VEERTA….. a six letter word… just another word in the Hindi dictionary…but pause for a minute ,is it just another word ??? have you pondered about the deep impact of this word in your life….
What according to you is veerta?
Is it the ability to fight for yourself and get what you want??
Is it the brave souls who sacrifice their life for the country???
Is it the heroism of Mangal Pandey, Raja Ram Mohan Roy,Rani Lakshmibai????
Or
Is it the coolness of defining yourself in your own unique style????

                            If you ask me ..I would say it the bravery exhibited by the great friends I                                                                                    have….
Can you imagine how difficult it is to hear about your grandpa’s demise …
A person who meant the world to someone I know
And still have the courage to have a calm face in spite of the storm
Inside………for me this is veerta

 

How difficult it is to suffer with a disease for a span of 8 long years
When everyone around you can do nothing to stop your pain…
And your friend has the strength to bear that pain…
which is like lying on a thousand thorns….and still have a
smile on her face…for me this is veerta

 

A girl who despite my anger, anguish at her comes to me with
A smiling face to say sorry…. even though she keeps repeating the same things…..
But her never dying attempt to please a moody like me ….
For I know pleasing me is no big task but her never say
Die attitude …is the exhibit of her courage…
To never loose hope for that light at the end of the tunnel…..for me this is veerta

 

I have never seen Mahatma Gandhi fight for the country… I have only heard of him….somehow for me he can be a role model but never my inspiration …..
For me these are the beautiful souls who lighten my life by their bravery
FOR ME THIS IS THE DEFINITION OF VEERTA…….

 

Dear Me…

Dear Me at 62,

It’s July 2019 and while the rest of India showers in rain ,my umbrella is still dusting and same is the course of life lately.

The world around me is constantly changing at speed of flash light. I am reading chapters, learning lessons that cannot be defined and while I continue to learn . While 26 has been a roller coaster ..Dear me.. I hope you would have embraced the following at 62:

  1. Just live, each day, one moment,one step each day every day.
  2. While society continues to criticize and judge you and your choices ..never doubt carefree little girl that you are
  3. While there will be entry and exit of mortals from your life, there will be few always by you.
  4. Every time you think in numbers just think of the number of moments of bliss
  5. While your appearance change learn to embrace your grace and elegance
  6. Be M.A.D.
  7. Learn to pour your heart out, cry , laugh when you want
  8. Be your best buddy
  9. Dear Me, many years later you will laugh at the confusion of present.
  10. Dear Me, you are neither a tortoise nor a Rabbit in a race

Dear Me, I hope to meet you at 62 strong, valiant , poised…. Just hang on and dance to the unknown.

Yours truly

Dear Me

15/07/2019

The urge to run away….

When I was a little girl, I still remember the day when my mother introduced me to the concept of hours, minutes and seconds. The limited brain that I was born with was filled with Vivid imaginations and icecreams and thought of juggling with time and numbers was not a very pleasant idea…I had the urge to run away…

When I was a teenager who faced Eve teasing and uncomfortable glances by a middle aged man in the metro, I just wanted to hide…I had the urge to run away…

When I was in high school and I looked at pretty girls , a part of my soul hated me for the way I looked…. I had the urge to run away….

When I entered post grad ,life was a fairy tale, it was exciting and beautiful. My heart wanted to live and capture each moment as a fond memory, the thought of leaving this life made me cringe….I had the urge to run away….

I felt the urge to run away from those Monday blues….

I figured if I kept moving, I wouldn’t have to face this world. I figured out that in isolation I found solace.

I had the urge to run away to an unknown place.

But what I realise now that we get so consumed in our imperfections and problems that we forget to embrace the goodness in ourselves.We destroy our relationship with our soul when we think that it is flawed and beyond redemption.

Freedom and happiness is found not by running away but by choosing to be awake and living in the moment long enough waiting for the magical doors to open.

Stay…Please don’t run away… 😊

NAINA……

It moves up and down….focusing on the center it takes a sharp turn left….don’t confuse the movements with a car or a vehicle on the road….they are eyes navigating through the storybook of life…..

They are used for expressing emotions of different kinds be it anger,love,happiness,jealousy….you name it and there it is …your heart through your eyes….

नयन.......
नयन…….

But many people are not able to visualize the beauty from their eyes
Today when I was flipping channels there was a movie scene that depicted the plight of a poor blind boy who needed money for his operation which could restore his eyesight but people around him were unwilling to donate for the cause. As per statistics:

India accounts for 20 per cent of global blind population

I remember a boy in my school who was visually impaired but a very talented student and a fabulous singer …the chords of his music could bring tear to any eyes and his voice had the sensation to lift the dullest spirit…and then there was my junior another beautiful soul who could not see colors of the world but could perfectly sense and predict a direction which my naked eye could not….my eyes even after visualizing the route could not remember direction but his senses could do the same.

Sometimes I ponder what more magic could have been possible if those eyes could see….

Cornea is the clear, transparent tissue covering the front of the eye and if it becomes cloudy from disease, injury, infection or malnutrition, vision is dramatically lost or reduced. Corneal blindness can be treated by replacing the damaged cornea by a healthy donated human cornea. The human cornea can be procured through eye donation.
More than 90% of the corneal transplantation is carried out successfully and helps restore vision in people with corneal blindness.

This wonderful gift of eye donation is not being practiced on a large scale in India and hence we continue to be a nation with one of the highest number of blinds.Eye donation are carried out by registered eye banks . Here are some of the facts about eye donation:
• Eyes should be donated within 6-8 hrs. of death.
• Anyone can be a donor, irrespective of age, sex, blood group or religion.
• Total removal time is about 15-20 minutes.
• Spectacle wearers, hypertensive and diabetics can also donate.
• There is no disfigurement of the donor’s face.
• Total procedure takes 15-20 minutes.
• Eyes can be donated even if the deceased had not formally pledged their eyes during their lifetime.
• The eye bank team will immediately reach the donor’s home to collect the eyes. This service is free.
• Eyes are never bought or sold.
• All religions endorse eye donation.
(source: http://www.manuseva.org)

The dew on the morning grass and leaves, the colors of the rainbow, the steam of an engine, the shapes and patterns of a butterfly, the dancing of a peacock, a gleeful smile of a baby, the snow-capped mountains and the dazzling sea……all these are the little things which brightens my soul and my life and if I could share this vision even after my death wouldn’t it be amazing.

My eyes are a reflection of who I am and I want them to be immortal even when I am no more…..I want someone to see beauty through my eyes…..I want them to be alive and be part of someone else life 🙂 🙂
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आशा की एक किरण……

I stand in front of the mirror and keep gazing at myself for a while…This combination of black and white makes me feel like a soldier with hidden weapons …after exactly 7 seconds I look at my watch ,every ticking minute signals and says just one thing “DARLING…..IT’S  SHOWTIME”.

When the month of October started it not only ushered the placement or the corporate job season it also brought with it a package of emotions be it anxiety,fear,disappointment,happiness….you name it and I have experienced it. My moral and enthusiasm has been like the never stable graph of the stock market.

Where I am super happy for my friends…painting their doors with message of congratulations….penning happy messages on their shirts for a bright future……but in some deep corner of my mind my anxiety level reaches a notch higher.

WHEN WILL MY DAY COME?????

But then hear is where my intelligent heart steps in and it brings in a ray of hope of positive and bright future….it lightens आशा की एक किरण within me.

When I was a little girl my world revolved around the word आशा (Aasha). This one word summarized all my dreams, my desires, my hopes for a life that I always wished for.

As a super imaginative kid I had the ability to imagine the most fancy, unusual things and happenings and every time I used to narrate these out of the world fantasies of mine to some elder I was in for a very good lecture on reality and maturity.

But isn’t maturity overrated??? What a mundane life it would be if it is filled with the calculated cruel reality

Despite all the lectures and scolding’s I have my deep faith rooted in my hopes and dreams.

So keep wishing and desiring because when both of these stops failure knocks in…as someone has truly said:

जहाँ हिम्मत समाप्त होती है.
वहीँ हार की शुरुआत होती है.
आप धीरज मत खोइए.
अपना कदम फिर से उठाइए
Never lose faith in yourself because somewhere there is still आशा की एक किरण 🙂
 

 

 

SONA MAHAL – Mahal with a mystery

ARUNDATHI

In the forests of Madhya Pradesh there is a palace  more than 100 years old which belongs to Maharaja “Veersingh” dynasty. It is known as “Sona mahal” as said by people in nearby villages. It is left abandoned with no one to take care as many villagers felt that there are ghosts inside the building as many of them heard of a woman crying after late night when they move from one village to another village they have to move across this forest.

“Kriti” an Archaeologist by profession lives in Delhi.“Kriti” because of her profession she always had a curiosity about ancient buildings and monuments etc. One day while speaking to her uncle she came to know that her grandfather has got a rich palace through his ancestors which is near to village “Kareli”

Same time her grandmother came in and said it was almost collapsed, useless palace and said that no need to discuss further, after which she cried seeing her grandfather’s photo frame.

Kriti observed that there is something which her grandmother is hiding from her and became very enthusiastic about it. Kriti saying that she has to leave for Kolkata for some task takes permission from her grandmother and leaves to “Kareli” to unravel the mystery and to get her property back.

She is very much known for her daring and dashing attitude. She finds a key that is secretly kept in there pooja mandir untouched which her grandmother used to hide. As they look like keys of locks in olden days, she takes that keys without notice of her grandmother and starts her journey.

Adventure starts………………….

She reaches “Kareli” with the help of her friend ‘Karan’ who lives there. When she tried to inquire about the mahal there, her friend warned her not to go that palace and go where ever she wants except that palace as it is surrounded with ghosts.

Kriti simply laughed and said OK! (She doesn’t believe in this at all)

As usual saying another lie to Karan, she went to the palace there along with few other brave villagers .They traveled through the forest and reached the palace. Kriti opened the lock with the key with her and lock opened. While stepping into the palace, Kriti had a strange experience, while she is going to step in, for few seconds she was unable to move as some force which is equal to the power of ten people made her fixed for few seconds and released her suddenly like an electric shock.

After facing such a strange situation she thought there is something un usual in this palace.

She entered into the palace with a lantern in her hand; she saw the monuments, fountain and other things in the palace covered with dust and spider webs. She can see how lavishly their ancestors have constructed the mahal.

Every step she moves, every sound of the dry leaves under feet while walking increased her nervousness.

“There is a painting of a woman with closed eyes and loose hair giving a scary look”

Entire palace is surrounded with darkness, but the very next moment when she entered, eyes of the painting opened with a ferocious look having bright light from the eyes and rest all being dark. When Kriti moved nearer to the painting it automatically closed, when she turned and started walking from there the eyes automatically opened and closed again.

Workers started to clean the palace until the evening after which they have left.

Kriti went and slept in a bedroom, after few minutes suddenly again the eyes in woman’s painting opened ferociously. With a big sound the ceiling fan fall down and stopped just few centimeters before her face in the air.

After some time it automatically fell beside her with big sound and a mix of laugh and cry of a female voice from the center where painting is there.

But even being nervous, Because of her strong desire she controlled herself and slept that night. The next day early morning as usual the workers started their work cleaning, painting etc.,

Everything is going fine in while just going around the rooms, in an old suitcase she found an “old diary” through which she got to know that it is written by non-other than his uncle(Her father’s younger brother)

“She came to know that her uncle after completing his masters in US came to the palace where his parents are living. There used to be a beautiful girl named Pooja who is the daughter of dalit worker who is working under his grandfather.

Coming from raja’s family, due to her charm and innocence kriti’s uncle fell in love with her and even after repetitive request from her that there is no scope for them getting married because she is a dalit girl.

But finally she accepted his love because of the kind of love he is showing and his caring attitude.

He painted her picture when she closed her eyes feeling shy when he is painting and to her surprise he painted her picture with closing eyes and loose hair.

After knowing this Kriti’s grandfather warned her uncle, pooja and her father to forget about this thing and lead their own lives.

But they didn’t listen and continued to love each other and said that they would marry each other at any cost. After seeing that for many days, one day when his son is out of the town he called both pooja and her father saying that he has accepted the marriage and called them for discussing about the marriage.

Only this is available in the diary and after that rest of the story is not known and again her curiosity increased to the peaks.

She went to the painting there and just touched it and suddenly eyes of the women opened just before her and continuous glow in the face of the painting along with bigger sounds with a women laughing and crying.

Kriti became panic for some time and couldn’t move her body again and stood just before the painting.

She was fixed there for one hour and after that it released her and threw her from the center to out of the stairs.( Painting is there at the center of the hall before the stairs)

After that she was unconscious for some time and after gaining consciousness, she shouted from there

“Who are you… What the hell is going on here…? Why you are playing with a helpless women like me..

What do you want.. What do you want ?

“Your life” loudly came a reply from the painting.

Kriti heart beat increased and even under great fear she shouted “Who the hell are you”

“ I am your death.. My Name is Pooja..”

You came here to find your death and no one can stop me from killing you but now I won’t kill you.

“I will kill you on next Monday at 2:28 am and until then go wherever you want to save yourself from death”

Helpless Kriti went to her friend “Karan” for help who is living in kareli. Karan took her to “Ram Sharma”(Holy priest of durga mandir) who lives in a nearby village to kareli.He is very known for relieving people from ghosts and black magic.

Seeing her he said “You want your mahal, she wants your death”

“Human courage on one side, evil power on another side”, smiles seeing Kriti.

Kriti burst out into tears and asked him for help in this situation. Ram Sharma consoled her and said “Don’t cry dear, your determination and bravery are your weapons… You will win”

He asked her to close her eyes and took her hands into his hands and after few minutes asked her to open her eyes.

He started saying

“You are the one who can eliminate the evil from that palace”

This is your re incarnation Kriti, in your previous birth you are “ Sumitra” a girl from a royal family who loved “ Sameer singh” your uncle, you both are relatives.Your grand father wanted you both to get married. You also share a good bonding with him, many a times pooja watched you being close with him whenever you visit their house.

This has irked pooja.

One day sumitra visited Kareli for offering prayers at “maa durga temple”. Before going to the temple she visited the palace to meet her relatives. Pooja was also sent beside her to assist and for security.

Pooja went with her and while walking to the temple pooja asked her about sameer and through her words she came to know that she loves sameer and willing to marry him. Pooja suddenly stopped her and said “sameer is mine, you leave him”. Surprised sumitra asked “What the hell are you talking”

Pooja: What you have listened is absolutely correct leave him, he is mine.

Sumitra: How dare you say this, you are just a labour here and you want to become the princess of this mahal by marrying him. This will never happen.

Angry pooja hits sumitra with a big wooden stick on her head and bet her brutally with which sumitra was hurt severely and started bleeding, pooja dragged her and sumitra prayed her to leave but pooja didn’t showed no kindness and threw her into a big old well. Pooja loved sameer earlier but her and her father’s intention was to get the palace and the property. As a part of their plan she killed sumitra.

Now she silently went to the palace and said to your grandfather that sumitra asked her to leave saying that she will come later.

POOJA AND THE POT OF ASHES

pot

She silently went into kitchen and started pretending that everything is normal. Mean while a villager who saw the entire incident came to your grandfather and narrated the incident and said that he wanted to save her but couldn’t as by the time he reached there she was thrown into the well and pooja started running away from there.

Your grandfather couldn’t believe this and went to the place and shocked to see her lying dead in the well. He came back to the mahal furiously and shouted “Pooja… Pooja”

Pooja came in silently and before he could speak, she attacked him with a knife with the help of her father .Your grandfather escaped from their attack and mean while your grandmother and other servants came in there. The servants caught both of them and your grandfather bet both of them severely with a whip and after that he left his dogs onto her father and he burned pooja alive. But the time which she was killed was a very bad time and after your grandmother’s suggestion the ashes of pooja were kept into a small mud pot. The next day he wanted to mix the ashes in the holy river so he kept the pot in a cupboard on the wall and kept the painting of her in front of it to cover pot of ashes.

Pooja who was killed without fulfilling her desires didn’t leave this world and was waiting for revenge in the pot of ash.

When it was kept in the cupboard behind the painting, the concentrated power of it entered the painting.

Your uncle sameer singh was back to the palace and started enquiring about pooja for which they said she along with her father has gone for a marriage and will return after two days. Two days passed and he shouted on his parents and went outside in search of her and when his parents tried to stop him he locked the door from outside and moved in search of her.

Chandelier

When they were locked inside suddenly the painting shined brightly and eyes of the painting opened and the chandelier in the center of the building automatically displaced and fell down on your grandfather and he died there itself. With a huge sound there your grandmother came in and her heart broke seeing him and started weeping and suddenly a voice came from the painting.

“Leave the palace!!!!

Or

Even you will die like this”

After listening to these sounds few villagers unlocked the door and entered inside but the devil killed even those villagers. Your grandmother who is scared in a helpless situation locked the palace and moved to your parents in Delhi. Your uncle was never back again. The remaining villagers living near the palace were scared with this and vacated their homes and palace was left abandoned.

“Pooja died on this Monday night 2:28 am before 25 years and she wants to see your death at the same time”

“Now it’s time to eliminate the devil and get back your palace back”

Let’s go there and I am with you.

Kriti along with Ram Sharma and his disciples went to the palace on Monday and after entering into the palace Ram Sharma and his disciples started chanting mantra due to which the painting started shaking.

Suddenly they heard a voice saying “Stop it or else you all would die along with her”

After that there was a silence all over the palace, Ram Sharma instructed his disciples to start the chanting again.

Painting started to shake even higher making big sounds.

THE WAR BEGINS

Suddenly a big light came out of the painting and created a high wind which shattered the objects and gradually looked like a human surrounded with black smoke.

It started moving towards kriti. Ram Sharma tried to stop it but it threw away him a side onto the wall due to which he became unconscious. Kriti thought that it is going to kill her but to her surprise it sat down and started weeping, Kriti went near the devil and suddenly it lifted it head and caught kriti’s neck and moved her onto the wall and lifted her into the air.

Kriti couldn’t breathe and is tried to release herself.

The evil suddenly dropped her and vanished.

When kriti got up the objects suddenly started to hit her and a brick which was far away from her automatically lifted in the air, rotated and has hit kriti on her head.

Poor kriti suffered with bleeding got up slowly and this time a knife was thrown which narrowly missed her. Evil appeared again and slapped her hard and kriti fell down.

After a few minutes she got up and looked there and she didn’t find the evil there, while she was little relaxed she heard a scaring laugh behind her and turned back but again nothing is there.

Heard the same laugh again, turned front and saw the evil coming onto her. She threw the knife beside her onto the devil, it went and hit the devil but as the devil is a soul with no physical form like air, nothing happened to it and the knife went inside and came out.

The evil lifted kriti onto the wall and kriti was unable to breathe.

The knife which kriti threw went on and pierced into the painting. Suddenly the devil shouted with great pain.

With that shout Ram Sharma became conscious and kriti said him that devil is feeling pain when painting is damaged.

Ram Sharma and his disciples started throwing objects onto the painting and the evil cried and shouted in pain with that.

Watching this Ram Sharma ordered kriti to destruct the painting.

Kriti moved on to the painting and she found a big hammer besides the steps where painting of pooja is located.

She took the hammer and moved further, watching this devil went onto kriti in a flash.

Kriti with the hammer has hit the painting hard with which the painting got destructed.

hammer

After that she turned back and the evil disappeared, after that behind the painting she found the pot of ashes she took it out of the cupboard. Kriti with the advice of Ram Sharma takes the pot of ashes with her and along with Ram Sharma goes river Narmada and mixes the ash in holy water.

Narmada

Finally she has won the battle on the devil and got her ancestral palace back.

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The end

 

 WRITTEN BY:

Singamaneni Sairakesh

 

Shinchan…..my virtual husband

Shinchan.....my virtual husband

It’s not that I am a cartoon buff,but this cartoon has struck such a chord with me…that friends call shinchan as my soul mate. I hate it when they tease me but if I sit back and think the show has in a silent way taught me so much on how to live life….Like shinchan though a naughty 5 year old may irritate anyone but he is always there when someone needs a help -he runs pillar to pillar to help his mom in cutting her liitle sister!! Himawari nails, when everyone leaves he is the only one to stayback with Masao, though he irritates the dog so much but when ‘Shiro’ is in hospital he is the only one who misses him so much….an epitome of selflessness and love
I can pen down numerous instances why this little brat stole my heart…..but if someday I do find a human husband then I do hope he matches with my virtual hubby

10 Reasons Why Your Mom’s The BEST Ever

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Waking Up

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAHow she woke you up with her gentle hands lovingly caressing your hair. How someone else trying to replicate the action would so irrevocably piss you off. How you’d try to fake a tummy ache to sleep a little more and she would sometimes get worried and sometimes call you a budding trickster.

Waking up now, is not the same anymore.

Worship

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How she worshipped every morning. During those winter days, when the air was heavy and mist drifted in from the window adjascent to the garden, she used to walk in to your room, smelling of glycerine soap and incense sticks and sandal. Still cocooned within the warmth of your blanket, you’d peep with half open eyes as she would move from one corner of the room to the other with the aarti or an incense stick, inviting health, harmony and prosperity for her child.

You’re more of…

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May 1,2014

at 10:25 a.m.

THADAKKKKK!!!

And I was flat on the ground….all muddied

 I met with the first accident of my life,though a minor bike accident with a 15 minute turmoil to get off that heavy metallic machinery off my body involving only some scratches on my hands and legs. After all the hush-hush that happened after the accident, I checked my phone it was 10:45 and I realized that I was horribly late for work. With a limping foot and a sorry face(for being late), I reached office finally with nothing much to do I started flipping pictures on my phone .

Weird,beautiful,sweet memories evoked all of a sudden and I went down the memory lane. Each picture had its own story and all these stories were interwoven into a beautiful thread known as ‘MOMENTS’.

Pictures they capture a moment in a shot that is difficult to re-produce again.

 

Have a look at my memory lane:

 

 

Little one year old me with my ma and brother..... That's my Ma who loves me unconditionaly and forgives me for every mistake I make
Little one year old me with my ma and brother…..
That’s my Ma who loves me unconditionally and forgives me for every mistake I make…an epitome and a pillar of strength,love and care..

This is the girl named 'M' ....a mesmerizing beauty who taught me to live life to the fullest...
This is the girl named ‘M’ ….a mesmerizing beauty who taught me to live life to the fullest…

Now this is the 'boy from the mountains'  He is the most carefree person you will come across but dig deep...he is one treasured friend who has the ability to read my mind
Now this is the ‘boy from the mountains’
He is the most carefree person you will come across but dig deep…he is one treasured friend who has the ability to read my mind

This one is with my girlies....each one of them is unique and beautiful in their own different way
This one is with my girlies….each one of them is unique and beautiful in their own different way

This one is with the best buddies I have..... True companions in both good and bad times
This one is with the best buddies I have…..
True companions in both good and bad times

Last but no the least...  This dance was a moment that made me believe that fairy tales are not just in stories ...they happen in real life too

This dance was a moment that made me believe that fairy tales are not just in stories …they happen in real life too

 

This one is the best birthday celebration in years...
Last but not the least….This one is the best birthday celebration in years…

These are moments that help me to shape my personality and attitude towards life. Moments are like our silent teacher they teach us to live life to the fullest,to enjoy and savor every second of it,they teach us to  how to live in the present.Today what happened with me was a minor thing but do I have a control on the magnitude and severity of events…I  left my home in a perfect position  but came back bruised and what if I could have never come back…

What is the use of planning a golden future when I am unhappy with my present?

2013 was a year that taught me to live in the present and the above snap shots are a testimony to it, I had my own trials and tribulations…there were times I thought I will lose what I have and this made me even more determined to learn to live in the moment.

So ,LIVE LIFE TO THE FULLEST AND BE HAPPY FOR THIS MOMENT BECAUSE  THIS MOMENT IS YOUR LIFE…….