Category: memories

Travel Pros And Cons(Part 2)

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Life has taken a pleasant turn with the advent of  technology. All those born in the nineties just cannot imagine booking tickets without internet. Think of a vacation and you immediately think if your internet is working fine.All you can think of is browsing through different links and get to the right combination of travel and hotel accommodation.One is spoil for choice.You have so many options that I simply weigh the pros and cons and soon arrive at a decision. If u think of it, a travel agent would not be able to provide you such variety. And whatever choice he provides, at the beck of your mind , you would try to analyse what’s in it for them.

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With internet access widely available, life has taken a 360 degree turn.It’s been made easy for us to select our destinations,hotel and flight bookings,all at the click of a button.Travel lite is a term coined appropriately for all who travel often.You want to know how to travel lite, just Google it.

If you are planning to stay with relatives or friends on a trip then one important tip is not to carry gifts physically simply browse through  some websites like eBay and Amazon, decide on an appropriate gift and get it delivered at the hosts address while you are there to pick it up. What a delight this us! You are saved the trouble of carrying it around.

It’s really a pleasure in today’s time to plan a trip, things are pretty easy, and you get loads of satisfaction.You also save on time and the hassle of transport.If today’s generation was told to book something manually without internet they would be confused and wouldn’t know how to go about this.

On a holiday? Can I go without any computer devices? Certainly not. WiFi is available or not is the first thing you check while browsing for hotel accommodation.What’s the next best thing to do on a trip. Memories is the key word. You want to click photos at every turn of events.You focus so much on photos, at times you have to be reminded to enjoy yourself. At the same time sharing photos keep you connected with your near and dear ones . So do ensure you capture the best moments have delightful Kodak Moments.

All in all its a pleasure to plan a trip and to have a memorable trip.An outing  helps you to get your disoriented mind back to work once you are back from a journey.

Have a Wonderful and Peaceful Journey !!

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‘Prachu’ Ki Wedding ! :D (Part 2)

In every culture around the world wedding has a very special place as it revolves around the life of a couple about to tie the knot and the people closely related to them. To our understanding and experience Indian wedding is a very special one that not only bridges the two families and their cultures; but also creates a lifelong commitment. The best part is that it ushers to the culmination of a ceremony inculcating joy and woes.

People unaware of Indian wedding rituals and cultures may raise a question here. We therefore take this opportunity to make a brief study here.The bride and the groom are ethnically dressed in abundance of flowers, jeweleries and makeups. Relatives of both bride and groom throng at the venue of the wedding solemnization to witness the event. The USP (Unique Selling Proposition) of Indian wedding is that the ceremony begins a few days ahead of the date of solemnization and ends after a few days from the date of the solemnization event.

The bride and the groom are blessed with ornaments, finest clothing and others. The most unusual part of an Indian wedding is that the bride passes through a transition that simultaneously brings tears and joy to her and it is visible in her eyes! Fear of losing the parent’s proximity and moving to the groom’s home (a completely new place) bring tears to her eyes. At the same time the opportunity of meeting with her beau brings happiness to her. Bride’s parents also pass through this phase of irony that brings tears and happiness to them.

For me, it represents emotions. Great emotions. Emotions of two families coming together. Emotions of two lives coming together. Emotions of a bride, leaving behind a life to start a beautiful journey.She laughs. She sings. She dances.For a second, let us leave behind all the extravaganzas and all the ‘over the top’ preparations behind and just focus on her smile. She radiates beauty, a colorful beauty that only an Indian bride can display.

 People around her watch her in awe. They say a woman is her most beautiful when she looks upon her child. I would say an Indian bride in her traditional outfit comes really close to that.She is the embodiment of a dream. A dream her parents shared. A dream every Indian has. The dream of seeing their daughter happily married. It’s probably even more important than seeing their sons successful.

The wedding, known as ‘Vivaah’ in Hindi, is in itself a celebration of grandeur. The concept of divorce is still alien in the Indian culture, and was quite rare a few decades ago. You were destined to marry once and that was it. Hence, the grand celebration. There’s an old saying we Indians have regarding this. There are only three days in a person’s life. The day she is born, the day she gets married, and the day she dies.

Traditional marriage celebrations last for as long as a week. There are all sorts of traditions that have to be followed. And although the groom is, theoretically, an equal partner in the wedding celebration, yet the attention is always centered at the bride. The beautiful bride.

Family, they say, is like a tree which never goes out of shade for you. Sailing through together in every storm, the family will never dodge your side. The relation with a mother never needed an introduction. Remember how she smiles even when you appreciate her cooking your favorite dish? With you owing most of your jumps on success ladder to her, she still gratifies your first cradling step in her heart. With memories of early morning coffee during your exams to blessings for your every small success, it is impeccable how this relation never fails to earn respect.

A father in any family is the reason one’s being, the walls of your bastion were made stronger by his sweat and blood for you. The sleepless nights of hard work and dedication were to ensure you the future you live in. From the first cricket match where he let you win to the strict coaching over the lessons of life, he being by your side gave you the confidence to embark on the journey you always wanted. Having siblings in the house is always a blessing. Those wild dreams and that notorious side of yours, could only be executed with them.  They know that sometimes only a mischief would bring a smile on your face.They stood by you when you gave up on your caliber, they slipped few extra money to you that made a lot of difference, they were there giving you tips on your first interview.The smile you hold today has his contribution too.

The celebrations are just an excuse to remind how important is the presence of family in one’s life. With they being by your edge, there is nothing in this world you can’t achieve.Marriages are true examples of a family bonding,love and commitment.It can only be seen in Indian weddings.

More to come in next post.I am the most  fickle-minded person on this planet.To know why, Wait until next post come.Happy Reading!

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Relationships

Relationship, The word itself ignites the feeling of connectivity and togetherness. It is a vital component of wellbeing and prosperity .Everyone needs someone who understands them, someone who stands beside them in time of need, supports them and helps them bloom.

Affection is a standout amongst the most significant feelings known not creatures. For some, sentimental connections are the most important component in their lives, giving a wellspring of satisfaction outside of ourselves. Be that as it may, the capacity to have a solid, adoring relationship is not all intrinsic. Fizzled connections happen, and the majority of us need to work deliberately to ace the abilities important to make them thrive. Relationship these days have lost their true meaning, back in the old days relationships were considered peaceful and matching compatibilities. Now all that it relates to is insecurities, ego, betrayal and intimacy.

Communication is a key part to building a sound relationship. The principal step is verifying you both need and expect the same things—being in agreement is imperative. The accompanying tips can help you make and keep up a sound relationship:

->Speak Up. In a sound relationship, if something is annoying you, it’s best to discuss it as opposed to holding it in.

->Regard Your Partner. Your accomplice’s wishes and emotions have esteem. Tell your life partner you are trying to   remember their thoughts. Common admiration is vital in keeping up sound connections.

->Bargain. Differences are a characteristic piece of sound connections; however it’s critical that you figure out how to trade  off on the off chance that you differ on something. Attempt to fathom clashes in a reasonable and objective way.

->Be Supportive. Offer consolation and support to your accomplice. Additionally, tell your accomplice when you require their backing. Sound connections are about building one another up, not putting one another down.

->Regard Each Other’s Privacy. Only in light of the fact that you’re seeing someone, mean you need to share everything and continually be as one.

Know what kills relationships? Expectations, they make people think the other person will do more for the individual and then build upon these thoughts which when not fulfilled leads to breakups. It’s like they say “Behind every successful man is a woman and “A woman is nothing without her man “. There is a reason this saying is so famous, it’s because it holds the importance of relationship in the life of the individuals. Relationships improve our background exponentially, particularly the connections we have with those nearest.

Without inquiry, the emotional wellness of all gatherings is the most critical component of a decent relationship. On the off chance that you experience the ill effects of gloom, uneasiness, shakiness or low self-regard, look for assistance from a well being proficient immediately, in light of the fact that its you, as well as your relationship, that will endure. You can’t generally control the stress throughout your life, yet for your connections to be compelling, attempt to keep anxiety to a base. Additionally, be understanding when others are experiencing an intense time. Somebody who loses her or his occupation, for instance,may act adversely for a little time.Anyway, thing sought to improve in the end.

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India And Cricket

My Dear Cricket,

I am so excited to finally write to you. My hands seem to be shivering. Do you have any idea about how big you are in our country? You are compared to religion here. And everybody knows religion is India’s fuel – without it our news anchors would have nothing to talk about.

I became a fan of you when I was a kid. Well, what is a fan exactly? When I was four, I watched you on TV with my dad because whenever there was a match on, he used to sit in front of the TV and not leave it till the DD National jingle came on after the last bowl was bowled. I remember watching matches on Sunday morning. The only reason I got up was because my mom would fry pakodas and leave them in front of my father while he watched the game.

Love for you exists in the whole of our family. My uncle loves to comment about how much a batsman would make, but quickly shushes someone else up if they say anything. My mom is a bad omen. Whenever she enters the room and says something negative about India, a wicket falls. My sister often pushes her out of the room.

I remember the World Cups. There used to be preparation a week in advance. Everyone would make predictions. I peeked into the drawing room, my father talking to his friends fiercely debating about Kapil Dev’s history and Sourav Ganguly’s present. I only had eyes for one – the New Zealand captain. I did not much know the game in the beginning, but he looked incredibly handsome to me (I couldn’t even pronounce his name properly). I stood in front of my mirror and practised what I would say to him when I grew up, finished school and flew to New Zealand.

The fever for gully cricket overtook me, too.Somehow, I liked fielding as much as everyone else in the ground hated it. I liked standing near the boundary (marked by slippers of the players) and viewing the game in all of its glory. The bowler would run up, twist his hand in a way that I haven’t been able to understand yet (I never could bowl – still can’t) and the ball would fly to the other end of the ground. There would be a lovely sound (this is still my favourite part of gully cricket and my one complaint with cricket on TV) – thwack! – and the ball would fly, as gracefully as a ballerina in a pink tutu.

Winter mornings were especially hard. I remember hurting my hands catching the red ‘rubber wali’ ball. It was heavy and hurt like hell, but I was unwilling to concede to the boys who had accepted me as one of their own. They even let me bat. I was decent at it. I remember I once scored 32 runs, and it was one of the happiest mornings of my life. Until the dirty ball landed in the bucket which contained white school shirts washed with Surf Excel. I gingerly took out the ball, stuffed the shirt on top towards the bottom, and my mother never found out what I had done. When the craze for Harbhajan Singh was at its height, I tied my hair up like Sikh people and asked my mom to take me to meet him. She was surprised. She just laughed, and I was left puzzled.

I miss you, though. Stupid thing to say, right? How can I miss you when you are still here? But have you never felt it? Missing someone even when they are around? Wishing things would be the same as they were? Nostalgia has set in. I am sorry, cricket, but you have changed. I was never one for tests (I would sleep off in my father’s lap, ketchup from the pakodas still on my lips), but I enjoyed ODIs immensely. When you started T20s, I felt a little betrayed, but I watched them in the beginning. It was fun, definitely. To see the sixes swishing and the fours gliding. But as soon as the novelty wore off, I felt betrayed. It was nothing compared to what I felt when the IPL started. I felt as if someone was intentionally tarnishing my childhood memories. I still refuse to watch the IPL or read news about it.

But, as they say, once you love, you never really leave. When I am in college,I don’t watch you enough. Score updates through a phone application have taken the place of sitting through the match, watching even the ‘Fourth Umpire’ on DD National. But I still love you. You are a part of my childhood that I have carried into my twenties, and I am glad you’re still here. But when I see kids play in the lane beneath my balcony, that old yearning to field comes back to me, and in that moment I’m my little, happy, careless self again.You were and will be am important part of our country’s pride and memories.

With love and warm wishes,

-An Indian Kid

‘Prachu’ Ki Wedding ! :D (Part 1)

Before I start my write up let me make some points very clear to you :

1)It is a personal post.

2)It will long, elaborative and some may find it boring as well.

3)If you are an Indian you find it interesting. If you are not,you will find it more interesting.

4)No age group restrictions. Human beings will find it interesting and touching. Go for it –>

Family is a collective blanket that husks all that have outgrown and all that are still growing. It’s a body of system that constantly expands and nurtures its tenants. It’s a source of love, support, protection and sustenance. It’s a never ending saga, an adventure right from the abyss of our well preserved socio-cultural and ethical treasures. Our forefathers were kind enough to explore and share, insightful and moral building stories associated with its concept.

Right from the early dawn of civilization, family has always been a collective unit, where the past, present and future contribute for the greater good. The joint family system is highly revered and practised even today. All the generations within the joint family stay, work, eat and worship together. In a joint family, the father overlooks all the affairs of the house with an overbearing propaganda, a passive mother lulls away every ill-thought, that may break the family apart and children in all their exuberance do what they should and what they can to be a part of the family they were gifted at birth. Mutual respect, trust and communication with time and effort strengthen the resolve of a family. Support enriches gratefulness and furthers the chance of success. This encompassing love and respect builds moral and drives all members to be better. Finally, the feeling of accomplishment brings the family close together under a common belief system and i.e. “anythings possible as long as you have your family by your side”. There may be no such thing as a perfect family, but when you go hand in hand with the people that never make you feel alone, every moment becomes perfect.

The best moments are those when you spent time with your family. Listening and participating in matters that may require you insight, or your father’s wisdom, your mother’s compliance and co-operation from siblings. All in all if these moments bring smile to every one’s face, then those moments need to be cherished, recorded and remembered for years to come because family is the only thing that you turn to in crisis.

If I had to pick one person that has loved me in a remarkable way, it would have to be my sister she has always been there for me in every way possible. This makes me feel happy because I know that she really values my opinion as not only a sister, but a best friend as well. I’m so blessed to have a sister and a best-friend because she loves me for who I am, and always sticks up for me like sisters should. Blessed are those who have sisters. I have more than more than three.

To me, family means putting your arms around each other and being there in every situation of life, my family is god gift for me. We all belong to a family and it is our family that keeps us together through thick and thin. Without having a family, no person is complete and the completeness comes with good family bonding. A strong foundation for any individual comes from being with a supportive family.

Marriages are made in heaven and celebrate on earth. Marriages and Memories are incomplete if you are a part of nuclear family. I have always been a part of joint family. Unfortunately,my family is not on Face-book. Not a single person from my family background who can watch what crap I do on Face-book and other social media.  The reason why I keep certain things personal to me. College is over,things are over. I am Free, everyone is. Most of the the time I stalk people’s profile on Face-book and co-relate myself with people around me. I find it interesting and worth doing. It helps to enhance your self analysis skills. It teaches you a lot,not only to adjust yourself with the external world but also to develop your inter personal skills. People inspire you or they drain you,its unto you how you learn and grow accordingly. The girl in the pix is truly an inspiration. Unfortunately,I am a graduate(so-called :P) from batch 2010-2014.But still I follow her sayings and thoughts right from the beginning of my college,the use of “The Abhinav Jain” and “The Prachi Jain” and obviously “Love Stories” and many more similarities. Even if someone ask me how to be like,yes I want to be like her,name-fame-success, the perfect trio. She is my senior and I respect her a lot. This post is dedicated to her and for her better future. More to come in my next post. Wait until I stalk her other beautiful pictures from her portfolio.

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Best Memories

Red light on the crowded square
Reminds me to stop
And I do.
I stop my mind too
I go to places
Which were left unattended
I check the vegetables
In my mind’s kitchen garden
And see them grow with pride
I go to the long forgotten river
And dip my feet
And talk to her
Of the time which was passed
She cajoles me to get more into it
And I slowly inhale the passing wind
I take a dip, I remain under it
And see the water flow as it is !
I hug her, bid a goodbye .
I go to my kids childhood
And see them grow
I love them again the way I used to
Saving the best memories
In the heart
I select the sad ones
and discard .
I embrace them,
I whisper lullabies.
I turn back with
Loving heart
I run to the square again
I hear horns beep
I reach to the crowded square
And see the green light
I move, I pass
A part left at the red light
I start running again
To the places I don’t recognize.