Showing posts with label words. Show all posts
Showing posts with label words. Show all posts

Dec 8, 2013

Memories of the year that’s about to end

2013 has been a wonderful year, and I feel that there is no better way to start the Write Tribe festival than to write down seven wonderful memories of this year.

1. 8th January, 2013 my niece was born. She is an apple of my eye. I have never loved kids as such until I saw her. I adore her. She is the only person in the world whom I love even when she is naughty.

2. We celebrated my uncle’s 25th marriage anniversary and my niece’s baby shower back to back. It was so much fun. One of the best weeks I had.

3. April, 2013 I began blogging. Once again. It felt wonderful. I began with a lot of apprehensions but received plenty compliments and encouragement to continue.

4. This summers, I got inked. I carry a tattoo that says Love Faith Hope.

5. I completed two successful years at work. I resigned earlier this year, but thankfully I stayed back.

6. I met someone fabulous. No, not all people we meet remain with us for all our lives but little time that we spend with those wonderful people changes our life.

7. My best friend got married. It was a mixed feeling to see a friend who sat next to me in school, sitting next to the guy she got married to.

I hope 2013 has been a good year for you too and 2014 brings more happiness in all our lives.

What is your favorite memory of 2013?

This post is written for Write Tribe's festival of words 2. Theme for day 1 is Memories.

Linking it to NaBloPoMo.

Oct 10, 2013

Letter unsent - Feelings I never penned

Dear R,

When exactly you came in my life, I don’t remember. All I do remember is how slowly, eventually I started admiring you. Every time I saw you, you were in those same clothes inside that same box.

I started to admire you as I began to understand your work. There were many who admired you back then, and there are many now. People talked about you fondly. They had respect for your job and your excellence at your work.

You did falter at times, but I always believed that it was just not a good day. I captured every glimpse, kept a part of every appearance in my small note book. Your silent face and subtle smile, had captured my heart.

When I grew a bit more independent, I attempted to get into the box to have a closer look. But you were in center of the box and I realized that I could probably not be inside the box.

One morning I read that you were getting married. My heart shrunk. But what could I do, I couldn’t have stopped you, I was a child and you were out of my reach.

My best moment came when I met you. Just for a moment, when you appeared amongst all the lights and camera and shook my hand. An autograph from you made me day (actually week).

Slowly, eventually I understood. Probably that’s about growing up. You reduced your responsibilities, resulting in lesser appearances.

A few days back you were in discussion once again. They said that it was your last appearance. The discussed your clothes, that blue jersey of Indian Cricket team. They call you “The wall” and they cheer for you “Dravid”.

All I want to tell you that we will miss your appearance in that box, the so called “idiot box”. Many of us really had a big time crush on you.

This post is written as a part of Letter unsent at write tribe.

Oct 6, 2013

Heartbreaking confusion - 55 fiction

He had come to talk to her for the moment they shared. He had felt something special and wanted to ask if she felt the same.  He heard her talking and paused. She said “It was just bliss”. He mistook it for “It was just a kiss”.

He thought he got his answer and left.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

This weeks prompt - 

She said ____. He mistook it to be ____.

The words used in the blanks have to rhyme and your post should revolve around the confusion thus created as a result of the miscommunication.

Sep 20, 2013

Survival for underprivileged and orphan children

Once again in my life I came across a situation where I met a girl whose future was endangered. An orphan at the age of six, this girl landed at my house seeking job at when she was nine year old through a reference.

Torn between the ideology and the reality, my mother reluctantly agreed to give her a job that fetched her two meals, provided her with a safe housing and in addition an assurance to education.

When I met her, working in my house, which mainly included playing with my niece and ensuring that she is not engaged in chewing something wrong, my first reaction was rage at my mother on hiring a child labor.

However, my mother told me her entire story and calmed me down. I, working in the social responsibility field, could still not allow this till this was a last option.

I did a quick Google search on help that is available for orphans and child labors. There were a few NGOs working in this sector. A small verification told me that they received very little grant and several layers of authorities make it impossible for any government money to reach there. On top of it, general conditions in many such NGOs is pitiable and children often try to escape.

Staying with relatives for orphaned children, often results in no education and especially in case of girls it is more so. In addition, staying in these slums without their parents makes these kids vulnerable to sexual abuse.

I often question that in absence of any social security and government run mass programs for orphans, what does future hold for these children?

Please let me know if you know any remarkable organization which is really doing a commendable job beyond capital cities.

This is my post for my project Blog for a cause.

Sep 7, 2013

Seven unique characterstics of Delhi

I am quite upset about the end of this festival. I have had a great time writing and reading. But today, I don’t feel like writing at all. Keeping in mind that this is the last post for the festival I decided to go a little expressive about the city I have come to love even after its unique characterstics that amuse me.

This is a personal list, so I hope I am not offending anyone.

Sep 4, 2013

Seven things that I hate in myself

Or I’ll put it like this…seven things I am trying to change in me.

More than once, I blame my nature and behavior to my zodiac sign. I am a Leo and being one I have certain good and bad issues with my personality. There are a few without which my life would be happier. Probably listing them down and getting to read will help.

Sep 1, 2013

Seven things I need to remember for a happy living

This is a festival of words, festival of seven. Seven is a unique number. Seven is a lucky number. Seven in many cultures is an auspicious number. It took God seven days to create the world. There are seven wonders in the world. There are seven deadly sins. James Bond favorite number is 007. I have lists of favorite seven.

For this festival of seven I will write my seven posts as follows –

1. Seven things I need to remember for a happy living.
2. Seven people I love/admire.
3. Seven places I want to travel to.
4. Seven things I hate about myself.
5. Seven things that I can’t stand.
6. Seven arguments for and against my country.
7. Seven interesting things about Delhi.

They probably won’t be in the same order, but here is the first.

Seven things I need to remember for a happy living