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Thursday 19 February 2015

I "Pamper" her every night.Happiness is an internal feeling!




 Post written for Indi-Happy Hours "Bedtime Rituals" Pamper Baby Dry Pants
I "Pamper" her every night. Happiness is an internal feeling:)



Every home has a bedtime ritual. It may vary with each home though.
A pair of those piggy tails every night, one a little high, another  drooping....now  that’s fine(perfection is ruled out here –for Moms) and everyday her words “ I really don’t like this every night, you start playing with my hair, why don’t you cut my hair.” And I say “Ok cut it when you grow up" All punched into the pink satin ribbon, soft, clean and tidy. I feel good, she feels better. Her comfort..... My relief.

Bed Time Ritual ..I better get away from Mumma



There at the end of that little corner, just on the top of the  sink, there is  an old shelf  and that pink colored  cup holding colorful bristles, they laugh, they smile every night when they see her coming, holding them every night, her expressions  covered underneath her little palm, rubbing,wrestling with those eyes, mouth wide open to greet  the 10th yawn in 10 seconds " I don’t like brushing at night,Mumma!” But then I tell her “Do you want to have your teeth to stay awake all night fighting bacteria or do you want them to glisten and sleep just like you, she says “Yes, I want them to smile while I dream."
I smile at my dreams too and they smile back




The soft pink pyjamas tucked beside the bed could drag me from my mundane ordeal and fill me up with  a gentle sway but my little daughter had all those naughty plans to glance at the pair and say “I don’t want to change; I want to sleep as it is.” And I say “ Do you want your feet and body to wake up all night, and then do all the hard work for you or do you want to enable them to just be like light summer breeze and she says “ I want to hug the breeze and fly in my dreams all light, all night."


I fly in my dreams too...if its a sweet sleep...all light, all night

 And then I just go down the memory lane when I used  to be a new Mom who would battle down every day with  new rituals, being Mommy for the  first time was not a child’s play but nights were all  child’s play. I used to lift her soft cotton like back, put on the “miracle wonder tool” tie it gently down her squishy, cushy skin, with a lullaby and a gentle look in my eyes murmuring softly “My princess you are in safe hands now, you can play all night.” I know she would be taken care of and I knew I too would be. Thanks:) Few things just make your  life a little smooth, a little gentle, a little relaxed....by absorbing all your "Worries".

I love being "Pampered"


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Monday 16 February 2015

Life is all about living "Befikar"



This post is written for Indi-Happy Hours! Befikar Umar Bhar
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The whole catch lies in the word “Befikar” that too for the entire life.
Like a baby cuddled inside the blanket and fed when hungry that’s being “Befikar”or just like those naughty feet  going berserk  but  being “Befikar” that Dad has strong arms and then  indulging in  an unpardonable  act but then cuddling underneath “Ma” s "Godi" with a sigh of relief  “Ab main befikar umar bhar

And I would have just umpteen number of things which I wish to do if I would be assured "Be Befikar". A gentle voice, comforting hands, and a robust shoulder to say “Befikar reh umar bhar” now who would do that for me.....may be God or may be my excellent fanciful visions  would create someone like that in a fantasy land....not bad.

5 thing or 5 wishes which would stack my bucket would-be

1. A crazy whacky holiday spree to some exotic location and the real “Befikar” gift would start with “Free” zones.  Life is a wonderful  journey if the best things would all be “free” with “free holidays” and surely  “Free “ minds (family and Employer). The list of places and the duration is another fantasy  and undoubtedly calls for a separate  wish bucket.



2. I would love to roam around the streets of India when ever my finicky self craves, denying the clock, rejecting the typical “safe zones” and mostly renouncing my gender. I want to roam “befikar” amidst the streets, dancing in the rain when I want to, sipping the hot cup of “chai “ all by myself  near by the local “ chai shop” in my own way,the way I am...... without being  glared and stared, without being coaxed, without being ensured “befikar” 






3. I want to smile, sing and just tell my daughter “ Oh beti, jee le apni zindagi.” You can have your day out or may be night out without me frowning and incessantly watching the clock until you return. Let me be “befikar” , let me regain my trust in humanity and morality. She can take care of herself and the world is a good place.




4.Let me be “befikar” about my health when I grow old, let me  be that gluttony self  when I see that “ Gulab jaamun or Rasgullas” without thinking of my medicine expenses and my bulging tummy.





5.Let me pursue my dreams “befikar”  whenever I want to live not being shackled or chained by all those mundane affairs. Let me sing around the mountains" Befikar”, let me explore the oceans “ Befikar” let me do scuba diving “ Befikar”, let me follow my dreams, my passions, without being chased by other affairs,that's where excellence gets trapped.... Roti, Kapda, Makaan and some of the best things if taken care of....every man would have been a "Genius" Living "Befikar" is living in the best form, in your  real essence, let me live “Befikar "that’s what life is  about. One life,one birth still so entrapped....is it living...even dreams are chained...let go reality;)



As humans we all deserve to be free.....free from all the worries, be it health,wealth, negative emotions, prejudices...the list is endless....lets be free, lets be" befikar" at least before we die for once. 
Live freely, freedom is living.

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Befikar umar bhar






The whole catch lies in the word “Befikar” that too for the entire life.
Like a baby cuddled inside the blanket and fed when hungry that’s being “Befikar”or just like those naughty feet  going berserk  but  being “Befikar” that Dad has strong arms and then   indulging in a n unpardonable  act but then cuddling underneath “Ma” s godi with a sigh of relief  “Ab main befikar umar bhar”

And I would have just umpteen number of things which I want to do if I would been taken care of. A gentle voice, comforting hands, and a robust shoulder to say “Befikr reh umar bhar” now who would do that for me.....may be God or may be my own imaginative quotient would create someone like that in a fantasy land....not bad.
5 thing or 5 wishes which would stack my bucket would-be
1. A crazy whacky holiday spree to some exotic location and the real “Befikar” gift would start with “Free” zones.   Life is a wonderful  journey if the best things would all be “free” with “free holidays” and surely  “Free “ minds (family and Boss) .The list of places and the duration is another fantasy  and undoubtedly calls for a separate  wish bucket.
2. I would love to roam around the streets of India when ever my finicky self craves, denying the clock, rejecting the typical “safe zones” and mostly renouncing my gender. I want to roam “befikar” amidst the streets, dancing in the rain when I want to, sipping the hot cup of “chai “  or may be near by the local “ chai shop” without being  glared and stared, without being coaxed, without being ensured “bifkaar”

3.I want to smile, sing and just tell my daughter “ Oh beti, jee le apni zindagi” You can have your day out without me frowning and incessantly watching the clock until you return.Let me “befikr” , let me regain my trust in humanity and morality.
4.Let me be “befikr” about my health when I grow old,let me  be that gluttony self  when I see that “ Gulab jaamun” without thinking of my medicine expenses and my bulging tummy.

5.Let me pursure my dreams “befikar”  whenever I want to live not being shackled or chained by all those mundane affairs.Let me sing around the mountains” bifikar” ,let me explore the oceans “ Befikar” let me do scuba diving “ Befikar”,let me live “Bifikar “that’s what life is all about.
As humans we are not even privilefged to these basic chores freely “Befikar”
Livefreely, freedom is living. Baki sab is just living for the sake of living.

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Befikar Umar Bhar
The whole catch lies in the word “Befikar” that too for the entire life "Umar Bhar"
Like a baby cuddled inside the blanket and fed when hungry that’s being “Befikar” or just like those naughty feet  going berserk  but  being “Befikar” that Dad has strong arms and then   indulging in an unpardonable  act but then cuddling underneath “Ma” s  'Godi' with a sigh of relief  “Ab main befikar umar bhar.”

And I would have just umpteen number of things which I want to do if I would been taken care of. A gentle voice, comforting hands, and a robust shoulder to say “Befikr reh umar bhar” now who would do that for me.....may be God or may be my own imaginative quotient would create someone like that in a fantasy land....not bad.


5 thing or 5 wishes which would stack my bucket would-be
1. A crazy whacky holiday spree to some exotic location and the real “Befikar” gift would start with “Free” zones.   Life is a wonderful  journey if the best things would all be “free” with “free holidays” and surely  “Free “ minds (family and Boss). The list of places and the duration is another fantasy  and undoubtedly calls for a separate  wish bucket.










2. I would love to roam around the streets of India when ever my finicky self craves, denying the clock, rejecting the typical “safe zones” and mostly renouncing my gender. I want to roam “befikar” amidst the streets, dancing in the rain when I want to, sipping the hot cup of “chai “  or may be near by the local “ chai shop” without being  glared and stared, without being coaxed, without being ensured “bifkaar”

3.I want to smile, sing and just tell my daughter “ Oh beti, jee le apni zindagi” You can have your day out without me frowning and incessantly watching the clock until you return.Let me “befikr” , let me regain my trust in humanity and morality.
4.Let me be “befikr” about my health when I grow old,let me  be that gluttony self  when I see that “ Gulab jaamun” without thinking of my medicine expenses and my bulging tummy.

5.Let me pursure my dreams “befikar”  whenever I want to live not being shackled or chained by all those mundane affairs.Let me sing around the mountains” bifikar” ,let me explore the oceans “ Befikar” let me do scuba diving “ Befikar”,let me live “Bifikar “that’s what life is all about.
As humans we are not even privilefged to these basic chores freely “Befikar”
Livefreely, freedom is living. Baki sab is just living for the sake of living.

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