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Roti kapda aur makaan (food, clothing, and house) were considered to be the most fundamental basics just a couple of decades back. These 3 items sustained to top the list of basic necessities for remarkably long period of time unless we approached the 21 st century.   With the evolution of computers, mobile phones, internet, the world got introduced to a completely new journey of life which changed constantly almost daily. A 21 st century enterprise opened up a gamut of spectra full of millions and zillions of experiences and choices. And this brought the change to touch the most constant commodity – the basics.   Today, food, clothing and home still remain the basics but the list does not end on these three. The basics now include various other commodities such as internet access, smart phone, and digital television. This looks very appealing to all of us and undoubtedly, we all are getting used to this change BUT few questions surely wander through the neuro...

As the Diwali is nearing, all Indians across globe go festive. Indulgence in home cleaning, shopping, home décor, sweets, family, friends, gifts, cheers, smiles, lights, crackers, rangoli, socializing, Diwali parties, ethnic dressing, lavish dinners, and the list just keeps going. But, hold on! Slight Reverse please! Let’s get to a point in time when we start planning on Diwali. How do we celebrate comes much later. Where and with who comes right after we check the Diwali date in calendar. I will be talking here specifically on the people who have multiple homes in different locations. A couple (with or without kid) who is working in a metropolitan city staying in a multi-story facility which they call it ‘Home’ where they generally live. This category mostly has at least two more options called ‘Home’ – their respective childhood houses where their respective parents are still living. Diwali is related with the Goddess Laxmi and the daughter-in-law is ‘termed’ as the...

Women empowerment to me comprises of all activities which lead to women getting entitled to better share of authority on their lives and decisions. But then, why do we need to empower women? If the need persists, it directly implies that women are weaker breed of society and hence they need approval from the stronger gender. This raises eyebrows of a huge section of women, including me, who do not consider themselves to be in need of any such approval. ‘I am able enough to decide for my life’; ’I do not need help to fight my odds’; ‘Who are you to allow me permissions on my own right to live?’; ‘Women empowerment – grow up dude’ These are some of the thoughts which shout out from my nerves on hearing of women empowerment. This is because I am blessed to have a father who sent me to the same school as my brother; my mother served same food to me as my brother; I got the education basis my own choices; I married a guy who respects my space and does not...

I am here again ... with a new page on the blogger. This time, with a true story of a girl who experimented with her life .. just to live it... Read it in her own words... As she begins ...... Here...arrives Me - a new member in family ... the first child to my parents, Me. A healthy, lovely, baby girl marked over weight to bring happiness to the newly father and mother. The sparkle in her eyes brings joy to the father and he considers her as his lucky charm. The love and care makes leads her to be a pampered yet obedient Papa's Girl - Komal, as the world knows her. She brought with her a rebel, who would not spare even her best loved, if it goes a wrong way. A true follower of justice and god fearing adolescent girl. Gradually, the family further grew up adding to her company a younger brother and a cute, intelligent little sister. She adored her brother from the start but took some time to accept her sister as a member in the family, though she was happy to see and touch the ...

Life ... Kabhi kabhi mere dil mein khayal ata hai .. ki .. ae zindagi tu hai kya? kabhi to lagta hai ki kash ye safar chalta hi rahe aur kabhi tuti viran si zindagi har pal tadapti hai sisakti hai ghut ghut kar sanso ke pinjre se bahar jhankti hui intezar karti hai us pal ka jo ayega aur sanson ko bator kar le jayega.... kar jayega azad ... zindagi ko har khushi har gham se.. har ummid har sitam se.. zindagi maine tujhe bahut karib se dekha hai .. mehsoos kiya hai.. nahi kiya tumne kabhi apna haal-e-dil bayan .. yakinan ye safar yu tanha mushkil raha hoga... wo pal jab tumne apne aane ki ahat di thi ... ek nanhi si jaan ka wajud lekar ke tumne sabko khushiyan di thi ... apni kilkariyon se roshan ki thi auron ki zindagi .... zindagi tune har roz ek nayi seher ki thi.. waqt ke panno mein yu lamhe darj hote gaye .. aur zindagi tune naye rangon ko apne daaman mein samet liya... kuch rang they un athkheliyon ke ... bekhauf tha wo alhad sa tera afsana jismein sarabor hota gya z...

A very weird word to start with. But this is the word which has just struck my chords with a bang on my complete cerebral space ejaculating a massive outburst of thoughts, memories, relationships, feelings, boundaries, locales, joys, sorrows and so on... It was a dark night with sweet mist in the air and green nature all drenched post rains. Papa had just come back home from work. He is a dedicated gazetted officer responsible for agricultural activities and authorities in the city. Maa does not really prefer cooking but she still does it with grace everyday and the dinner tonight seems to be efficient enough to scrumptiously nourish the starving soul till end of every spoon. I just cannot stop from throwing myself just very close to the lid of pressure cooker. My eyes close their pouch and the very next nearby sensory organ gets happily activated to grasp and inhale the fragrance of marvelous chicken curry with slight dose of fresh coriander in it. The juicy chicken legs and the w...