Happy Women’s Day Ladies <3


You give her a house, and she gives you a warm fuzzy home.
You give her your support, and she has the courage to the move the mountains.
You give her a cell, and she brings a human into your life.
You give her your trust, and she brings serenity to your life.
If you try to understand her, and she will surely never leave you.
You give her respect, and you will turn into a respectable person in the society.
You give her love, and she will make you the center of her world.
After all, she is a woman, Phenomenally, Phenomenal woman.


Whatever you give her, she return’s it in multitude. So think what you are giving to the women of your life. Not just your partner but your mother, daughter, sister, and grandmother.

Try to give her something that will make her life more beautiful.It could be a long lost apology or a warm hug, or it could be enrolling her in her favorite class or to a course which she wanted to join for so long. It could be re-introducing her to her lost passion. Or it could just be the simple words like I love you or I care for you or I will protect you, or I will support you or I will try to understand you or I will give you more time. I assure you it will make her day. Our Words hold immense power to change anyone’s heart. They are the best gift you can ever give anyone.

So this International Women’s Day give her something that will make her life a tiny bit more beautiful.

Happy International Women’s Day to all the phenomenallyΒ  phenomenal women’s out there.

Remembering The Mind Benders – I

β€œThe dream begins, most of the time, with a teacher who believes in you”


A journey towards knowledge start from the day you are born. I realized this while watching my five-day old nephew, who was born six weeks ago. How, step by step you unfold the mystery of life, peel its hidden layers and try to live your own version of it.

The first step of this odyssey is about finding the right hand to hold your finger, who can help you understand the marvels of this mortal world.

Now imagine 25 years back, a two and half-year old kid with a worn out old school bag, standing at the door, waiting for the chance to enter in the universe of the insightful elite people.

Yes, that’s me πŸ™‚ and this is how my curiosity for learning, took me, to my educational Mecca.

Today out of all days, I have chosen as a day to write about people who have been my teachers, till now:) I won’t be writing it in a chronological order, as that would become too predictable for you to understand my life and also because some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Ambiguity is delicious,isn’t it?

So right here, I am serving this flavourful platter of my learning’s to you.

I was never an intelligent student, just an average one, neither too much noticed nor ignored. Still out of cream loving teachers, there are few who notice your strengths and pushes you towards the next plateau. Apparently, I too found, few such teachers, whose leap of faith in me, gave me better opportunities πŸ™‚

First and foremost for the teacher who introduced me to the charms of English. He was 5’3” tall, blazer wearing teacher, which was so uncommon in those days. He never taught us from book, instead he use to draw the story on the board. I was never his favourite student, nor do I think he ever noticed my existence in his class. But his passion towards language, made me passionate about it. Thursday, was a no lecture day, he use to pick up random novels and use to illustrate the stories on board. He is the best narrator I ever known. So thank you sir πŸ™‚ it’s because of those beautiful literary classes I am a voracious reader now.

So behind every writer there is one wonderful English teacher who tugs and pushes,them in bringing out the best words. This is about my literature teacher who brought back the lost faith in my writings . She taught me only for a year or so. I remember writing since I was kid, but as I wasn’t a brilliant one, my articles were never published, instead I was told to improve. Until she walked down into my life. I vividly remember that day, she was distributing our unit test papers , she announced my name and came to my seat, handing me my paper, she said β€œthat was an amazing article”, I looked down at my sheet, where Excellent was written, just above my article. I don’t remember what I wrote or what topic it was but what I remember is her words. For the first time in my life, the teacher of the subject I adored, adored me back. That’s what restored my faith back in my writing skills, after umpteen rejected articles for schools,college and various other sites, I am still writing, so thank you mam for that strong and wonderful comment πŸ™‚

We had four houses in our school, mine was RED house. This one is for my house in-charge. This was my first in year in this school, I was 11-year-old, shy and uncertain kid. When one day while going back home, she randomly picked me out of student’s line, asked me to read few lines from my English book. Yes, that’s how I landed up with my first stage performance as Alexander-The Great . And from there on, started the series of participation in vocal extra-curricular activities.Thank you mam for giving me first stage appearance.

This one is for the teacher who not just helped me in winning the challenge my dad threw at me but gave me my national level participation in an event when I was just thirteen. Total Quality Circle(TQC) is society where group of people be student or working, pick up a problem from their workplace or daily life and present a presentation about how they dealt with it, what solutions they have now etc. Speaking in front of 2000 adults with your learned and practised lines, isn’t easy. Because the catch was Q&A session after the presentation where big company VP’s and CEO’s sitting in the jury could ask you any question. Thank you mam for giving me this opportunity which helped in understanding that nothing could be fully planned, uncertainty is life and its OK to be not good or perform bad at times. The most important one, how a team works.

I bow to my dance teacher for taking me under her wings. It was you who made me realize that I could dance like a pro. You took me through the wondrous lanes of classical and folk dances, it was because of you I feel free while dancing, like no one is watching. It has become my way of achieving catharsis.

A big hug for my maths teacher who irrespective of having 100% scoring students in her class, which was enough to get her best appraisal, worked on and with me, because of which I could across the hurdle of being on the side of 50% towards on another better greener side of distinction.

And a mammoth of gratitude towards my PT teacher for introducing me to yoga and meditation. It was your early morning, serenity surrounding, OM chanting classes that made me fall in love with mediation. I can recall that day fairly well when you asked all of us to do scale pose and except me no one could do it, well. So you called me in-front and asked me to show it to all πŸ™‚ This made me realize that my being petite is not awful instead it’s a blessing in disguise. It allowed me to think beyond what people could see. So thank you for showing me the power of mediation and yoga.

As life is not always roses you do tend to find thorns hidden in the bushes,but they too tend to teach you lessons. After all we can either complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorns have roses. Now I will talk about teachers who did right in doing some wrong to me.

Like I remember there was this teacher of mine, who, two times knowingly or unknowingly handed my trophy to someone else. This incident taught me that no matter what, no matter who, you should always fight and stand for your own-self, even against the highest of authorities.So thank you dear mam πŸ™‚

The one who always ignored me in my cooking class. Thanks to you mam I turned out to be a good cook not as per your expectations.

A certain gratitude towards my drawing teacher for constantly reminding me that my fingers aren’t cut off to draw. I finally completed my school with biology majors which is the subject with hardest, most detailed intricate art in sketching human body. I promise I drew every bit of it on my own, as matter of fact, my biology teacher was quite impressed with the colorful Palaemon (prawn), I drew on the first page of my biology laboratory file.

And last but not the least a big heart-felt thank you to my biology teacher(she is not the one I just talked above), who was unapologetic about calling me a failure ahead of whole class when in reality I was a second topper in your subject, in that unit test. Because of you I learned how much I hate lies and hypocrisy.

PS: While writing this post I realized that I should thank people from all spheres of my life, so this PART 1 was dedicated to my school teachers πŸ™‚ I would be writing in future about friends, college professors, bosses and office colleagues, relatives and family πŸ™‚

Birthday wishes for the courageous girl

“Sometimes just saying Happy Birthday isn’t enough “

Today is my beautiful friend, with a wonderful heart Courage Coach’s birthday. So I am going to share our journey being friends.


So one day on 15th October 2015, I saw a message notification on my blog series Summer Diary by this charismatic lady πŸ™‚ Here is the first comment she left on my blog.


She arrived on the 8th chapter of the series and she bowled me with her interest in my blog by reading all the previous chapter of that series on the same day. Her each comment was much warmer than the previous one πŸ™‚ It’s there she took my heart way with her magnanimous nature and generosity.

We started off with as WP friends, then one day she asked me whether I could fit myself in her Indian travel diaries πŸ™‚ I happily obliged and she came to visit me in Pune. I can never forget the day I first met, she arrived around at 10 pm at her hotel and I was waiting for her call, she called me and ran off with my hubby on his super bike πŸ˜€ to meet her. I remember, how warm her first hug was πŸ™‚ Jenny you have most kind eyes πŸ™‚ Your eyes are the mirror to your soul. We had a blasting weekend πŸ™‚ Jen you were sport πŸ™‚ eating all my homemade Indian dishes and praising me for it πŸ˜€

We were like house on fire πŸ™‚ two loquacious people sharing their life, experiences and cultural differences. It was such an insightful meeting

Jen and Me

Today on your special day honey I would love to thank you for all the love that you shower on me

On this birthday I wish you all the success for your upcoming book πŸ™‚ A stronger heart to deal with all small issues in your life πŸ™‚ And hell lot more people to fall in love with you madly, deeply and truly ❀

Here is your bday cake honey ❀


PS : We will celebrate your bday once we meet in feburary

PPS: Have a awesom day with kids πŸ™‚ I know they will love the plans you have made πŸ˜‰

To the woman, who changed my life


β€œHowever, how tightly you shut the door, there are some people who just walk in and change your life forever.”

This is how you entered in my life, breaking the walls, I erected, with so much zeal, to protect myself from getting hurt.

I can never forgot the day I first met you. How apprehensive we were, just talking for formality and not even making an eye-contact. I being the judgmental one, found you quite dull and boring, you on the another hand found me arrogant and unkind. It took us a whole month to accept our existence in each others life.

The seed of friendship got sown when our first internal examination date, unexpectedly stung us. Unprepared and alarmed, I found solace in your company. I can vividly recall that barren common room with a brown leather sofa sitting in the corner and a small gray television mounted on a small table. Each day we use to sit in different sections of the room by dragging that sofa in diverse directions according to our moods. We studied less and chatted more, making that room our temporary home.

For the first time in my life, I decided to go for common studies as that was my only chance to clear mathematics examination. I can never forgot, how seriously you took the role of a teacher. How perfect you were in your job, taking me through those horrendous mathematics lanes. Alas! I was of no help to you in computers as you were already good in it.

In middle of these examinations my first hostel birthday came and you never left my side on that day. You always took it on yourself to make my special day more special. My each birthday, that I spent with you,was splendid than the last one. You have a talent of making feel beautiful inside out.

Do you remember, how we started our beautiful ritual of having meals from same dish.

How, while standing on those long queues of hostel mess once, the idea to share the food from same plate struck us. That small idea became a habit. Never ever, we dared to break our beautiful custom, not even, outside our hostel premises.

Sometimes when I sit alone and ponder, the flashback takes me to those nights where we use to carp about every single person we knew in our college. How much fun it was, to be our real selves with each other. Those beautiful moon lit nights where sitting on those yellow balcony walls, we weaved dreams of our future. The fantasy world where everything would be of our choice. You know, I still linger on that memory where one day you lovingly promised me that no matter what, our friendship will last longer than us.

You know what was the best part of our friendship, that no matter how huge our differences may be, how shitty we had fought, how strongly, we may have disagreed, but in the end, we always found a way back.

The three years of our togetherness passed so quickly and even before we could realize, the depth of our love, the time came, to move over to a new destination. Destiny took us in different directions, yet no one ever came close to what you were to me. People entered in our lives and left, every time strengthening our relation, making us believe nobody would fit into our shoes.

We evolved together from girls to women, from daughters to wives, from friends to best friends. When I look back at my college life, I find many small regrets but I neglect them all because if I haven’t ended up in that college I would have never known that a friend like you and a friendship like ours could exist in this mortal world.

Now when we are a decade old, we are in different stages of life, we talk not that often, meet rarely but still when I think of a friend, you still top that list. It’s you who taught me the real meaning of friendship. It’s you who showed me that friend’s could be selfless. It’s you who revealed it to me that you can put your friend’s interest before yours. It’s you whom I still need in my low times. And I know, it will always be you.

PS : Darling this my token of love for being my best friend for a decade and ever.

Yours loving best friend


Adieu to 2015, Bonjour to 2016

β€œLet the past go far away..

Let’s Permit our future to roll itself for us

Let’s stay in the essence of this vary moment”

As the new calendar decorates our home and our heart, I try to capture some moments of the year gone by in my words.

The year started with a beautiful naming ceremony of my little new nephew who just few days back turned a year old.

My baby nephew on his naming ceremony πŸ™‚

It was the first time in my life, I held a newly born baby and I must say it is one of the most amazing feeling in the world.

The odyssey of 2015 took another leap and presented me a job after being unemployed for almost 10 months . This taught me that hard work pays and you achieve your targets. They may get late at times but they do get accomplished. So you should never loose hope πŸ™‚

For three months, I kept juggling between too much office work and house hold work. Afterwards, I was project less for almost 6 months and was on bench enjoying tea,coffee and office gossips πŸ˜‰ It was a blessing in disguise because it made me join WP πŸ™‚ I met new people, made friends, discussed different writing forms, appreciated others, motivated some and got pushed and came out as an better writer than last year πŸ™‚

Among all this somewhere between the year, I faced some hard situations too. One of my close friend lost her sister and niece in a accident when she was already struggling with her married life 😦 . This situation tested me as a counsellor. I realized the importance of taking right decision at right time. And what it needs to save a dying relation.

β€œChains do not hold a marriage together. It is threads, hundreds of tiny threads which sew people together through the years.”

For the first time, I wrote something for my brother on rakshabandhan and celebrated on-line rakshabandhan for yet another year. With it came the month of our birthday’s. I threw a known surprise birthday party for hubby dear ;). Celebrated my own birthday with all zing πŸ™‚ Got beautiful birthday gifts from my loved ones ❀ and a very touching post from Nimzy πŸ™‚

My Birthday gifts πŸ™‚

After this came the hectic month of October where we were shopping like shopaholics for our new home. Before we could even take a breath, the time came for Diwali and we headed to our home-town πŸ™‚ . It was super awesome time with family and friends. Enjoyed Mom and Me time with my mother πŸ™‚ The cherry on the cake was meeting some of my close friends πŸ™‚ We laughed like an idiot , teased each-other for some non-sense stuff and shared part of our souls under the sun. Life couldn’t be better than this πŸ™‚

But then, my father met with an accident but by god’s grace he was safe only his car got crashed. My mother in law fractured her ankle while she went on a pilgrimage. She is still recovering.

These painful and tragic conditions teaches us the importance of our loved ones πŸ™‚ How everything else is just worthless in-front of life πŸ™‚ How we should be thankful to god for keeping our loved ones safe πŸ™‚ I learned πŸ™‚

β€œLove enough until you are alive”

The month of December started with high note, we shifted to our new home πŸ™‚ I joined a new job :). We had beautiful Christmas vacations with our family πŸ™‚ The year ended with, me donning the hat of hostess for the first time. A small party with close friends at our home with cooking lot of new dishes , dancing to my favorite tunes and prayers to almighty πŸ™‚

Now that 2016 has already hit the floor πŸ™‚ I wish everyone reading this post A very

Happy New Year πŸ™‚


May this year add new layer of creativity to our never ending writing passion. May we bleed our WP sites with wonderful posts :)

PS: Before I sign-off I would thank WP for sharing our growth with us πŸ™‚

HereΒ  is my performance card πŸ˜‰ It says …

A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 4,400 times in 2015. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 4 trips to carry that many people.

To The Girl In The White Scarf

Dear Nimzy ❀

I love to start this letter with a beautiful quote from Albert Schweitzer

β€œIn everyone’s life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit. β€œ

For me WP was that medium where I allowed my inner radiant to be exposed. You have been amongst the first few who recognized the real me and from there on it has been a wonderful voyage.

My each post is incomplete without your likes and comments 😍 How beautiful is your each comment with a lot of hearts ❀ ❀ and hugs and kisses πŸ’‹πŸ’‹ . We girls love PDA πŸ˜€ .

I never had friends who could write πŸ˜› until I reached WP. Now I have my bunch of friends who love to write and read, just like me πŸ˜€ So this one of the biggest blessing I have received in 2015.

Now look how similar we are πŸ˜‰ I can’t say replica over here because I can’t sing and yes I am not a big soccer fan. I just watch FIFA πŸ˜› . But yes, we both cry like babies watching movies πŸ˜› . Our favorite fragrance is petrichor 😍 .We are big foodies πŸ˜› And our undying love for books, bonds us more stronger πŸ˜‰ And the list can keep going on …..

But it’s just not that which tie us together …its your endeavors dear ❀

How busy your schedule may be but you take out time, to read my posts. What bigger gift can a person have than this one ❀ . A girl friend who can read your hidden emotions behind every post ❀ Though you are quite younger to me but when I talk to you I never felt that gap as you are mature enough to understand certain things πŸ™‚

Whenever I come to WP and see notifications from you, I smile πŸ™‚ because I know there is someone who cares to read me. Sometimes you make me laugh with your humor πŸ˜€ , sometimes you make me nostalgic with your talks 😦 and sometimes you bring me happiness of its own kind πŸ™‚ 😍

In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, for in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

You must have got tons of wishes by now, but this is a small gesture to show you, how much you mean to me .

It is a good thing to be rich, and it is a good thing to be strong, but it is a better thing to be loved by many friends.

Now this is your special day …so you should smile big..laugh hard and party harder …enjoy your special day honey ❀ May almighty shower you with lots of happiness and success . May you touch new heights of success ❀

Your bday table from me πŸ˜‰

With Lots and lots of hugs and kisses ❀

The Girl Behind Black Hat

NJ ( el )

This poem is dedicated to me by my blogger friend Nisthur( it’s his pen name) .He likes to be called by his pen name only which means feeling less …and I don’t know why he choose such a name…because a person without feelings won’t write poems for his blogger friends πŸ™‚ .He is awesome poet who expresses his experiences of life through his marvelous Hindi poetry :). A big thank you for this kind gesture πŸ™‚


What can be a better birthday gift …a birthday letter from my dear Nimz ❀ whom I met on WP and now we share a special bond of Friendship…our friendship is epitome of unseen love over WP ❀

Nimz revealed

My dear,

I still don’t know whether to call you Neerja Di or NJ or Neerja only. That itself says its not the age, its all about heart.. ❀ I was embarrassed for a moment to post this here. I thought of drafting it and mail this to you. But when I made a rethink, I was ready to publish this here. This is where we met, so this is the best place to share this.. πŸ™‚
I am not so specialized in writing birthday notes.. πŸ˜› But I promised you I will give you one.. So here it is.. I hope this won’t disappoint you.. πŸ™‚

First of all, HAPPY BIRTHDAY πŸ™‚ to The Girl Behind Black Hat.. My mind saved that image as you and the only other picturesΒ are some old childhood snaps of you.. You know what I mean..Right?? πŸ˜›
You are one of the best…

View original post 409 more words

Touched by an Angel

Just like every day I went through the soul curry column of Times of India. There is something very touching about this column. May be its uniqueness lies in the ordinarily life. We all yearn for exceptional moments and when they come to people like us, they become more appealing. And one such soul tale touched me too. The article was named To Shikha, withlove. As usual I thought it was some sort of love letter. But when I opened it I realized it was more than that. I don’t know how often people go about finding lives of their author. But I am one such person who very often offends the privacy of my authors.

I read the name at the bottom and started searching. To my very surprise I didn’t found the face of my author on Facebook. So second thing I did was I made a combination of her information and goggled it. As we all know nobody understand us better then Google God πŸ˜‰

Yippee I hit the bull’s eye. I found her not in actual way but in the form of various articles. All the articles were pointing to same protagonist. So obviously now my interest got shifted from the author to the protagonist .The bitter truth is now days no body writes on you until you are exceptional person and the protagonist seemed to be one. I started hopping from one article to other in search of her. Finally after roaming through lot of webpages I reached to my destined place. Oblomov’s Sofa . The name itself holds the key of protagonist life. Let me clear up you guys she just is not protagonist, she is Shikha…my angel who has left this beautiful earth for wonderful abode up there. Every day like ritual I peek into her blog column, reading her and try to understand her thoughts. She was such a good writer that I always feel why I didn’t I reach her space before. May be I could also have become part of her memory.

So many times there are people who without their knowledge inspire you in so many ways. She was an angel because she has opened a new spectrum of writing knowledge for me. There is so much to learn from the way she wrote. I know I will keep going to her place but if after some time I don’t then she will live in my articles till the time I part of mother earth.

“When two people are on a journey, there will be miles when they will fall silent, but that doesn’t mean they shouldn’t be traveling together.”

Continue reading