The story of the missing ‘Atta’ Dabba

‘Where could the dabba with the semi-broken blue lid go?’, was the question I asked myself while scanning the fridge thoroughly. Since I had an early morning lecture, I kept the search process on hold and diverted my attention to boiling the milk and preparing tea. Luckily for me, the man of house is quite adjusting. Will go about with just tea today.

You could be wondering, what would the contents inside the apparently broken dabba be, to have bothered me so much; to which the answer is ‘atta’. We Indians, specially Gujjus love ‘rotlis’ and our lunch is incomplete without its consumption. Married to an accommodating and slightly health conscious Parsi Bawa, I make chapatis for his breakfast, every morning. In order to utilize my time efficiently, I have a habit of kneading and storing the dough for at least 2 days. I know, many of you would be like – ‘can’t you freshly knead the dough every day, it hardly takes few minutes’, but then the remaining of you, will resonate with why I do this! Let’s not debate over such a petty issue: as managing work, kitchen and other household chores, in this lockdown scenario is kind of a herculean task for many.

Anyways, the thought of where the kneaded dough could have gone, kept lingering all day long. Thinking hard, I kind of figured 3 possible options:

Option 1: I must have kept the dabba near the gas stove and the superwoman(maid) would have thought she has to take it home. (I am sure, a lot of us give our left-over food to them.)

Option 2: I must have kept the dabba close to the sink, and the superwoman would have got rid of it.(Dumped it in the dustbin)


If Option 1 is valid, why did the superwoman not confirm with me once, which she normally does, whenever I keep stuff for her to take.

If Option 2 is valid, why was the dabba not there in the dish rack with other vessels to dry?

May be as per Option 1, she wanted to confirm, but seeing me scolding the students, who keep playing the game of hide & seek in virtual lectures, she decided to no further trouble the angry lioness.

And as per Option 2, since she is a superwoman, she may have decided to get rid of the broken dabba after emptying the contents and hence, the dabba is missing from the dish rack.

Anyways, my answers would be solved only after checking with her the next morning.

Day 2 of The mystery of Missing ‘Atta’ Dabba continues!

Upon enquiry, the superwoman snapped back: “Dabba!! Mi nai bagitla. Barabar fridge madhi baga. Tikdej honar!” (I did not see the dabba. You better check the fridge properly; it must be there only.)

To prove her my searching skills, I once again scoured the fridge. Ta-Da, it was not there.

Me = 1, Superwoman = 0

Where could the dabba then go? I now had the only option to check with my pati-parmeshwar and seek his help to solve the mystery.

Since it was his work from home day, I waited for him to get up.

Unfortunately, by the time he got up, my online lectures had begun. The lectures that day, were scheduled all the way till noon. Post which, when I finally was to ask him, the doorbell rang and came along our neighbor’s son to play with his dearest uncle after finishing his online school.

Let me share a little background with you all, about this very observant and smart 6-year-old kid, whose second home in lockdown has been ours. There is no nook & corner of our house, the little one isn’t familiar with. From where I keep my toiletries, to which cabinet in the kitchen has what; everything is known to our so called adopted child. We could keep ourselves sane because of this little one, who loves playing board games as well as arm wrestling and boxing. He is our mini-workout mode.

Coming back to the conundrum of missing dabba. I was cutting fruits for the big and the small men of my house when the thought of the missing dabba flashed and I went to the living room to check about it with the parmeshwara. Unaware that the little one was paying keen attention to each of my words, I asked the big one, – “By any chance have you seen the dabba with blue lid on it? Or did I on mistake keep that in your lunch bag the other day?”. Apparently busy setting up the chess board for the little one and him to play, he nodded his head in denial.

Exasperated I yelled, “Where the hell are you atta ka dabba!”, to which this smart-pants (kiddo) said – “Aunty, I know where it is. Come, let me show you.”

A sense of relief and at the same time bewilderment appeared on both our faces. Our eyes did the talking. How could he know where the dabba could be? I mean yes, the kiddo is aware about every inch of the house, but such minute detail!!

Still confused, we both followed him to the kitchen and saw him open the cabinet door of where I normally keep the dabba (stainless steel) with some dry flour in it, that’s used for dusting rotis. Before I could explain to him that – bacha, I am looking for the dabba with dough in it, he pulled out something that left me speechless.

Perched on top of the stainless steel dabba, was the blue dabba with dough in it, laughing at my carelessness!!!!!!!

I mean: How, When & Why?

The little vigilant boy, thought that I was talking about the dry atta dabba and directed me to the place thinking aunty must have forgotten where she normally keeps, and unknowingly solves the mystery to the missing dough dabba. The word ‘atta’ & my ‘alert’ kiddo, saved and solved, respectively, this crazy puzzle for me,

To conclude, I realized that subconsciously I must have kept both the dabbas inside the cabinet the last time I made rotis and got busy with other work (online lectures).

Had it not been for this resourceful kiddo, it would have taken a day more for the mystery to solve as the cabinet would be stinking by then anyways.

The Blue Dabba

Dearest Mrs. Aarya Sareen

Ravishing, workcoholic and yummy mummy to three kids, you won our hearts with the introductory shot of hanging upside down. Highlighting the importance of being physically fit, you did motivate a lot of ladies viewing the series. Over the season, you have shown that working out and taking care of your body, gives a clear sense of vision; since the hormones are charged and active. It gives you the agility to be mentally strong.

Dive into the episodes, we can see what a wonderful, caring and practical mother, you had been. You told the younger son to not be afraid of this guy who was bullying him in the school and apparently face his fears. May be some other mom would have gone to complain about it to the school authorities or created a scene, but you asked the son to handle his own issues thereby teaching him the lesson of being independent. Handled the other two teens and their teenage issues with great ease.

Your priorities were very well-defined. In picking between the family and business (wealth), you were okay to have limited resources but a safer environment for your kids. Knowing that your father, brother and till a certain extend husband too, were involved in the drug deals, you choose to stay out of it. As such, you never used the power of wealth, throughout the plot to get away from nasty things. Even when the principal informed you about suspending your younger son, you never used the monetary power to sort the issue.

When Mr. Tej Sareen, your husband was shot right in front of your youngest son’s eyes, you bravely took charge of the situation. In such an adverse circumstance, you kept calm and made all necessary calls to make things smooth for your husband’s operation. At the same time, you instructed the driver to slide through the none traffic areas. To keep such a steady mind when ideally things are falling apart, is an art that comes over years of experience. Your patience is thoroughly commendable. Right from revealing limited information to ACP Khan and knowing where the pendrive could be, in such stressful state, you glided amazingly.

You tackled the loss of your husband in a dignified manner. Keeping cool and mourning his loss on one side, and on the other, planning to avenge his death, you camouflaged beautifully. You kept your guards all up all the time and were careful of not letting the remaining members of your family fall in any trouble.

Twice your house was ransacked and not once did you showcase any irritation or frustration to the kids or the policemen. You let them do their jobs without any hindrance.

You equally loved your mother and father, even though they were at loggerheads with each other. Your father loved a much younger physiotherapist and this lead to your mother’s drinking problems. But you never let that come as an issue for your younger sister’s wedding.

Risking everything and wanting a closure to the drug deals, you carried out a rather dangerous transportation for your competitor. The proper use of Saam Daam Dand Bhed.

All in all, you are women of courage and substance.

We love you for being fervent so as to not think even once, whether or not to put your own blood behind bars.

Cheers to lady, we all wish to be.


Aarya Sareen Fan ❣️

Dearest Rachel Green

Like a lot many other ladies out there, I absolutely love you. You are one extremely strong independent woman who knows the true meaning of living life on your own terms.

It’s notable how you chose to run away, in literal sense, from marrying Barry – the rich doctor. Life surely could have been a super easy ride being Mrs. Farber, but you left him at the alter and decided that’s something you did not want. All through the series, you never regretted that decision made in matter of seconds.

To go ahead with loving you, we all felt as hurt and heart broken when Ross cheated on you, cause apparently to him ‘We were on a break!’. We cried with you only to realise how much you loved him that you decided to give him another chance, that too the very next day. Alas, he strangled your heart yet again😒

Fortunately, in the later part of the series you get pregnant with Ross and have a beautiful daughter named Emma. Knowingly that it was a mistake, not once did you flinch at the thought of having to raise the kid all by yourself. You did not push Ross or agree to his proposal for marriage. You took it as a baby of love and raised her exceedingly well.

Giving up on ready, steady and free-flow of money by your father, you showed us girls the power of being financially independent. Our hearts cringed when you cut those credit cards into pieces and took up a job of being a waitress. Again, you showed that no job, big or small can define who you are. Sometimes we have to do things which are important as per the current situation.

No sooner than late, you realized your true passion lays in fashion and on an impulse with no backup, you quit from Central Perk. Anyways, even you knew you could not forever make and serve coffee😉. There are like so many of us out there wanting to do the same, but are just afraid. You changed that picture for us.

Through sheer talent you climbed the corporate ladder in the fashion industry and made us ladies, yet again, believe in women empowerment 😘

You had been a lady, living the lifestyle of the current generation. What I mean is that in the era of 1900 when apparently sex and casual relationships were still a taboo subject, you never took them to be so. As a lady with all necessary bodily needs, you expressed openly of how you miss being in a relationship. This resonates well with the 2020s women who are doing great professionally, but personally feel lonely at the end of the day.

Time and again, you took care of all your friends and loved them for who they were. You loved and accepted Monica’s OCD, Chandler’s sarcasm, Ross fascination for Dinosaurs and Princess Leia, Phoebe’s running style as well as her singing career and Joey’s flirting & food preferences.

You lived life on your own terms along with showing us what is to be worn when. Always being the one perfectly dressed for any occasion, you made us fall in love with ourselves.

One most important quality you instilled in us was that, as a girl, it’s okay to not know how to cook. We all remember the infamous English Trifle which was to be the dessert post the Thanksgiving dinner. Perfectly prepared in your words as – “First there’s a layer of ladyfingers, then a layer of jam, then custard — which I made from scratch — then raspberries, more ladyfingers, then beef sautéed with peas and onions, more custard, and then bananas, and then I just put some whipped cream on top,”
We have so many take-away or food delivery options and plenty of home-cooked and delivery options, that a lady can survive without the cooking skills.

Thank you for teaching us to be the best version of ourselves just like you lived yours.

Last but not the least, like true lovers, returning back to being Ross’s lobster and prioritizing warm arms over anything else.


Your eternal fan❣️

Dearest Mrs. Maya Sarabhai

A true diva and perfect example of ‘high class society’, you make ladies run for their money. From your choices of sarees and blouses, to contrast jewellery and those elegant night suits; everything is just exquisite. Your aura is surely intimidating to many around and your larger than life persona defines your personality 🙂

As such, you are an epitome of perfection, elegance and sophistication. Being a SoBoite, apparently there is nothing that you are not aware of. Right from the categorically middle class preferences to the valueable upper high class antiques; you know what’s available where, at what price and of which particular quality.

You have a penchant for organizing parties and in your ladies circle, are considered an excellent host. From appetizers to desserts, not once has your selection of cuisine gone wrong. You keep the guests thoroughly entertained with interesting grapevines and/or games. If you know what I mean😉

A dotting mother that you are, your children’s achievements make you super proud. Be it Roshesh’s poetry or dramatic roles, Sonya’s (Mind you – not Sonia) Tarot card predictions or Sahil’s professional career. You let them be what they want and also give into to their choice for respective life-partners; well atleast for the two of them🙂 I am sure, you will accept your third in-law too, of your most favoured younger one☺️ What a large-hearted momma you are❣️

Coming to managing as such your 1st kid aka your Pati-parmeshwar (ouch, typically hindi filmy word), you win this marriage battle hands-down. Getting the so called man of the house to do, at the end of the day what you want him to do, are tricks we all ladies ought to learn from you. The love-hate relationship between the two of you is what every couple fancies for.

Yes, there is a section of people who dislike you for being harsh on your middle class daughter-in-law Monisha (such that you even changed her typical mediocre name Manisha); as well as perpetually scoffing your son-in law Dushyant. But let me explain, supposedly considering you are rich and a notable figure of the society, you ought to mind your p’s and q’s. Unfortunately, the Beta does not really mind huh. Or else, we could have witnessed a sheer perfect family of the Sarabhais.

You have such a strong knack for English that none can challenge you to a game of scrabble. The snide remarks can never go unheard. Your explanation via correlated examples make extremely solid points. Lamentably, the future Mrs. Sarabhai aka Ms. Jasmine Mavani, actress cum singress will add to your existing woes. In all, it will be an extention to the clash of elite class attitude with the monstrously middle class habits😬

To conclude, yes not every Monisha/Dushyant or Jasmine would love a mother-in law like you, yet there are tons of girls and boys wanting to be associated with you.

Let’s raise a toast to the ever classy and sassy Mrs. Maya Sarabhai.

– Yours truly,

Sarabhai vs Sarabhai Fan❣️


Things, people, feelings, emotions & everything connecting us to the oast falls under the category of ‘Memories’

These memories can make you laugh, and at the same time cry; upheaving all thr compressed sentiments felt at one point of time for a person, thing or situation.

As per our all time support – ‘Googlei-Namah’, memories are: ‘Something remembered from the past’.

Everyday, Facebook too flashes the memories in form of our old shared posts, photos, check-ins or friendversary details. And let me admit, many of us our embarrassed at what all stuffs we at some point had shared with our so called FB Mitrons.

Memories are so powerful. They can in seconds make one run through all the felt emotions on a certain day, in a certain instance with a certain person.

The human memory is divided into Sensory Memory (i.e. > 1 second), Short Term Or Working Memory (i.e. < 1 minute) and Long Term Memory (i.e something we remember all our lives); of-course unless one acquires a memory disorder like Alzheimers etc..

What leaves an impact on us Manushygan are these long term memories. We may have experienced something for just a brief moment of time, but that lingers in our mind forever and ever. A slap by 5th grade teacher for illegible handwriting or slipping on the stage during some college play; how your lover cheated on you or how numb you went on losing a beloved. It could be words said by someone to pull you down or mockery by some superior. Anything that left a bad taste in your mouth and enormous pain in your heart will settle for becoming a long-term memory. This will be auto-saved in the hard drive of your brain and play in HD quality audio-video content, time and again. And since are brains are super brains, it will add new dimensions to what’s already done and make you further miserable. Things like: wish I had said this in that argument, or how I wish to not be present during that event or why did I have to read that stuff🙄

AND, the funny thing is, we can’t even survive without these memories since they play an important role in teaching us life-altering lessons !!

Ouchy Couchy

I have seen it all,
Leaning against this plastered wall,
Some too big and tall,
A feeling of discomfort they call,
And their miniature version small,
What not stuff on me let fall,
But as a standard protocol,
On me I let them crawl.

To some, I am very hard
To some, I don’t fit in their fancy yard,
To some, I look a piece of discard
Whereas to me, they are all retard.

I know someday, I too will be picked,
A perfect relation to others we will depict,
Happiness and comfort to the owner I’ll inflict,
To this ‘Ouchy Couchy’, they will soon be addict😉

Cliché – Happy Father’s Day

The third Sunday of June is observed as the ‘Father’s Day’. A day dedicated to the ever so strong, superhero, sacrificer, selfless, girl’s first hero & all such adorable adjective to our dearest ‘daddy’.

Everyone floods the social media’s various handles with photos along their daddy the bestest.

But what about those kids who have lost their dads?


What about those dad’s who have lost their kids?

Can this day not be a depressing one for each of the above mentioned group?

The kids who have lost their fathers would be upset to not have someone to make this day special for them whereas the dad’s who would have lost their children would be in deep grief to not have their own blood wishing them or making this day special.

The pain that either party feels is unimaginable. To have no-one to look forward to celebrate this particular day. To have to sit with respective set’s photographer and wish they were here today. To have see at old pictures and try finding joy in past cherished times. The feeling of being alone in-spite of having others around.

And what about the children whose dads might have left them for no apparent fault of theirs? Do they not absolutely hate this day?

Just like the mother’s day, on this day too we give all our love n attention to them. The remaining 364 days we argue with them, fight with them, try to run away from having conversations with them or avoid any sort of unplanned encounters. Somewhere it’s because of how we are nurtured since our childhood. We are always told n made to feel that daddy is very strict.

I wish to dedicate this FD to all those dad’s who have lost their own blood to the supreme almighty. The grief of an old man carrying the coffin of his little one can never be understood by any other man except for those who may have been in a similar situation.

The mother mourns the death of her losing her child by crying her heart out, screaming on everyone, abusing the almighty or shouting the name of the kid and asking to come back. But, the father has to be very very strong. He has to take care of the lost kid’s mother(his wife) along with another kid (own son/daughter or son-in law/ daughter- in law. He can’t even cry openly.
Being the head of the family and Man of the house, he has to always be the pillar of strength in the worst of worst situation.

Let’s just wish the best for both the set of people in this post and God almighty give them the power to overcome this loss ❣️Happy Father’s Day😘

Drenching Desire

Darkness around
As cloudy was the sky,
Inhaling your scent
I am now soaring high,
That’s when a familiar voice
In my ears murmured a sweet, ‘Hi’,
I am so in love
The month being July.

Slowly you slipped
Between my bosoms that were dry,
Enjoying those seductive moans
Ecstasy making me cry,
The tips now moving
From my midriff to thighs,
Blissfulness is what I experienced
About it, why should I deny!

You preferred this rhythm too
Could be sensed from the force applied,
Giving me all of you
Inexhaustible was the supply,
Letting me lose in your tantra
Making it difficult to look into your eye,
Can this time never end,
Dear Almighty, please reply !

Standing under the shower
Manipulation I try,
It seems so fake
Trust me, I don’t lie,
Because I am not talking about
Any girl or guy,
But drenching in rains,
Is what I had meant to imply!

R.I.P Sushant Singh Rajput

A gut wrenching feeling,
Leading into a sleepless night,
Wish to have you back,
Wanting to see that happy sight.

You left too soon,
You left untimely,
You left leaving us all devastated,
Wanting to be with the Almighty.

Upset and heartbroken that we are,
Praying you are in your happy space now,
Dreaming all this was a joke,
And you wanting to relive and say, ‘Life is Wow!’

You and Me

We knew the night was long,
The playlist was playing all our favourite songs,
Each other’s arms was where we did belong,
The love we had, was at one point very strong.

Looking at each other through the corner of our eyes,
Tension building between the skin of the thighs,
Having heard each other’s moans and cries,
How could the space between us be filled with lies.

Unlike others, in love, we didn’t fall but rose,
Being together in all highs and lows,
The minute we were alone stripping all layers of clothes,
And today, in a groupie such awkward is our pose.

The wedding night saw our set of promises,
On the bed filled with petals of flower roses,
Biting, sucking leaving designs of love bruises,
When did all the laughter become seperation causes.

Pouring out the glass of wine,
Thinking of all those innumerable dates & dine,
Body to body, sweating and reaching cloud nine.
I wish I was still yours and you mine.

Was the ego then the love so big,
Fighting in the blame-game puddle like a pig,
Trust broken in seconds like a twig,
Unfortunately the love blanket was not that thick.

Seeing you after what seems like ages,
Desire to forget those reasons of rages,
Inscribe our name together on coming days’ fresh pages,
And grown old with you through this life’s different stages.

Happy Place

A place that makes you feel secured,
Warmth, happiness and your inner self assured,
Healings both internal and external are cured,
To always run to it, you are lured.

It could be your mother’s lap,
A lover’s wrap,
After performance’s appreciation clap,
Or on that cozy couch the planned nap.

Could be the swing in your balcony,
SMS of hard earned salary,
Mediation and spirituality,
Discovering self’s sexuality.

Treaking or hiking to the highest point,
Dessert at a certain joint,
For dream job to be appoint,
Eventually people understanding your viewpoint.

Each person has a go-to place,
To chill and get needed space,
Away from the mad men race,
In your own mind, the perfect ace.

Hum Tum aur Woh

Iss ‘Woh’ ke chakkar mein,
Jaane kitne Hum-Tum barbaad hue,
‘Woh’ aaye aur chale bhi gaye,
Bass, Hum-Tum ladate-jagadte reh gaye.

Hum jo zara mobile dekh muskuraye,
Tum ne soch liya hai koi toh ‘Woh’,
Tum jo zara deri se ghar aye,
Hum ne puch liye ‘Woh’ ke baare mein sawal sau.

Har Hum-Tum ke beech mein,
Aa he jaate hai kai saare ‘Woh’,
Shantimai hoga jeevan agar samajhle,
Ki Hum Tum ek hi gaadi ke hai pahiye do.

Agar Hum Tum ek dusre se,
Chupaye na kisi tisre ko,
Hum-Tum, Tum-Hum khush rahenge,
Kyunki jaante honge ek dusre ke ‘Woh’ ko.

Yeh ‘Woh’ ho sakta hai chhori ya chhora,
Ya ho sakta hai some hidden professional ya personal goal,
Kuch bhi kaho yaaro,
Kar deta hai ‘Woh’, peacefulness ko dama dol.

Hum-Tum pyaar se saath rahe,
Toh kya kuch nai hai kar sakte,
Bass, ‘Woh’ ko zyada haavi hone na de,
Life without tension katte😉


And here it comes to drench the dry souls,
Filling till the brims, those empty bowls,
For eventually after summer, monsoon rolls,
As a Mumbaikar, get ready for the potholes.

The grey cloud covers each part of the open blue sky,
Rain brings about intoxicated feeling of being high,
The demand for pakoras and piping hot chai,
Is always fulfilled with right kind of supply.

This season is all about love and mating,
Peacock too opens his feathers and starts dancing,
Humans love to indulge in all the dirty talking,
Writers and poets on paper began their hearts pouring.

Rains do bring with them happy as well as sweet memories,
Of love, of lost, of pain, of pleasure are some of the melodies,
Stripping apart pieces that no-one sees,
Fighting inner demons are the only unseen enemies.

Rains can be pleasant or dull, depending on a person’s mood,
For few, it’s a time to dig into all kinds of food,
Let go off the wrong notions, over it don’t brood,
Each season has it charm, enjoy to the fullest is what I would, the poem with, conclude.

Life in Lockdown

Kahe kya sabko yeh dastan-e-Lockdown ki baat,
Is Virus ne toh mamu, sabki lagadi hai vaat.

Social distancing has become the new jeene ka tarika,
Be it India, China, Pakistan or America.

Mask ke bina roaming is now considered old fashion,
Sanitizers, soaps and disinfectants ka stock is the new ration.

Budhe aur bacche are more prone to this invisible infection,
Surprisingly, char deewari mein badha raha hai family ka communication.

Dreams mein also socha na tha, aisi hogi life,
Twenty-four by seven rahenge saath saath husband and wife.

Do mahino mein we have got some classic Master Chef and Picasso,
Pencil sketches, doodling or making pizza on biscuit Monaco.

All we see is Baking cakes and ‘Challenge accepted’ on social media,
Every 2nd person on Whatsapp group posts information from some other encyclopedia.

Movement is seen from bedroom to kitchen and then to hall,
Kab karenge window shopping in all these fancy Mega Mall.

Drive pe jana has become a deadly sin,
Waiting for the old normal life to soon begin.

Webinars and online sessions ban gaye hai new ways to be connected,
All of us may have many E-Certificates collected.

Let’s pray ki Corona jaldi he iss duniya se chala jaaye,
Taaki not just Indians but all people of the world, ‘phirse muskuraye’🙂

Dear In-Laws

Dearest mother of my husband,
Being his wife, I am to you no competition,
To the family I surely am a positive addition,
But I also get with me, my unfiltered edition.

Dearest father of my husband,
First it would his mom & then his sister,
Now it’s the wife, help me fit here,
Discuss stuff with me, behind my back don’t whisper.

Dearest sister of my husband,
Till now you were the one to be constantly by him, pampered,
I assure you, I won’t let that ever hamper,
To the family name, I too from now will be a strong anchor.

Dearest brother of my husband,
You were his close pal and secret keeper,
To find my brother in you, I am eager,
Share your issues with me, I will try to be a healer.

Dearest baby of me and my husband,
I am your mother, so at times to me also listen,
Learn stuff from both dad & mom’s tradition,
Grandparents, uncles and aunts on both sides with each other have no comparison.

Dearest son and brother of my in-laws,
I have left my own family to be a part of this new one,
At times, I may feel alone and just with you all, ‘DONE’,
Hold my hand and to this family’s universe, let me be the Sun.

Dearest darling & my extended family members,
I may have come from a different school of thought,
But have a lot of love & respect for each of you brought,
A fragile relation we share, let’s stronger each day it’s knot.

Yours loving,

– Daughter-in-Law,
– Sister-in-Law
– Mother &
– Wife


Crazy that people behave around their Crush,
Everyone present observes that cute little blush,
Wading through the crowd, one simply does rush,
The crushed party acknowledges it and can’t help but hush.

About-to-fall in love is a wonderful feeling,
Day & Night about the other, one keeps dreaming,
All those secret glances, giving and receiving
Eye-to-Eye contact & A smile leaves with minute difficulty in breathing.

If accidentally hands are held,
‘I LOVE YOU’ by the heart in capital is spelled,
Over excitement needs to be withheld,
For the fear of from their life, to forever being expelled.

Crush on someone is not age or gender specific,
Brain releases hormones, proving its something scientific,
Best version of themselves, one exhibits,
In one’s head, pairing with crush looks simply terrific.

We all may have had a crush on someone at a point of time,
Writing sweet nothings ending with rhyme,
Hoping to the next step of relationship with them climb,
And be partners in crimes.

Rainbow of my life

Colors of the rainbow are exclusively seven,
For a girl, relationships close to her heart, feel like heaven.

The closest of all relations is that of a mother and daughter,
Yellow being the color, wisdom and clarity of thoughts are found in her all time supporter.

The man who never lets her feel Monday morning blues, the true king, her daddy,
Soothing and relaxing, preparing her for something unexpected or some unknown baddie.

The sibling she constantly fought with, over her growing years,
Orange color emitting, he taught her to be practical and not keep shedding tears.

The man with whom she would share her passion and enthusiasm with,
The red love between them can not be just a myth.

The one to be born from her womb, calling her Maa,
Nature’s green gift to womanhood, growing of a new life inside, simply awww.

The one ‘go-to person’ after the famous five, can be her BFF, Mentor or Guide,
Nudging the lady to inspire others in a Violette stride.

The rainbow is incomplete without the color Indigo,
Just like any lady who needs to be aware of her self-worth for that radiant glow!

And just like we need the Sun and the Rain to see a Rainbow,
We need both sunny & rainy days to be able to succeed and grow 🌈

The day I met you😍

When I first lay my eyes on you,

I saw

The hair done so beautifully,
And eyes were sparkling brightly,

The dark & light blue color of your dress,
Made you look like a full grown princess,

And suddenly I spotted something on thy forehead,
You were a queen wearing the red crown on your head,

To me you looked so desirable that night,
I just wanted to embrace you in my arms tight,

The bangles tickling calling out someone’s name,
Yet, I oggled you, my eyes had no shame.

Craving to strip all that cloth covering you,
I was glad, I was soon to be the only one from those lucky few,

I admired your physical beauty since you stood in front of me,
Also wondering, how vulnerable emotionally you would be,

The diamond earnings made your face look fuller,
The nose pin drove me a lot more crazier,

Your lips, the shade of pink, looked tender & luscious,
About your Charming persona are you conscious!

Your hands covered in strong fragrance of heena,
I decided to call you my darling Macreena’,

When one by one you got rid of everything on your body,
I saw you through, dancing & being seductively naughty,

Laughing yet nervous, you wore an extremely sexy lingerie,
I wanted more of you, my dear lady,

Dim lights and you disappeared away from my desperate eyes,
Only to be seen next morning, with you actual guy,

I burnt with anger to now have to share you,
But what else can a damn mirror hanging on a wall do !!!!!🙄

Productivity in difficult times !!

One can define productivity as a state or quality of being productive. In simpler terms, ‘kam samay mein badhiya kaam karna’. More or less, this term is used to define the output vs a person input efforts.

An ideal scenario for showcasing one is the best, is in the stressful times. Companies don’t ideally kick off employees when they see how amazingly he/she can work in difficult situations.

Let’s focus on us and productivity in this article. Do you feel you been productive for the past 2 months? Have you utilized this staying at home phase of your life in the best possible way?

And I will answer this on your behalf – Yes !!

Yes you have been productive even if you feel u have not.

Some of you may have picked up the broom and mop for like the 1st time in your life and helped in cleaning the house daily. A few would have helped our moms in kitchen. Making perfect round rotis or the kadak chai would be a department of yours to handle. Getting out of your house to shop for essentials is what a few of you would have taken up as. While a few of you would have taken up some online class or webinars and learnt a thing or two new. Not just being physically fit, but also mentally healthy is what many have understood and implemented through meditation and Yoga. Calling and checking on near dear ones on alternate days, too can fall in the being productive parameter. Finishing the stock of unread books, or writing your journo everyday is what many would have done. Picking up pace with each day in a positive frame of mind too can be called as being productive. Making it a point to sit and talk your heart out to your parents is too a productive thing to do.

You may not have made that perfect body, or attended all the webinars, nor would you have accepted all the hastag challenges to prove you were productive, alive and happy!

But if you have sailed through this phase laughing, making memories and eventually missing the #quarantinelife, my dear friend you have passed the life’s exam of being productive in a difficult time🙂

Lockdown as Emotion

This novel Corona Virus brought with itself a novel way of being quarantine, a novel way to consume food and a novel way to spend days inside the 4 walls of our homes.Lockdown was an official government order that was kind off necessary to ensure the chain of Corona Virus breaks. Lockdown ideally is a negative concept, as it actually means to confine prisoners in a small space or cell. But, with the outbreak of this deadly pandemic, lockdown signifies a positive connotation.

Almost past 2 months now, we Indians are confined inside our homes and the only movement is that from one room to another; at the max, to buy essentials once a week. It became like a restricted activity.

This stay at home has emotionally been positive for many, negative for few and completely neutral for the remaining people. There ain’t any in-between to this.

The pragmatic community has utilised this time – bonding with their families, exploring the hidden master in them, working on personal fitness, reconnecting to their long-lost hobbies, acquiring new professional skills or spending time with their own-self. In a way, it’s more of a stress free living. Not that they don’t have #Workfromhome, but since a good amount of time is saved of daily commute, they are able to re-live life 2.0

In contrast to it, the pessimists have cribbed, abused and/or wasted nearly 60 days. They found faults with any small decisions made by the government or created disturbance in society but not adhering to the lockdown guidelines. Mentally they have found no solace in staying home and may have made life difficult for the people they share residential space with.

The 3rd, not so bothered lot was least affected with the lockdown. This includes the introverts who were happy to not worry about cancelling plans with friends or family. They may not have done anything productive or creative in these past few days nor appreciate others for being the best versions of themselves. They simply would have found nothing exciting about #stayhome #staysafe idea.

A major feel good factor of this world-wide lockdown is that people across nations have realised that simple living and high thinking is everyone’s cup of tea. Life with bare minimum and essentials is quiet possible for survival. Humans by and large have been able to pull off without eating street food or meals in restaurants, going for movies or casual strolls in malls. They have learnt the art of spending money on only what is extremely essential.

A great thing for our dear Mother Earth is that she has got her time to heal. This speaks volumes for what homo sapiens have done to our world.

Yes, people will still not move around so freely for some more time, but then, ‘This too shall pass’ & phirse
‘Muskurayega India,
Khush ho jaayegi yeh Duniya’🙂

The fuss about ‘Challenge Accepted’😉

What is the definition of ‘𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄’?

Answer –

1. A call to someone to participate in a competitive situation or fight to decide who is superior in terms of ability or strength.

2. A call to prove or justify something.

In general sense, ‘𝖑𝖆𝖑𝖐𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖆’ ya ‘𝖈𝖍𝖚𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖎 𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖆’.

Lockdown has brought about a whole new level of craziness in people. Along the same line, came this trend-setter game of ‘Challenge Accepted’ and girls flooded the FB page with their beautiful pictures wearing exquisite sarees. An extension to it was, posting pictures with your dear kids (incase of mommies) & photographs with your significant other(incase in a relationship or married).

To be very straightforward, where my dear friend, lays “a challenge” of posting pictures wearing saree? Why on the earth you want to prove to people (as per definition 2) that you can adorn a saree quiet gorgeously?

My darling, we are Indian girls and will always look fabulous wearing any type of saree (Bandhani, Pethani, Kanjeevaram, Banarasi etc.) draped in any style (Pleated,Gujrati, Dhoti etc). We are born to be ”𝕊𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕞𝕖𝕚𝕟 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕣 ℕ𝕒𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕤’ yaar !!

As far as coming to the Challenge’s definition number 1, what is this competition all about? We all have the attitude and personality to carry it off well and again at the end of the day, we are ‘Bharat ki betiyan’. Saree mein toh killer hi lagne wali hai na bro! Modiji ne thodi koi contest start kiya hai ki best saree clad model ko select karenge and uske saath ‘Please be home and stay safe🙏’ ka video banayenge!!!

I mean, friends ko challenge dena hi hai, toh catch hold of some of their weaknesses. Challenge them to “prove or justify” thyself on those grounds. If you know your friend fails at maintaining fitness levels, challenge him/ her to do a certain set of exercises everyday. Or if a friend is good with a particular skill and is not harvesting it to generate a secondary source of income, push them to execute it in these times. And then ask them to update those snaps captioned ‘Challenge Accepted’.

Asking a friend to post an apparently fake candid with her better half when in reality the better half is just behaving like a couch potato during these quarantine times, won’t do any good. Challenge friends for a couple dance video, or a real candid photo showing pati parmeshwar is helping around doing household chores !!

The word challenge should be used to do something which ain’t done before and is done now to bring out the best in the opposite person.

Posting a happy photo with one’s children, when in reality they refuse to teach you stuff so that you are updated is sheer ‘melodramatic dikhava’.

It’s high time we realise, that it’s okay to not fall in this social media trap of being a version of who you are not. It’s time to step out of the comfort zone & showcase the real you, who is managing this lockdown situation exceeding well.

Post this piece of mine, I may have a few criticizers, but then that’s what I call as ‘challenge accepted’. You can’t always have people who will love you, you need people to hate you as well😉

CoViD Lockdown and Kaamwali Bai!

  1. As soon as the lockdown orders were passed all over India, the Gharwalis were in a swivet. The reason for it was not over the stock of ‘ration-pani’, but a mini heart-attack of not having the ‘kaamwalis’ come over for the domestic chores. This meant that apart from being stuck at home with one’s dear family members, working from home for the respective offices (if not just a homemaker) the ladies now had to devote time to cooking delicacies, drying and folding of clothes, dusting, sweeping, mopping and washing vessels. In short, take care of minute details of the house!

Something that a gharwali is fully dependant on the kaamwali for!

A meme, depicting this was in circulation – the kaamwali pilling on kilos during this 21 day lockdown and the gharwali shedding kilos since it was ‘no-work & all-work’, for kaamwali & gharwali respectively.

On the other hand, the kaamwali too would have flapped out listening to this ‘san sani news’.


Coz ain’t this ‘kaamwali’, the ‘gharwali’ of her house?

This post is to written to comprehend the side effects of Corona on our dear ‘kaamwalis’ !!

Earning a paltry monthly salary & having many mouths to feed, the kaamwalas actually live just hand to mouth. Hence, the lockdown news would have hit them hard too. To add to their woes, the ‘no-movement’ outside their shanties, came closer to the month end. When most salaried or business class feel crippled too, imagine the mental state of the bai. The lockdown news would have made them open up their saving boxes to workout the sustainability scenario.

Apart from the crucial monetary aspect, a few non-monetary parameters would have crept up too. Ideally, these house-helps work in five to six houses; from morning 7ish to evening 6ish or in split shifts of morning 9ish to evening 4ish and 7:30 early evening to 11 in the night. Their breakfast, lunch and dinner is mostly taken care of by the houses they work in. If not so, then the leftovers from each home are doggie bagged, which takes care of food for one member of the kaamwali’s house. In a way, these daily procedures help the maids save cost on one person’s food.

Also, since the maid & all the family members would now be home 24*7, she would have to provide meals for a minimum of 3 times. With such mearge salary, nourishing everyone will be a herculean task.

Besides financial planning, there also will be need of space planning. These kaamwalis stay in jupdis or homes with 150-200 square carpet area. With all members of the house latched up, it would be such a cramped up feeling.

What we can do for them?

Most of us are going to pay & in few cases may have paid them the montly salary.

What else can we do?

Give them a few hundreds or thousands, depending on our individual capacity, so that these kaamwalis too can wade through this crisis situation. To compensate, don’t eat a pizza once everything returns to normalcy.

One small step of charity from our end will help this unorganised sector to pull through these times of difficulty!

Corona Effects

The wide roads with barely a few people & cars,
This virus is leaving on the world, its nasty scar.

Gloomy it has made, the party lovers of many countries,
Shut are all offices, educational institutions, malls, theatres & eateries.

Citizens have been asked to maintain social distancing,
As Corona spreads when people are in close association or random mingling.

Complete lockdown for 21 days was what PM of India decided,
A good move it was, yet not many to it abided.

CoViD can be fatal if there ain’t proper healthcare facilities,
Fools that India has, are hitting the policemen & doctors to increase casualties.

The essential service providers are ensuring to meet everyones needs,
Let’s applaud for their righteous and noble deeds.

Amongst all negatives, the Earth is getting time to heal,
I suggest, every Leap year, humans should take a mandate break & in houses be sealed.

A parting note, to all reading this I wish to convey,
Be home, stay safe & to the almighty atleast once a day, do pray.🙏

Challenges faced by Women post a Career Break

A comma does not mean an end, it simply means it’s not over yet. But unfortunately the comma aka career break in a women’s life is always treated as a full-stop. As fancy as the word sounds, there is no lavishness felt by the woman on resuming work post a pre-decided interval.

This career break in most cases is taken when a women is experiencing motherhood. In some cases, the ladies take time off to be with their ailing parents or to settle down in a new household post marriage. Rarely girls opt for sabbaticals just to nourish or nurture themselves or re-establish their life goals.

There is enough research to prove that women face quiet a few challenges when they return on the ground for the 2nd innings.

The most common challenge a new mother goes through is the feeling of guilt. Guilt of leaving her little one behind with other family members and in some cases with nanny. Unfortunately, the concept of super speciality child care centres is yet not prevalent in India nore companies have crech facilities for mothers who wish to resume working yet be there for her baby. In some cases, the mother may have found a good nanny to look after baby but is constantly nagged by in-laws as to what is the need for her to step out of the house to prove the world she is a great professional.

Along these personal challenges, the lady faces a lot of professional struggles too. To start with, as soon as she joins post her sabbatical, the first compromise she has to make is to join at a salary much less than her last drawn. In a few instances, she is asked to go for a training before directly resuming work. In a way it’s a question mark on her skill-sets and it’s applications.

Why is it that a women who is ideally the world’s best manager and can handle dual responsibility of managing her personal and professional life excellently has to constantly prove herself in each stage of her life? Why we keep judging her decisions as to why she has to work when she has a family and kid to look after or why is she a home-maker and wasting her talent.

When will we respect women and her decisions without her having to justify her actions?

Celebrating Everything Bawa & Parsipanu !

Karu su tamune Bawajis ni vaat,
They are simple yet extremely class apart.

Be it a Bawa or Bawi,
Sakar thi methi che badhani vaani.

Patra ni macchi & lagan nu custard zaroor haase in Navjote or wedding’s menu,
Unlimited drinks, starters and DJ malse in Baug or any other banquet as venue.

Mobile, laptop, ke moti car jyare kare evan shop,
Koi divas resale value teni malase nai anything less then top.

Khavanu, pivanu and majja ma revanu che Parsiyo no life’s mantra,
Varash ma ek visit to for sure karvani to Udwada.

Khushali nu daran karine male mann ne aati shanti,
Dadaji paase roz karse chalk and batti apdi badhi aunty.

Good Thoughts, Good Words, Good Deeds naam ni frame badha gher ma zarur thi malse,
Reading Saturday’s Parsi Times vagar kadi pann koi Bawa ki Bawi ne nai chalse.

Agar tamaro koi lover che Parsi,
Samji lejo, koi karse nai prem ena thi Jaasti.

Happy Valentine’s Day

I love the way your eyes twinkle on seeing chocolates,
I’m sorry for making you calories mentally calculate.

I love the how you spread love wherever you go,
I’m sorry for letting you cry when you were down & low.

I love how you absentmindedly play with your beautiful hair,
I’m sorry that to your emotional needs I don’t pay much attention or care.

I love how you groove to different tunes on your playlist,
I’m sorry to flood memories that make your eyes moist.

I love how you love the bed more than anything,
I’m sorry that once you on it, a thousand thoughts I let ring.

I love the way you sort minute problems of our life,
I’m sorry at times I push you hard to many things strive.

I love how you remain positive even when in the deepest shit,
I’m sorry to let your heart, so many times, by various sentiments hit.

I love the fact that we are one body one soul in all true sense,
I’m sorry most of the time, we play games with others, of pretence.

I love to love you a lot my dear self,
I’m sorry to wish ‘Happy Valentine’s Day’ to all, except onself.

Amatory Indulgence

I burn with desire each night,
Just for my body’s throbbing sight,
In darkness I can see a red lusty light,
Waiting for me to feel ecstasy’s delight.

Your turned back too does excite me,
I look forward to a lustful spree,
Wanting you to not let my hands get free,
Exploring parts of me with an impish glee.

Your fingers traveling to places I have never been,
Tingling session on my skin,
Mouth to mouth, chin to chin,
Honey, let’s just go on an amorous spin.

Your soft and lushful lips,
Aww so cute are your well shaped hips,
All wanting to be right away stripped,
Oh darling, let’s sail on one such guilty trip.

Power of Small Gestures

I am so in love with this ‘Asian Paints Ace Shyne’ advertisment, about a young married couple moving into a new house which is freshly painted. The wife is seen romantically teasing her husband with a steel tiffin box which when reflects on a wall’s suface shines back to catch hold of the husband’s attention. They both get all lovey-dovey. Over the period, the couple looses the newly-wed charm and settle for a regular routine. The wife is seen talking on the phone while packing the lunch-box & the husband is seeing arguing with someone over his phone. The wife is absent-mindedly playing with the box’s lid and the husband does not even notice the earlier, ‘shine & tease’ game. Also it’s noticed that the wife does not bother about taking care about her appearance. In the start of the add, she was all dressed up and would go out lovingly to bid her husband a good-bye. Towards the end of the commercial, the wife is seen wearing a gown and just handing over the tiffin to the husband, who too, is in a foul mood. He bids her a good-bye but the wife bangs her door onto his face and walks inside. If you hear the lyrics, they too resonate the story line –

‘Andhar bhi shine,
Dil mein bhi shine,
Bahar bhi shine,
Dil mein bhi shine.

To later been sung as –

‘Andhar abhi bhi shine,
Dil mein no-no shine,
Bahar abhi bhi shine,
Dil mein no-no shine’

Cut to reality, most married couples go through this phase. The wife may not be a home-maker, nor necessarily the husband may be taking a tiffin but this so called ‘honeymoon phase’ quickly settles for a basic boring routine. The partners start taking the significant other for granted.

Things that initially were done together, shift to being done alone. Both perform activities, taking it to be their duties, rather then out of love or affection. The wife has to diligently look after the house-hold chores even if she is working. If she has some professional commitments to fulfil that would lead for her to be home late, dinner arrangements still have to made by her. Similarly, if the husbands takes a day off at work, it is expected that he helps rather then have some ‘me-time’. The romance between the couple generally flies out of the window or is pushed to one corner of the room.

The once in love twosome have heated arguments and/or sleep with backs turned to each-other.

Can this be avoided?

Yes, through small gestures of love.

In start of every relationship, the opposite person promises to move mountains for the other, but over the course of time all settle into their comfort zones. The girls that would take efforts to dress up for her bae, now walks around wearing pajamas all day. The newly wed husband, who would earlier bring gifts and chocolates on each special date, eventually forgets to get even a rose on those special occasions. The sweet exchange of messages take a backfoot. Going for dates is no more an exciting affair.

The partners just assume that the other understands that he/she is loved and hence they fail to say a simple ‘I Love You’.

That’s where these small gestures can save us.

Some gestures mentioned below can work magic for any relationship.

1. Good night hugs and good morning kisses.
Physical affection works wonders during any stage of a relationship. Just holding hands while watching TV or taking a stroll. Cuddling is a love language of it’s own.

2. Thoughtful lunch or dinner preparations.
Not just by the wife, but the husband too can make something simple as Maggi and chai when the wife is PMSing. Or when ordering, knowing the wife’s preference and doing the needful.

3. Planning of date-nights/vacations.
It’s not just the guy’s responsibility to plan them, the ladies too can treat the husbands.

4. Love Cards.
Leaving chits with cute love messages or quotes in them. Writing love letters in today’s technological era has it’s own charm.

5. Bring them treat they love.
If she loves wada-pav, bring it for her to gorge on it, once in a while. If his favorite ice-cream is blueberry dolly, enable him to feast on the same without any guilt.

6. Technological Disconnect.
Switch off your mobile phone or tab when with each other. Listen to what the other has to say. Spend quality time together.

7. Appreciate.
Be thankful to your partner for smallest of things, time and again. It could be for making an excellent cup of tea or ensuring the supplies are refilled timely. The golden word ‘Thank you’, really does wonders in any relationship. Don’t say say it though, mean it too!

8. Let the bae know she is being missed. When on a business trip or simply out hanging with friends, a small text stating you miss her company can make her fall in love with you all over again.

9. Listen and not hear.
When the wife rants about all that she is going through at home or work, listen to it patiently and don’t quickly jump to offering solutions. Vice-versa, the wife should not start comparing the husband to others when he shares his reasons for stress.

10. Laugh out loads.
Watch comedy shows or movies together and laugh your hearts out. Binge-watch F.R.I.E.N.D.S together!

11. Shower compliments.
“You look handsome today” or “love how smartly you dealt with XYZ”. Few words of true flattery can just make the opposite partner feel loved and cared for.

12. Show concern.
When the significant other is alone or late, call to check on them, can speak volumes about being in love. Also, the partner receiving concerned calls should not be angry or talk rudely.

13. Understanding Silence.
It’s not necessary to always express what one feels. Most couples have a soul connection that lets the other identify the type of silence (silent, warm, angry, awkward).

14. Mean the sorry.
After disagreements, don’t just get away saying sorry. Ensure to rectify the mistake in-order to prove you had meant those apologies from all your heart.

15. Keep loving.
Once you have settled down as a man & woman, stick to the commitment of being together forever.

“Gestures, in love, are incomparably more attractive, effective and valuable than words.”

Happy International Men’s Day

Had in not been for you, loving grandfather,
I would never learn the art of holding everyone together!

Had it not been for you, dear dad,
I would never know how to be happy after being sad!

Had it not been for you, beloved brother,
I would never be able to feel this affection of being a sister!

Had it not been for you, darling hubby,
I would never experience this desire of being wanted so lovingly!

Had it not been for you, dearest uncle,
I would never muster courage to stand up after I stumble!

Had it not been for you, best friend,
I would never be able to late night parties so comfortably attend!

Had it not been for you, respected sir,
I would never be proficient for any exams of life, to clear!

Had it not been for you, the supporting Men,
I would never be able to venture out in the dark again!

We don’t celebrate you’ll very often,
But trust me, you guys are simply awesome.

We want you to know that you mean a lot to us,
Even if we keep fighting with you over petty stuff🙈

Happy International Men’s Day to all the sassy men out there,
It’s purely due to you, that so many things to try, we dare😊

‘My Bawa Is The Best’

Gaadi thi jaasti kare aa bairi ne prem,
Bawa che aa alag, Ashtad Tavadia is his name.

Birthdays and anniversaries kyare evan bhule nai,
Dance kare evan evo, tame joyu hase na kase kai.

Environment friendly che atlo ki pucho na vaat,
Can forever keep gorging on sali boti and dhansak.

Old Monk na stock thi kariyu gher nu bar counter full,
Udwada jaine laage ‘this is life’, but bawa you need to elsewhere chill.

Handsome that he looks in sadra and kasti,
Brand sivai koi cheej lidhi na ene sasti.

‘Moody’ jevo word that is not a part of his dictionary,
hugging, kissing & cuddling kare ee mane constantly.

My hero, the ever-true love of my life,
I am lucky to be this matida’s wife.

Chhe ena saathe maari life full of Zest,
I proudly say ‘My Bawa Is The Best’😘😘

Happy Children’s Day

Let the child in you never grow old,
Be a warm person even when the other to you is cold.

Children’s Day is not just for kids in nursery or school,
It’s for all those who love to be silly, and at times, a fool.

The world expects you to be matured and civilized,
But like a child, not everything has to be organized.

Enjoy each day, making the most out of it,
Keep trying new things, similar to the little ones who never quit.

It’s okay to at times demand and behave like a toddler,
Instead of always being so cautious and sober.

Let the mischievousness of a brat always be a part of you,
Be naive at heart, it’s high time due.

This Children’s Day, pledge to do all that you wanted to since long do,
Time is flying, life can at anytime say adieu.

Boondh Cups

A girl, as soon as she reaches her puberty age, starts tolerating the red days each month. From cramps to sore breasts, backaches to bloated tummy, mood swings to cravings for all the unhealthy food, women have to go through all of it.

The most frustrating thing is to keep wearing pads all through the end of your 5 or 7 day cycle (for most ladies). Some girls have to wear pads a few days prior to the actual date, just incase their is an untimely leak! Wearing them, leads to an unexplained discomfort. Few women wear tampons. Tampons are little plugs made of cotton that fit inside your front bottom that soaks up the menstrual blood.

Ideally, a pad needs to be changed every 4-5 hours whereas a tampon should be changed every 6-7 hours.

Recently my bestie introduced me to an addition in the feminine hygiene product category – the Menstrual Cup. This is an amazing gift that each girl should give herself, as a treat to help sail though the bleeding days!
Menstrual cups are shaped like little bells or bowls, and they’re made of rubber, silicone, or soft plastic. One can wear the cup inside the vulva, and it collects menstrual blood. Most cups are reusable — you just empty it when you need to (they claim 12 hours protection) wash and clean it, and it’s good to be used again. They are like a blessing during the menses.

Those who have not tried on tampons could be apprehensive to prod something up in the most delicate organ of the lady’s body, but after reading & listening to shared experiences, it’s confirmed that each of them now find solace during their monthlies.

One just has to master the trick to use it correctly. When wore properly, it makes you forget about the flow. An additional brownie point is the absence of fishy smell often experienced during the discharging days!

To top it all, it’s highly beneficial to the environment!! One cup, if properly maintained can last upto a good 10 years. Imagine, the number of pads or tampons each girl would not use thereby helping to keep the nature clean.😊

All in all, this boondh cup has made life of most women’s periods period to look forward too. No more pads and the complementary rashes, no more conscious sleeping positions and just absolutely no stress of bedsheet stains. Above all, a feeling of doing your bit for our dear Mother Earth.

To all those reading this, menstrual cup can be the most useful and thoughtful gift given to the women or your bestie, whom you love the most!

Out of Love

Don’t blame me for the end of our love story,
Not once, to treat me wrong you were sorry,

Having you beside me I never had anything to worry,
Parting ways now, I never felt this ready.

The constant texts turned to be monosyllable,
Suddenly to my needs you became unavailable,

No feelings emitting from you felt original,
I knew it was the end, no drama needed additional.

I feel empty and out of words to express my heart,
Being emotionally vulnerable, from rooftops I wish to scream and shout,

This saga of love would so soon be over no-one had ever thought,
To have you as my constant, with all I had fought,

Giving up on you, now I feel no wrath,
Lessons of life & love, this relationship has enough to me taught.

I bid a happy good-bye as have become stronger in the process throughout,
Would walk out gracefully, don’t wish to have you, me escort.

Depression – Social Media

Each day I get up to see: a set of school friends partying in the town’s hippest discotheque, graduation friends sharing candid shots & snippets of their fancy fairy tale wedding, my ex-students uploading babymoon snaps & few other friends enjoying vacations at some exotic locations.

Where do I get these details from?

Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat and WhatsApp!

These social media platforms are nothing but ‘gaam-ni-panchat’, a Gujju definition for ‘Facebook’ & ‘Instagram’.

One catches a glimpse of not just their friends but also of celebrities living their life to the fullest. Where they party, where they casually hang-out, clothes and brands they wear, cuisines they try and what not!

Knowingly or unknowingly these updates from each person on our FB, WhatsApp status & Insta page, fills a void in our lives. We start comparing ourselves to them. We start looking up to them. We secretly desire to be like them.

A friend of mine, was prone to this. A mom to a wonderful kid, she followed so many mom bloggers through these sites, and as a result, felt herself to be an incompetent mother. She constantly felt the need to do something extra for her kid. A sheer pressure that she could not take her kid to an X class mentioned by some mom blogger or use a Y method to raise her kid, often bogged her down. Knowing her all my life and observing her since she got preggers, all I can say is no-one would be better mom to her angel, then yummy-mummy already is.

I ain’t saying these social media platforms are a waste of our time, but as per various studies conducted across the globe, out of every 10 people 7 are dissatisfied of their life after comparing it with others. These handles only project a ‘I am so happy’ version of themselves.

On the flip side, I also agree that they provide useful information to many but at what cost? Also, I am not against any of these platforms or bloggers, but just imagine how shallow they make us feel. They induce a sense of ‘I wish I had that or I wish I was more like him/her’.

Where are we heading to? In this so-called fake world, where everything except death is temporary; what are we chasing? Happiness or self-inflicted pain? Pain of left-out, pain of not fitting in with the world, pain of missing out if not on these social scorecards.

Ample number of times we have come across quotes like: “Comparison is the thief of joy.” Theodore Roosevelt; “When you are content to be simply yourself and don’t compare or compete, everyone will respect you.” Lao Tzu; “Don’t compare your beginning to someone else’s middle.” Tim Hiller. In spite of that, we keep equating our lifestyles to them.

The excessive use of this internet community has made us so redundant. Our creativity too is hampered. Using ‘Googalai-namah’, we find multiple solutions for our day-to-day problems, in just matter of seconds. Gone are the days when we would call our grandmothers or grandfathers for their ‘garelu nuskas’.

Through this post, I want my readers to not feel left out watching other people enjoying life, nor I want them to constantly keep evaluating what they own in correlation to others.

We all have different time-zones. Our time to shine may be someone else’s time to be dull. Don’t get carried away contemplating another people’s life.

The minute you start measuring your life to that which your friends showcase on social media, is the time you are falling in the depression zone! Be aware and use these media wisely, or soon you will find yourself in deep lost zone.


… and once again, SHE travelled on a voyage of no return.

What age are we in? Have we really progressed? Do people really understand the amount of mental compression we can cause others?

I am deeply grieved to have lost a close associate, who was merely 31-year-old, to depression and mental distress. Apart from her so called family of ‘in-laws’; yes, I would blame the lady too, for allowing herself go through the agony.

Why is it that we place our life in hands of ‘naseeb’ aka ‘destiny’, and take in all that comes our way? Can we or rather don’t we know, how to take charge of our lives?

The dear deceased woman, may her soul rest in peace finally, was a post graduate and worked in a top-notch company at a senior position. She was moderately healthy which kind of created complications in conceiving. The sheer pressure from just one year of being married to have a child, made her life miserable. She was repetitively pin-pointed at what all she consumed, compelled to have a certain style of dressing as well as coerced to part of with her salary to meet the household needs. Her phone would be regularly scrutinized to ensure she did not tête-à-tête with guys. Social interactions too, were not encouraged.

Aren’t we living in a century where we swipe right to find a perfect match? Then, what would you call this behaviour and the era the family lives in?

I also feel livid at this young lady. She was a well-qualified person, working at such a respectable position and financially super independent. Why did she not leave all this behind and stay separate to live life at her own terms? Just left it all on fate and surrendered to injustice done to her time and again. Only because the scars of her pain were not visible, could not the parents bring her back home? Could they, being the girl’s parents not interfere in her marital discords?

Why we girls need a man to validate our completeness? Why aren’t we taught to love ourselves first and put the needs of the family later? Why do we wait for a girl to sacrifice her life in order to realize that these age-old traditions need to change? Not having a kid is okay, you surely can adopt one! There are so many abandoned by their respective set of parents. These children need a family to love them anyways.

What must have this 31-year-old soul felt on departing her body? A ‘Thank-You’ to God to end her miseries? Or a ‘I am Sorry’ to her parents?

Through this small piece, I just want all the females reading this to know that – you are very precious to your parents. Don’t ever hesitate to speak your heart out to them. Don’t be broken when a worthless guy does not value your presence or importance. You, my dear girl, have the power to achieve anything you want, whether it’s managing a house or a big company, being its CEO.

Whenever you are in mental pain, parents are the best people to speak too. If you don’t share a great rapport with them, don’t ever shy away to take professional help. God has sent each of us on this earth to make a difference to someone’s life, find a purpose and go ahead fulfilling it.

To the men reading this, all I can say is that – being a woman, isn’t easy. Respect, love and pamper the girls be it your: mother, sister, girlfriend, niece, wife or daughter. Be supportive and appreciative to their needs. You may not be able to help them in their day-to-day chores, but one gesture of ‘YES, I do care for you and love you for who you are!’ is enough for the girl to surpass any storm of her life.

Boys and Girls, be happy and love the life you have.

“Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma – which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition.”
Steve Jobs

Mother’s Day

Yet another day dedicated to our sweetheart mommy is here and social media is filled with Mother’s Day advertisements to showcase different ways we can love them. Some of them are truly brilliant. The recent one being ‘Are we teaching our sons, what we’ve been teaching our daughters’ by Ariel – Sons #ShareTheLoad.

The 2nd Sunday of May will witness, selfies with darling mothers captioned – ‘You are the best mother a child like me could get’, flooding the Instagram and Facebook pages as well as WhatsApp Status and Snapchat stories.

Cakes will be cut; flowers and gifts will be given; love will be poured through lengthy messages and hugs and kissed will be showered on her. The restaurants will have a profitable business and the malls will observe a colossal footfall. Mothers will be persuaded to pamper herself by using the SPA vouchers given by kids or indulge in crazy shopping spree. At the end of the day, the child will feel satiated to have made his or her mother’s, day special.

On the other side, we may also espy children who have lost their mom’s, reminiscing about her with social handles quoting – ‘I dearly miss your presence, Maa’

Each bairn simply show-offs the affection he or she has for his amma through all the above stated drama.

This very Mother’s Day is sheerly a PDA!

Reading this, you may feel, what a bitter lady this ‘Gujju Bawi’ is! Seems like she does not love her mother or is not on talking terms with her. But that is so not true.

Just like the most of you’ll, along my husband and sister in-law, I too will have a special lunch-date with my mother in-law, slice the cake, present a bouquet and inundate her with our love. The 2nd half of my day will be reserved for my Mommy number 1. Here, instead of cake, aam-ras will be consumed (it’s mango Season yaar and Gujratis can kill for Mango ras). Both the time, we kiddos will click photos with our Mom’s and the day will be over.

Now have you ever wondered, that a lady who carried you in her womb for 9 months, in her arms for nearly 2 years and in her heart forever; is really wanting to celebrate this day in a style decided by you? Do you feel the branded watch, expensive lunch or dinner, scented perfumes, designer bags and latest mobile-phones or tablets are really going to make her happy?

We all are extremely busy with our lives. Whether we live with our parents or away from them, the essence of communication in these recent years has simply perished. Even when we go out as a family, all that we really do is click loads of pictures and then each member uploads it on their respective forums for the world to see and believe that the family is having a time of their life. Basically, we are together just physically, whereas mentally we exist in different zones.

How many times have we simply picked up the phone to just check on our moms? When did we last go give her sometime-off from the kitchen? Did we ever, without her complaining of ailments just go and give her a foot or back massage? Told her a thank you for making our life easy by merely being there in it? Or have we ever just asked her, her problems and circumvent those issues? Did we ever do anything without she having to say anything to us? Not get mad when to stay connected with us, she pesters to update her with the latest technology or application. Nobbut give her undivided attention and plant kisses when entering and leaving the house. Answer the phone the very instant she calls or immediately call her once you are no longer occupied? Not make a grunting voice when she requests you to get something from the market. Be grateful for all the meals she makes (even when sometimes you dislike a particular dish).

I am sure, most of us have time and again taken our mom’s for granted. Getting mad at her, somewhere is like a birth-right we are privileged to. We have fought with her, not spoken for days may be, shoved plates and banged the door on her face. And yet, she has still loved us with all her heart.

Through this article, I plea each of you reading this to evaluate how good a son or daughter you have been to your baa (mom in Gujrati) in the past and as a Mother’s Day gift just be there for her not just on one specific day but all days of your life. There won’t be a better Mother’s Day gift then having her kid who is always listening and loving his/her Aai.

Happy Mother’s Day to all the beautiful mommies out there ❤️

Sahebji Salaam

The wall clock struck 2:30 am and just then, the lizard moved a slight inch forward to catch her prey. Sadananshiv sheepishly stared at the creepy wall creature who was about to pounce on her dinner for the night. A few minutes back, the lizard’s dinner, had troubled Sadananshiv by constantly buzzing in his ears. He rather felt bad to see the mosquito about to lose its life.

Just then, he heard the clangouring of a vessel. He was up startled, but soon realised that ‘Timmy’ must have caused the sound. Timmy was a cat, residing with an elderly woman in flat number 301 of ‘Emperial Heights’, a high-rise building located close to Mumbai’s Santacruz station.

The owner of the cat, Mrs. Shanti Ramdayal Surve, was a widow, who suffered from Neurological vision impairment. She had lost her husband at a relatively young age of 42, in a car accident. She survived after being in comma for nearly a month. The accident led to a traumatic brain injury, which resulted in a blurry vision. She could work independently during the day, but require assistance in the night, for which she had hired a caretaker. The caretaker would come around six in the evening; cook and feed Mrs. Shanti and Timmy, wash the utensils and lay them to dry on the kitchen balcony. Before tucking Mrs. Shanti to sleep around 11:00 pm, she would finish any pending laundry or some basic household chores; and leave.

Mrs. Shanti had only one son Sameer, who was married and settled in Pune. He had tried convincing his mother repeatedly to shift with them to Pune, but each time, to not leave Mumbai, Mrs. Shanti would state an emotional reason. For Sameer to leave Pune was difficult since his company did not have a branch in Mumbai and he being at a very important position could not resign abruptly. He along his family would visit her every 2 months and spend the weekend together. Mrs. Shanti had kept herself occupied in many activities and therefore felt lonely occasionally. Her constant company was her pet cat Timmy, gifted to her by her son. Mrs. Shanti had loved pets, but could never keep one when Mr. Ramdayal was alive and on receiving Timmy, her happiness knew no bounds.

Sadananshiv was a 35-year-old security guard of ‘Emperial Heights’. People lovingly called him ‘Shiv’. He was the night shift security guard of the building. Late in the mornings, he would go around doing odd work for the residents of the building. Shiv could never accomplish a task without secondary help given to him. To fetch basic stuff from the market, one would require giving him the precise list and approximately exact cash. One thing most people liked about him was his honest nature. He never lied. As such in true sense, he was a man with clear soul.

Unlike other qualities of ‘Lord Shiv’, our poor chap Sadananshiv was a fattu. The irony of his life – he was a night shift security guard. To avoid working in the night shift, he had tried his hands at all sorts of manual labour work: be it a carpenter, mason, construction worker, electrician or a plumber. However, he failed at each of the above-mentioned field and would be sacked in the 1st week of joining.

Eventually, on much pleading done by his uncle to the secretary of ‘Emperial Heights’, Mr. Khurrana, Sadananshiv got the job. His duties included securing the building premises by patrolling, monitoring surveillance, inspecting building’s equipment and access point and permitting entry. Precisely at 5:30 am he would have to wake up his companion (if he had fallen asleep, which was almost daily) so that he could go, on the taps, on the terrace for water to be filled.

Shiv was terrified of darkness, but would never let it show. During his regular strolls he would keep a torch handy, to avoid being in situations of complete darkness. He was a firm believer of Lord Shiva, but would recite Hanuman Chalisa during the nightly patrols.

Shiv returned to continue starting at the Lizard and wait for the clock to strike 3, which was when he would go around the premises for regular inspection.

5 minutes or so would have passed when Shiv heard faint cries of some woman. At first, he thought someone would have slept with the TV on and the sounds were coming in from there, but the cries were followed by one more noise of a glass falling down.

Shiv was up all tensed, unable to understand what was going on. He would always pray to God for a smooth and trouble-free night.

Several thoughts flushed into his tiny-miny brains. He mumbled to himself, “could it be a thief or the notorious chaddi-gang. No no, I do not feel it could be them. Then? Could it be the Chudail these previous security guards have spoken about? The soft cries are how a Chudail attracts attention. Jai Hanuman Gyaan Gun Sagar….” He kept reciting the Hanuman Chalisa and moved forward in the direction of the noise. The cries stopped and suddenly there was a pin-drop silence.

He heaved a sigh of relief thinking his problems had ended and started walking back towards his cabin, when again he heard a loud thud and an even louder meow of a cat. Instantly he felt it was the Timmy, desperately calling out for help. He ran inside the main door of Emperial Heights towards the lift. The lift was on the 14th floor and if he would have waited, may be something could go wrong. Hence, he dashed to the staircase and climbed up 3 floors to reach flat number 301. He stood still for a moment to confirm whether the noise was coming from 301 or no. One more purring of the cat and he was sure it was Mrs. Shanti, in trouble. He rushed to the door to find it firmly shut, which meant that getting inside, needed some strategy. He looked left and right, wondered if he should ring the bell of flat number 302 for help, but quickly dismissed the thought. The building had glass openings all the way up its staircase, a deliberate architectural design to be used incase of a fire.

He charged towards the window, only to find it half-open. A chilling thought rushed his mind, what if a thief had entered Mrs. Shanti’s house from the same place. He freezed at the sheer notion of the same. The thief could be well armed and hurt Shiv on finding him inside the house. At that very same moment, a dialogue from Bahubali came in his mind, “Samay har kaayar ko shoorvir banne ka ek avsar deta hai, veh kshan yahi hai.” The mere dialogue gave him the strength and he leapt out of the window. The balcony was at a 2-inch gap, which was easily accessible. Shiv quietly entered the balcony and waited to observe the situation. Just then, he felt the cat’s mouth on his pants, asking to be followed. Mrs. Shanti was lying on the floor barely breathing. Shiv in literal sense sprinted to check on Mrs. Surve and on an impulse called on Mr. Shah’s number. Mr. Shah was a doctor, residing in flat number 1103 of the same building. He reached well in time to attend the collapsed Mrs. Shanti and made necessary arrangements to admit her to the nearest hospital.

Next morning all were in praises of Sadanandshiv, who overcame his fear and saved Mrs. Shanti’s life. Mrs. Shanti’s son rushed from Pune to be with his mother and applauded Shiv for his quick thinking. He also rewarded Shiv with some cash.

Shiv instantly became everyone’s favourite and all the security guards of other buildings came to appreciate his smart gesture.

Shiv could not stop thanking God and Amendra Bahubali for giving him the strength that night. He shut his eyes to thank God and just then, he heard faint cries of some woman and a cat meowing.

When he opened his eyes, the clock had struck 2:30 am and the lizard moved an inch forward to catch her prey……


A funny yet serious observation I made,
At times people don’t their own names appreciate.

As such it belongs just to you,
Unfortunately it is decided by the parent duo.

One might be named behind a favorite celebrity,
Stuck forever with it is the poor child’s destiny.

Historical names were in trend during the 70-80s,
Raaja Beta or Kumud Rani were labels given to cute little babies.

Few dislike their appellations as they are too common,
Like Raj, Rahul, Anjali or Simran.

Others are paranoid hearing to their tag’s pronunciations,
“It’s Samaira and not Sameera”, simple yet tiring is the explanation.

Each individual has a funny story behind his or her nickname,
What’s your call dear, on the same?


Pink, majenta, purple or white,
Colors make our world so beautiful and bright.

Each of them has its own history to share,
Beautiful to look are stations painted stairs.

Ever wondered life, if options were just red, yellow and blue,
Tired would be our eyes, from the same kind of view.

A painting would surely loose its charm,
Identical in tincture would be various types of pain relief balm.

The precious gems would not be worthy anymore,
How would we then various jewellery adore?

Men would as such have a blessed life,
Time wouldn’t be taken much to get ready by their darling wives.

Women on the other hand would have limited clothes and accessories,
Less of trouble to their memories.

Colorful would not be then the festival of ‘Holi’,
Festivities would not be felt during Ramzan or Diwali.

Life could be dull with just these primary colors,
Glad to have secondary and tertiary shades to do wonders.


And each time these deadly creatures,
Hurt our dear country’s protectors,
I wonder how wicked would be there preachers,
Who savour killing common people and nation’s defenders.

Do their hearts not bleed to see so much of bloodshed,
Children, women and elders don’t they themselves possess,
What happiness they derive by destroying peaceful sleep when citizens on bed,
And the question is, how such crucial information they access.

I feel these acts are from cowardly subjects,
As if they are born to just complete the massacre projects,
Surviving without a set of personal ethics and morals,
They relish when others quarrel.

I pray God to end this hatred between humans,
Throughout the world so many worthy individuals we have lost,
Just end this ‘my religion is superior’ confusion,
Each homo sapien has some attached cost.

Mumbai Winters

So much has been written about the Mumbai rains,
So for a change,
To talk about the Winters, let’s not abstain.

The climate suddenly has become so chilly,
All are seen wearing sweaters or hoodie,
To gorge on food, not many feel guilty.

The atmosphere is so serene,
Tempts one to have Hot chai or strong caffeine,
And sometimes Manchow soup and chow mein😀

The bed is constantly reminding you of it’s presence,
But at work, important is attendance,
To later avoid any situation unpleasant.

The fans are off for the past few nights,
All one wishes is to cuddle and sleep tight,
Netflix-ing & Old Monk can bring sheer delight🤭

It’s difficult to get up in the morning,
The alarm is on constant mode of snoozing,
Yet the fitness freaks are all up and running.

Lips have become pale & chapped,
Heels too can be seen all cracked,
On Mumbaikars, such is the Winter’s impact.

The MALL Culture

Right from a 2 year old kid,
To a adult diaper wearing geriatric,
Going to a mall is very attractive.

The craze for it is undefined,
As under one roof, many things you find,
So much to choose from, so many offers, it makes you mentally blind.

People from various class can be seen in the mall,
Window shopping or simply for a stroll,
Babies in prams or parents running behind them as they crawl.

The whole sense of buying things has seen a sudden change,
Since these ‘Plazas’ keep stuff of various brands and range,
The impulse buy you make is due to the way they articles arrange.

What has taken over us that we so love going to a mall,
Somewhere knowing that once done, our wallets will have a fall,
Moving with the herd mentality from one to another stall.

The ‘Sale’ sell goods which may be old or of inferior quality,
The funny part is, we are aware of the reality,
And still buying as well as spending in great quantity.

I too love visiting these super markets,
All decked up, ready to be their new target,
One bag in my hand for sure, each time I have from here departed.

Connection through Communication

One may be deaf, dumb or blind,
Expressing or sharing thoughts leads to mental peace find.
A baby with monosyllable and gestures combined,
Is able to show us, what is running in through his/her minds.

Communication connects us all to understand the others’ perspective,
And we act as per our subjective,
Connecting or binding is the main objective,
A sense of being one, collective.

Imagine if we could not communicate!
Would civilizations grow at this rate?
How would we to each other persuade?
That it is essential to time and again rejuvenate.

One is able to convey successfully even if languages are different,
Emotions in the process of communication are utmost significant,
All 5 senses play the role like an excellent participant,
And as such the signs or chattering both are equivalent.

One just glooms when the other fails to be in same thought frequency,
Devastated and broken, at the same time, equally,
Connection with the right people has to happen vehemently,
As well as, without much effort, just ceaselessly.

It could be ‘ME’ or ‘YOU’

Is it wrong to love yourself?

Why is it necessary to please others always?


Doing things that make you happy,

Just laying around & not being out partying.


Having hot Maggi with ample of cheese on it,

Fail to remember stuff hence making small small chits.


Singing the new favourite song on the top of your voice,

Need none’s interference or thumps up for your choice.


Reading the same book over and over again,

Somewhere, something from it you may surely gain.


Going to CCD or Starbucks and having an expensive coffee,

It’s your life after all, you are allowed to take a funky selfie


You may earn more or less than your fellow mates,

And could explore the whole concept of blind dates


You may chose to move out and built the house of your dreams,

It’s not cause with your parents you are on extremes.


Loving the same or opposite sex is purely your wish,

Stay away from people, but don’t let them get on your nerves, please.


Each individual has the right to live life on their own set of terms,

Eventually it’s just you, winner from so many sperms 😉



Brother – 2nd Hero of the Girl’s Life

All sisters will with me agree,
Having a brother gives safety’s garuntee,
Not a dull moment having him around it may be,
To be with you, he will try each time to be free♥

Whether he is elder or younger to you,
Constant love and support he showers, which is true,
Mischief maker as well as all your chocolates he will chew,
To make you happy after a fight is his motto, something we have no clue.

He looks upto to you to share his feelings,
Coz you may be his strong support and may help him in situations dealing,
Things that may hurt you, he is good at conceiling,
Is afraid to see you go away, everything and everyone leaving.

He does trouble in a way to make you pull your hair & shout,
But would kill some1 who even thinks to upset you, without any doubt,
To parents about you he may always rant out,
But in the need of hour he won’t ever on you back out.

A brother-sister bond is special in it’s own way,
Each sibling-couple has spent some amazing and wonderful days,
They keep being there for each other, all parents pray,
And there relations too never stray♥

Just Hold On !

When life gives you lemon,
Make lemonade out of it,
Each incident teaches you some lesson,
And will also make you fit.

People will always try to put you down,
Don’t get affected by it,
The world is ruthless and enjoy when someone will drown,
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.

The political game is part and parcel of our life,
Learn how to play it,
Be a smart knife,
Know when to apply butter n when to slit.

The world is filled with people who love to deceive,
Ensure you are not one of the hypocrite,
Try hard for success to with smart work achieve,
Be cool, calm and compose when showing off your wit.

Life has it’s way to make you strong,
Just follow the righteous path bit by bit,
Morally awaken senses won’t let you go wrong,
If you are messed up, just simple to a loved one admit.

An Affair to Remember!

She felt guilty of her new addiction,
The affair in her boring life was a recent distraction.

Most of her married-working friends had forced her to,
Try this game about which not many have a clue.

It was about having to lie,
Feel feel, to the temptation don’t deny.

Since she was working, the trip did not feel fake,
A day spent in bed not thinking of it as a mistake.

Just the mere thought of laying and enjoying,
Letting go of reservations and emotions free flowing.

Ordering her favourite delicacy and dessert,
Wearing pajama pants and a loose t-shirt.

Binge-watching episodes of the latest series,
Keeping aside life’s troubles and worries.

Finishing a book through the day,
With occasional coffee breaks, delivered to your doorway.

Tossing and turning, catching up on all the lost sleep,
An affair for lifetime with the BED you can secretly keep.

The Office-Goer

The alarm goes off at a little before 7:00,
Have barely slept enough is what most have an expression,
Reaching to the workplace on time is the mind’s impression,
A quick run through over the day’s various session.

With half open eyes one steps out of the bed,
Trying to remember what job to finish boss had said,
A long day ahead,
is what is dread,

Preparing a presentation for the new client,
Impressing them with the company’s profit margins being giant,
One trick of trade is obliging to be compliant,
Showcasing how on their support we are reliant.

The commute to work pulls the energy out of us,
Be it a private vehicle, train, taxi or bus,
Every office goer has something about to cuss,
Frustrations and resentments are full on plus.

The lunch breaks are expected to start after the designated time,
Exceeding of 5 mins can be taken as a big crime,
Your head and his biased few are to be treated prime,
Fake ‘you are my ideal’ will help you corporate ladder climb.

Dealing with office politics is altogether a different ball game,
One must keep praying to not be in anyone’s hit list’s name,
All love to freebie claim,
Putting others down is no shame.

You hate your manager as such,
But can’t do about it much,
One surely does have their own set of bunch,
Who on the right time give you a boosting punch.

Waiting for E.O.D inorder to leave is looked forward eagerly,
Salary is always paid so meagerly,
Weekends are rarely spend leisurely,
And leaves or public holidays get over speedily.

The life of an office-goer is pretty much exhaustive,
Family members are sometimes unsupportive,
It could make you a little bit aggressive,
If asked to be all the time adjustive😁


This man comes in your life when u make a firm choice,
You need to be sure as later about it can’t make any noise.

He is the guy who eventually steals your heart,
He becomes your MAN & only death can do you apart.

This fellow is none other then your darling husband,
Staying with him you may crib, there is none like him in a hundred thousand😉

He acts like a kid to attract your attention,
And secretly ensures his presence can bring you no tension.

His each move is to safegaurd you from any possible trouble,
Holds your hand firmly so you may never tumble.

At times he does scold you for being careless,
It’s only and only cause he loves you limitless.

He may demand things in the middle of the night,
Which dress looks good on you, about it is always right.

He has the potential to drive you crazy with his ‘i don’t care attitude’,
Weekeneds spend sitting in front of TV, eyes on it super glued.
A few of them dawn the chef’s hat,
After an ugly as well as regular spat😉

He does rant about his clothes or things not being in place,
But can’t do away when you give them his individual space.

A special date night he may for you organize,
N timely needs your inputs and advise.

However annoying the better-half can be,
To handle them good enough, each wife holds a special degree.

Daddy’s Little Princess

When she was born he was immensely happy,
Soon waiting for to be called daddy.

He protects her from the smallest of pains,
Expecting himself to be her main.

Her smallest of wish or demand he makes it a point to fulfill,
Nursing her when she falls ill.

Clasping her tiny fingers he teaches her to walk,
On any subject practically he can talk.

Guiding her on what is wrong and right,
He inclines to keep her in front of his careful sight.

Making her a strong person is what he truly desires,
Hankers to safeguard her from all sorts of liars.

One day she will leave him and go to her other man is what he knows,
Secretly he yearns to go with wherever she goes.

They say a daddy loves her princess more then anything,
Why do we girls have to leave them to be with the other king?