tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70415236316113040572024-03-06T02:59:10.542+05:30My World through my spectacled eyes.NBosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08118661184736647512noreply@blogger.comBlogger131125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041523631611304057.post-61485209595857189902013-06-05T21:16:00.000+05:302013-06-05T21:16:07.411+05:30Spare the rod, spoil the child<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">This post was originally published in <a href="http://www.parentous.com/2013/05/08/spare-the-rod-spoil-the-child-instilling-discipline-in-children/" target="_blank">Parentous</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Droid Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">In Indian context, all of us must have heard this saying </span></span><b style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">‘Spare the rod, spoil the child’</b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Droid Sans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;"> which denotes that hitting children in the garb of disciplining them has to be an integral part of parenting. But is it mandatory to equalize discipline with physical punishment to make it more effective? I would like to disagree here.</span></span></span></div>
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First of all, I fail to understand how anyone can live with the feeling of inflicting pain on anyone else, esp. on small kids. That day, while shopping I came across a couple with their kid of 5-6 years. The kid was absolutely a brat who was creating ruckus in that store. The father was behaving like a stranger while the kid was throwing tantrums to his mother.</div>
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The hassled mom slapped the child and twisted his nose hard while asking him to behave properly. <span class="pullquote" style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">The kid screamed in pain and a loud meltdown happened making the matter worse</span>. I almost felt like snatching the kid from her grip. I understand that she might be beleaguered enough but that does not authorize her to behave so violently with her own child.</div>
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Instilling discipline in any child’s life & behavior is surely an art. The most imperative factor is being consistent with the discipline regime and your conduct towards it. Hitting a kid to make him/her understand anything might drill the fact in his mind that violence is the only way to get your voice across the other person.</div>
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Another important aspect is treating the child as an individual instead of someone of lower level in the authority tree. Respect their feelings and mood swings. Applying this concept is quite hard with toddlers as you have to exhibit lot of patience to understand their mind & vocabulary. But <span class="pullquote" style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">once they can understand that you are there to listen to them patiently, they also tend to listen to you more</span>.</div>
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Treat them in the same manner as you would like others to treat you if are not showcasing the desired behavior. Make them feel responsible and wanted instead of treating them as pain in the neck. My two-year old grew some fascination lately with her shoes and insisted on wearing them all the time (might be she was symbolizing it with going out!!). She would climb up the beds & sofas with her shoes on. More I tried to tell her to take off the shoes, more adamant she became.</div>
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I even tried to keep a pair of clean shoes especially for home but it didn't work. So, I devised a plan. I showed her how I am keeping my shoes in the shoe-rack while my spouse applauded the act. Bingo… it worked. Now, the moment she comes back from outside, she takes off her shoes and place it in the shoe-rack, though she insists that someone should be there to clap for her!!!.</div>
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Consistency in our behavior while disciplining, also includes that other members of the family also align to the same page. <span class="pullquote" style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">The child should not get confusing signals from different approach of different elders on the same topic</span>. Following the consensus can actually reinforce the desired behavior in small kids who learn mostly being into repetition mode.</div>
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Avoid confusing the child by tightening the noose around their nose one fine morning with the discipline schedule. The change cannot happen overnight. So, if you want your child to behave well in family functions or some birthday party, try incorporating the desired behavior at home as well.</div>
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Also, do not give in to tantrums. I know, it is quite difficult and embarrassing when you are in public places but <span class="pullquote" style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">if you fall in to this trap once, then the child would be smart enough to use this tactics next time as well</span>. I choose to ignore my kid’s tantrum completely and continue with my chores if she is rolling on floor or shrieking her lungs out. After some time when she pacifies a bit, I firmly tell her she has to stop howling and reason her out why her demand cannot be fulfilled.</div>
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It works sometimes while there are other times when she continues her meltdown. I know many of my friends and relatives with kids of 2-10 years of age, who hit their kids occasionally at times when they can’t take the tantrums any more. But, I haven’t noticed any significant changes in their kid’s behavior because of this spanking. So, why to humiliate our child publicly or scare him/her with slaps?</div>
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Concluding the post, I can say that keep the discipline routine positive. Reinforce good manners & behavior by appreciation but never resort to bribe. And, above all always remember your kids observe your behavior too closely and tend to replicate the same. <span class="pullquote" style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Incorporate the changes in your life which you want to implant in your child’s behavior</span>. It would require a lot of patience & repetition. You may get instigated to raise your hands on the kids but always think about the embarrassment & fear element from the child’s perspective. Sometimes using the rod might spoil the child. Think about it!</div>
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NBosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08118661184736647512noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041523631611304057.post-43872918060831890512013-06-04T01:13:00.001+05:302013-06-04T14:36:25.870+05:30Yeh Jawani Hai Deewani Collection @Jabong.com - Review<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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NBosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08118661184736647512noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041523631611304057.post-74413703622652153152013-06-03T15:12:00.001+05:302013-06-03T15:12:46.210+05:30June Photo A Day - Day 2, A Moment<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>A Moment:</b> A moment when my toddler wanted me to sit on that decorated chair meant for newly wed couple in my sister's wedding.</span><br />
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NBosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08118661184736647512noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041523631611304057.post-48588615481521193032013-06-02T15:01:00.000+05:302013-06-02T15:01:21.300+05:30June Photo A Day - Day 1, B is For..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">B is for...Birthday. 1st of June is my daughter's birthday. This year she joined the bandwagon of terrible - terrific two club.</span></div>
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I won't sound clichéd by saying 'Time flies'...with YOU in our life, time moved on to unfold a new phase at every turn. We witnessed the drastic changes in our life with YOU as center of attraction. A carefree DINK couple evolved as sensible parents in these last two years under your supervision. </div>
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Happy Birthday Ishaani (Mishti) ...Stay blessed, Stay healthy, Stay Happy, Stay Safe....Love U Ms.Naughty Chatterbox</div>
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NBosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08118661184736647512noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041523631611304057.post-8637257211630210722013-05-30T00:40:00.004+05:302013-05-30T00:40:56.725+05:30Wish someone took care of those warning signs timely...!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Those warning signs were popping their head since long. But
nobody took them seriously. Most of the times it was brushed aside by terming
it as ‘ladakpan ka josh’!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">No one actually remembers when it all started…or maybe it
was there since his birth. He was quite young when he hit his sister just
because she refused to take his orders. <i>‘How can she say No to me…I am her
brother…she is just a girl!’</i> a voice inside him thundered. His family members
also took his side and punished that girl for bothering her brother. This first
warning sign went unnoticed and in a way this incident established his
superiority of male gender in his mind.</span></div>
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complaints came from neighborhood families about his harassing vulgar behavior
and obscene gestures towards their daughters. His family members fought with
the neighbors defending him. <i>‘How can they blame our apple of the eye….those
girls must be loose in character’</i>, his father shouted. His mother and
grandmother confirmed that those girls are a disgrace to society as they wear
jeans occasionally. <i>‘Boys will be boys ..Right’!!</i> Again this warning sign was
also never taken care of.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">He always witnessed his mother getting beaten up by his
father on petty issues. But, no one in his family ever interfered. He grew up
learning that women folk need to be taken control of, and if required violence
is necessary to make them toe the line. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">After few years, he saw a girl whom he proposed after
stalking & passing crude comments. He felt he was in love with her. But
surprisingly, she seemed not interested in him. <i>‘How can she say No to me…I am
obliging her by showering my love on her…she is just a girl!’ </i>his mind ranted. She
needs to learn a lesson. He abducted her with the help of few friends and raped
her. <i>‘Now she would know what a MAN I am’</i>. The girl’s father complained to the
local Panchayat. The Panchayat and other villagers were astonished by the
shamelessness of that father. <i>‘He is making a public farce of his daughter’s
rape….ladki ki izzat to gayi!!’</i> the Sarpanch (head of Panchayat) commented.
Anyway, they have to take a decision. So, they ordered that girl to get married
to that boy (her rapist). ‘<i>She is already impure now...Who would marry her…at
least this boy is decent enough to forgive her for complaining against him and
marry her!’</i> Another big warning sign was twisted to act in his favor. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">His married life was similar to that of thousands other
couples of this country where domestic violence and tolerating it was a part of
fulfilling their marriage vows. He even hit his wife the day after their
daughter was born. <i>‘She deserves to be punished because of her faulty womb
which produces a girl’</i>. All the family members’ supported him in his barbaric
act. By now, his fire of confidence has been fueled enough as he came out of
all these incidents unscarred nonchalantly.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Then one winter night, while driving back from his work on
the chartered bus, he saw another girl walking with her friend and seeking
public transport. <i>‘Ohh these city girls, how can they walk at this hour of the
day out in streets’</i>, He thought while hatching a heinous crime in his mind. <i>‘She
seems to be asking for it….She needs to be taught a lesson!!’</i> He did not bat an eyelid to commit the odious
felony with his bunch of friends by violating that girl’s physical as well as
psychological space. The aftermath of this incident was astonishing …at least
to the rapists. Whole country came out in the streets to protest against the
barbaric act they committed that night. They demanded for his death sentence.
He was confused….. <i>'I never did anything unusual this time, I am the same person
who treated female clan in this way throughout my life…then what is new today?
Why are they overreacting?’</i> He pondered behind the prison bars.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Do we still need the moral of this story? This story is
though fictitious with strong resemblance to many individuals of our country
who are brought up and conditioned to treat the women in this manner. They are
a product of rotten mindset which still prays for male child to be born in
their family, who still treat female members of family as the B-grade citizen.
The moral of the story strongly conveys the fact that ignoring or feigning
unawareness to these kinds of warning signs gives birth to socio-psychological
criminals who can rob the humanity of its robe.</span></div>
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NBosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08118661184736647512noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041523631611304057.post-2030177254642411222013-05-17T01:08:00.002+05:302013-05-17T01:08:55.839+05:30If it has been there those days...!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>Dadu! You again landed up with a fracture!</i>...my shriek
almost gave another heart attack to the cardiac patients admitted in the
adjacent Cardiology ward. I was standing near the hospital bed where my
grandfather was lying with a Plaster cast across his right foot.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">‘<i>Oh! These hospital people were missing me…so I had to visit
them’</i> Dadu replied nonchalantly.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So, what’s the current count now? 18 or 19? The sarcasm in
my voice was evident.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>'This is my 19<sup>th</sup> fracture, but this is a minor
one, only a hair-line crack on my toe' </i>I would not have believed him if I had
not known his case-history. He was suffering from acute osteoporosis. Thus,
even a small knock or twist resulted fracture of his brittle bones. This
deficiency developed in later part of his life and even multiple shots of
external calcium supplement didn’t helped to improve the calcium count of his
bones. He first broke his bone in the year 1967 when he was still working with
Defence Accounts Department of Central Government. That accident changed his whole
life. He fell down in a slippery part of his bathroom and broke his left femur
bone. Those days, in a small town like Allahabad the medical amenities were too
rickety. The government hospitals expressed their inability to procure an
orthopedic within stipulated number of days so Dadu has to rush to a private
nursing home which claimed of providing orthopedic help to the distressed
patients.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">That femur fracture required a surgery. However, that
hospital very neatly botched up the whole procedure. His bone was wrongly
assembled which resulted in shortening of his left foot by 1.5 inches. Yeah…he
was never able to walk straight after that! They did couple of rectifying
surgeries after this mess but it was futile. Not only that he was crippled for
lifetime but few of the nerves of his leg also got affected. Thus the blood
supply to that particular limb was also weakened. Not only the hospital messed
up the surgical part but they also failed to provide a decent post-surgery
support. While his stay in hospital, his family members noticed a small boil on
his left ankle. It was brought into the visiting doctor’s notice but they never
paid much heed to it. That boil remained there for few months and after that
opened up as a wound. However, this was not a simple wound. It refused to get
heeled because of lack of blood supply to that part. So, Dadu has to carry that
wound on his body which sometimes reduced in size but never heeled completely
for rest of his life except once, i.e. next thirty five years!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The only time the wound was completely cured by the help of
a bit advanced technology, i.e. skin grafting. A sample of skin was pitched
from his thigh muscles (donor area) and placed on the open wound part of his
ankle. This procedure was done in early nineties when modern & advanced
healthcare facilities have started knocking the door of common man of India. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Modern Day Healthcare has indeed arrived as a boon to the
mankind. The advanced medicines & vaccinations, diagnostic tests with the
aid of superior machines, Hi-tech surgeries, all these factors has elevated the
chances of human race to live a aware, healthy and fit life. Today, whenever I
come across any news, article, post about the modern healthcare amenities like
<a href="http://www.apollohospitals.com/cutting-edge.php" target="_blank">this</a>, my heart squirms in pain and helplessness for my grandfather who fought an
unyielding battle for three and a half decades. I wish if the present day healthcare
infrastructure would have been there to aid him to recoup from a bungled up
fracture treatment, the precious thirty five years of his life would have been
so different. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Fortunately Mishti's fascination with books is still intact and recently she has discovered the fun of scribbling around with pen, pencil, chalk whichever comes handy. Initially I had a hard time explaining her that she is not supposed to write on walls, furniture, bed sheets and all over her body. But, she understood somehow and stopped her drawings on anything other than paper. But, you see the tricky part is not over. She would keep scribbling on books ( mine & her), news paper, any random letter apart from her designated drawing book. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> I tried explaining her with lots of random reasons to prevent her from doodling on books. I am not sure what actually worked but she has now limited this activity.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">One morning she came to me with the book I was reading that time ( Those Pricey Thakur Girls by Anuja Chauhan). I had won this copy in a facebook contest organized by the publishers. She was shouting while rolling her eyes ' Mamma, Kaano Kaano ( she wanted to say 'keno' which means 'why' in Bengali)'. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I was surprised but then a big smile flashed on my face when I deciphered the reason. Mishti was showing me the first page where the author has given her autograph ( It was an autographed copy sent to the winners of that contest) and was questioning me assuming I had scribbled on that book!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">See, my mother has already found her replica who can assume her authority in her absence!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">We got her hair shaved for the first time a month back. So, whenever anybody mentions her about her hair, she would promptly reply 'Aannkal', 'Zzzuuuuzzuuuu', 'Toffee', 'Thangtu'!!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">This is actually her shortened version of the whole hair cutting procedure. If you are still not able to make it then let me explain. An Uncle( Aannkal) cut her hair with a machine which made sound -Zzzuuuuzzuuuu. After that she was given 'toffee' by him and she said a sweet Thank You ( Thangtu)!! Now you get it!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She tries her best to recite many nursery rhymes but we are able to make out only a word or so. 'Tinkle Tinkle lili starrrr (Twinkle-Twinkle)', ' Baba Bashir ( Baa Baa Black Sheep)' and 'Hunty Dunty ( Humpty-Dumpty)' are the few which we are able to make out a bit but there are lot many which she performs with full action but alas we are not able make anything out of them. So, the best option is applaud loudly after her every pause!! Also, very funnily, she says 'Theek hai - Okay - Bye' after she finishes reciting any rhyme!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I had always been the pain in the neck for my Maa (mother)
in my own ways. It started while she was heavily pregnant with me and I created
ruckus inside her womb from 8<sup>th</sup> month only. She had to brave the labor
pain for almost four days before giving birth to her first born - that’s me. Yes…you
read it correct, FOUR days in severe pain!! Even after my birth I had to send
to neo-natal care immediately as my head was bloated with water and most of the
people who were eagerly waiting outside the labor-room thought me to be a
still-born baby. I heard my birth story almost billion times from all my family
members but somehow was never able to relate with the anxiety and tension surrounded
with the whole anecdote. I actually enjoyed being the central character who
managed to captivate everyone’s attention. But, it seems that destiny has its
own plan and timing for teaching us the lessons of life. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">When I underwent labor pain which fortunately lasted for
only 3 hours, I shuddered at the mere thought that how must have my Maa had
tolerated this acute pain for 96 long hours! My daughter had to be admitted NICU (Nursery-ICU)
for 24 hours just after her birth because of the excessive bilirubin count
(jaundice). I cried and stayed awake for the whole night. Needless to mention here
that how I felt like an ungrateful slime ball who never appreciated her mother.
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I had been selfish enough throughout the first twenty-five
years of my life when I really took her for granted. I rarely cherished her mundane
errands which kept her busy the whole day. I understood their significance when
I lived alone in another city for my job. The realization part amplified once I
got married and had to handle a household of my own. All those chores which she took care and I thought them as automated ones danced like devil in front of my
eyes. I wished secretly so many times to hop into time machine and go back to
those days when I didn’t acknowledge her efforts.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Last year when I suffered from a type of temporary Anosmia (
a medical state when you lose the smelling sense) and felt like a handicap
person by losing one of the important senses of my life. I felt so incomplete. Then I
realized how difficult it was for her to deal with her hearing problem for so
long. She is hearing impaired from one ear since her teenage days. But, she had
been all ears for her kids to that extent that I was not even aware of her
hearing problem for the first decade of my life.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">None of her physical shortcomings created hurdle for her as
she learned to deal with outside chores with same zeal as she participated in
household work. Now, she takes care of the entire bank, post office related jobs,
various bill payments and even filing income tax return. She keeps herself
updated with the national & international news by her regular dosage of
news paper and TV channels.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Today, life comes to a full circle when my toddler sways her
hand and says ‘No’ to her Tiffin while munches happily whatever is there in her daycare
friend’s lunch box. I can understand how she had felt when I compared my lunch
box with my school mates’ box many times. I had been rude to her, acted so
difficult sometimes and now I know that I might have to face the same music few
years down the line.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Thus, I am taking this opportunity to say ‘Thank You Maa’
for all what you have given, all what you have restricted, for whatever you
have taught, whatever you have instilled in my mind to make me the person what I
am today. I now can comprehend what you used to say ‘<b><i><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 115%;">'having a kid is like letting a part of yourself roam outside
your body'’!</span></i></b></span></div>
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NBosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08118661184736647512noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041523631611304057.post-84533811753959469412013-05-12T19:24:00.000+05:302013-05-17T19:35:12.371+05:30Sweet Dreams<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><i><u><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">SWEET DREAMS<o:p></o:p></span></u></i></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Sukanto Ghosh** still remembers those days when he braved the scorching sun while balancing big bags of
ready-made garments & Bengali Taant saree on his Vespa scooter. Even after
visiting almost 8-10 houses of his acquaintances, barely one or two items were
sold and sometimes that too on credit. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">"Dada…This Saree is so lovely, I
want to wear it on Durgasthami…but errr…you can understand this is pre-Durga
Puja month…I would pay the money next month!" <i>But it is a Pre-Durga Puja month for his family as well, Sukanto screamed
in his mind.</i> He also needs the additional money to cover the festive
expenses which comes as the meager profit of his garment business apart from
his limited salary whose major chunk vanishes to pay off the EMI of his
Government flat.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I had known him since long as my
friend’s father but became familiar with him only after my marriage. However,
soon I realized that there is more to his visibly ordinary persona clad in
equally ordinary Kurta-pajama most of the times. During last seven years, I
have always seen him devoted or in better words submerged neck deep in his work
only. Today, his work – his business- his passion has helped him to upgrade his
financial strata to the prosperous class of society. But, it had never been like
this always. He had seen adverse days of his life. Those days…. which forced
him to dream big. He knows how it feels to strangle one’s desires just because
the monetary part is not supportive enough. He can never forget the struggle
which he and his wife faced to provide a decent upbringing to their kids.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Other than the garment business,
he also started creating wall decors made of plaster of Paris. He sold them to
cover up the loss incurred in his garment business. But, that also turned out
to be a flop show. His wife constantly stood beside him in his struggle. She
tried to augment the family income with her singing shows in AIR. Both the
partners left no stones unturned to bring that additional money to their family
which can afford them the small luxuries of life. He slogged himself in extra
shifts in his Telephone set manufacturer company and somehow managed to run
those additional small- time side businesses for years. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Sukanto conceived this idea of
establishing a food joint/sweet shop in those days when neither his means nor
his financial condition actually backed up the plan. It was there as a passionate
dream lying in some corner of his mind. He felt too shy to discuss it with
anyone else in case they mock him. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">While boarding his office bus one
day, he noticed that vacant house standing in the corner of the row. After
observing for many more days, he knew that this is the place where he can
actually shape up his dream venture. But, suddenly he realized that with his
depleted savings and pending financial responsibilities, it is idiotic to even
think of buying that property.However, he still enquired about the owner of
that property. Months passed by but he had no clue how he can initiate his
first step towards his dream. Apart from running on the daily grind of life
countless thoughts remained clouded in his mind. </span></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">"From where can I accumulate the
preliminary capital amount to launch this business? I don’t have any ancestral
property to sell off! If I start this venture, I have to devote all my time in
it…..then what would happen to my job? If I leave my job and this project also
follows the fate of the previous businesses, then how can I come out of that failure?
I have already completed five decades of my life…in late fifties, isn’t it too
late to launch any new business."<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Apprehensions, inhibitions,
uncertainty flooded his mind all the time. But, more he thought about it, more
he was able to relate with his own passion to launch the assignment. He spilled
the beans to his wife who heard him patiently. Like always, she promised her
support and asked him to keep faith in Almighty. <i>But, even God helps those who helps themselves</i>…Sukanto thought in
his mind.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">By the beginning of this 21<sup>st</sup>
century, when technology boom engulfed the telecom sector with the launch of
mobile phones, he knew that his employers would not be able to keep pace with
the changing demand of the market with their redundant thought process and
reluctance to lay their hands on manufacturing of mobile phone handsets. Sukanto
was able to visualize the downfall of his company. "<b><i>This is the time’… his heart yelled…either
now or NEVER!"</i></b> He applied for VRS (Voluntary Retirement Scheme) in a
jiffy. After days of vexing trysts with various valuators ( who evaluated his present house as well as that property
which he wanted to buy), random government officials he somehow managed to
sell-off his own house and buy that particular property which topped in his
wish list.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Now, the actual field research
part boggled his mind. Those who were already established in this business were
not ready to divulge any trade secrets with him<b><i>. "I have to rely on my observing
capacity & hunch feeling only…nobody is helping me with any information"</i></b> Sukanto told his wife. His wife suggested that opening a Sweet shop
specializing in Bengali Sweets in this city of North India might act as the USP
of their business. Soon, he was able to track down some karigars specialized in
making sweets…Bengali sweets.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Within a month he sent out invitation
of the launch of his <b>‘Ghosh Sweets’</b>
to all his relatives, neighbors, friends, critics, enemies. Unsolicited crticism
started pouring in to his household.</span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">"Have you lost your mind!...Starting a business at this age(late
fifties)!You should have invested the retirement amount appropriately in some
mutual funds. The interest amount would have been sufficient for your
family.Have you ever thought how you would repay the loan you have taken for
your elder son’s studies in case this shop falls flat on its face!!Bengali’s are
not shrewd enough to earn profit from a business!!"<o:p></o:p></span></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I saw him in the inauguration
ceremony of his shop.With a serene smile he welcomed all and it seemed that he
had determined to thrust the negativity back with his optimistic approach to
the life. He was well aware of the huge risk he has taken which has almost
bargained his family’s future.But, he was dogged to prove everyone wrong. His
wife took over the administration, supervision and quality control part of the
shop while he ventured out in the market to acquire raw materials and bulk
orders.Almost single-handedly as a unit, both of them worked to establish and
join the bits and pieces of their dream which now does not seem as impractical
as it appeared few years back. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Now, almost a decade has passed
since the establishment was launched. He toiled day & night to develop his
business.Being the cynosure of everyone’s eye his successful business now boasts
of his relentless hard work. Sukanto Ghosh – my Father-in-law live to the fact
that <b>‘Your dreams come true only when you act to turn them into realities</b>!'</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Why we cannot ensure safety to our kids, toddlers &
teenagers?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Why everyday small kids have to face the brutality of monstrous
pedophiles?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">What kind of pleasure
those beasts’ gets by inflicting pain on those tender souls?</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Who would take care of the scars, the wounds which would
remain etched in her mind for her life? </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Why any incident needs to have horrendously atrocious to elicit
our outrage?</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Why I have to feel terrified every time my toddler is out of
my sight?</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">When would the victim blaming stop with the pleas that
accused ‘got carried away’, ‘was staying away from family since long’, ‘never
wanted to rape but the girl provoked her’?</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">When would the victim blaming stop with the excuses that ‘she
was drunk’, ‘she was wearing exposing clothes’, ‘she was asking for it’?</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Why we have to listen to our politician’s bull shit &
mechanical speeches every time after any heinous brutal incident takes place?</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Who defines the time line of judgments in Fast-track courts
of Indian judiciary system – actual how fast they are?</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Why we cannot teach our sons to treat the female clan with equality
and respect the diversity of culture?</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">When would the law enforcers of our country understand their
responsibilities rather than scaring, harassing, passing judgmental remarks and
sometimes even raping the victim?</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Who can be blamed when a rapist slips from the hands of
law-enforcers with the plea of being a juvenile?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I can continue these questions endlessly as there are so
many which are staring at our face, but right now feeling too numb & disgusted
to write a single word more.</span></div>
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NBosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08118661184736647512noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041523631611304057.post-32428570853222228982013-04-25T00:36:00.001+05:302013-04-25T00:36:16.607+05:30V = Virtual World<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Virtual World – this is the place which has been my
breathing window since last few years. Albeit, being a Computer Applications
graduate I was introduced to emails and chatting in late nineties. But, those
days the affordability of internet was a big factor and usage of internet was
through dial-in packs of HCL & other private service providers. I still remember
the initial excitement of checking emails and using Google search. Chipping in
a li’l confession here – I even chatted in chat rooms with anonymous identity!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Then, the fizz
evaporated in next few years but like everyone else I also got introduced to
the virtual socio circle with Orkut. After getting used to posting scraps and
writing testimonials, I found a new addiction in Facebook. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Initially my favorite activity in FB was to search for
various school & college friends with whom I have lost touch in real world
and connecting with them via social media. FB also helped me to bond better
with my n number of cousins. Yeah… I have lots of maternal first cousins whom I
have met only once or twice in real life but our chemistry just clicked like
anything in virtual world. We have a closed group in FB called ‘Bonded with
Love’ and sometime we just chill out while having ‘adda’ via FB.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I also got addicted to various social games that FB offered
and has been a passionate virtual farmer who played Farmville diligently while
waking up in middle of night to harvest crops or feed animals. I even asked my
hubby once to feed the pet dog in my farm while I am at work so that it does
not runs away. I even found many like minded people who played these games and
we traded gifts, fertilizers etc like maniacs. However, I stopped playing it
once my li’l one was born…nevertheless my whole house generally looked like
some farm by then!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">As far as Twitter was concerned, I was quite reluctant to
join it. Actually I was not able to comprehend the basics of Twitter till
lately. However, finally I joined the band wagon. Although being an infrequent
visitor there, I participated in few contest of Twitter. And whoa….I managed to
win one sling bag, one t-shirt, one copy of ‘Those Pricey Thakur Girls by Anuja
Chauhan’ and few vouchers!. But, honestly, I found it very taxing…it literally
kills all your time. So, now I log into my twitter account just to know the
news trends.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Another important aspect of virtual world which is a part of
me now is blogging. I entered the blogging world a couple of years back (I know
it is quite late), after my kid was born. I started as mommy blogger but soon
my blog became a media to vent out my opinions, views & thought on
everything under the sun. I made some good friends in this blogging world. I
know them through their blogs and feel like knowing them since childhood. I
evolved my parenting knowledge through so many parenting blogs and somehow give
them the credit of helping me to bring up a kid in nuclear family setup. This
blogging world gave me the exposure to so many novel aspects of life. When I made
up my mind to participate in this A2Z challenge, I never thought that I can
survive till the end, but now when almost it is nearing end I have started
pondering about how I would miss the enthusiasm. I feel so good to know so many diverse bloggers
through this challenge and hope to keep in touch with them even after this
marathon is over.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So, this is my tryst with virtual world..What about yours?</span></div>
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NBosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08118661184736647512noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041523631611304057.post-46750631578589596712013-04-24T00:50:00.000+05:302013-04-24T11:06:08.285+05:30T & U = Television & Unlimited Regression<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So, here I am, trying my best to return to my blogger self.
I lost the steam since Q and only posted some cheat posts after that. Now as I had
failed to write anything for T so thought of combining it with U. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I am here talking about Daily serials of
Indian Television industry.- ‘Kkkkkk soaps’. Those who are not able to make out
its meaning, I am actually referring to mindless, gaudy, overtly melodramatic
daily soaps of Indian Television. But why…Kkkkk soaps? Well, I am trying to
name this horrible genre of TV soaps with its origin…. How can we forget that
this all had been started by ‘so called’ TV soap queen – Kekta Madam (Don’t you
dare to disintegrate the K from her name!!!).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I am not getting into the details that how & when this
genre changed the face of the TV industry. No. I won’t say that I miss those
weekly TV serials or old Series like Buniyaad, Humlog or anything else similar
to that. Everything has transformed into glossier & more glamorous now a
days so why only blame Television. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">You surf through any Hindi entertainment channel ( why blame
only Hindi, any other regional language channel are also same), and you would
find almost cloned story plots, overdone faces, horrendously kitschy outfits,
loud acting and loads of glycerin. Even though chronologically we are in 21<sup>st</sup>
century but the trash kkk soaps which are aired actually compel you to go back
to some 18<sup>th</sup> or 19<sup>th</sup> century. I observed few different
channels which cemented my belief that they are somehow trying to give us a
ride in time machine.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">A young girl of in her twenties who was shown
widow of the protagonist of the show is made to wear spotless white saree even though
her spouse died months back. And this too when the story backdrop is not rural
but the national capital of India.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Another channel is showing that how a couple who got married
against their parent’s will &permission is trying hard to get the
acceptance in the family. So, the videshi DIL has to pass certain tests set by
the head of the family. The nature of those tests varies from wearing a saree,
washing whole house after drawing water from the well, preparing food for the
whole 56 member family, or singing devotional songs with correct pronunciation
in the temple even before the sun rises. The dutiful DIL keeps on participating
in those tests with a big smile plastered to her face and without even uttering
a single protest.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">An illiterate eve-teaser or to be precise a molester
forcibly marries an educated girl and the next 1000 episodes are aired
justifying his passionate love which forced him to own that woman without her
consent. She was shown to fall in his love after some hundred episodes when she
realizes he has a golden heart which contains obsessive love for her!!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">A contemporary girl gets married and a 360 degree makeover
takes place. She is shown roaming around only in sarees, accessorized with big ‘Mangalsutra’
and the vermillion is somehow placed in her hair-parting with help of a ruler
or scale which is generally found in a student’s geometry box!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Any woman with a career in her mind and ambitions has to be
vile & negative in character. She would soon realize her incompetence in
front of the sacrificing housewife who eats her meal only after her family members
have been fed and burped!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I can continue to write about these instances endlessly.
These regressive tracks are surprisingly the biggest TRP puller. I know so many
people including me who don’t watch this stuff but then this fact cannot be
negated that a large chunk of population is hooked to these shows and follow
them religiously. I know its impact on the literate class is limited only to
the imitation of designer outfits & jewelry but the less educated strata are
hugely affected in different way. I had discussed with my maid and concluded
that somehow many of them believe that whatever shown in these serials are for
real or closely connected to reality. Another thing which they believe is that
if these serials are showing any regressive track on economically upper class background
then it should be followed. As per her, when an English speaking couple is
following these mindless track in the serials then it must have some logic and
reason.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">These regressive serials in all the channels are actually
spamming our entertainment quota. Far away from reality, these monotonous &
senseless shows keep on mushrooming through all the channels irrespective of
language or religion.</span></div>
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NBosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08118661184736647512noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041523631611304057.post-78388937840404003342013-04-23T00:50:00.002+05:302013-04-23T00:50:38.130+05:30R = Rainbow<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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NBosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08118661184736647512noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041523631611304057.post-26894179814120485742013-04-22T23:42:00.001+05:302013-04-23T00:56:37.411+05:30Selfless Soldier<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">As a school kid we found him scary – with thick moustache
covering almost half of his face and big rolling eyes, he managed to create that
aura in his personality which actually his profession required. He was the
watchman – chowkidar – guard who took his position near the gate of Girls
Degree College since many years. Our school was situated just opposite to that
college. I saw him relentlessly present on his duty every day since I was in kindergarten.
He shooed away the school kids with his
loud voice, who loitered in front of that college gate apart from shouting on
the cycle rickshaw pullers who jostled to get customers from the college. We
called him Muchhad (a typical slang used for a person with big moustache).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">This incident happened when I was in Class 10<sup>th</sup>. It
was the first day of our school’s summer vacation; however the college was
still open. Our batch was called to school to attend some extra classes. By the
time, we came out after our classes around 2PM; the road in front of our school
was deserted with hardly few people around. Among those people, there were few
boys in their early twenties who were seen regularly wandering in front of that
girl’s college with malicious intentions. They didn’t even spared schoolgirls
and always searched for triggers to enter into a fistfight with the boys of our
school. They sketched opportunities to vent out their perversion – Stalking,
hooting, whistling and sometimes even dared to grope few girls. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I would not dilute their heinous behavior by calling them
eve-teasers or road side Romeos, but they were assaulters – who assaulted girls
psychologically and physically without any shame. That time, we have already
heard from grapevine that some ugly incident has happened few days back. A girl
has mustered courage to confront them when she was assaulted and even slapped
one of the hooligans. This gave guts to other girls and they managed to scare
those guys enough to leave from that place instantly before the college administration
stepped into the issue. For next few days, those guys never turned up.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">But, on that particular day, I saw those guys waiting like
hawks on their bikes. Next I saw a bunch of girls coming out from that college.
Suddenly, a bike with three people sitting on it zipped in front of them, forcing
them to halt. One of those guys took out a dagger and held it closely near that
girl’s neck who has slapped them. Other girls stepped back in fear. The other pillion
rider guy leaped in the scene with a bottle of acid in his hand. We were dumbstruck
with the fearful intensity of the happenings which has numbed our senses and transformed
us into mute spectators.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">That creep was about to open that Acid bottle when out of
sudden Muchhad jumped into the scene. He started shouting hysterically and hit
the guy with the lone weapon in his hand – his stick. He dropped the Acid
bottle with the blow which broke into pieces with a sizzling sound and splash of
acid all over the ground. Muchhad continued to hit that guy with his stick. By
this time, the first guy left the girl and attacked Muchhad to save his friend.
He stabbed him with his dagger on his arm twice and all three of them beat a
retreat from the scene hastily. I returned to my senses with my fellow
classmates shouting and running inside the school for help. Soon, many people
from both the college & school rushed to the spot for help where Muchhad
was bleeding profusely but still in his senses. He was taken to nearby hospital
and his wounds almost took a month to heal. He joined back his duty afterwards
and was felicitated by the college management.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Whenever I passed thorough that road even after graduating from the school, I made sure to catch a glimpse of that altruistic person. Few
years back, during my visit to my hometown, I searched for him again but found
a new face in his place. My niece, who studies in the same school, told me that
Muchhad died few months back.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Although this incident took place almost couple of decades
back but still today I salute that selfless soldier who never gave a second
thought before jumping into the crime scene. Even the fact that those guys were
armed was not able to deter his action. His mind only raced & reacted to
save that girl whose face & body could have been charred by that acid. His
quick reaction and presence of mind not only averted that ugly incident but even
managed to draw attention to the shoddy safety measures implanted by management
& government for school & college students. He could have remained silent, He could have just been a mere spectator, but his soldier instinct compelled him to act without even caring for his own well-being. Although he was not educated enough, but his action has proven his mettle to the world.</span></div>
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<br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">These are wonderful words from Khalil Gibran which portrays some essential thoughts about parenting. </span><div>
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br />Your children are not your children.<br />They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.<br />They come through you but not from you,<br />And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.<br /><br />You may give them your love but not your thoughts, <br />For they have their own thoughts.<br />You may house their bodies but not their souls,<br />For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, <br />which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.<br />You may strive to be like them, <br />but seek not to make them like you.<br />For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.<br /><br />You are the bows from which your children<br />as living arrows are sent forth.<br />The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, <br />and He bends you with His might <br />that His arrows may go swift and far.<br />Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;<br />For even as He loves the arrow that flies, <br />so He loves also the bow that is stable.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So, whenever you try to live your dreams through them, pushing them over the edge to jostle in the mad rat race,think of these lines.</span></div>
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NBosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08118661184736647512noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041523631611304057.post-35271216707349440602013-04-18T11:59:00.002+05:302013-04-18T11:59:46.058+05:30P = Pedophilic Perverts<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Fear, guilt, anger, frustration, pain, hate and above all helplessness....these assorted and jumbled feelings numbed their existence. In some cases, multiple times, repeatedly they went through the trauma. Devastated & shattered they suffered those nightmares alone. Few of them were not even able to understand that something wrong is done to them. </span></div>
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A popular talk show hosted by Amir Khan last year -<b> 'Satyamev Jayate'</b> gave few of them a chance to open up their heart. The show startled many of us by highlighting the huge percentage of Child sex abuse victims. Yes, in India, almost every fifth child unfortunately has been abused sexually. </div>
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I heard somewhere which was quoted on a funny note <i>"We are descendants of monkeys....but the problem is that still we have not stopped descending!!"</i>. On a serious tone this is so true...those pedophiles have descended far below the human level.....just that these sickos roam around freely in our society in the garb of a human face. SMJ tried to negate many myths involving CSA. Those who are in blog world might have already been aware of the facts behind these CSA myths through well penned posts during CSA Awareness Month. But for rest of the people it was indeed an eye-opener. I am sure there would be many parents who are not comfortable with <b>'sex education'</b> of their kids must have been shuddered with the horrifying tales of the victims in that show. </div>
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We need to understand that nor are the CSA victims from any different world neither the abusers. Here at this platform now I can also admit being a CSA victim once. I was never able to muster the courage to tell anyone about it that time. But why?...I shared a very open relationship with my parents especially with my dad. Even then I never opened up with him about this matter. I gave subtle hints but they went unnoticed. </div>
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So, you see it is not only healthy & open relationship with your kids that would help but you have to be observant about their body language & changed patterns of behavior as well. Communicate, be aware & come out of your shell of ignorance. Those scars maul the soul of the child which they carry throughout their life...I might have escaped with a bruise but everyone is not so lucky. However memories of those incidents still leaves sour taste in my persona. </div>
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Once hubby told me that they were discussing episodes of SMJ in his office when one of his colleagues said that <i>"Man, What this Amir Khan is serving as Sunday Brunch, they are showing too much reality, It is so depressing. These cases are only there in newspapers...He could have chosen some other theme for his show"</i>. Poor man, I think his taste of reality show is limited only to Big Boss or Splitsvilla!! This mindset of <b>'ostrich in the storm'</b> would only keep up the spirit of heinous monsters. We can always be in our La-la land and believe that it can never happen to our kids but would that make the issue disappear!! </div>
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One very important quote mentioned in the show was <b>"Respect the behaviour, not the age"</b>. This can be quite a controversial statement in reference our Indian Culture. But I personally support its validity. </div>
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But the most important point which was raised in SMJ was that CSA should be considered as a crime and strict laws should be there to punish those pedophiles. Whoa!!!...can you believe that it is still not there in our law books and this bill is yet pending (lying in dust) in Rajyasabha. My personal opinion says that these pedophiles should be prosecuted with stringent laws because they are sick...sick mentally. Otherwise why would a person has to feel up a child's body for any kind of physical pleasure!</div>
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I can continue to pour my disgust on this issue endlessly but ending here quoting Amir Khan: </div>
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<i><b>I’d like to leave you with a thought: perhaps the more closed or narrow minded we are about sexuality, the more repressed it gets, and then it manifests itself in ugly ways. I’m hoping that as a society in time we will reach a stage where we are not frightened of our sexuality. Rather, we learn to deal with it in a dignified, open, responsible and healthy manner. </b></i></div>
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NBosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08118661184736647512noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041523631611304057.post-77937595859743934092013-04-17T12:10:00.002+05:302013-04-17T12:10:20.978+05:30O = Ohhh -ho!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">O as in Ohhh- ho!! This is the exclamatory word which my 23
months old daughter – Mishti has picked up lately. And yes …. It is me who uses
this term often, so my girl has to pick it up. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Ohhh- ho Mishti…you have again spilled water!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Ohhh- ho why have scratched all over your body with this sketch
pen!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Ohhh- ho why are you climbing
the dining table?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">MIshti comes back from Daycare and she starts saying or
rather asking for ‘Baba Bashir’. I didn’t get the clue….Has she met some stranger
with this name? But, as far as I know nobody in her daycare has this name? It
doesn’t even sound like name of any other kid in daycare? I scratched my head to make out what or whom
she wants actually.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">By this time, her irritation has reached peak level. She shouted,
<b>Ohhh- ho</b> Mamma…..Baba Bashir!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Me: Mishti, What Baba Bashir dear….Who is he??</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Mishti: <b>Ohhh- ho, Ohhh- ho, Ohhh- ho</b>…… Baaaaaabaaaa
Bashiiiiir ….peeezze (please).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Me: Baby I am not getting it...What do you want me to do?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Mishti: </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>Ohhh- ho</b> Mamma....</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Peeezee…Baba Bashir. And she starts crying.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I quickly pick her up and try to divert her attention.
After a while when she got distracted and completely forgot about ‘Baba Bashir’!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">When hubby came back from work, I told him about this
mystery man ‘Baba Bashir’. Even he couldn’t understand what it is! Later in the
evening, Mishti sat with her daddy to read her dozens of books. Suddenly, she
picked up her rhymes book, opened one particular page and yelled ‘Baba Bashir’.
We ran to look at it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Gosh….she was talking of Baa Baa, Black sheep…that famous
rhyme!!! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It happened that although she read this rhyme at home, but that
day it was taught to her in daycare. And generally they teach these rhymes with
some animated dance & actions. Mishti wanted me to do that when she came
back home. But, poor baby, with a mom who was not able to comprehend her language,
it was a herculean task for her to make us understand what she want.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>Ohhh- ho!!!</b></span></div>
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NBosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08118661184736647512noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041523631611304057.post-29609921218424443332013-04-16T01:04:00.000+05:302013-04-16T01:10:11.884+05:30N = Name Saga<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">After zipping through the A to Z challenge almost over the
half-mark, when N came across, I have to write about my name which incidentally
starts with N. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">No, in case if you have guessed something, it is not about
how I got this name. My dad gave me this name as he liked it…no fancy story
attached to it. However, as a kid I never liked my name. I still remember when
I was in Class 6<sup>th</sup>; I gave my dad the option of changing my name to Neha
or Nisha which was obviously turned down instantly!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I hated the fact that no one was able to pronounce my name
correctly. Carrying a Bong name in northern belt of India is quite
difficult. I had heard so many versions of
my name that it has ceased to amuse me now.
The most common assumption was that it would spell with a ‘V’ instead of
‘B’. Do you remember how Vidya Balan has to interrupt every time in the movie
Kahaani when Bongs called her Bidya instead of Vidya…in my case it was
vice-versa. Few inquisitive ones doubted my spelling capability and insisted
that it has to be ‘Nivedita’ instead of ‘Nibedita’. I had to explain them that
Bengali language has no sound like ‘V’ sound…it is either B or Bh.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">In school, I heard so many variations of my name in terms of
spelling & pronunciation from teachers & fellow students; it ranged
from Nivedita, Nebidita, Nibidita, Nibodita, Nebudita and so on!! The college
pals were smarter and they shortened it to ‘Nibz’. I felt so relaxed, it was
definitely better than to hear twisted sound of your own name! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I can recall one incident, when I was in Class 12<sup>th</sup>
and appearing for board exams. For viva-voce, we had to face external examiners.
I was so terrified in my Physics practical exam. The examiner asked my name.
When I told him, he asked its meaning might be to break the ice….I told him
that it means ‘dedicated’…He asked immediately, ‘To whom’? I had no answer
ready for it so I just said ‘to God’….and he gave me broad smile. The Viva went
very well after that.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">My office colleagues started with Nibedita but I was
rechristened as ‘Nibbo’ or ‘Nibey’ soon. My bosses preferred to call me with
last name only. However, while handling overseas client calls it was a mammoth
task to tell my name to them and ninety percent of time I had to spell it with
phonetic sounds. So, it would sound somewhat like:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I login into a conference call which is spread across
various geographic locations of world.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Hi, this is Nibedita Bose from India, site ABC, Operations. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I am sorry, who is there from India??</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">This is Nibedita….N as in Nancy, I as in India, B as in
Bravo, E as in Echo, D as in Delta, I as in India, T as is Tango and A as in
Alpha…..and yeah the last name is B as in Bravo, O as in Oscar, S as in Sierra
and E as in Echo……..Hmpffff!!! (I always ensured after this to check whether
the person on other side was still alive or not!!!)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Another fact with my name is that, I had retained my maiden
surname. But, there were many instances when people assumed my last name to be
my hubby’s surname. When we applied for my daughter’s birth certificate it came
with my name as ‘Nibedita Ghosh’ instead of ‘Bose’, when asked they said that
they thought we have mistakenly filled up the form with different surname, so
corrected it!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Many of my office colleagues congratulated me through SmS,
after my daughter’s birth. Few of the messages were like: Congrats, Mr. &
Mrs. Bose! I didn’t know how to pass on those congratulations to nonexistent
Mr. Bose though!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Till now, I have faced so many goof ups about my last name
that now a day, I keep my marriage certificate handy for any kind of paperwork
involved in Banks or any other offices.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">When it was time to christen my daughter, we raked internet
to search for a contemporary but easy to pronounce name….the only criteria my
in- laws requested that if it can have somewhat related to God. After an
extensive search and rejecting almost hundreds of names, we pinned it down to ‘Ishaani’,
hoping that it is not easily twisted as my name was.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So, what is your Name’s story?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">P.S: After my Teen years, I started liking my name and I love it absolutely now :)</span></div>
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NBosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08118661184736647512noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041523631611304057.post-66079961445506519462013-04-15T01:23:00.001+05:302013-04-15T01:56:12.721+05:30M = Myths<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Few days back I observed a bunch of little girls playing /chatting in our housing complex lawn. Suddenly while getting up one girl's forehead brushed with another's head......the first girl was about to leave when the second girl called her back. <i><b>"we need to collide our heads once again otherwise we would get horns (Seeng)on our head!!!!". </b></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">This was funny but even I used to believe it as a kid!! So, what all I can recollect from my memory here are few myths which I believed to core as a kid. I am still not sure how I learnt these myths because my 'Thama' (grand mom) was way too progressive to believe in these lines and my mom also never taught me about them...might be possible from school mates I got these ideas!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>Myth 1:</b> One time head/fore head collision can result in eruption of horns from your forehead.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>Remedy: </b>Collide it again...Yes I am serious, we used to do this deliberately!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>Myth 2:</b> Do not pluck leaves or flowers after sun-set...or for that matter Do not touch the tree/plant at all.<b><i>'Bhoot(Ghost)'</i></b> will not spare you...mind it!!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>Remedy:</b> Even if you have done this unknowingly just pray to the 'Tree GOD' for forgiveness. Now, I realize this must have been spread across in earlier days in villages to avoid people from inhaling Carbon di-oxide which plants release after sunset. And like any other custom it just got downloaded in present times without any logic.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>Myth 3:</b> If someone is sitting or lying do not cross over them. It stops their height growth. <i>(Considering my vertically challenged figure, I am damn sure that the crowd which gathers for 'Kumbh Mela' at my hometown must have crossed over me while I was sitting!!!)</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>Remedy:</b> Cross again but this time from opposite side!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>Myth 4:</b> Do not touch feet if anyone is sleeping or lying...it symbolical to touching feet of a dead body!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>Remedy:</b> I do not know...but yes this one was followed in my family and we used to get lot scolding if done.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>Myth 5:</b> If you happen to touch any stuff related to studies ( books, pens, pencils, eraser....) with your feet or for that matter if any of these fall to ground , you would surely get a blot in your academic career!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>Remedy:</b> Pick it up touch it with you forehead and kiss it. I follow this still today as was told once as kid that actually Goddess Saraswati ( Goddess of learning & education) resides in all these items.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>Myth 6:</b> Snakes do come out and start dancing (not like Chikni Chameli but just swaying their hood!!!) if that particular 'Been' (musical instrument) is played. The credit of this belief goes to movie 'Nagina' where Sridevi who was actually a 'Nagin'(snake) danced like inebriated person every time the tune was played.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>Remedy:</b> Run away from that place where this tune is played!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>Myth 7:</b> If you see a funeral procession, always put palm of your hand to your head till the time it is not out of sight. I am not sure what happens if we fail to follow this one.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>Remedy:</b> I don't know.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>Myth 8:</b> Never throw any discarded stuff from you body like used bandage/cotton, bunch of you hair unattended outside. Might be this was a way to teach hygiene actually.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>Remedy:</b> Spit on it and then throw ( Huh...here goes hygiene out of window!!!)</span><br />
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<b style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Myth 9:</b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Do not touch anyone with broom, especially small kids. They lose weight and become thin.</span></div>
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<b style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Remedy: </b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Not sure, but just don't do it. I am sure this must have been said for hygiene reasons. <i>(Also, seeing my over-weight body structure, it clearly means, I should get broom- beating everyday two times, like some medicine dosage!!)</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">This is what I can remember for now...would surely add on if can recollect more!! But honestly, feeling very nice as I walk through my childhood days in my mind while writing this post.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So, What myths you all know or follow....write about it...it is fun!</span></div>
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NBosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08118661184736647512noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041523631611304057.post-69004967849524518792013-04-13T01:57:00.002+05:302013-04-13T01:57:57.142+05:30L= Like<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">L is for Like. No, I am not talking about any affinity stuff
but I am talking about that ‘Like’ button on Facebook which has transformed the
actual meaning of this term. The Like button has come handy for the people who
want to keep a tab on others lives but not actually bother to communicate with
them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Some key features about Like button are:</span></div>
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<li>You can let your presence feel in the virtual world without taking the hassle of actual communication with your friends, relatives or any random person and still keep in touch.</li>
<li>This button can be used to reciprocate appreciation or 'liking' in virtual world. Liking each other’s status, posts & photographs sometimes are mere symbolism of ‘Scratching each other’s back’!</li>
<li>Invariably, A person professionally on a high position or a celebrity gather more number of likes even on their below average ‘wall staring’ snaps. You can butter up your boss by liking all his trash and even can feel yourself lucky that Facebook has made your life so easier….Imagine if have to 'like' everything about your boss in real life – face-to face!!</li>
<li>Spammers have found their way to hit the net-users with this ‘like’ weapon randomly. Many times you see a photograph posted on your wall of religious deity or famine hit children asking .pleading/threatening for a simple like from you. How can anyone express their devotion by a like button, or for that matter how would those disaster hit people would get help with your like? <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<li>Like button is very helpful when you are lacking time or interest to give a simple compliment to anybody’s photograph. It also works when you actually do not want to appreciate at all….a and liking it in real mode is too difficult.</li>
<li>However, I strongly feel that Facebook should put up some ‘Unlike’ button as well. I am sure I would be using it so frequently!</li>
<li>Constantly liking all post, updates, photographs & videos of your latest crush might make him/her notice you.</li>
<li>Statutory warning: You might depressed with less number of likes received on your wall or might even feel jealous of others who overflow with 'Likes'<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So, these are my observation about this ‘Like button”..What do you think?? At least …Like it please!!</span></ul>
<ul><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><b>**Images courtesy: Google images</b></span></ul>
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NBosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08118661184736647512noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041523631611304057.post-47276020797558184782013-04-12T18:04:00.001+05:302013-04-12T18:04:40.138+05:30K = Koi Baat Nahin…Lakshmi Aayi hai!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>Koi Baat Nahin…Lakshmi Aayi hai<em>!!!!(Translation: Nothing to worry…Goddess Lakshmi (Goddess of wealth) has arrived)</em></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">This is one common line which I heard from couple of people when my daughter was born. However, not to mention that their tone never had that excitement if in real Goddess of wealth had arrived with a big gunny bags of gold & diamonds!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The consolation in most of the people’s tone was quite audible. Sorry to say but like reading between the lines sometimes you can hear beyond the lines. Few smart ones quickly said <em>“It doesn’t matter it is a boy or a girl, just a hale & hearty baby”</em>. and they are smart ones to alter their original comments because of my <em>‘firebrand’(!!)</em> nature but forget to wipe the consolation in their tone.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">One of my elderly relative said '<em>Ohhhh (I am stressing on this big Ohhh)….daughters bring good luck to family'</em>. Excuse me…if I had given birth to a son then why would have his ‘luck quotient’ had been lesser???</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">When I was in my 2<sup>nd</sup> trimester, there were two or three more female colleagues who were expecting. So we used to have our group discussion forum on maternity issues anytime, anywhere. Few other female colleagues (generally moms) would also join us. One day, a mom to a 2 year old brought a fun test <em>(a questionnaire kind of list which asks whether you like to eat sweet or salty food, which side of your tummy the baby has more movements…)</em> to decide the gender of the unborn baby. All of us took the test for fun. After an hour I found one of the preggo ladies crying in the washroom. When I asked she told me that how mean of that other lady who deliberately twisted the test and told her it’s a girl!!! I got so irked that I sarcastically said that she can very well exchange her result with mine( I got the result that it’s a boy) and barged out of the restroom. Imagine an educated lady, working in a MNC crying because someone told her she would be a mother to a girl….horrible!!!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">She had told me later that how her SIL <em>(a MBA, mother of a male child)</em> says that at least the first child should be a boy so that her importance in her household is maintained. I felt even she was also quite convinced with this logic!!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Another really weird viewpoint I heard when one of my close relative told me that if my genes overshadows my hubby’s genes then it would be a girl <em> ( we are two sisters only, no brothers and my hubby has a young brother, no sisters)</em>and vice versa. What a twisted genetic theorem…..I really felt like taking out my notepad & pen and explaining her complete XX & XY chromosome theory!!!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Some futuristic people advised me to start saving money for my girl. When I asked <strike>snapped</strike> them if it had been a boy then a saving was not needed, they few got the drift and changed the topic to “money is nowadays such a necessity for better upbringing of a child”.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I really fail to understand why there is crazy attitude to have a son. Might be I won’t ever experience it as my parents never injected this fact that I have done some crime being a girl. We are two sisters and my parents never yearned for a son. When I was pregnant I read the news of a newborn girl killed by her mother in some village, I literally begged to Almighty that <em>“please if a baby boy is in my womb exchange it to someone’s girl who are crazy for a son”</em> (You see…pregnancy hormones were elevated at their best that time…J!!!!)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Jokes apart, I really feel sorry for these people. Some traits are injected so deeply that even high education cannot wash it. Another very common term I had heard that <em>“Ye meri beti nahi beta hai (She is not a daughter but a son to me)</em>. This again turns me off. Why can’t we accept our girls as simple human daughters without labeling them as Goddess, good/bad luck charm or a son? Why any daughter has to prove their mettle by camouflaging as a son?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But I had saved the best for the last: My girl is fairer as compared to me and my hubby. So one of the elderly relative told me that <em>“Good she is fair….you won’t face any difficulty while searching a match for her”</em> Damn…Give me a break!!!</span><br />
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NBosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08118661184736647512noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041523631611304057.post-67742531516799188722013-04-11T13:57:00.001+05:302013-04-11T14:02:17.341+05:30J = Job Hunt & all the jazz<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Job hunt – This is what I am doing since last couple of
months. After a break of almost 1.5 years, I planned to join back work. Being a
‘too much planned’ couple, we first created our back up plan after
brainstorming for long hours.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Many questions hovered over our mind. How would the li’l one
react to the change? What option would be more feasible - nanny or daycare? How
we can work out the daily household chores? I raked through all mommy blogs,
forums & parenting websites to know more about the ways people juggle
between home, Baby & job. The <a href="http://www.parentous.com/2012/12/20/catch-22-parenting-dilemmas-parental-monitoring/" target="_blank">dilemma was high</a> and I was not able to pin
down any decision. But, after lots & lots of discussion we finally chalked
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The first step was to get a full time maid or house help who
can support me with household chores. In that way, I can spend some quality
time with my kid after coming back from work. Somehow, we were not keen on
getting a nanny for my toddler. We got registered in an agency beforetime as heard
about delays in getting a maid even after registration. Thankfully, we got a
decent maid from that local agency.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Next step was to search for a reasonable and compatible
daycare for my kid. We visited almost 6-8 local daycares and finally found a decent
one nearby to our place. We wanted to get my daughter adjusted to this new
regime first and then my proper job search should start. My li’l one cooperated
a lot and now after almost 3 months, she just loves the place.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">In the meantime I already uploaded my resume in various job
portals and waited for my luck to show some positive sign. However, the timing
was not quite appropriate. The first quarter remains a lean period for job
hunters as new vacancy are not created in this time. It actually means that
most of the companies have their annual appraisal & bonus time in March,
and people who want to leave their job for any reason would stick till end of
March to receive the annual bonus. Thus February & March went away in very few
calls from different consultancies & companies and I appeared for only
couple of interviews.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Another factor which I am realizing is affecting my job
search in a veiled way is the break of 1.5 years in my career. Many
consultancies approached me with job description, but chickened out stating
employers do not want any break period for any reasons. Then there are other
factors as well which is limiting me from exploring all options. I have to
search for a job in Gurgaon only and I cannot go to work in Delhi or Noida because
of extensive travel time. Although I have kept myself open for all shift
timings (my job profile requires that) but still many employers perceive in advance
that a married lady with a small kid in tow would not opt for any shift other
than general one.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">This is the third month in a row when I am just sitting idle
at home. It is getting depressing now and has started taking toll on my mood a
lot. I feel the void more as prior to this I was handling my hyper-active
toddler for the whole day without any maid or nanny. So, suddenly, with the kid
in daycare and all household chores except cooking taken care by maid, I feel
myself completely useless sometimes. Although, I am getting now ample amount of
time for my favorite passion – blogging & reading but still feel no
interest in any of these activities. There are days, when I just shut my PC,
throw away my book and sit idly staring the wall. I actually pulled up myself
to join this blogging challenge so that it can be diverted from the void.</span></div>
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NBosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08118661184736647512noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041523631611304057.post-30830058927414802952013-04-10T01:24:00.001+05:302013-04-10T18:52:27.376+05:30I = Indiscipline<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">My previous <a href="http://nibedita-bose.blogspot.in/2013/04/h-hometown.html" target="_blank">post</a> talked about my hometown – Allahabad. I am
continuing my complain spree about the city. Indiscipline or simply lack of
civic & common sense is rushing in the blood veins of the local residents.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I would not reiterate the horrendous way of driving people
has adapted here. Traffic rules, traffic sign and indicators of vehicles act as
mere showpieces. The person who is driving in front of you can suddenly decide
to turn either left or right or even stop at the middle of the road. After this
he would even stare you for your ignorance about reading his mind regarding the
turn of his vehicle. This terrible driving sense is common in many other parts
of India as well.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">But here, I want to highlight a different issue which I came
across. I went to withdraw money from the Automatic Teller Machine placed in our
local market place in Allahabad. I saw a small crowd at the gate of the ATM.
From the glass door, I could see more than required number of people inside
hovering over the screen of that ATM. I thought that it might have got
dysfunctional and turned back to leave from there. My dad was accompanying me.
He asked me the reason of hasty retreat and then said this machine is perfectly
fine and this is a common scenario in almost every ATM of Allahabad.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">No queues….people jostling to enter the cubicle…..apart from
the person who is operating his/her account in that machine, there would be
many other random people lurking on his/her head. Few are actually waiting for
their chance but I was startled when a couple of boys told me that they are
just chilling off as there is an Air-conditioner switched on. I was
not able to digest this indiscipline at all…and promptly rushed to the branch
of the bank situated next to the ATM. I put forward my complain to one of
Customer service representative who looked at me as if I had asked him to take off his clothes!!.
<br />Then, after sometime when he understood what I am saying, he sent a security guard to shoo off
the unwanted people from that ATM. It worked for exactly 5.86 minutes and the
situation went back to square one after that. I had altercation with couple of
people when I insisted on forming a queue and then entering the cubicle alone. They
blamed me of wasting their precious time!! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I can never ever imagine of this kind of indiscipline and
chaos in Gurgaon, not even in older part of the city. I have seen many unmanned
ATM as well where no one has to prompt anybody to form a queue but people by
default wait for their turn standing outside the ATM.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">What can I call it….Allahabad’s typical nonchalant attitude
which resists any new change to its core!</span></div>
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NBosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08118661184736647512noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041523631611304057.post-39473202463314723952013-04-10T00:55:00.002+05:302013-04-10T00:55:52.710+05:30H = Hometown<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Allahabad .....My hometown....my birthplace....a small city of Eastern Uttar Pradesh where I had spent almost 24 years of my life. Most people in India & across the world know about this city for MahaKumbh festival. I would not dig deeper into the minutiae of the large scale internationally recognized festival held in Allahabad…Google already has enough information regarding it. Rather, I would traverse through my perception about this city. </div>
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A small religious city which basks in the glory of its numerous temples…some quite ancient & well known….some newly constructed…some huge and flaunts wealth of its devotees…while some just cropped up street side or rather encroaching the pavement almost overnight. </div>
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Another striking feature of this city is its affinity for the preparation of various administrative & civil exams viz. IAS, PCS exams. Various coaching centre of different shapes & sizes have mushroomed all over the city which in turn has given refuge to aspiring ‘red/blue beacon’ students from neighboring villages and smaller towns. This breed of students has taken that spider’s story too seriously who never gave up even after failing multiple times to climb the wall!! They stay in the city in rented rooms while fooling their family members back home with the rosy picture of their dreams of civil services jobs. When asked, they boisterously claim that they are doing ‘Tayyari’ ( preparation) and this can continue till the time they are not crossing the upper age limit for appearing in these exams. I know few person who were staying in my locality when I was a teenager and doing ‘Tayyari’ and are still doing that. Many of them have forged their date of birth so many times you can even spot a balding, way above thirty, gentlemen who still declare himself as ‘Tayyari’ student. In reality, they do nothing other than attending coaching classes & roaming like free bulls in local market places while hogging from various street vendors. </div>
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This city has a perfect laid-back attitude with bagful of vulnerable ego. People do not want to work and you can be looked upon as some alien from different planet if you expect customer service from any commercial point. Any kind of change and upliftment is least welcomed in this city. So, it still remains somehow same what it was a decade back. People have ample amount of free time here……I know few people who used to hang around near the local betel shop, chat endlessly while staring and stripping all female clan passing from that road with their creepy eyes when I was in school/college…i.e. almost more than a decade ago. Last time I visited Allahabad few days back, I found them still there. They have spent their whole life doing the same thing or rather nothing. </div>
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This city still judge you by the clothes you wear…and here I am not experimenting much but talking about how jeans/trousers worn girls are still looked down with raised brows. </div>
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I am not being a cribbing worm here but actually I feel bad when I see other smaller cities zipping past my hometown in development, infrastructure and other positive changes while it foolishly remains aloof from all the changes around it. </div>
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NBosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08118661184736647512noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041523631611304057.post-12342249224441484672013-04-09T12:52:00.000+05:302013-04-09T12:52:18.784+05:30G = Give me another chance!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><i>Give me another chance to grow up once again. </i></b></div>
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All of us have some secret regrets…not exactly regrets but something like “I wish I could have done that”…some unspoken, undone remnants of life. After completing three decades of my life when I look back and walk down the memory lane, I find many such moments which I want to relive with some improvisation. </div>
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I wish I could have spent some more quality time with my grandparents. They stayed with us in the same house and had more than fifty percent credit in our upbringing. I had so many sweet-bitter-lovely memories of them. I feel myself blessed to have their companionship till my twenties. But, even after almost a decade has passed since their demise, I still cringe for their company. </div>
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I wish I shouldn't have wasted my precious time in a useless relationship with a person who never understood me or valued my presence. I missed many fun & enjoyable moments of my life just because I was too bogged down by the insensitive & nonchalant attitude of that person. </div>
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I wish I could have been not so overtly emotionally dependent on that person that even I was scared to speak my mind due to the insecurity in our relationship. I wish I could have asserted my feelings & thoughts more often and understand that it can never drive away the right person from your life but can help to weed out the wrong ones. </div>
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I wish I could have chosen my subjects more wisely in the initial years of my academic life. That time, I only knew that I love Mathematics and it was my strength but along with that came two monster twins’ physics & Chemistry which I was never able to tackle comfortably. </div>
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I wish someone told me, When I was 11 years old that it is absolutely fine to raise hell against that creep who relentlessly sketches excuses to feel my body in a bad way. I wish someone told me that you need not to feel guilty about the whole thing and it is that slime ball who should be ashamed. </div>
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I wish I could have been in touch with more of my school & college mates. I tried to revive the bond later when Orkut & Fb came into existence, but by that time the aura of the bond had already faded. I am still in touch with few of my school friends who studied with me since class 1 and the charisma of our relationship has remain almost intact. But, surprisingly the college friends group hare now only FB friends with whom the relation is tangled in ‘likes, comments & status updates’ only. </div>
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I wish I could have revived my reading passion earlier. But, better late than never. </div>
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I wish I could have stepped into this wonderful blogging world few years back, when it came into existence. </div>
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I wish I could have been more prudent towards my health and shouldn't have neglected the weight issue which has completely gone out of control now……sigh!! </div>
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Ohhh My God…this list is growing so long….rest I am leaving to pen down in some posts…you see, I have to sustain till Z and it is only F now!! </div>
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