Celebrating life with Bruno

Happiness and celebrations are priceless commodities that cannot be purchased from
 the market.
Yet they find a way to trickle into our lives like a fresh stream of water. No window
or door can stop them neither can a invite sign outside our home coax it to enter our
homes and our lives.
 For me its not about the big festivals that bring me joy its my pet dog Bruno. The moment
I enter the porch I can hear him barking and welcoming me home.As soon as I enter
 the front door he comes running towards me wagging its tail and when I bend down to cuddle it
then Mr Bruno begins to lick my hands and my face. This is his way of welcoming and greeting me.
 I can feel his love in the cuddle and then when I sit to watch TV it would come and
snuggle down  near me and keeps his head on my foot. He has a great sense of timing
.He has a number of play toys but the rubber bone that once used to be his soother
that he used to bite into when he was getting his teeth, the green tennis ball and
a red Frisbee are his favorites. Whenever his play time approaches he would pick
one of the toys that he fancies on that day and then brings it to me with the toy
 caught in its mouth. This is the indication that it’s the time of the day when I am supposed
to take it out and play with him in the garden.
If I do not take instant action of immediately getting up and take him to the park
them he would leave the toy and gently rub his burly head against my feet to get my attention.
 I find this gesture of his  full of love and affection and it makes me immediately very happy.
When I finally take him to the park its my job to throw the toy as far as possible and then it would run and fetch it for me.
 He does that in return for a cuddle and hug that he gets on each successful completion of the mission of retrieving the toy.
This activity not just strengthens our bond of friendship but also provides us moments to celebrate our life together.
There are days when I am away for work or out of town and when I return he would jump over me and start licking my face or keep going in circles wagging its tail. He makes me feel so important and loved and this love calls for a celebration in which we revel every day.

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Dil ki deal to save two lives

My best friend was my next door neighbor. We were friends since our childhood. We shared the same likes and dislikes. Our tastes in books were the same and we often shared our favorite books with each other. Both of us loved to watch romantic movies and also were fans of the same hero. It was our daily routine to meet in the evenings and discuss the day’s happenings. Whenever my mother made our favorite dish I would go to her place and shared it with her. She also did the same. My best friend was about to get married and we friends were very happy about it. I was to be with her in all the preparations and celebrations. Right from the selection of the card to deciding the menu I was part of the entire process and why not I had been her best friend for so long that we were more like sisters. We spent most of our time together and depended on each other for almost every thing. We had a pact amongst us that we would not get married without each other attending the function. Who ever got married first would need the other to be by her side all along the preparation and celebrations.
As my best friend was getting married first it was my responsibility to be part of the celebrations and preparations. I had been super excited by the prospects of my best friend marriage who was more like my sister then just being my best  friend. The wedding ceremony for her was to be the next evening and was arranged at a farm house that was outside the city. I had been supervising the decoration, lighting and all other preparations. She and the family were to come there only in the evening. By afternoon it began to rain but we had nothing to worry about as our venue was fully covered with waterproof tents. We even had a covered area to accommodate any extra guests. I had made all the preparations and was waiting for my friend and her family to arrive at the venue. Suddenly the wife of the Gardner went into labor. I was the only woman around and by chance my car was the only motorized vehicle around. I was in a fix. On one hand was the wedding of my best friend who was more of a sister than a friend and on the other side were two lives at stake one that of a pregnant women and other that of the unborn child. It was time to make a choice and I had to make a big decision. I chose to drive the woman to a hospital which was several kilometers away. It was a long slow drive for me but I was able to take the pregnant women there safely and she delivered a healthy baby girl. I missed most of the wedding and by the time I came back my best friend was about to go to her new home. I thought that she would be angry with me but she was not she understood and supported my decision. That day I had made a dil ki deal that had saved two lives.

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Dil ki deal to help the needy

We are a group of five friends. We have all been the best of friends since our school days. We stayed in the same colony. We also played games together. We regularly organized cricket matches with boys of different colonies. We usually kept these matches on a Sunday as it was a holiday. We used to have lots of fun in these matches the dress code was strictly white. The two teams stood in two rows and greeted each other. The two umpires were two elderly uncles from both the colonies. The batsman   then walked on to the field twirling his bat with style while the bowler stood ready to bowl in his first ball of the innings. Those Sundays were the most memorable ones in our lives We had been in the practice of hanging out together and going out for movies picnics and long drives. This practice of ours continued even after school but then we moved on in our lives and moved to different cities. We never wanted to drift apart so kept in touch with each other over chat and mobile calls. We made it a point to meet at least once a year and go together for a holiday. This holiday used to be the most awaited event of the year for us and we all looked forward to it. We followed this practice to coincide this reunion with the birthday of any one of the member of the group by rotation. This way it used to be a grand birthday celebration for that person. That particular year the reunion was about to coincide with my birthday and I was really excited about it.  I had made special plans for my birthday and chalked out the itinerary too. As my friends arrived one by one the celebration for my birthday began to roll in. Everyone was very excited as we were meeting after such a long time that it seemed that we are meeting after eternity. We had decided to go to a hill station by road. As we started our journey our merry making reached a high pitch as we sang songs and made merry pulling each others legs, everyone was having a good time. As we passed through a village we were greeted by a desolate village.  We were struck by the silence of the village. The entire population of the village had started living in make shift camps as their homes were ravaged due to a recent storm. Even the sole water well that was the source of water for them had collapsed and had become unusable. It was a sad sight to see so many people having lost their homes. As we were about to move out of the village something stopped me. I felt I could not go and celebrate my birthday party when so many people are living without roofs over their head or without proper drinking water. I felt the compelling need to do something for them. We pooled whatever money we could and gave it to the villagers so that they could get the village well repaired and arrange for the food. This was my dil ki deal that I made to do my bit for those in need

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In support of #IamWashiqur and every single blogger of this world

What does a blogger want?
I ask this question to all my blogging fraternity.
For me it is access to my personal space and the right to express myself without the fear of any bodily harm or intimidation to myself or my family.
When I say this my thoughts go to Washiqur Rahman and before him it was Avijit who were so brutally in the most inhuman way.
My question is that man and human society gave up barbaric lifestyle many centuries ago. In the present times freedom of speech and expression are believed to be fundamental expressions. However such brutal incidents raise a question such as are we living in a civilized society?
Through this post of mine I extend my support to the families of the slain bloggers and salute the indomitable spirit of every blogger and freedom loving person

Relocating and conquering Mountains

I had been a fairly good student ever since my childhood. My parents felt that I was gifted and intelligent. I never had to struggle to complete my syllabus or pass my exams. I was a happy go lucky person who took life as it came. This way I could enjoy the sports and music classes that I loved the most. Dramatics period set my aspirations soaring as I would practice my lines on the stage. Life was going as usual when my father got the news that he had been transferred to a new city. To tell the truth I had mixed feelings associated with this news. I had been studying in a Hindi Medium school and there in the new city admission was available in an English medium school. It was a very big and important decision for me. I realized that this can be a make or break decision for me. For my father it was the choice to choose a job responsibility in a bigger role in a bigger city. On the other hand he had my future in mind. I had a lengthy discussion with him and then we arrived at the decision that at some point in my life I would have to make the move to switch streams or switch to English medium. Then why not now? He felt that studying in a new city and bigger school would widen my perspective and horizon. So I agreed to move to the new city ,relocate and #StartANewLife.
Initially everything seemed quite new and unfamiliar. My father and mother got accustomed to the new city . I found the new school and academic environment challenging to begin with. Then I began to make new friends and my class teacher started mentoring me and guiding me in adjusting to the new environment. I started studying with a new found focus that I had lacked until this point in life. As I was a year away from my board exams this new found focus and vigor came at a very opportune time. For every student the board exams are like the final of a big tournament. For me I was beginning to peak and find form right before the final of a big game of life. This was a big positive for me that helped me accomplish a task that seemed almost impossible to do. The risk of moving to a new city and the opportunity to #StartANewLife had paid off. So the next year when I gave the board exams I had no difficulty in attempting the papers in the English medium. When the results came I passed with very good marks and got the subjects of my choice. Looking back I feel had I not only conquered a big mountain and overcome all the obstacles but learned the skill to negotiate all the challenges that would come in my life ahead.

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When hope and Optimism came knocking

When I joined the first year of college I found everything to be new . The new course was difficult and difficult to comprehend. Keeping pace with the theory classes and practical’s was a very difficult task. If I worked hard on my theory classes I found no time left to complete the practical classes notes. Attempting to complete the practical notes I found it to be very difficult to revise my theory notes. Though I had faced and overcome academic challenges in my life before but these college studies were different. I had never experienced such tough times. I found myself surrounded by thick hard bound books and before I could finish reading one another one was staring at me waiting for its turn to be read. It was like a relay race and I was getting slower and the fatigue was taking its toll. I started feeling low and did not know how I would pass my term exams. Even my confidence took a dip. Now a days when I looked at myself in the mirror. I found a stooping ,burdened with load girl staring at me. Was it really me I wondered if I could do anything to improve my performance. However what ever I did it did not improve my performance. I was losing my concentration and my attention span was diminishing. Then one day when I reached home I found my elder cousin sister waiting for me in my room . She reciprocated my greetings and hugged me lovingly. She was surprised and worried at my condition. She tried to cheer me up but with little success. Then she thought of a plan to help me overcome my situation. She introduced me to a friend of hers who had passed out of the same course as me just a year ago . This friend of hers called Sudha had a very pleasant and cheerful disposition. She told me that when she had joined the course then even she had felt the course to be very difficult due to its vast syllabus. Hearing these words from her came as a pleasant surprise for me as she was the gold medalist in the college in the very course that I was undertaking. I found her talk very riveting. She was so helpful that she even agreed to help me in my studies. The best part is that she had a unique skill to pep you up and fill you with hope and optimism. Along with these positive feelings she also passed on her notes that made my understanding of the subjects very easy. I found that when I was at the lowest point of my life in terms of confidence and esteem. Sudha didi came to me like an angel who not only gave me the tools to help me in my studies and academics but the hope and optimism that she brought in my life came as a life and career saving blessing from god.

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Together we overcame

I had been a fairly decent student in my last school but joining a new school was an all together new experience. I had been studying in a Hindi medium school until now and the move to a English medium was a very big hurdle for me. Even though I could both write and read English so that was not a problem. It’s the other subjects that bothered me. The jump from Hindi to a English medium school is a very big change for any student. So in this new school I found myself surrounded by a new set of batch mates  and  subjects which appeared alien. This new system of studies was very different to understand and comprehend. I was clearly at a loss during all the classes and found it very difficult to complete the home work. My teachers saw this as lack of interest and initiative and labelled me as a back bencher. It felt very insulting and I did not know what to do. However hard I tried to study I failed. Day by day I was losing my sleep and appetite and even my health began to show signs of the strain and I started looking very pale and sickly. My parents also got very concerned. Then one day my class teacher who was considered to be very strict called me to the staff room . She asked me very lovingly what the matter was and what was bothering me and why my grades were suffering. I told her everything. She was silent for a while lost in her thoughts and then she said we can workout a solution for you. She said since she was a maths and science teacher She would be able to help me in these subjects. She offered to give me two hours everyday after school so that I could clear my doubts and she would help me in my transition from a Hindi to an English medium school. Unlike her strict exterior which she maintained in class I found her to be very understanding and receptive. She would help me understand the basics of the subjects and clear my doubts. She helped me create shortcuts to understand and remember the formulas. With quite a bit of hard work my grades began to improve and I was no longer considered a back bencher in this school. I found her to be a great inspiration who always gave me the hope that I can get good marks in all subjects.  With this renewed optimism my self esteem and confidence began to improve and I started loving studying hard and intelligently. She became my favorite teacher and books my best friend. It was thanks to the time spent #together with my class teacher that helped me find a warm helpful person and a mentor who guided me to discover and bring out my inner potential and strength.  

#together

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