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I was trying to tell the Ramayana's nut shell version to my daughter. The attention span is ten min and then its the next story. So as i was doing a marathon run with my story she stopped me at one point. Amma " you say Sita Devi gave her hair clip to hanuman as identity card ... so what will she do to clip her hair? " For those of you who are trying to understand where hair clip and identity card comes in vaalmiki ramayana, its the sundara gaantam. Sita Devi gives her choodamani to hanuman to be given to Rama. Choodamani as explained to my daughter was hair clip. I didn't think what Sita devi would do to tie up her hair if she gave away her clip. Did you?

I may not be correct when i ask this question.. why so many write-ups on women.? BUT i guess its on a visible increase for those who read a lot online. Recently, as recent as one month long now, I have started spending a little time on generic reads online mostly on links directed from face book news feeds. At least over the last six days there are articles on women who have gone through rough times in the hands of men in many different circumstances. Agreed men are strange and can be tough to deal with simply because they are THE MEN, but these overtly descriptive and candid write ups on what all happened in a girl's life and how she came out shining makes me wonder... where is the mistake really..all mis-behaviors as women write seem directed in the lady's favor. Are all men bad? Definitely not. One of the articles i read spoke about a girl who thought she needed to know IT all before her wedding night. She has tried many boys and now writes about her emotions being pl...

"10:28 P.M is no earthly time to call up anyone" says my mind for it has been groomed that way since my childhood. "11:00 P.M is no good time for a bath" says Indian ancient medicine. "10:30 P.M  is not the right time to eat" says general medicine. "11:00 P.M is not a good time to read " says the energy level studies. But coming to think of it, I find peace and quiet to do all these only at these unearthly hours... I am wondering if all the strict disciplines that I grew up with will ever come back? Some nice principles from my childhood : 1. Never visit anyone or call up anybody after 8:00 P.M unless it is extremely important. 2. Eat on time and sleep early. 3. Do not sleep until the sun rays brighten the room every morning. 4. Sunday is no different from the other days in terms of "early to bed" and "early to rise". 5. Bathe only during the Sun's working hours. 6. Read moderately and well within the rou...

What's in a Good Night Kiss?? I kissed my birthday girl good night after she slept off today with prayers and lots of 'Down the memory lane' thoughts. She  smiled beautifully, although faintly. I am sure she slept off and I still cant stop wondering how she knew the kiss. Somewhere I have read, Kiss your children good night even if they are asleep. They surely know. Back then, I didn't realize that it could be true, but today I did!!! Learnt this : Never miss an opportunity to say love, hug close, and shower kisses on your children. They are the only reasons why you stay grounded most of the time amidst life's rides.

Searing pain in the lower back moving to the center of the belly, Heavy belly so much so its difficult to walk, Steep ramp making you wonder why ramps are built, Heavy traffic of one cycle making you think why this cyclist has to come in your way... All these happened when I was in labor one year ago. Labor pains started just about early that morning.... And when I stepped inside the hospital, the next thing I knew was the labor board and then the next timing I knew was mid day when my baby boy arrives in a small bundle.... All that fight in the labor room and all the smiles of the victorious doctors made me smile slightly. The aftermath was tough to cope with and when all was wrong with me, the doctors said, " yes this is what is expected!!! Sleep well..We'll come after three hours to check on you." So saying, I was left alone to SLEEP when after all the struggle, physical and mental, I just couldn't close my eye lids. It was a total blank.. and then all hazy......

People buy tables and make sure that nothing is kept on it. People fix AC and make sure they cover themselves with a fleece blanket. People wear dresses and make sure that nothing is covered. People work out at the Gym and make sure that they don't leave any heavy, spicy, fatty, food item in any restaurant or bakery unexplored. People watch Television and make sure that their phone and computer is ON in parallel. People live in a gated community and make sure that they are alone, talk of privacy and definitely don't know their neighbours. People earn money and make sure they don't take time to enjoy their money and spends. People talk so much about life and make sure they don't live it to the fullest because of a hundred thousand reasons that each one may have. People talk so much about integrity and fake things because of identity crisis.

There is a series of tremors, I want to reword as terrors happening in Nepal. Even as I type this post, there are thousands of people suffering, thousands killed, hundreds lending helping hand... I go into the bathroom and I cant stop wondering what would the victims of the quake do for their basic needs. I switch on the computer and wonder what would the people in Nepal do without communication lines of any sort? I cut open the milk packet in the morning and wonder if people who have been victimized by the huge quake wouldn't feel like having any beverage in the morning? I cant help thinking of pregnant women, just born babies, young children, teenagers with lost dreams, old people, just married folks, and tourists in Nepal. I have seen the outline of Tsunami from the safety of my concrete house back in 2004 December. I cant help going back ten years in time and compare the wrath of the ocean with the wrath of the earth. It was so devastating and the back to back after sho...