dincharya

A lovely smell, diapers getting changed, sounds of baby weep, and the voice of my mother,” Reema, get up; time to feed” constitute my days. Since it’s my mother who is doing the real care-taking, I am mostly just a witness to her hard work. I have also undertaken hard work – I sleep 12 to 15 hours a days, and have put on five kilograms.

FACEBOOK. Oh(!) And how can I forget facebook!!! My sole savior… I am aware of each like and/or comment and/or message as it appears. This piece of information should help serve the purpose of telling the number of hours I spend on facebook. These, by the way, are mostly surrounding old pictures and/or occasional chat with someone. Nothing ‘meaningful’…

Something I am glad about is Tripta dai; my second, but less intense savior. Being a new mother, my body has been betraying me. I am suddenly finding it difficult, no, impossible, to bathe and dress on my own. Hence, the help. This dai comes, massages, bathes and dresses me. Does the same for my baby, and, leaves. Two hours of mental stability, structure and purpose!

That’s it about my days… a couple of things to add :

1. RARELY. I repeat, RARELY I pick up a book called “Effective Counselling” because I am passionate about counseling.

2. MORE rarely, I am sought by someone in the form of a counselor.


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Cheers...! :)
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Mice Ice

When I was in 3rd standard, we used to have a lot of mice in our home. Situated amongst in many big houses,and,being itself huge and surrounded by lawns,entry of mice was, but expected.we used to buy 5-6 mouse traps and place them around the most visited corners.it was always a cause of celebration whenever any mouse got trapped.
My mother,who,is a very creative, novel and,yet,novice(wink) person,one fine day picked up my oil colors, brushes,color kit. Brimming with excitement she dipped the brush into white colour. Within the next 20 minutes, the mouse had a striped tail... some bluish, brownish, and, then shimmering white stripes.
Yeah, it does sound foolishly stupid, ranky, and irrational fun, but, we were in squeals. Some 10 mice later (who were all, mind you, ‘edited’), the craze had just begun to wear off. To show a fuller picture, the mice arely got released nearby our house. Striped or not, healthy or lean, ALL of them were taken to a far off place (within the city, though) for their freedom. You don’t want rodents back...
It was a Tuesday, the weekend had been sort of melodramatic with four mice released after modifications and beauty sessions. My friends and myself were sitting in the garden of our school, sun overhead, most of us done with lunch boxes. Kanika, a sincere friend, suddenly brought up the issue of mice. As all of us shared our troubles and sorrows related to the rodent family, she further added that her house was being haunted by totally new and hitherto unseen breed of mice... They seemed to be striped... On hindsight I recalled... Her place was far off from mine, though, ahem, within the city.

Then There was Another Pilagiarization ;)

My love is like an ocean

It goes down so deep

My love is like a rose

Whose beauty you want to keep.



My love is like a river

That will never end

My love is like a dove

With a beautiful message to send.



My love is like a song

That goes on and on forever

My love is like a prisoner

It's to you that I surrender.

THE COLLECTION?

You need a man, a man like me,
Together we will sail across the sea.

You need a man who doesn't run away in fright,
You need a man that will stay with you all night.

You need a man that will call you his queen,
You need a man strong enough to be king.

Cast off your so-called man, he knows not how to treat you right,
Cast off your so-called man, he's a baited hook you shouldn't bite.

I'm your man, your knight in shining armor,
I'm your man, who will treat you with honor.

You need a man that will make you heart sing,
You need a man whose name doesn't make your ears ring.

Summer is short, winter is long,
But all year you make my heart throng.

Others have sipped of your sweet nectar,
Only I though can be your protector.

When you get bored, remember me,
One call from you and I will surrender to thee.

My heart is my biggest prize,
I melt when I look into your eyes.

Give me a chance and you won't believe,
How good I can actually be.

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Love is like a lump of gold,
Hard to get, and hard to hold.
Of all the girls I've ever met,
You're the one I can't forget.
I do believe that God above,
Created you for me to love.
He chose you from all the rest,
Because he knew I would love you best.

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I lead a full life,
But my life is empty without someone to share it with.

I have no one to console with,
I have no one to be with,
I have no one to hold.

I have no reason to continue,
I have no smile to come to,
I have no love.

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Pee-Lai-Gia-Rized

You are my poison,
You are my sweet.
You are a toxin,
You are good enough, too.
You have gutted my heart,
You have filled it too.
And when we're apart,
I miss you.

Give me your best,
Give me the worst.
Give me all of you,
To quench my thirst.

Saaya ... Dragonfly!

Dragonfly
I saw this movie much against the immediate circumstances: Then since am much into supernatural events and enjoy watching such movies; Taking to ‘DragonFly’ was, but, natural. The protagonist seems justified in her desire to serve flood victims. However, the husband finds it impractical. The sweet lady, after all should be caring for her foetus... She’s pregnant.
They see each other for the last time when she decide to go anyhow, and ends up getting stuck in a flood prone (Oh, should mention the Hindi replica “saaya” of this movie) – Both are good! Area.
The fun part begins when the hero spots signs and indication of her presence... Unthreatening yet desperate~~
He shows the concern to widow next door (Who, to be coldly judgemental, makes for a sexy-wiling-young woman in the Hindi flick, but, some zombie type of elderly lady in the flick being Reviewed).
Enjoyment is embedded in some scenes of the paediatrics ward and some wishy-wooshy stories narrated by the hospital staff, minors admitted, and, the ex employee nurse nun: though sounds ‘filmy’ (pun intended), most of the shots are reality-encompassing and palatable since direction is VERY sincere (Though I can’t, again, hide the stubborn melodrama inserted into the Hindi version...
Take time to watch since the juicy meaty stuff doesn’t show early on.
Pls see

OLD~- GOLD

Old Age...
It was my first year, ‘Lady Sri Ram’ BA in Psychology... and Boy was I happy. My deep seated interest, perhaps for the comfort scene that it symbolizes, was to get hired at an old age home as a counsellor. Though now it makes me think... Is there an automatic presumption here that senior citizens need support? Let’s see...
The first teacher I truly humbly loved at LSR was Parul ma’am. Take me back someone! (*sniffs loud*)...she took General Psychology and introduced me to the term – Gerontology. Studies about old people.
I didn’t explore any further, not because seemingly I lost interest(?)... But because the fast turmoil that finding direction can sometimes become... simply sticking to syllabus and day-to-day work was accomplishment enough. As a psychology graduate 6 years later, my agenda here indeed, is to just dedicate an article to heavenly ideas that my mother sometimes devise!
She takes it that since the real work of parents finishes when the kids take smilingly to their OWN lives, anything that comes n the way of settling couples and parents needs to be tackled. No(!), PLEASE don’t just presume that she is being All-super good since her idea seems to reflect the Western world’s “I’d rather be own my own” stuff, mostly judged as ‘attitude’ or ‘individualistic’ arenas. Ahem.
So what exactly should this refer? This is to convey that should any sincere newly wed couple, so to say the ‘newer generation’, seek to devote finer energy support to career and family (considering the hurdles even these seem to have become!), sitting and showing the positive side of shifting to an old age home might serve the purpose in less ‘inhumane’ fashion as depicted in most bollywood and even real-indian scene. This doesn’t undermine the sacred scene of joint families, the fun of seeing one’s grandkids everyday, and the simple availability of everyday elderly nick picks-cum-suggestions-cum-guidance... this is to highlight that some parents INDEED would prefer having their own-like company, sharing black-and-white screen days, making efforts to stay active (which could get overshadowed by fast urban life often seen as ‘better’), making an assumption that their kids are indeed comfortably set into their schedules and serving nation and community as offshoots of their sincere hardwork.
Thanks everyone for taking time to read the undeveloped nestling hovering idea... Since the ‘empty nest syndrome’ seems to have been chirped about way too often- to see the other side of coin. Thanks!