Monday, December 26, 2011


There comes a time when you must stand alone.

You must feel confident enough within yourself to follow your own dreams.
You must be willing to make sacrifices.
You must be capable of changing and rearranging your priorities so that your final goal can be achieved.
Sometimes, familiarity and comfort need to be challenged.
There are times when you must take a few extra chances and create your own realities.
Be strong enough to at least try to make your life better.
Be confident enough that you won't settle for a compromise just to get by.
Appreciate yourself by allowing yourself the opportunities to grow, develop, and find your true sense of purpose in this life.
Don't stand in someone else's shadow when it's your sunlight that should lead the way.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Is GOD Partial?? - Story Of Ramesh-1


Appolo hospital 27th Feb 2007,

Aaina was sitting in the corridor of 2nd floor outside SICU. Then some unknown family came near her to console.
With in no time they became close. Both of them shared their stories with each other..

Sharing stories is what every ‘waiting person’ does in hospital.. The stories bring the people close and give the strength to face the fact.. It is something as tho ‘I’m not alone’ feeling you get listening to people around. But this is no way medicine to your problem.

The family had a gold shop in URS Road Mysore. Their younger son Ramesh was looking after the shop as it was there family business. It was a Rajasthani family. Ramesh lived with his parents,brother and sister. Ramesh was the youngest in the family(Approx 21year old).

Months before Ramesh had an accident in which he broke his hand and leg, but later they were fixed by putting rod. He was perfectly fine later.
But that accident was no match to this one..

3rd Feb 2007,

That day afternoon Ramesh was very hungry, so he and his friend headed for lunch. The URS Rd and the nearby areas are usually crowded. They stopped in a traffic signal. As the green light flashed his friend started the bike.. Ramesh was sitting at the back.. As they headed suddenly a Ambulance came from the other side and hit them and went away...............

To Be Continued…………………….

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Magical day....

 “We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they're called memories. Some take us forward, they're called dreams."

A childhood is what anyone wants to remember and my childhood was always with him..

Mom says..

 When he was born, I dint like him, I  feared that all the love, my mom showed on me would become less by his entry in my life.. I showed it on him..  In the hospital, I pinched him on his forehead the first time I saw him…

Later when he was learning to walk, I used to push him every time he stood up with the support.. So every time he stood up to walk, He always looked around to ensuring I’m nowhere near… One day I knocked him so hard tat he had two stitches on his forehead..

He was no less….
My mom used to bang me every time I hit him.. So every time before I do something him, he used to scream hard and cry out loud.. My mom would come running to rescue him, thinking I did something to him…
He used to smile at me when she left.. And that is when Our fight used to start..
We used to fight with pillows, belts, drumsticks, books, and what not.. Used to throw everything we found nearby on one another…

One day my mom was busy and she told me to take him somewhere.. I don’t remember where exactly, probably to the school (he was in pre kg) which was a street next to our home.. That is when the magic happened..

When we both started to walk, with his tiny little hands he caught my finger... At that moment, for the first time, I felt the love for my brother in my heart and felt his trust on me…I was surprised at myself and all the reasons for the fights with him looked silly at that moment.. The jealousy in me had vanished… The feeling was a mixture of love, surprise, and responsibility… I walked ahead like a responsible sister who is supposed to take her bother safely to his school..  

Probably after that day till today I love him as much as I love my mother or probably more then that.. :) 

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Hope :)

“Never let go of hope. One day you will see that it all has finally come together. What you have always wished for has finally come to be. You will look back and laugh at what has passed and you will ask yourself... 'How did I get through all of that?”

What hope means??

Hope is bright shining light which keeps darkness at the bay,
Hope is gentle cold breeze on a hot summer day..

Hope is to remain positive when going gets tough,
hope is seeking more when others think u had enough..

What hope means??

Hope is dreaming of tomorrow,
Hope is simmering under sorrow..

Hope is sparkles when tears in our eyes,
Hope is a beautiful thing & beautiful things never dies..

What hope means??

Hope is as light as a feather,
Hope keeps all of us together..

Hope is ubiquitous and free of cost,
hope is the last thing ever lost.... 

-Vineet Bansal

LIFE ...


Life is what you make of it not what you want it to be.
Life can change in a split second you can do nothing but to just watch.
Life is the wind blows in Whirling way, Life is the winter and Life is spring
Life is all living in hope, Life is Life because of Hope..

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Quick Vegetable Pulao


1 cup Rice (Chawal)
2 cup Water
200 gms Cauliflower (Phool gobi) Florets
2 small Potato (Aloo)
1/2 cup fresh Peas (Matar)
1 large Onion (Pyaj)
3-4 black Cardamoms (Elaichi)
1/2 tsp Red chilli (Lal Mirchi) Powder
1 x 1 inch Cinnamon (Tuj/Dalchini)
2-4 Cloves (Lavang)
4 tblsp Oil
1 tsp Salt (Namak)

How to make quick vegetable pulao:
  • Wash and soak the rice for 1 hour, drain and keep aside.
  • Slice the onion finely and chop the potatoes into small pieces.
  • Heat oil in a pan and fry the onions till golden brown, add all the vegetables, cinnamon, cloves and cardamoms.
  • Saute for 2-3 minutes, add little water and cook till the potatoes and peas are half cooked.
  • Then add the drained rice, salt and red chilli powder.
  • Mix well.
  • Add 2 cups of water and boil.
  • When the water starts boiling, reduce the flame and cover and cook till the rice is done.

Quick Kheer


500 ml Milk (Doodh)
250 gms Rice (Chawal)
200 gms Sugar (Cheeni)
50 gms Ghee
3 tblsp chopped Nuts

How to make quick kheer:
  • Pick and wash the rice.
  • Soak in water for 30 minutes.
  • Drain completely.
  • Melt the ghee in a pan, add the drained rice and saute for 5-7 minutes on a medium flame.
  • add the milk and cook on a low flame till the milk is reduced to 3/4th its original quantity.
  • Add the sugar and simmer further till the milk is reduced to half its original quantity.
  • Garnish with nuts.

Thursday, April 28, 2011


I was in 7th std..

That day was in the month of July.. I remember that because just few days before the day was my Birthday and I had left my long hair open, (Birthdays are the only days on which we had a freedom to wear any dress and have any hair style of our choice in school).. I had got a bunch of complements for my long hair.. I had hairs till my knees.

But, I never understood why people think long hairs are a gift.. Every day morning was a new drama at home when mom used to tie my hair, removing the knots in the hair was a hurdle for my mother and ail to me… It took long time to clean my hair and dry them on every Sunday. In my karate classes my opponents used to grab my hair to fight me off in ‘sparring’(the fights in karate). Oh! I hated that..  If you deal with kids, or crowds, you might want to avoid long hair which can be used against you. Every time in the Giant wheel ride I feared that my hair would get struck and I would become bald or would even die.. Tho I loved the Giant wheel ride, opted for it very rarely..

 Oh! So many thing to face in that small age.. God! I hated my hair from the core of my heart.

Both my father and mother knew my pain and always wanted me to have a haircut..  But my grandmother (dads mom) was my villain in those days.. She loved my hair and was against me in the war of my haircut.. So my dad and mom were helpless in the war..

Ek idea badal de zindage :) So true.. It was my mother’s sister who was my angel here.. She told me to take a seizer and cut my hair myself.. What would happen max?? My parents would scold me?? Beat me?? What more?? Then they would get back to normal.. But look at the positive side in it?? I would come out of the biggest suffering of my life…

It took two days to prepare myself for the win in my war.. Grandmother was in home town, dad was on office tour..  It was only me bro and mom at home.. It was perfect time.. I decided the next morning would be the idol time for me to implement my plan..

That day I was getting ready for school..  Auto had came to pick me.. We were supposed to tie two plates with red ribbon to school.. My mom had finished tying one plate; I kept seizers next to me before mom started tying my hair… When she was half done, I took the seizers next to me and cut my hair to my shoulders in one cut…  

My mom dint understood anything, she just looked at me blank for sometime.. The auto was horning, it was time to school.. My brother was staring at me..
I had completed my mission successfully…:)

Saturday, April 16, 2011

A small boy in Mysore Exhibition....


B_ _ _ _ _ _ Deepa [no comments abt d blank] my school mate, my class mate, my section mate, my bench mate, my teacher,my guide, my philosopher, my adviser, n n n my best of best friend... :)

I 1st met dis gl ,19yrs ago in a watchman room of DFRL, when v both 6yr old kids ver waiting 4r interview [c r interview started at d age of 6 ;)] 4 a seat in KV Mysore..
Both of us still remember tat day, ven she was in a skirt n t-shirt n me in my ckc uniform, accompanied by r mothers.. both looking at each i ont say more ;)

Of course v had 2get selected n become class meats.. :p

I really miss al d fun of school days wit her.. R last bench masti's [since 1st std v r last benchers], no reason long long laughter [v used 2fal on ground n laugh til tears come out of r eyes n tat to 4 no reason], r dealings n pangals wit ppl.. I really miss every every every single moment spent with her...

V both were d naughtiest gals of 'B'-section n d most popular gals in school. :)

Both of us used to get scolding everyday by r parents coz v used 2 mak holes (using compass n divider) in r water bottle caps n spray water at every1 in school which was r most common tim pas in last 2 periods of school. ( this was NOT in primary, it was in r 9th n 10th! ;))

R fun is silly, standard, funny..ppl need brains n humour 2 understand ;)
Enjoyment n Deepa r directly proportional 2 each other :p

As of 2day, Deepa is a part of my life… d 1st name tat comes 2 my mind 4 d word FRIEND..
My hangout partner(al d theaters, pizza places, px n ccd's of mys r living evidence of r friendship… esp, the pizza corner near hardinge circle is r adda ;))

I wish n I know tat v’l be friends for ever n ever n ever till death do us apart… oops, no no even after death v’l meat in jannat (I know by hook or cook v’l go to heaven;))

I wishing her al d rocking fun in d world!! :)

4 ppl who no Deepa less.. here r some cautions n tips 2handel her :--

Reason:If u do so,u 'l not b alive again 2cal any name.. ;)

[If shes going off on any transfer or study or any thing].
Note:This condition is only 4 Mysore friends.
Reason:No point in send off,coz she 'l be back 2 mysore any ver she goes..
5th std she went 2 South Korea n was back in 7th.
10th end went 2 Guwahati n was back in 12th.
Now in Davangere 4BE 'l come back after dis sem.
So party or gift is a waste ;) Its not tat easy 2 get rid off her u no[c I'm trying since 15yrs ;) :D]

3:CALL HER GENIUS when ever u want any work 4m her.
Reason: She 'll be happy n ur work 'l be done better n faster.[thoda sa jhoot chaltha hai ;)]

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