Story of a Girl, who dreamt of flying High . . .

It was 11.35 in night. 

Her husband was already slept. Parents-in-law were about to complete their

 half sleep. 

She was still awake.. as a habit of every year.. waiting for 12 am.. her 

birthday to start.. 

Those were the days, when she was in college, then in job, birthdays were 

always special for her, since childhood.. First late night party with friends 

and shouting loud when clock showed 12.. then next day pooja at home, 

with a lunch party for some close relatives, all her wishes fulfilled by maa-papa, bhaiya-bhabhi in evening shopping and lately her favorite domino's pizza in dinner..

Next full day again birthday wishes from colleagues, close friends at work.. 

group lunch.. sometimes the number of cakes she cut on her birthday 

touched half a dozen.. and gifts and wishes.. always uncountable.. 

And, suddenly, her mobile rang.. she came out of her thought's sea.. 

It was 12..

Messages from friends and old colleagues started ringing.. all wanted to 

know how she was celebrating her first birthday post-wedding.. 

What would she tell everyone.. Everything happened in last 8 months was 

moving in her eyes.. From the day she got married.. to the day her husband 

first slapped her in a family party.. every word her mother-in-law said 

cursing her and her parents.. each time her sister-in-law insulted her in 

front of uneducated friends.. every torture.. every tear.. every time she 

shattered.. 

Beep-beep

Message from Maa.. Happy birthday my princess.. May you live thousands 

of years and Almighty bless you with all your desired wishes.. What you 

want as your birthday gift.. 

Could she wish anything for herself.. 

Why her wings were cut when she wanted to fly out..  for a new project,  for 

which her company was sending her to Amsterdam.. she wanted to live her dreams.. wanted to see the world.. to gain experiences.. 

But some relatives and her father's fear plus orthodox nature, and, here she 

was, lying beside a person who never cared for her presence, a family who 

never allowed her to match her level to even a household maid.. she laughed 

over herself.. maid has some self-esteem.. if maid doesn't get enough respect 

from any house, she can complain, argue and yess, can leave the home and 

choose a new one.. and she.. what about her.. 

She didn't feel like replying anyone.. At least she could let others think or 

imagine the grand celebrations of the day.. 

Sleep hugged her around 3:45 in morning.. Next day, a cold birthday wish 

from husband and.. and nothing.. nothing happened.. When everyone slept 

in night, she wrote a text to her mother..

Maa.. I don't want any birthday gift this year and nothing further

 on my birthdays. I wish I could tell you everything that I have 

been through in these 8 months.. I wish you were here to wipe 

my tears and protect your doll.. I wish you could take me away 

from this world which doesn't approve or appreciate my 

existence.. I wish you were able to make dad understand that it 

was not right decision for my life.. I wish you could have stopped bhaiya and bhabhi when they were asked to leave home in blame 

of going against dad's decision.. I wish you could have asked me 

to come back to my home if I was not happy.. I wish.. 

But.. I don't have any wish.. 

Or I have one.. 

Just one thing.. 

Maa, please change back my status to single, if you can.. 

Sent

No reply

For next 3 days, she didn't hear from her mom or anyone in family.. On 4th 

day, she dared to call her mom, no discussion about her message, she 

waited for her response, days went on, but no mention.. On 16th day, she 

finally asked her mom if she has read her message sent on her birthday.. 

Mom said that someone was knocking at the door and cut down the phone.. 

She was shocked, surprised or didn't know how to feel or react.. Did she 

has a home.. Did she belong to anyone.. Who's she.. She became more silent 

than ever.. Stopped expecting from life.. or anyone.. Calls from her family 

were getting less in number.. She compromised with life.. 

Days.. weeks.. and then, months passed 

4 months later, it was again lonely night.. 11.45 pm.. Husband and in-laws already in sleep.. And, she, was waiting for 12 am, her first anniversary day 

to start.. 

11:59 pm

Messages started beeping.. 

Suddenly, doorbell rang.. 

She got scared, but didn't dare to wake her husband up from sleep.. Went to 

open the door.. His bhai and bhabhi were standing out.. Happily, she opened

 the door..

Greets and hugs

But, strange, no anniversary wishes.. 

They insisted her to come with them.. To an apartment.. May be his 

brotherives here after leaving dad's place.. Her bhabhi guided her to a room..

 A new dress, new jewelery, her favorite perfume, and a sexy pair of stilettos.

She was confused, was she going to attend a surprise anniversary party 

without her husband.. She got ready.. Wow.. She didn't remember when she 

last got ready like this.. Beautiful she looked.. 

Bhabhi came to get her, soon they headed to a dark room.. As she entered, 

every corner lit up.. Decorated beautifully.. Her dream theme.. And, here 

they are, her parents, she felt something bitter inside, but avoided it. She 

hugged her parents half-heartedly.. Dad handed her a present box.. Wasn't 

that gift enough for life that she received last year on same day.. Not in a 

mood to create a scene, she took it and kept aside.. After multiple insists, 

she opened the box.. And, there was a card, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR PRINCESS 

She looked her parents in a tiff, it's not my birthday, it's my bullshit 

anniversary, she wanted to shout.. 

Still, controlling her emotions, she picked the card, and there was her job appointment letter, from 1st of next month, from the same company, 

same post, same project still waited for her to fly.. 

She wanted to cry.. 

Controlled.. 

And, the box was still not empty.. below her appointment letter, there was.. 

her heart skipped a beat.. Divorce Papers..

Freedom 

Her wings

And, all shouted together, Happy Birthday 

And, she cried, cried her heart out.. 

It was a new birth of her.. 

A new birth of her dreams.. 

A new birth of her beliefs..

Daily Quote #11

Experience in Life is the best teacher, one can ever get. It teaches us those lessons of life that no one else can tell !!

Daily Quote #10

#inspirational #relationships #understanding

Let's celebrate this Navratri differently

Navratri, a festival of 9 days dedicated to Goddess Durga. India is a country where people celebrate many kinds of festivals and enjoy, but they forget the depth of the reason of the festivals.

They do celebrate Navratri, will fast for 9 days for Godess Durga ji, will do Kanya poojan on that day, but will not learn to respect the women around them. They just know to perform the rituals. After the festival is over all respect and humanity goes away.

They will never learn to respect daughters, daughter-in-law, sisters, or girls and especially will behave the weirdest on a girl child born. Why? They answer to this why is really difficult to search and understand. But this is one of the very harsh fact of our society.

The culture prevailing in our society is such that they do not want girl child born in their family but do need girls at many points. One such is Kanya Poojan(without which Navratri Pooja is not considered complete).

They never want to encourage girl child but they do need daughter-in-laws when they have to marry/sell their so called "King" like sons. Though they will not respect their daughter-in-law even for a day after marriage. And when they know she is about to give birth to a girl child, they are even ready to do anything (kill the unborn or the lady giving birth, at some places people do even more worse).

Even though our country has so many examples of girls reaching so far from boys and doing best in almost all fields today, still deep inside our society's culture, there lies a vast discrimination between a Girl and Boy even in the same family.

This navratri lets take a pledge to stop anyone seeing being cruel to such activities and mark a change and clean garbage from minds of people promoting these kinds of activities. Be it in our home, family, neighbours or relatives. Lets make people learn of what wrong they are doing to our country.

I wish the coming generation will definitely move forward and make a step.

#stopfemalefoeticide #stopbeingcruel #respectfemales #respectdaughters #respectdaughter-in-laws #respectwife #respectmothers #respectsisters #stopDowry

Have a great Navratri. Jai Mata Di !

LOHRI , a festival with multiple origins

There are many origins of Lohri: 

Main theme of Lohri : 

• The belief that Lohri is the cultural celebration of the winter solistice
• According to folk lore, in ancient times Lohri was celebrated on the eve of winter solstice day. 
• It is for this reason that people believe day light is meant to increase from the day after Lohri when the sun starts its northward journey. 
• Accordingly, the day after Lohri is celebrated as Maghi Sangrand from when the days are meant to start getting longer. 
• People believe nights gradually shorten "by the grain of one sesame seed" once the winter solstice passes.

Bonfire:

• A key feature of Lohri is the bonfire. 
• Lighting of the fire has been common in winter solstice festivals throughout time and the world. 
• It signifies the return of longer days.
• The bonfire is an ancient tradition,forming a key part of Lohri traditions.

Lohri and harvest festival:

• Cut sugarcane

Semisolid sugar cane juice drying in another pan for preparation of Jaggery.
Lohri is traditionally associated with the harvest of the rabi crops.The traditional time to harvest sugarcane crops is January and therefore, Lohri is seen by some to be a harvest festival.

• Food

Punjabi Sarson da Saag and Makki di roti, radish, Jaggery (Gur), ground nuts (peanuts), Sesame seeds (til).

It is traditional to eat Gajak, Sarson da saag with Makki di roti, radish, ground nuts and jaggery. The tradition to eat saag on Lohri and Maghi has been ongoing since time immemorial.It is also traditional to eat "til rice" which is made by mixing jaggery, sesame seeds and rice.

Other legends of the origin of Lohri festival:

• Some people believe that Lohri has derived its name from Loi, the wife of Saint Kabir. 
• There is a legend amongst some people that Lohri comes from the word 'loh', which means the light and the warmness of fire. 
• Lohri is also called lohi in rural Punjab. 
• According to another legend Holika and Lohri were sisters. 
• While the former perished in the Holi fire, the latter survived with Prahlad. Eating of til (sesame seeds) and rorhi is considered to be essential on Lohri day. 
• Perhaps the words til and rorhi merged to become tilorhi, which eventually got shortened to Lohri.

Other parts of India: 
Lohri coincides with the festivals of :

• Pongal, 
• Bhogali 
• Bihu and 
• Bhogi.

Festivals in other countries:

• Stonehaven Fireballs Ceremony 2003:

Winter solstice festivals have been incorporated into other festivals which are celebrated in various regions around the world. The festival of Yule is observed during Christmas celebrations whereby a log is burnt to commemorate the winter solstice.

• Hogmanay:

The festival of Hogmanay is celebrated on new year’s day. The fire festival of Stonehaven in Scotland is the direct descendant of lighting winter solstice bonfires. Another event is observed every 11 January when the flaming Clavie (a barrel full of staves) is carried round in Burghead and is wedged on the Doorie Hill. When it is burnt out, people take the smouldering embers to bring good luck for the coming year.

• Any festival with Punjabi origin seems incomplete without a song. There are many songs for this festival. But one of the famous songs of them is :

Lohri famous song:

                                                        Sunder mundriye ho!

Tera kaun vicharaa ho!

Dullah Bhatti walla ho!

Dullhe di dhee vyayae ho!

Ser shakkar payee ho!

Kudi da laal pathaka ho!

Kudi da saalu paata ho!

Salu kaun samete!

Chache choori kutti! zamidara lutti!

Zamindaar sudhaye!

Bade bhole aaye!

Ek bhola reh gaya!

Sipahee far ke lai gaya!

Sipahee ne mari itt!

Sanoo de de Lohri, te teri jeeve jodi!

(Cry or howl!)

Bhaanvey ro te bhaanvey pitt!

                                                      H A P P Y    L O H R I . . . 

DailyQuote #9

" One beautiful heart is better than "thousands" of beautiful faces,
So be sharp and choose beautiful hearts rather than faces. . . "

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A moral story: "A Young Boy . . . "

A young boy enters a barber shop and the barber whispers to his Customer,

“This is the dumbest kid in the world. Watch while I prove it to you.”

The barber puts a five rupee coin and 2 in the other, then calls the boy over and asks,

“Which do you want, son?”

The boy takes the two one rupee coins and leaves.

“What did I tell you?” said the barber. “That kid never learns!”

Later, when the customer leaves, he sees the same young boy coming out of

the ice cream store. “Hey, son! May I ask you a question?

Why did you take two one rupee coins instead of five rupee coin?”

The boy licked his cone and replied,

“Because THE DAY I TAKE THE FIVE RUPEE COIN, THE GAME IS OVER

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Moral: When you think the other person is dumb, you are making a fool of yourself !

Daily Quote #8

"Believe nothing, no matter where you read it, or who said it, no matter if I have said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense."

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Beautiful Bhajan from Krishna's diary . . .

O Kaanha ab to murli ki, madhur suna do taan
O Kaanha ab to murli ki, madhur suna do taan

Main hu teri, prem deewani, mujhko tum pehchaan
madhur suna do taan,

O kaanha ab to murli ki, madhur suna do taan

Jabse tum sang maine apne, naina jod liye hai
Kya maiya kya babul sabse, rishte thod liye hai

Tere milan ko, vyakul hai ye, kabse mere praan

madhur suna do taan

O kaanha, ab to murli ki, madhur suna do taan

Saagar se bhi gehari mere, prem ki geheraai
lok laaj Kul ki mariyada, saj kar main toh aayee

Meri preeti se, o nirmohi, ab na bano anjaan
madhur suna do taan

O kaanha ab to murli ki, madhur suna do taan

Main hu teri, prem deewani, mujhko tum pehchaan
madhur suna do taan, madhur suna do taan
madhur suna do taan

Another speedily growing business: Psychiatrist

With the growing technological world, its become so easy to connect to more number of people around the world. It has become so easy to keep in contact with our family/friends even how far they may be. Its so easy to increase and have a good social circle.

But, thanks to our growing ego, fights, disputes, jealousy that we have gone so far from the ones who are so near to us.

And with time, this distance increases so much that now people don't feel comfortable opening their heart in-front of the people they know or they pretend to be close to.

And slowly and slowly they make themselves fall with another speedily growing these days: Stress, Depression, Loneliness.

And then finally comes the time to contact a "Psychiatrist", who being unknown is supposed to listen to the problems and disputes going on inside our heart. 

Its very saddening, we should have used technologies in a better way. Even the person or the team developing these technologies should have first thought that these would be used for some betterment. but with the advantages comes disadvantages along.

All these new discoveries, might have reduced the distance with the ones that are far away but have certainly increased the distance from the ones who are the nearest.

There is definitely a big problem when a person is with you, you can see him/her daily, you can talk to him/her daily and still feels lonely and not comfortable to talk to you and comes a need to contact a Psychiatrist. 

Its start of ending humanity from the world.

Flow of Unexpected Expectations . . .

As a kid, I was always concerned about the percentage of marks I would score in secondary and senior secondary examinations. 
I thought that the society will always classify me on the basis of these figures. 

Soon, I grew old to realize that these marks will have very minute repercussions on my existence. I was told that it is the rank in the IIT examinations which matters the most. Until I reached the college, my local universe was segregated on the basis of JEE ranks. 

But, during the first week after I landed in my college, I was enlightened with the fact that final grades (CGPA) are the only thing that can dissolve all my previous sins—the only practical thing which I should bet upon. I worked hard to get good grades, till the placement season started. Unfortunately, all my previous assumptions went wrong during those 2-3 months, and everything percolated to packages and companies. During the placement session, irrespective of the nicknames and crazy graduation histories, everyone is treated as a single dimension vector with his package as the unit vector. 

After one year of struggle in jobs, I realized that there is more to explore to like MBA, GRE, Career, Dreams… blah, blah.

Just when I thought I was about to decode all the philosophical dimensions of human identity, the universe threw a complex, insolvable dimension on me—honeymoon photos of my friends on Facebook. 

Marks, packages, career, dreams, and everything else sound so superfluous to me now. I am forced to categorize people on the basis of their honeymoon destinations.

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