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Let’s live

Let’s play, but play right,
Let’s shine, but shine bright,
Let’s love, but love fully,
Let’s live, but live really

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Love what you do

Do you love your job? Okay, you don’t have to answer immediately. Close your eyes imagine doing your job every day till you die and also your state of mind while doing that. Did you find your answer?
Let’s assume most of us, don’t like our job. But it’s only 10% due to the job itself but 90% due to our mindset about it.
Our ancestors who were working on the farm all day in the hot sun, were happier than us sitting in a comfortable chair. In our life, most of the time we are at work, doesn’t it make it necessary to love our work to be happy?
Let’s have a fresh start, forget what you feel about your job till now. Just one day, try to think that you love your job and enjoy doing it. Then see the difference.
Even after that, you didn’t like your job, its time to hunt for a new job which makes you happy.

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Happy Republic day

My first ever vlogging for this republic day on the topic patriotism 😊

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Tempting love story

I was going to meet my friends. On my way, I  saw a house and the door was wide open. I was debating in my mind whether I should go on my way or enter this house.  It was hard to make up the mind to do the right thing. Usually, Nighttime is our ideal time to break in the house. But now, I didn’t make any effort, luck is favouring me.  I thanked the opportunity and went inside the house. I would hide here till the night and then carry on with my task.

Noone was there in the sight. I roamed around the house to find the right spot to hide.  Space behind the bedroom cupboard seemed to be a good spot to hide. The room looked clean and beautifully decorated. Suddenly, my nostrils are filled with wonderful odour.  Maybe it is coming from the dining room. I waited for the right time to sneak out of the room. But before I do that,  someone entered the room. She looked sleepy after heavy lunch and went straight to the bed.

After some time, her breathing became even and rhythmic. I can’t stop looking at her. I looked again to make sure there is no visible danger around her. I braced my mind and went close to the bed. I sat on the side of the bed. She seemed to be in deep sleep. I inched close to her and started whispering she is beautiful. She seemed confused in her half-asleep state. I whispered even more loudly, this time her eyes popped open quickly, She looked at me once with irritated eyes and carelessly hit me with her hands. She shouted  “Mom, close the door. Mosquitos started coming in the morning also”
  I died a pathetic death, spilling my blood for her.

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2021 – An empty canvass

You are full of opportunities
Or full of hurdles,
You are full of surprises
Or full of shocks,
You are full of love
Or full of hate,
You are full of happiness
Or full of remorse,
You are good
Or bad,
You take shape of
Reality or my fear,
I have the full privilege
To paint you as I want !

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Enable, don’t block

When we always do everything for our kids and parents, have you ever thought about the impact of that on their life? When there is a new technology which they have to learn but finding it difficult initially, Dutifully we come forward and do it ourself, without giving them an opportunity to learn. I don’t deny we are making their life easy. But At the cost of making them dependant on us?  After the first time, they don’t ever try to learn as we are there to do it for them.

This reminds me of an old story I had heard in my childhood. When someone is in suffering, don’t give them money, teach them how to earn money. Clearly, the former one just solves the temporary problem but the latter one solves their future problem also.

Keeping this in mind, next time teach them how to do the work, how to make it work. Be there, support them and supervise them when they try, But don’t do it yourself. Make them independent and eager to learn new things in their life. This is the correct way of helping them and motivating them to experience the thrill of doing things on their own.

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Addictions

Some are addicted to fame,
Some are addicted to hard work,
Some are addicted to love,
Some are addicted to recognition,
Some are addicted to arts,
Some are addicted to hobbies,
Some are addicted to job,
Even when it help to enhance our life
Can the addiction be bad?

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Compassion

I clenched my teeth and tightened the grip on the television remote until my hands became numb. “What happened Raj? Is everything alright?“ My wife’s voice seemed distant at this moment. I was so angry to answer. She came near me and tapped my shoulder to get my attention.

I pointed at the television and shouted at the top of the voice “Are they even humans? Due to a few people like this, we are doubting the humanity nowadays. Even animals are more compassionate than us”

She looked at the television and said with a deep sigh “This is today’s reality. you can’t change everyone out there. The only thing you can do at this moment is to try something to get it out of your mind “
“What can I do? ” I asked a simple yet complicated question.
She tapped at my forehead and said with a smile “You have to find it out if that is bothering you so much”.
I smiled back at her and replied “You surprised me today. I was expecting regular dialogue like this ” I playfully mimicked her voice ‘You shouldn’t go out at such times. Corona cases are getting crazily increasing day by day’

She tried to maintain the composure in her voice and said “I know. But someone has to do that. This is unavoidable”

I turned her around looking straight at her eyes and asked “Are you sure? Won’t you be sad if anything happens to me ?“

She looked tensed for a moment then gained her composure and smiled at me and said jokingly  “You know, I am kind of bored looking at your face 24*7 and want some peace in the house without the television’s sound”.
She added with more confidence ” Don’t worry you will be fine, nothing will happen to you”
I thought for a while and started saying “I think I should get some…”
As if reading my mind she hurried towards the kitchen to pack foods before I said it aloud.

I got ready properly for going out, it’s been months since I had done that. I had worn my favourite dress, belt and put on my deodorant.

I went to the kitchen to check on the things. She has put on her invisible chef’s hat and made everything ready as I would expect. Her care always moves my heart.

Getting used to the new normal I put on the mask, packed my sanitizer and also got the things she had packed. My car was dusty for being kept in the garage for a long time. After some struggle, the car started. I clutched the steering wheel tight, the deserted road was adding more fear of corona. No one was on the sight. I was driving mindlessly and the music was adding rhythm to my thoughts.
There were only a few checkpoints on my way. I moved on easily after showing my e-pass. Suddenly I saw a group of monkeys fighting over the food spilt near the garbage bin and stopped the car at a distance.
I got down, opened my food boxes and kept them at the side of the road. Monkeys were staring at me. I expected the monkeys to move close to me, But ages of aggression have taught them well. I sighed and started driving slowly and looking at the rear mirror. Monkeys were sniffing the food and started eating hurriedly. I wondered how long they had been hungry. I looked at the remaining food packets and drove on to other roads in the hope of finding more monkeys. This place used to be a tourist spot, monkeys had no issue with the food then. But now the time is very unpredictable, not sure of the future, at least as long as I can, I will do this daily from now on. My mind was remembering the disturbing news I had heard today, where one person was hitting the monkey for eating his spilt over food and killed it by hanging in the nearby tree.
It’s true, In our busy lives even we don’t have time to think of the fellow human beings. But someone should think of these animals and be compassionate, even if we can’t help, we shouldn’t harm them.
That’s a true way of giving back to society and the proof that we have our 6th sense.

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Truth behind story

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Newborn bonding

I was anxious, I think you might have guessed that yourself by seeing me roam here and there on the hospital floor. I kept on looking at the operation theatre’s door as if I can see right through that. People say that God alone is the final support at such times, So I placed my hands together in front of me and started praying. Oh, that’s better, I tried to calm my mind a little bit. I needed to be strong. I took my mobile to look at the time but began to stare at its wallpaper. There she was, smiling happily at me, my one and only daughter touching her tummy affectionately. My hands reflexively clutched the phone tight. I looked at the labour ward. I wish I was there with her inside holding her hands tight. She was a strong girl from childhood, she would be fine, I tried to console myself looking at my crossed fingers.

The doctor came out with a nurse, looked as if they were discussing something seriously and then he asked something to the nurse, She looked hither and thither and pointed towards me. They gestured me to come near them. I moved as fast as my legs could carry me. My heart beats increased and I could feel the tension in the air. 

“Doctor, how’s she ?” I asked in a shaky voice.

He looked up from the file and said with the practised smile “She’s fine and so is the child. She’s blessed with the baby girl. Congratulations Aninitha Ji”. I sighed in relief. Luckily nothing was serious as I expected few minutes back. I thanked the doctor holding my hands together at the same time looking up at God with teary eyes. I rushed inside to see them. My daughter was still unconscious. I went near her and wiped her tired sweaty face with my saree’s edge and kissed her forehead.
          
A nurse came in and handed me the baby. My joy had no boundary on that day. My eyes were shedding happy tears.  I remembered the moment when I got my daughter for the first time in my hands.  She looked exactly like her, same stubborn curly hair and big round eyes. I was lost in my memory. She was making some sounds as if trying to get my attention back to her. My heart was overwhelming with joy when her little hand clutched my finger with immense strength.  I sat down beside my daughter and kissed the baby’s forehead and held them both close to my body and silently promised myself to take care of these two until my last breath.

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Moon

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