind is all I want. Realized troubles are the consequences of my decision, it's the peace I need after I make decisions. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Amritsar taught me how HIS decision works. I am educated that doesn't mean I don't believe in the superior power. This trip just enlightened my belief of destiny. The inner battle I fought over these 28years of life took a makeover, fresh appearances of the past only to make me realize that you need to be grateful for the present. </span></div>
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Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02438575687376718470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020511917145882076.post-52603215081931929432014-07-07T05:09:00.001-07:002014-07-07T05:09:43.469-07:00Mumbai...The city I fell in love with!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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name is enough to make my day. It had always been my dream to visit this city
one day and I got this opportunity only in 2013. A year back I landed in Mumbai
and instantly I fell in love with the city. (P.S It felt that way at the
airport and I was yet to step out to the city)<br />
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places emit this warmth when you land. (Unlike the warmth in Kolkata which is contributed
by the temperature), Mumbai was one such place.</span><br />
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wait to explore the city and signed up for Mumbai Darshan the next day. The
hustle bustle around you </span></span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #202020; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 115%;">captivates you. I love the place when its buzzing with
energy, and Mumbai tops the list. The icing on the cake was of course Salman’s
residence but the cherry on top was the juhu beach.(Apart from the filth Vs
cleanliness which Sea facing people argue, water makes me attain my inner
peace).</span></div>
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beach lets you be the kid again, while you run behind the golas/chuskas which
are yumm flavored with Milkmaid. The hot vada pavs, and the buttery pav bhajis,
the corn roasted on the charcoal or be the famous Mumbai kulfi wala with the
tokri. You would go back to your childhood days of those local melas and the
colorful things you get to shop around.</span><br />
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course I took the local train to live those #LocalTrainTales and see if women
actually go through those entire epicness of conversation which they tweet
about. Trust me you wouldnt be disappointed and would conclude that Marathi is
well used when you are abusing someone.</span><br />
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night was meant to try the Necklace road and zip through those roads taking in
everything the city has to offer. The pavement is free to sit down and watch
the waves hit the shore and elude you to escape from the realities of life. </span></span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #202020; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Accompanying you always is the garam garam Channa, roasted peanuts or the tangy
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<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">You
never need a company to enjoy Mumbai, you can run through the flashback and
fast forward of phases of life while you sit and watch people on the necklace
road.</span><br />
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<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">People
of Mumbai never disappoint you. You can always find them full of life and thank
your stars for their company (No I am not exaggerating; You have to experience
to believe it). They do live their life to the fullest and are always welcoming.</span><br />
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<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">I dont
think any other place in the world can give me high the way Mumbai does. I have
visited it only twice and the only city which made me give a thought of
relocation.</span><br />
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This post was actully written as an entry for a Contest happening at <a href="http://sankshvet.blogspot.in/2014/06/giveaway-bucket-list-of-traveloholic-by.html" target="_blank">http://sankshvet.blogspot.in/2014/06/giveaway-bucket-list-of-traveloholic-by.html. </a> This made me write about Mumbai. I dont think there is any other city which I dream about over and over again.</div>
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Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02438575687376718470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020511917145882076.post-71851550577877534312014-06-17T02:33:00.000-07:002014-06-17T02:33:28.373-07:00Social Media for Social acceptance or Otherwise?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The perspective of being active on Social media is different for each of us, for few it gets their Bread and Butter.<br />
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I recently took 8days break from the so called Social Media which includes facebook, whatsapp, twitter and so! And Voila! I loved every bit of it. Doesnt mean I stopped socializing, I did but not virtually.<br />
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<a href="https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQcBlJNEL_mNa59i_ylbtAhvjOKLoT6AZsWQ0_L2eFd00liFneqKw" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQcBlJNEL_mNa59i_ylbtAhvjOKLoT6AZsWQ0_L2eFd00liFneqKw" /></a>I went around with Friends for drinks, had a gala time with colleauges, loved the time spent with Family. I did that before too, but this time I dint have to reply to a tweet before clapping when my daughter danced, or send a heart emoticon for a pic at whatsapp while noticing how my husband needed my approval after he dressed up for a date!<br />
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Apart from the real life moments, the social media had taken over my so called Small Joys of life, which included smiling at random kids on road, buying roses for a little girl who pleaded you with a withered rose for 10 bucks or be the interesting conversation with the auto wallah on how stupid everyone on roads are except him. Because during these moments I worried more of people cribbing on twitter, or the silly fwds and quiz on whatsapp.<br />
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I am not saying we should let go of every Social Media to enjoy this, but we need to give these so called Social Media app a break to actually socialize. I never thought I would be advising as I couldnt breathe without whatsapp even for a second, if nothing I would browse through whatsaspp status.<br />
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<a href="https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSUvf619Ke4Pmd3U74K_9OyBPqRFQrkGanZkeBQfkUbMVVR1j3W" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSUvf619Ke4Pmd3U74K_9OyBPqRFQrkGanZkeBQfkUbMVVR1j3W" /></a>I had my own issues to deal of staying away, people assumed they knew my life by reading my updates. The gossip mill and character assassination is common. In the struggle to shut myself out I realized I cherish the life I live whether it goes on social media or not, life is still normal.<br />
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I am hooked to Virtual friends however a break from even them is a welcoming change. Miss them? Call them! People love when you call them instead of whatsapping them, you know them better through voice rather than emoticons.<br />
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So I am game for it. Probably alternate weeks disconnect with Virtual world, make few calls and actually hear people out rather letting so called Social Media letting you socialize!<br />
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Would you try it too?</div>
Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02438575687376718470noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020511917145882076.post-15357073088269731182014-05-25T10:08:00.003-07:002014-05-25T10:08:24.533-07:00Siblings Love...Words just cannot express <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I have written my floating thoughts on men in my Life..However this post is specially dedicated to the pillar of my life..My little brother who is no more the one I envy being loved more by others.<br />
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A vague memory of him is what I have when he was a year old and I was 3. 2yrs difference and I couldnt hate him more for stealing the limelight. I was possessive of everyone around him, but he being the cutest with his curly hair, chubby cheeks and those all time drunk eyes.. Anyone could fall in love with him.<br />
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As a we grew, I knew he was more protective about me than my father. He couldnt tolerate boys looking at me in the park, forget talking to me. he would always hang out with me and my friends, his curiosity, his eagerness on whom I choose for company amused me. My 1st love letter was handed to him by a boy when he was in 5th std..The letter in blood, written in hindi his eyes only had 1 question when he handed it over to me, who is he?? Do u like him?<br />
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Never realized how I became the dependent on him. I was studious, he was smarter, I was emotional, he was practical, I was matured, he was impulsive. My never ending tears always found his arms, My over the top dramas of suicide always saved my his acts. 1 incident was when I gave up on life while I was 11yrs old and started banging head to the pillars of the stairs (Too much influenced by movies), he cooly arranged a note book for each of the pillars and watched while I got frustrated. I gave up after taking out his 11 books around the stairs.<br />
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We have our weirdest stories in lots to quote like above, my favorite being the one I mentioned. He moving to hostel was nothing less dramatic, what changed the equation was when he was back and he realized someone else had taken his duty of protecting me.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB2riAMuZ4WeV-coxiznhyhpK71WVH8y4dzr6I2UvQkpcspU3bXb2RXuFjA-OUnfU1V5fTUJYGdP2Uafjh6HDUsVe9D9RIn-y7wg_SFLrYjYhynItsRn4GKHVnvBzm0FmhKIo6v-JpcEg/s1600/keep-calm-you-re-the-best-brother.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB2riAMuZ4WeV-coxiznhyhpK71WVH8y4dzr6I2UvQkpcspU3bXb2RXuFjA-OUnfU1V5fTUJYGdP2Uafjh6HDUsVe9D9RIn-y7wg_SFLrYjYhynItsRn4GKHVnvBzm0FmhKIo6v-JpcEg/s1600/keep-calm-you-re-the-best-brother.png" height="200" width="171" /></a>Through our walk at wee hours and his KBC kind of questions on the Man in my life. I found that funny, he was 16years old!!! Time flew, I decided to marry, I received his 1st drunk call having my fiance on the other line! He only said "She chose u, ensure she doesnt cry anymore. I will get to you for every tear she sheds". We had our hearty laugh after he disconnected, but never knew he meant every word of it.<br />
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In no time, my little brother who couldnt recollect the name Pav Bhaji, instead preferred them calling Bun with Masala and onion grew to an extent of Being the Man incharge (P.S He still cant say pav bhaji)<br />
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Life doesnt give you a card notifying those precious moments, you just live them. Everyone one of us have a weird relationship with our sibling which we treasure and we have no means of expressing how much we love them. These emotions erupts out of the blue when you realize that life will not give you any more chances to express your love. Say it today, right now and be thankful for everything you had.<br />
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I know he will always be there, when I need him, when I dont need him, but the physical distance will always bother me. Being away from him for miles will make me miss him more.<br />
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He will always be the special Man in my life, he cant be replaced. Today after 15yrs he only called to confirm if I had actually turned blind for those few hours when he had hit my eyes! We will have many situations to clarify through out.. Except those where we had to question our love for each other.<br />
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The only reason why I would wish a younger brother for my daughter is him, its special. No cousin, friend, relative can give it to her.<br />
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Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02438575687376718470noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020511917145882076.post-71745498192752556902014-04-08T02:13:00.001-07:002014-04-08T02:13:54.445-07:00Change...A necessary Evil<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Too many things that currently occupy my mind. I would still regard them as pleasant, I am the one who believes everything happens for a reason and the reason is always good!<br />
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Being married at 23 (22 in my Husband's case), A mother at 26, I dont think I have dreaded the Major changes of life. I infact embrace them with love and affection and cherish every small thing thrown at me.<br />
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<a href="https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQ_G3oYXODLhaCL9JvdhYvAzl57SBm1wq5_D9SqX1aGnzkUJH-S" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQ_G3oYXODLhaCL9JvdhYvAzl57SBm1wq5_D9SqX1aGnzkUJH-S" /></a>The Major 30 syndrome hasn't hit me yet (I am hoping it doesn't ;) ), nevertheless I am actually gearing up for the opportunity to knock for a major change. The joy of 360 degree change in life in terms of career, personal life or change of city also gives you a new perspective of life to look forward for.<br />
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I wonder when people answer my question of "Hows life?" with "Oh its the regular routine, nothing new!" That is something I fear. The routine, the comfort level which you wouldn't want to let go off. The day I feel I am way too comfortable to adopt a change is the day I would need to retire. The best and the worst of life happens when you are young, the rest can wait when you need the stick to walk around.<br />
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The anticipation of a dramatic change gives that adrenaline rush required to live!<br />
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Cheers to Life!</div>
Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02438575687376718470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020511917145882076.post-46631849470412792952014-01-10T01:44:00.001-08:002014-01-10T01:44:28.287-08:00Why have Babies?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Life is so busy watching my daughter grow, never realized it almost an year !<br />
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<a href="https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSuiETjKK52w0WTTTpdeV2rPt9v3EpfvDMjGmKQQEBv-oVhCBWtiA" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSuiETjKK52w0WTTTpdeV2rPt9v3EpfvDMjGmKQQEBv-oVhCBWtiA" /></a>As you are about to hit 30 in couple of years, your discussion with friends over drinks is always around Marriages, Spouse and Kids. I am no different, just that I am the only one among the closely knit friends group to have a baby early in life (Early definition is before 30 according to them)<br />
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I just wait for people to ask me, why have a Baby before 30? I am always ready with a whole explanation! Before you guys assume I am promoting having kids before 30, hold your thoughts!! I am only penning my version of how having a baby changes a couple's life.<br />
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Marrying early has its disadvantages, as a couple you still discovering each other, Actions are quicker than thinking. Young, energetic, fun and yes of course the crazy love in the air syndrome. However, having a baby ensures you see the other side of life! You step into your parents'shoes and start understanding them better.<br />
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<a href="https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR3U9_Ev-H0dGn7uVShQ3YZASJOmgSogOANCeKO-eBDxLtMKYu-" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR3U9_Ev-H0dGn7uVShQ3YZASJOmgSogOANCeKO-eBDxLtMKYu-" /></a>As the angel entered our life from day 1, she did become the apple of our eye. Every thought, decision, discussion was about her. Grocery shopping: which cerelac to order, Mall visits: Where should we shop for her clothes, Movies: Will she be able to sit for 3 hrs? There was hardly any statement made in a day which dint involve her.<br />
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The petty fights over cooking, coming home late or not calling often was replaced by being considerate to each other while one looked after the baby. It was more of "Are you tired? I will look after her, why don't you get some rest? " "Hectic day at work, why not order food, you rest I will place the order" "You look tired, sleep early I will babysit her". The nature of knowing each other better without being vocal about it is what I love of being a parent.<br />
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The focus and importance on the baby is overpowering, the petty differences as a couple just vanishes. Any fight irrespective of the issue is resolved with just a Sorry because something more important is awaiting us.Its just not the baby which grows with time, the couple starts growing up too.<br />
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Over the year, not even once did I regret having our daughter. Instead there is always a smile by default on my face with her mention. Couldn't have asked for more to make my life complete. <br />
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Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02438575687376718470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020511917145882076.post-23305300725518975492013-08-22T04:35:00.002-07:002013-08-22T04:35:57.202-07:00Just the few hrs before motherhood..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Its been ages I sat down to write for the blog. Nevertheless its always better to be late than never.<br />
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February 1st, where I finally decided to let go of the cozy nest which I shared with my husband and instead get into the warm hug of my mother at her place. The idea was just to be on bed rest while I still had a month to relax before I took up the responsibility of being a Mother. God had different plans when I entered the scanning room and Voila..my baby made me realize she is in a hurry to enter this world! It was time I pushed the panic button, called every known doctor to ask if it was fine to get under the knife 30 days prior to the due date. 10 people 100 opinions were thrown at me...I only wanted a healthy kid! Nothing else<br />
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<a href="https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSNxHB7lrvscdgqBUYTz-q4YPwx6orP7BU7Hx-Sy5V1a1jXZhQn1g" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSNxHB7lrvscdgqBUYTz-q4YPwx6orP7BU7Hx-Sy5V1a1jXZhQn1g" /></a>Finally decided to leave it to time under the 24hrs supervision of the Doctors who knows the best. Lying along with couple more women, while they had babies as they walked (Yes, a woman delivered as she walked to the bed!!) I only heard the heartbeats through the instrument plugged into my stomach. And on 3rd 6pm I realized the kid is hardly in the mood to respond to the Mc D burger which I was hogging, definitely not the regular case esp when the kid responded the max for Mc D mayo! It was time I screamed..Doc said I am having contractions and I actually dropped my jaw as I dint realize it until she brought it to my notice.<br />
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Having a weeping Mom beside you and with the Doctors on call at 11pm talking about 'How to convey the news' was scary enough to see my life end. The kid's heartbeat not being echoed from the instrument I just wanted to jump and bring it to life!! Yes, prayed every God, recited all the mantras Grandma had ever taught me over the 27years. I just had a question to self..Can I fail now? I am almost there..Nothing wrong can happen now and yet again to prove me wrong, the woman next to me just lost a kid among the twins inside her, the other kid stayed inside her while its sibling had its last breath. It left me numb! Nature doesnt count how long you have walked in its path..if its the end..You accept it.<br />
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<a href="https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRIHMy6yD8PswSon7JpDW7cjHF8xxX3mnIhkUjpda47Cd2HKoaOEQ" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRIHMy6yD8PswSon7JpDW7cjHF8xxX3mnIhkUjpda47Cd2HKoaOEQ" /></a>The to and fro call to the head of the hospital, the constant reminders of how low the heartbeat is, the feeling of losing the connectivity with the life inside you, I just stayed blank. I wasn't prepared to feed on the do's and don'ts around me..They put me on drips and said lets wait and within 10 mins I got the first kick, I missed it for the last 4hours. I knew it was time, I just got another life when I felt that kick! As soon as I got the heartbeat kicking in, again a 100 calls for do's and don'ts and finally they said 'Lets get your baby out tom morning at 8' Countdown began, the rest of 9hrs is where I had the endless talk with the kid, only request to it was to make it to this beautiful world with a promise of undying love to it.<br />
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As the sun shines, I saw everyone rushing around me, preparing me and there was my Mom who hadn't slept a second, had every god in her prayers, a promise to visit each of them once I have the baby, her red eyes were more hurtful than the pain I went through. 8.30am I got up to get injected to the backbone, lied on the bed, insisted the mind to be blank, watched them cut me through, 9:08 am I heard a baby cry. Was it my baby was the 1st question/thought appeared, Of course I was the only one with a baby in tummy at the operation theater. As they get a baby drenched in blood and doc says 'Here is your baby', I just nod..I wanted to hear more and they said 'Congrats, its a girl' and I knew she was my daughter Sia...The one who brings joy and happiness!<br />
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Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02438575687376718470noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020511917145882076.post-75421464191933736912012-12-26T04:29:00.002-08:002012-12-26T04:29:49.230-08:00Mom at Home.. A Thankless Job<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I always wondered and envied my Mom being a housewife. Everytime I returned from school, she would be there at home, running around the house with very silly To-Do list ranging from folding clothes to dispersing the vessels for wash.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjx3IX3Tf3TsdHp9dQdJ_cDKV_qJ4YtG1aZyPtZJ49FSYQXd4HN09SDP63v0bi9nQNfTZxW0w-kmtybCvaokWYgiw_5dhOFwwvOkK6NmM6qwSHPwvcQSwv5U5-dWlKZXSIV9nmeYP1jEw/s1600/ready.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTUw_Sp0-ZTLJ1YBdLMj5E0Iinu7NhhXJKL2Vt937C-dEf_0Tah4Wf6im7k-4Iem0ZxCR2IRk2LEl69K3NoNcjftpdrfDujcUKUhCzao-qMHAvFXJrSwfJc3QVMnpM4y6p3CcAmvn5YAc/s1600/super+mom.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTUw_Sp0-ZTLJ1YBdLMj5E0Iinu7NhhXJKL2Vt937C-dEf_0Tah4Wf6im7k-4Iem0ZxCR2IRk2LEl69K3NoNcjftpdrfDujcUKUhCzao-qMHAvFXJrSwfJc3QVMnpM4y6p3CcAmvn5YAc/s1600/super+mom.jpeg" /></a>There were weekends where all of us preferred sitting on a couch with Yummy snacks to be prepared by Mom and fighting with siblings for remote. Its during these days, she found time to complaint to us, she would insist we go out, order food and we greatly disappointed her saying its Sunday, a day to kick our shoes and relax with her Yummy food.<br />
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I wondered what made her sad? She had the entire day for herself, after we have left, she had her time to pamper herself, have a quick nap, gossip with neighbours. Instead she cribbed about being a Home-maker which I never understood.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjx3IX3Tf3TsdHp9dQdJ_cDKV_qJ4YtG1aZyPtZJ49FSYQXd4HN09SDP63v0bi9nQNfTZxW0w-kmtybCvaokWYgiw_5dhOFwwvOkK6NmM6qwSHPwvcQSwv5U5-dWlKZXSIV9nmeYP1jEw/s1600/ready.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjx3IX3Tf3TsdHp9dQdJ_cDKV_qJ4YtG1aZyPtZJ49FSYQXd4HN09SDP63v0bi9nQNfTZxW0w-kmtybCvaokWYgiw_5dhOFwwvOkK6NmM6qwSHPwvcQSwv5U5-dWlKZXSIV9nmeYP1jEw/s1600/ready.jpeg" /></a>Today I have donned the Role. Women get offended when you call them Housewife, they prefer to be called a Home Maker. It doesn’t matter to me. What matters is, I understand my Mom now better than ever.<br />
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While working, I never realized the need to run behind the maid, the minor heart aches when she bunked, the clothes which were due for a wash for more than a week, the tiresome thoughts on inventing dishes to make Home Cooked food interesting, the longing for a slight appreciation for the efforts you put in the kitchen to make the evening worthwhile. Now all these which sound silly enough to crib about is what my Agenda is.<br />
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I get up with a little prayer that maid doesn’t bunk, My whole day goes in planning what I need to cook the next meal. Relatives or friewnds bunking at our dwelling, my mind runs on Fast Track mode deciding the menu and checking the ingredients required. In-spite of this, times when you husband turns and ask 'What do you do the entire day?' You are dumbstruck. You cant point out the dusting you did on his computer table, cant notice the towels and napkins you change regularly, the effort of time spent in Kitchen, the time lost while counting the clothes and calculation for the Dhobi, because they all seem minute details which is not explained.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm0_lrB1TAnSGM1bzNeq0Z3AOyDL9Mnai4QQt05JlleVe8ouH0cEpH_IE8SX55_1Npywmg9Jnby8pFaShNo7Hp6oLJlW_i8ugLrvJYgu9uEj8Ogoa2s227Zc9SbpIZwhVRWRE3VE-k5NI/s1600/deserve.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm0_lrB1TAnSGM1bzNeq0Z3AOyDL9Mnai4QQt05JlleVe8ouH0cEpH_IE8SX55_1Npywmg9Jnby8pFaShNo7Hp6oLJlW_i8ugLrvJYgu9uEj8Ogoa2s227Zc9SbpIZwhVRWRE3VE-k5NI/s1600/deserve.jpeg" /></a>Every time I visit my Mom, I just go and hug her and I am thankful she was there when I got back home after a Bad at school/college. Thanking her that she ran to make Fresh Fruit juice when dad came home after tiring day, she never complained of LOP when she had to take care of us when we fell ill.<br />
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Not sure how many have thought about your Mom who has been at home whenever you turn around. If you havent, just pick up your phone, dial your Mom and say she did a great job at which she cant even be promoted, but deserves every appreciation that the Most Hardworking employee deserves. Being a Homemaker is a thankless job..Nothing can cheer it than the love which is given in return!!<br />
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Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02438575687376718470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020511917145882076.post-68407580726300334092012-11-21T06:55:00.001-08:002012-11-21T06:55:42.297-08:00Life.. Always has a new beginning!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It looks like I took a break from everything along with career few months back and then when people started asking about your blog you realize you have missed writing and penning down your thoughts.<br />
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Its true when someone said, Maturity doesnt come with age, in that case I should have matured long back! These 7 months of pregnancy I have started seeing life ina different perspective, lets say boredom and being jobless have contributed to the process big time.<br />
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<a href="https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT4ADQMMlcYz5NKK-oTJpKPy3-Hd11meF0qhb7qh0mntgP-RtQs" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" class="rg_hi uh_hi" data-height="184" data-width="274" height="184" id="rg_hi" src="https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT4ADQMMlcYz5NKK-oTJpKPy3-Hd11meF0qhb7qh0mntgP-RtQs" style="height: 184px; width: 274px;" width="274" /></a>I have my friends who are married now, few discussing relationships, few throwing surprises with their relationships. The bottom line still remains how selfish each one of us are. Every stage we have view to put across which says 'I FEEL'. Infact I have come across people who change opinions faster than chameleon!! Currently I can think of different people about whom I randomly ponder my thoughts over their actions and try justifying their actions rather than being judgemental.<br />
<a href="https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQwBNzUaB80msJgrDi34h_T5asfUCGIAPXz1kBMY-nNVoqA7Wx2" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" class="rg_hi uh_hi" data-height="183" data-width="276" height="183" id="rg_hi" src="https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQwBNzUaB80msJgrDi34h_T5asfUCGIAPXz1kBMY-nNVoqA7Wx2" style="height: 183px; width: 276px;" width="276" /></a><br />
I can recollect when one of my bestie asked, 'You sure you are ready for a kid?' and for a moment I dint know what preparedness it required? She answered it by giving me the budget of upbringing and schools which still gives me nightmares. What effected and stayed with me was the thought about being matured to take care of a kid. Well my mom was 17 when I was born, not that she even knew the Childbirth process and avoided toilet with the fear of baby falling out!! For that matter, I am still proud of the way she brought me up.<br />
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I personally believe, life is not all about planning a phase, its just living a part. Yesterday I played the role of a girl friend, today a wife tomorrow a Mother. None of them were planned. Each part has its pros and cons, being a woman, you always highlight the things or routines you have given up to play the part. But at a given point every woman proves she played her best!<br />
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<a href="https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSyBppaZw0AeLaWJTooN3C9S6O8162uJYvOLDW5YtqYjCNtgC9W" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" class="rg_hi uh_hi" data-height="182" data-width="277" height="182" id="rg_hi" src="https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSyBppaZw0AeLaWJTooN3C9S6O8162uJYvOLDW5YtqYjCNtgC9W" style="height: 182px; width: 277px;" width="277" /></a>Currently when you are all excited about being a Mother, the reality kicks in that its just not a new possession you can flaunt, or a new member with whom you hangout, instead a responsibility that will cling to you forever and will look upto you. Not that I can take a break from it nor divorce or return it! When reality hits it hits big, but I am sure eventually as every woman I will play the best of my part. Yes, I still believe motherhood is the part which I dreamt of when I was 13, I have looked after every cousin from their cerelac days to their homework days and cant wait to have a kid finally. Best part I dont have to return the kid to their parents room after I put it to sleep which I disliked the most while looking after other's babies. 100 Days to go for it and I cheer the fact every time my baby kicks and makes me feel its presence inside me :)</div>
Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02438575687376718470noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5020511917145882076.post-46231357265850381732012-08-09T12:32:00.000-07:002012-08-09T12:32:14.886-07:00Men. . You cant live With or Without!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I have always been partial on writing my thoughts and my views on self and women, Men are an important concept too in Life.<br />
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<a href="https://encrypted-tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQ3QUBsKV-Ch2P-chNpnVNhgqiIPfAYPIIjPF4XhJOz9eMU2Smb" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://encrypted-tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQ3QUBsKV-Ch2P-chNpnVNhgqiIPfAYPIIjPF4XhJOz9eMU2Smb" /></a>I wont go on the version of Feminist and claim how women are better than Men, I feel its beyond that. Every men who walks into our life is always characterized in a relationship but the one who passes through each phase of being a Friend, Mentor, Adviser, Lover, Husband is the one who surpasses all, especially if he doesn't let go off his previous roles in life.<br />
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Thanks to the so called Modernization you get to make Male friends easily, No strings attached but just available at each other's convenience. Irrespective of how we claim to be independent, you will always find peace while you are next to the man you love, the rest of the world blends into the background. Men do not become important only when they are Lovers or Husbands, they gain the most prominent position as a Friend, but in the rush of responsibilities and commitments the essence is lost.<br />
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<a href="https://encrypted-tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQ6tAppe30Dw6xsP9g68md0JAs4E5oYURvnS_VrtWUSYLZHTw9BxQ" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://encrypted-tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQ6tAppe30Dw6xsP9g68md0JAs4E5oYURvnS_VrtWUSYLZHTw9BxQ" /></a>The advantage of having a Man as your best Friend, they can understand better when you break up, listen patiently as they dont understand women to advise them, and when busy they are blunt enough to give you a frank opinion and blame it on slip of tongue.They can never make you feel conscious about your weight, they dont give a damn themselves! They console all the time to say things will get better or instead give dumb enough examples to show how blessed you are instead of X Y Z and best of all they don't go through PMS There are several disadvantages where the misunderstandings creep in but you can always getaway saying ''Its one of those days" and they wouldnt argue.<br />
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The best part when that friend is the one you love, you wouldnt need any more shoulders to cry on. No relationship comes with a Guarantee of eternity and you should never expect it to be. If all things were meant to stay permanently you wouldn't have enjoyed life anyways.<br />
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Men are always the counter part, hence they say they Complete you. Any man for that matter is possessive given any role of life, be it a Father, Brother, Lover, Husband or Friend. They always want to be protective irrespective of how Freedom loving they portray themselves to the world. You just cant live without them! The more you know them, the more you Love them!<br />
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<br /></div>Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02438575687376718470noreply@blogger.com0