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Thursday, 31 March 2016
Tuesday, 22 March 2016
My colorful Holi Memories
After meeting my close friend Shwetha, my life has changed more colorful. She used to always tell me that we should see our life as a colorful one. In Tamil Nadu, we do not celebrate Holi much like North India. However, I started celebrating after meeting Shwetha.
When she calls me to wish for New Year, she clearly tells the date of Holi for that year. She consistently checks whether we have booked tickets for traveling to their place.
Holi means colorful. She tells that we should always make our life as colorful. On Holi, both of us take a bag of gulaal and visit her friends' house. There were days when we forget to eat the whole day. We forget ourselves on the day of Holi. Our only motive used to be to put gulaal as much as we can.
We left our bag of gulaal once in her place and started walking to her friend's place. It was located 30 minutes far from her house. We were so excited to throw colors on each and everyone in her family. After reaching her home, we realized that we forget our gulaal bag. We both got disappointed. We were not able to buy as we did not have money.
We did not want to enter her friend's house as we were afraid that they will tease us. We were standing near the street corner as were not able to walk back immediately. We were very tired and wanted to take rest. So, we were standing.
We saw a dog coming towards us and left some polythene bag in front of us. It left the place silently. It was a bag of gulaal. We were excited but did not take it for some time. We were waiting for the owner of the bag to come. But nobody turned out for half an hour. So, we took the bag and ran towards her friend's home.
We started throwing the gulaal as soon as we entered. We were playing happily for the full day. When we went to the first floor of their home, we saw a similar dog. We thought they were just looking alike.
When we returned to Shwetha's home, her father told me that whether we were given new bag of gulaal by her friend's family. We were wondering why he was saying that. He told that he had called her friend's house to tell that we had left the bag. They had told that they would take care off.
Then only, we were able to realise that they have only sent the gulaal bag through their dog. Shwetha immediately called her friend's house and her grandma confirmed the same.
Holi is not only about colors and staining. It is also about love and affection we have for people on which we put gulaal.
Shwetha has promised me that she would visit my place to celebrate Holi this year. I am just eagerly waiting for her arrival.
I’m pledging to #KhulKeKheloHoli this year by sharing my Holi memories atBlogAdda in association with Parachute Advansed.
When she calls me to wish for New Year, she clearly tells the date of Holi for that year. She consistently checks whether we have booked tickets for traveling to their place.
Holi means colorful. She tells that we should always make our life as colorful. On Holi, both of us take a bag of gulaal and visit her friends' house. There were days when we forget to eat the whole day. We forget ourselves on the day of Holi. Our only motive used to be to put gulaal as much as we can.
We left our bag of gulaal once in her place and started walking to her friend's place. It was located 30 minutes far from her house. We were so excited to throw colors on each and everyone in her family. After reaching her home, we realized that we forget our gulaal bag. We both got disappointed. We were not able to buy as we did not have money.
We did not want to enter her friend's house as we were afraid that they will tease us. We were standing near the street corner as were not able to walk back immediately. We were very tired and wanted to take rest. So, we were standing.
We saw a dog coming towards us and left some polythene bag in front of us. It left the place silently. It was a bag of gulaal. We were excited but did not take it for some time. We were waiting for the owner of the bag to come. But nobody turned out for half an hour. So, we took the bag and ran towards her friend's home.
We started throwing the gulaal as soon as we entered. We were playing happily for the full day. When we went to the first floor of their home, we saw a similar dog. We thought they were just looking alike.
When we returned to Shwetha's home, her father told me that whether we were given new bag of gulaal by her friend's family. We were wondering why he was saying that. He told that he had called her friend's house to tell that we had left the bag. They had told that they would take care off.
Then only, we were able to realise that they have only sent the gulaal bag through their dog. Shwetha immediately called her friend's house and her grandma confirmed the same.
Holi is not only about colors and staining. It is also about love and affection we have for people on which we put gulaal.
Shwetha has promised me that she would visit my place to celebrate Holi this year. I am just eagerly waiting for her arrival.
I’m pledging to #KhulKeKheloHoli this year by sharing my Holi memories atBlogAdda in association with Parachute Advansed.
My Beautiful Holi Memories
As I am from Tamil Nadu, we have never celebrated Holi as a family. Before I got Shwetha in my life, I have seen Holi only on the TV. Shwetha is my best friend who is very close to my heart. I came to know about her through my dad's friend. When they visited our native for a family trip, they came to our house to taste Tirunelveli Halwa. We both were too little and language was a barrier for us to play together. We smiled at each other only when they were about to leave. But both of our families mingled very nicely.
When Diwali came that year, they had sent us a greeting card to greet for Diwali. We did the same thing for New Year and they sent for Pongal again. To our surprise, they sent us a handwritten letter too inviting us to their house for Holi.
When my father asked me whether we could go to their home, I was very skeptical to visit their home. As were very little at that time, we were not fluent in English too. My father convinced me somehow. He guessed that their family must be wearing new dresses for Holi. He did not want us to wear old dresses. So, he had bought us new dresses for Holi.
We boarded the train and reached their place after traveling for 42 hours. It was such a long travel. That uncle had come to pick us up from the station. We reached their house safely without getting stained from colors.
I took the bath and wore the new dress. As soon as I came out, Shwetha she put gulaal on me. My new dress got fully stained and I started to cry. I was not able to control myself. After seeing me crying, Shwetha went inside her room and brought a new dress.
She told me that they have bought that dress only for me and asked me to wear. She apologised too. I loved that dress too. So, I stopped crying and went to wear that dress.
When I came back, I saw Shwetha's friend sitting in the hall. Her native was Tamil Nadu and she had known even Tamil. She immediately became close to me. She asked me whether Shwetha's dad had bought 2 similar dresses. I asked why she is asking. She told that even Shwetha showed the same dress as her Holi dress few days before.
Shwetha went and took her from the hall to tell something. When she returned back, I asked her what they talked. She told me that the dress I was wearing was Shwetha's. She had given me her Holi dress as I was crying. I was stunned to hear her response.
I immediately went and hugged Shwetha. I went and took some gulaal and asked her to throw at me again. She was hesitating initially. I told her not to worry and asked to put me gulaal. I told her that I would keep the dress with gulaal for the lifetime as a token of love.
Since that year, we have been meeting for every Holi. We buy dresses for each other just to stain with gulaal. If you have someone to put gulaal on you, it means that you have someone to love you to the core.
I’m pledging to #KhulKeKheloHoli this year by sharing my Holi memories atBlogAdda in association with Parachute Advansed.
When Diwali came that year, they had sent us a greeting card to greet for Diwali. We did the same thing for New Year and they sent for Pongal again. To our surprise, they sent us a handwritten letter too inviting us to their house for Holi.
When my father asked me whether we could go to their home, I was very skeptical to visit their home. As were very little at that time, we were not fluent in English too. My father convinced me somehow. He guessed that their family must be wearing new dresses for Holi. He did not want us to wear old dresses. So, he had bought us new dresses for Holi.
We boarded the train and reached their place after traveling for 42 hours. It was such a long travel. That uncle had come to pick us up from the station. We reached their house safely without getting stained from colors.
I took the bath and wore the new dress. As soon as I came out, Shwetha she put gulaal on me. My new dress got fully stained and I started to cry. I was not able to control myself. After seeing me crying, Shwetha went inside her room and brought a new dress.
She told me that they have bought that dress only for me and asked me to wear. She apologised too. I loved that dress too. So, I stopped crying and went to wear that dress.
When I came back, I saw Shwetha's friend sitting in the hall. Her native was Tamil Nadu and she had known even Tamil. She immediately became close to me. She asked me whether Shwetha's dad had bought 2 similar dresses. I asked why she is asking. She told that even Shwetha showed the same dress as her Holi dress few days before.
Shwetha went and took her from the hall to tell something. When she returned back, I asked her what they talked. She told me that the dress I was wearing was Shwetha's. She had given me her Holi dress as I was crying. I was stunned to hear her response.
I immediately went and hugged Shwetha. I went and took some gulaal and asked her to throw at me again. She was hesitating initially. I told her not to worry and asked to put me gulaal. I told her that I would keep the dress with gulaal for the lifetime as a token of love.
Since that year, we have been meeting for every Holi. We buy dresses for each other just to stain with gulaal. If you have someone to put gulaal on you, it means that you have someone to love you to the core.
I’m pledging to #KhulKeKheloHoli this year by sharing my Holi memories atBlogAdda in association with Parachute Advansed.
Wednesday, 16 March 2016
My golden memory
August 21, 2014, the most precious date in my life on which God has made me a complete woman. It was the very first day on which I saw the whole meaning of my life on my hand in the form of little one. The day on which I had successive peppy moments in my life, right from seeing the cute one making his presence in this world, touching his very soft hands, holding him for the first time and, more importantly feeding him for the first time.
The cute one was quite only for few hours but started crying very frequently and loudly even in the nights. Within a very short period of time, I suspected that the signs were not good. I felt that my baby was struggling with something. More precisely, I thought that he might have some minor health issue.
When the doctors visited my room, I told them the same. With no care, they said that nothing to worry and he was normal. But I was not convinced. But everyone around me told not to have a negative thinking.
The situation became chaotic just in 2 days. With continuous visits of relatives and constant crying of my baby, I felt physically down without the much required rest. But my mind was wandering about my baby. The doctors continued to say there was no problem with the baby.
On the second day, the situation had become worse in the evening. I saw my son's eyes turning pale yellow in color. In the midnight, my baby started crying without stopping. My mom and hubby went to meet the duty doctor. The duty doctor did not even bother to come out from her seat to see what was happening. She just answered, "Some babies will cry continuously. I have seen so many babies. I do not understand why you are creating a big issue with this.". My mom lost her patience and started scolding her. Then, she came to my room with no interest. She saw the baby and said he was good only. We were totally fed up with the duty doctor and waited desperately for the next day to meet the main doctor.
The main doctor came to my room for regular visit along with few other doctors. I told her that his eyes were looking pale yellow in color. She told that she also did not suspect anything as such but she would ask the nurses to take blood sample for testing neonatal jaundice.
I was not afraid as I just wanted to cure the illness first. I was happy that at least one step was taken. We were waiting for the nurse to come to take blood sample. But she did not come. Evening had come and we lost our hope again. My mom went to meet the nurse and asked her to come to my room.
"This nurse is telling that she is not aware of the blood test was instructed and the morning shift nurse did not inform her and wrote it anywhere.", my mom told.
"Yes mam", she told. "What is happening here? Do you realize the importance of your role as doctor and nurse? How careless that nurse was? Please do something immediately. The blood test has to be done in another 10 minutes.", I shouted. I became very angry with the morning shift nurse as it is a matter of playing with life of a baby. It should be taken seriously and it is not something which one cannot be irresponsible.
The test had been taken and my son had neonatal jaundice as I expected. He was taken to neonatal care unit and was kept in warmer. They used to call us when he had to be taken to my room for feeding. My mom used to bring him to the room and took him back to warmer. It continued for 2 days.
Doctors told that they were thinking that he might be better now. To confirm that, they told that they will take a blood test again. They took a blood sample and left the baby in my room itself. They told that we could keep him with us till the result had come.
My son was happily enjoying in the room. He did not like to sleep. The real bonding had started between us as he was not well in the initial days. I played with him and he enjoyed being in the room with me.
The result had come and they told that there was a very good improvement but it would be better if we could keep in warmer for another 8 hours. My son was taken to warmer by mom. I felt very hard when he was taken as we enjoyed being together and he started to recognize me. I fed him well before sending. They told my mom that she could come after 2 hours for the next feeding.
In another 15 minutes, we got a call in my room that baby was continuously crying. My mom went. "Please feed the child and bring him.", the nurse told and gave the baby.
My mom thought that he did not drink the milk properly. I felt that he drank more than enough. "He might be very hungry", I thought. I fed him but he did not drink. He was just playing on my lap. I tried to feed him but it went in vain. It was more than 30 minutes and I sent him back. I just wanted him to stay for 8 hours totally to recover completely. I wanted him to come back to me as soon as possibly.
We got another call again in another 10 minutes and my mom went. "Has your daughter fed him well? He is crying again.", the nurse told my mom and gave the baby.
"My daughter told that he drank well and he did not drink last time when I took him", she told. Then they said my mom to go back to room and they would take care.
They tried to console him but he was not getting consoled. They again called us back. My mom went and my baby was given.
He did not drink milk but he was playing again. He was not at all crying when he was with me. I waited for another 30 minutes as I thought that the nurse would scold if he cries again. I sent him back.
My mom told everything to the nurse and gave the baby to her. We got a call again and saying that the baby was crying. My mom went. She was tired as she wanted to go up and down of 3 floors.
"May be, baby wants to be with his mom only. That might be the reason. He stayed with her last night right. Initially he was ill. But now he has become normal and he does not want to stay away from his mom anymore", the nurse told with smile. My mom told that the nurse was little emotional too seeing the baby's love for his mom.
"It is so true", both me and my mom thought. He was enjoying thoroughly in the room. The doctor heard about the whole thing and she told that the level of jaundice had reduced significantly. "If he could not stay in the warmer, let he stay with you. But you just keep him under sunlight every morning for another one month. That should be fine.", she told. "But I have to mention that your baby loves you so much and it so pure. I feel amazed when I came to know about what happened.", she told.
The tears were rolling down already. With so much love in heart, I turned to my sleeping baby and what I got to see was a divine smile from my baby. I hugged him immediately and had no words to express how happy I felt.
Do you think that I could forget these memories in my life? Never. Thank God for his beautiful blessing in my life. Share your golden memories of yours.
Share your #MemoriesForLife like I’ve done at BlogAdda for HDFC Life. I have shared here.
The cute one was quite only for few hours but started crying very frequently and loudly even in the nights. Within a very short period of time, I suspected that the signs were not good. I felt that my baby was struggling with something. More precisely, I thought that he might have some minor health issue.
When the doctors visited my room, I told them the same. With no care, they said that nothing to worry and he was normal. But I was not convinced. But everyone around me told not to have a negative thinking.
The situation became chaotic just in 2 days. With continuous visits of relatives and constant crying of my baby, I felt physically down without the much required rest. But my mind was wandering about my baby. The doctors continued to say there was no problem with the baby.
On the second day, the situation had become worse in the evening. I saw my son's eyes turning pale yellow in color. In the midnight, my baby started crying without stopping. My mom and hubby went to meet the duty doctor. The duty doctor did not even bother to come out from her seat to see what was happening. She just answered, "Some babies will cry continuously. I have seen so many babies. I do not understand why you are creating a big issue with this.". My mom lost her patience and started scolding her. Then, she came to my room with no interest. She saw the baby and said he was good only. We were totally fed up with the duty doctor and waited desperately for the next day to meet the main doctor.
The main doctor came to my room for regular visit along with few other doctors. I told her that his eyes were looking pale yellow in color. She told that she also did not suspect anything as such but she would ask the nurses to take blood sample for testing neonatal jaundice.
I was not afraid as I just wanted to cure the illness first. I was happy that at least one step was taken. We were waiting for the nurse to come to take blood sample. But she did not come. Evening had come and we lost our hope again. My mom went to meet the nurse and asked her to come to my room.
"This nurse is telling that she is not aware of the blood test was instructed and the morning shift nurse did not inform her and wrote it anywhere.", my mom told.
"Yes mam", she told. "What is happening here? Do you realize the importance of your role as doctor and nurse? How careless that nurse was? Please do something immediately. The blood test has to be done in another 10 minutes.", I shouted. I became very angry with the morning shift nurse as it is a matter of playing with life of a baby. It should be taken seriously and it is not something which one cannot be irresponsible.
The test had been taken and my son had neonatal jaundice as I expected. He was taken to neonatal care unit and was kept in warmer. They used to call us when he had to be taken to my room for feeding. My mom used to bring him to the room and took him back to warmer. It continued for 2 days.
Doctors told that they were thinking that he might be better now. To confirm that, they told that they will take a blood test again. They took a blood sample and left the baby in my room itself. They told that we could keep him with us till the result had come.
My son was happily enjoying in the room. He did not like to sleep. The real bonding had started between us as he was not well in the initial days. I played with him and he enjoyed being in the room with me.
The result had come and they told that there was a very good improvement but it would be better if we could keep in warmer for another 8 hours. My son was taken to warmer by mom. I felt very hard when he was taken as we enjoyed being together and he started to recognize me. I fed him well before sending. They told my mom that she could come after 2 hours for the next feeding.
In another 15 minutes, we got a call in my room that baby was continuously crying. My mom went. "Please feed the child and bring him.", the nurse told and gave the baby.
My mom thought that he did not drink the milk properly. I felt that he drank more than enough. "He might be very hungry", I thought. I fed him but he did not drink. He was just playing on my lap. I tried to feed him but it went in vain. It was more than 30 minutes and I sent him back. I just wanted him to stay for 8 hours totally to recover completely. I wanted him to come back to me as soon as possibly.
We got another call again in another 10 minutes and my mom went. "Has your daughter fed him well? He is crying again.", the nurse told my mom and gave the baby.
"My daughter told that he drank well and he did not drink last time when I took him", she told. Then they said my mom to go back to room and they would take care.
They tried to console him but he was not getting consoled. They again called us back. My mom went and my baby was given.
He did not drink milk but he was playing again. He was not at all crying when he was with me. I waited for another 30 minutes as I thought that the nurse would scold if he cries again. I sent him back.
My mom told everything to the nurse and gave the baby to her. We got a call again and saying that the baby was crying. My mom went. She was tired as she wanted to go up and down of 3 floors.
"May be, baby wants to be with his mom only. That might be the reason. He stayed with her last night right. Initially he was ill. But now he has become normal and he does not want to stay away from his mom anymore", the nurse told with smile. My mom told that the nurse was little emotional too seeing the baby's love for his mom.
"It is so true", both me and my mom thought. He was enjoying thoroughly in the room. The doctor heard about the whole thing and she told that the level of jaundice had reduced significantly. "If he could not stay in the warmer, let he stay with you. But you just keep him under sunlight every morning for another one month. That should be fine.", she told. "But I have to mention that your baby loves you so much and it so pure. I feel amazed when I came to know about what happened.", she told.
The tears were rolling down already. With so much love in heart, I turned to my sleeping baby and what I got to see was a divine smile from my baby. I hugged him immediately and had no words to express how happy I felt.
Do you think that I could forget these memories in my life? Never. Thank God for his beautiful blessing in my life. Share your golden memories of yours.
Share your #MemoriesForLife like I’ve done at BlogAdda for HDFC Life. I have shared here.
Beautiful Memories With My Dad
My dad is my real time superhero.He taught us so many things by his words, but he taught even more by his actions.He is working as a special assistant in Indian Overseas Bank. He belonged to a middle-class family. My dad's parents love girl children more than him and my mom's parents love boy children more than her. I and my sister used to tease them that they should exchange their parents. Thus, they didn't get support in any form from both of their parents. My grandparents have never bothered about us either in happy times or in hard times. My dad is the only one who is our physical, mental and emotional supporter.
The most important thing I learned from my father is money doesn't count always. He made me understand that love and security are not always connected to money. Hugs and presence are the most important needs for every human being. He started his career as a clerk and still he remains as a special assistant.
He is a more knowledgeable person. Many wondered why such an eligible and knowledgeable person still remains in the same position. He got so many opportunities to get promoted as a manager. But he doesn't even dare to utilize those opportunities. The only reason that stopped him from accepting such offers is that if he gets a promotion, then it is mandatory for him to get transferred to some other location once in every two years. Due to my studies, he had to go alone if he gets transferred.
One day he was called for an interview in Madurai. My mom packed everything for him the day before itself. He said goodbye to me before going to bed as he had to start early in the morning. Next day, I took my cup of coffee after getting up and came to the balcony where I was shocked to see my father sitting and reading the newspaper. I couldn't believe my own eyes. When I asked my mom, she told that he never wants to leave us alone.
Though he was born and brought up in a family where he used to strive hard for his daily expenses, he never gives more importance for the money. He always gives value to relationships. He knows that such promotions will give him much pride, more money and will help him to prove his identity. But he sacrificed all such things just for us. In that way, he distinguished himself from others in a better way.
I saw some of my friend's fathers sending them valuable gifts on their birthday which never ever pleases them. They always wanted to spend some quality time with their dad which is their real need. They don't need such valuable presents but they need only their father's valuable presence. They feel jealous of me when I tell them about my dad. I believe that time is the best thing a father can give to his children. He is the only person who makes me feel valued.
I think this quality makes him stand proudly apart from the commoners and this is the one that makes me love him even more.
There is no wonder that he is my role model. He has taught me the importance of family, relationship and love which all we need to lead a happy life. Now, I am a mother of a kid and I have resigned my job from a top IT company to take care of my kid. My hubby is also in the same line and he also feels that my presence is more important for my kid than the gifts I can buy for him.
The most important thing I learned from my father is money doesn't count always. He made me understand that love and security are not always connected to money. Hugs and presence are the most important needs for every human being. He started his career as a clerk and still he remains as a special assistant.
He is a more knowledgeable person. Many wondered why such an eligible and knowledgeable person still remains in the same position. He got so many opportunities to get promoted as a manager. But he doesn't even dare to utilize those opportunities. The only reason that stopped him from accepting such offers is that if he gets a promotion, then it is mandatory for him to get transferred to some other location once in every two years. Due to my studies, he had to go alone if he gets transferred.
One day he was called for an interview in Madurai. My mom packed everything for him the day before itself. He said goodbye to me before going to bed as he had to start early in the morning. Next day, I took my cup of coffee after getting up and came to the balcony where I was shocked to see my father sitting and reading the newspaper. I couldn't believe my own eyes. When I asked my mom, she told that he never wants to leave us alone.
Though he was born and brought up in a family where he used to strive hard for his daily expenses, he never gives more importance for the money. He always gives value to relationships. He knows that such promotions will give him much pride, more money and will help him to prove his identity. But he sacrificed all such things just for us. In that way, he distinguished himself from others in a better way.
I saw some of my friend's fathers sending them valuable gifts on their birthday which never ever pleases them. They always wanted to spend some quality time with their dad which is their real need. They don't need such valuable presents but they need only their father's valuable presence. They feel jealous of me when I tell them about my dad. I believe that time is the best thing a father can give to his children. He is the only person who makes me feel valued.
I think this quality makes him stand proudly apart from the commoners and this is the one that makes me love him even more.
There is no wonder that he is my role model. He has taught me the importance of family, relationship and love which all we need to lead a happy life. Now, I am a mother of a kid and I have resigned my job from a top IT company to take care of my kid. My hubby is also in the same line and he also feels that my presence is more important for my kid than the gifts I can buy for him.
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