Monday, 19 January 2015

Laundry Laundry..Bring the change!

Like the super facts known to me, which I never question like: 

Sun rises in east and sets in the west, or
We live on planet earth, or
Dog's tail can never be straight!

This fact was unquestioned by me - that women do laundry. 
Seeing my mother or sister or a female taking over the entire cycle of the laundry work right from picking up the dirty clothes to getting washed and ironed and shelved. I never questioned like other things. It was like a unchangeable fact. I had no problem with it.

Till I got married. Because after that I had.

I had problem with everything and every work which I had to do after my wedding. May be I was not prepared that I will have to take over all the work which my mom did.

Slowly and steadily I picked up with everything but one thing I just couldn't....just couldn't do was - ironing the clothes. 

The harder I tried, the more hatred for this part of laundry settled in me. I was very clear about it. I can't do ironing.

Thank God, that my husband is not that fussy and didn't crib or forced me to do that. So, we outsourced this work. :-/

Then also it never occurred to me he can also do these works. Though in case of urgency, he would step up and do the ironing.

But my thought for this whole laundry work and other task simply associated with women changed. For good. When I saw the west, closely.

We did take a lot of inspiration from the west - in dressing up or in openness of  relationships or the work culture or celebrating various days like rose day and many others.

What we never  took the inspiration was the way of their life. They actually have a equality of work in their life. The work is not designated by the gender. Like cooking or laundry or cleaning is not the sole responsibility of the female. It is a combined responsibility of both the partners who planned to live together. So, they cook together, clean together and do the laundry together.

Why not we?

We Indians have adapted ourselves in many ways or our own betterment, then I think changing something for your better half won't be a pain.

Let's do it - Men!

Share the work load! Do it...together, if you can't start to do it all by yourself.

Move for the change!

Show your love by sharing the responsibilities and not just by flashy words and cuddly bears!

What say!



I am writing for #IsLaundryOnlyAWomansJob activity at BlogAdda.com in association with Ariel.

Monday, 12 January 2015

Chrome Cast!

Technology advances everyday and it just goes on amazing me with its invention. The new invention of CHROME CAST is another miraculous product in the technology basket.

The moment I saw the advertisement of Chrome Cast I knew I wanted it. I bought it and to add to my delight it is better than what I expected.

In the chrome Cast package, you get a dongle, a extension cord and a charger.

STEPS TO CONNECT DONGLE:

STEP 1:

Take out the dongle from the box and plug it in the USB port of the TV and the charger needs to be connected to the dongle as well. If the dongle and charging point are a little further, then you can use the extension cord.

STEP 2:

Once you plug the chrome cast, you need to change the TV settings. You need to change the TV telecast from HDMI to chrome cast. Once you change that in your TV, follow the next step.

STEP 3:

Take your smartphone/laptop/tablet and install the chrome cast application. You need to do this from any one phone/tablet or any one laptop. It will ask you to provide a name to the chrome cast, which will be your display name. Wait for few minutes till it gets installed.

STEP 4:

Once installed, go to the youtube. You can play any video and you will see an icon on the top of the display in your smartphone/tablet. In laptop, the same icon is at right-bottom of the video display or on the right most part in the address bar.

Not only youtube, rather anything that goes on your chrome in your device like facebook or gmail or rather any page opened in the chrome, can be thrown off on the tv by just a click. You can play other application like Netflix and other google supported music applications.

STEP 5:

Coming back to Youtube, play the video, press the chrome cast icon and queue few for non-stop hour of entertainment. Once done, just sit and enjoy.


BEST PART:

If the net speed is reasonable, mind it not fast...just reasonable, and you have queued a list of songs one after the other, the message is well received by the chrome cast.

It might happen that the video may not start in your phone, but it will start on the TV set with chrome cast.

Plus, once the songs start and have been queued, you can use any other application you wish to. You can make calls or you can play any game or read. It will not cause any issue.

Rather, EVEN IF YOU TAKE YOUR OUT OF THE HOUSE, the list will play on and on.

Chrome cast you are one of my miraculous gadget, playing just what I want to hear, my tunes!!


Chrome cast Price in India: Rs 2999/- only

It is definitely worth a buy!


Saturday, 10 January 2015

Breaking up with You!!

I write this blog with heavy heart. But it is for good that I do this. I do break up with love of my life.

I break up with you, Bigg Boss!!

I just loved Bigg Boss right from the time when I saw its trailers. I have been an avid watcher. Not from this season but right from the start of it. I remember the days when its first season was to be aired. I just loved the contestant and I forced myself to buy me a TV. I was a fresher, IT engineer then. Third months salary was half gone. But I didn't cringe.

Season after season, everything around me changed, but my craziness for Bigg Boss never died. It was like start of a new relationship. That freshness was there. That madness was there. That smile was there.

In all the seasons, there have been varied contestants who have fitted in their season, who have actually created some new reasons to watch it day after day.

This season has been a little different. I could never pick up with Bigg Boss. But my truthfulness kept me seated from 9-10 in front of the TV and watch. I didn't enjoy. But I watched. But then something happened. Something which forced me to write this blog.

I think other programs must also take some learning from the great show - Bigg Boss 8.

And that is:::

How to spoil a already rotten soap.

Oh My God!

What did you think Bigg Boss before getting Azaz Khan in this season and giving him all the &*@#&%^ powers which he didn't deserve. To spoil it further and take the show deep down the filthy drain, you got Sambhavana Seth! THAT LADY! Uff! I feel ashamed to say that I did watch this show.

Since the time she has come, she has brought down the standard of the show. She is throwing shoes....I mean, really??? She is shouting for no reasons and behaving in the utmost lowly melodramatic way.

I am done with you, Bigg Boss. How could you do this?
You could have just ended the show on time and kept the standard intact. But you had to get the TRP. It's all gone. From my side.

Yes, I am breaking up with you!

I know my breaking up with you won't change much for you, but it is going to say a lot for me. I better be aloof than watching such a lousy person acting shamelessly disgusting for no reason at all.

My other reason, Salman Khan is also gone. No one can show mirror the way he did.

It's for good. For you and for me.

Good Bye!

Hope next year we will patch up but for this season we are soooo done....for good!!!!

Friday, 2 January 2015

The New Resolutions!

I truly believe that however you bring in the New Year, your new year is kind of on a similar terms. So, I am very careful while planning a New Year's eve party with people I get along with (except my husband...I don't get along with him, but I want him to be there;) ) and getting the new year with a biggggg smile. 

Another very important thing which I believe in is my list of RESOLUTIONS. Well, year after year I make them. But somewhere I think it is just that first fifteen days that I truly follow it. Always.

For a change, this year I made a unique resolution - To follow my last year resolution for at least 30 continuous days. Without fail. 

Simple isn't it? 

>>> The permanent resolution on my list - Losing weight (Since the time I have started writing my resolutions, this has been on my list! Damn you weight)

> Other resolution includes practising more patience - even if my toddler pulls out my hair and leave a bad scratch scar on my face or if she behaves super super stubbornly for a toy! Give me power!!!

> Writing much more than what I usually do - Whenever I walk a road, I look around, everything seems to inspire me to write, write and write. But some work always takes my writing time and then I just get mad on small things. 

> Being happy even if I don't get to watch my daily soaps. Really!

I was wondering how my list has not changed. In the entire year. I still wiegh just a little more, I lose it when my child wails and cry out loud in a supermarket for all the toys she can manage in her two little arms, I get busy with my toddler and the daily soaps, I can die someday without them, bigg boss being the latest fav.

Luckily, this year resolution, I just have to do one thing. Follow them for 30 days. 

You must be wondering - why 30 days?

Well, I have read somewhere that if you practice any art/habit/exercise or just anything for 30 continuous days consciously, your subconscious mind get used to that thing and registers it. Post 30 days, you will see that positive change in your own behaviour. You will want to practice that art/exercise/habit. You will find time for that thing whatever be the circumstances, you will not make any excuse whatsoever and howsoever geniune it might sound, you will and will practice it. If at all, you get throught the first 30 days, you will pull it through the year. 

So, my first day went in being more patient, smiling when I could have easily lost my temper, writing down some stints in my diary and eating a little less(weight thing, you see)!!

30 days....bring it ON :)

Happy New year every one. Wish this new year brings a lot more happiness, a lot more confidence and a lot more prosperity of health and wealth.


Thursday, 18 December 2014

Humanity has a new low!


I really don't know how to vent out my anger and sadness on what happened in Peshwar. It was a uncalled act of heinous, hideous crime.

Little Children.
Really!
What did they do to you?
Were they by any chance involved between you and the government?

There are many who are never going to return home and their are many who lost their confidence/peace of mind and are badly traumatized.

Taliban has some explanation to give.
Government has some things to say.

But where was the fault of the common man. These families just wanted to earn some money to raise their family with pride. They just wanted to give good education to their children. They led a simple life, just like most of us.

They didn't know what's happening to families of the Taliban group. They didn't have any clue what's there in the highly confidential government files and how are they dealing with the Taliban.

Shooting little children, so many of them..how?
Really, how could you?
How could you?
Are your family happy now?

You could have done some financial damage. Or, you could have disrupted the functioning of the government. They were your enemy, right?

Why common man?

The common man, who never wants any war.
The common man who just want some safety for his family.
The common man, the one and only loser in any and every war fares.

Little children.
LITTLE CHILDREN.
THEY WERE JUST LITTLE.
LITTLE.

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Wednesday, 17 December 2014

For you, My Peppa Pig fan

Pig Fan!
A big pig fan!

Can you believe it. 

Since childhood if I have ever disliked any animal a lot, then it is just the pigs. The way they just become so comfortable in the dirty muddy puddles on the road side or the way they doze off in that immensely bad smelling puddles, makes them the most disliked animal. 


Not even in my wildest dream did I think that my little girl would grow up loving the - pigs. Somehow it is not only her, but me too who have started liking pigs.


Her craziness for it is so much that I had to buy a Piggy bag, a piggy talking toy, a piggy bottle. The demand list is long. So, let's go further!!

For all this craziness for the piggies, I would like to thank one and only, Peppa, the pig!

Peppa Pig. 

A very cute, simple animated show which has animals as talking people. The whole show revolves around the Peppa Pig and her family which has her little brother George, mummy pig and daddy pig. 

There are other characters like Suzy Sheep, Danny Dog, Pedro Pony, Emily Elephant, Zoe Zebra, Rebecca Rabbit and their younger siblings and parents. These character might be human-like talking characters but the individual features of a character is also highlighted. Like pigs love muddy puddles, rabbits loves carrot and lives in burrow, fox smelling power and things like that. 

Unlike our animated hero Bheem, who believes in dhishum-dhisham and who is the unbeatable hero in my daughter's eyes, this animated series is way too milder. 

It deals with little problems of children, teaching them simple but important things like sharing, caring, no-fighting, playing together, singing and growing up together. I have watched the whole series with my daughter and I have not seen even a slightest physical violence of any sort.

There are no monsters, no evil creatures, lots of other animals, lots of songs, lots of picnic and lots of laughs. In fact every episode ends with a typical laughing session, where everyone present in that part falls down on their back and laughs hysterically. Trust me, even the fish in the bowl, turns upside down and laughs at the end, if at all that fish is present in that scene. 

It is a great watch for kids. I think, it teaches a lot of good things to kids. This Peppa Pig series brings out the innocence of a child and sets up a good example. 

It is so going on and on, on my idiot box. If you want to make your child watch TV for extended hours, without him/her learning all dhishum-dhisham, Peppa pig is highly recommended.

Infact, I am sure, if you watch it, you will love it too, right from the start till the end.



Monday, 15 December 2014

Your Safety, Your responsibility!

There was a little girl. Highly pampered, happy-go-lucky and princess for the day - as it was her birthday.

When she opened her sleepy eyes early in the morning, all she could see was - pink balloons. All over the room. Within seconds she recollected that it was her birthday. Oh yes, it is! As she was going to jump out her bed, her parents walked in with a big box wrapped in a red glittery sheet. She yelled "Yeah, it's my birthday, Papa, Mummy!" Her parents hugged and wished her birthday.

Without much delay, she opened her gift. It was a red car. A red remote controlled car. Big one. That little girl started crying. She threw away the gift. She started yelling, "I told you I want a white helicopter. I don't want any other gift!" She turned around, hid her face in the pillow and started crying loudly.

All her mother wanted to do was, give her a tight slap for such a behaviour. But her father tried to control the situation. He said, "But I thought my princess will love this gift. This is the most wanted toy around in world right now. But if you think you want something ordinary, we will get that too!"

She stopped crying, turned around and looked at the red car. It was good. It was very flashy. It was amazing. She was already in love with it. She jumped out of bed. Took out the car from the box and there she was, playing with her new fancy toy.

Her parents smiled. She was their princess and they wanted to make every day of hers - grand. A fairy tale. She got the best dresses to wear, best food to eat, best school and an over-protective childhood with her mother shadowing her to every nook and corner. All her demands were given in and she always had one. Her parents never complained. She was their only child who was born after years of their marriage. Well, that was the explanation they gave to everyone else, who thought their daughter was over-pampered and they were over-protective about her. 

They went ahead for the party preparation. In evening, there was a huge party. Food, friends and family. Everybody was there. Everything was there. It was just a dream birthday every little girl or boy could wish for. The little girl got it. But her fairy tale life was to be over soon.

Bearly she had come out from the nostalgia of her birthday, one day when she returned home from school, she saw a huge crowd. Outside her house. Silence or not. Crying. Howling. She couldn't understand. All eyes got pinned to her when people noticed her, with pity in their eyes. As she reached near her door, she saw the most terrifying seen in front of her. Someone was lying on the floor and that was her own mother who was howling and crying and shouting. Her granny came near her and hugged her softly. She gently put the words in little girl's ears that her father has gone to meet God. She knew what it meant. But she asked her granny a question, with hope in her eyes and tremble in her voice, "Will he be back home soon?"

There was a silence. Everyone knew the answer, no one gave. 

After her father passed away, they stayed in the same house. But it was not warm any more. No parties, no fancy toys. Rather no new toys at all. All she could hear from my mother was that they need to save more. Her mother started working. The neighbours or someone in the family used to be around the little girl after the school when her mother was off to work.Or she used to be all alone. Sometimes on cold food or sometimes on just cold milk. 

Her mother's salary was not much. But it was enough for food, shelter, few new clothes and her school expenses. When she did good in school, she even got one Mcdonald's burger or one cold drink or a packet of chips or a chocolate. Life was still going on, it was good with her mother around. Her mother used to do little things to make her happy, trying very very hard to cope-up with her ever increasing expenses and trying to fulfill less-expensive demands.

Life would have been more easier and dreamier with her father around. She would have had her mother for everything. She wouldn't be left on mercy of neighbours or some family member who often cribbed that they need to baby sit her every day. She wouldn't have craved for things which she actually never valued before. She would have had hot meals. Every day.

She felt cold. 

If only, he was around.

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She was just about the same age, eight or nine. Her mother didn't remember her date of birth clearly. She was her father's angel. They were not very rich. But they lived happily. Her father went to work as a guard in a bank. Her mother took great care of her and her two little brother. One was around 5 and one was nearly 2.
 
Her mother used to take them to school and used to come to pick them up. Her mother used to stay at home for her little brother. This little girl and her brothers had little demands but equally protective childhood and good hot food to eat. They used to do what kids do - play, study and play. That's it. They made a complete happy and content family.

Until one day.

Little girl and her brother were waiting to be picked up from the school. But there was no sign of their mother. They thought that their mother might have got busy with the toddler or forgot to come. So, they held each others' hand and walked back home. It wasn't a long walk. But when they neared their home, they saw a lot of people.

When the crowd realized the kids' presence, they started whispering and staring at them. The kids were only little. They felt really awkward. All they could think in their minds was - What's wrong. Why are they staring at us. Did we do something wrong? Then they heard their mother's voice. She was crying. Very loudly. They ran and they saw someone lying on the floor. Covered in white sheet. 

They held their hand tightly. Both of them were only little. They were scared. When they went near, they saw. It was their father. They couldn't understand exactly but tears started rolling down their little eyes.

Everything changed after that day.

Little girl's mother used to wake up real early cook and clean and go off to work. Little girl used to do remaining household work and taking care of her brothers. She held their hands, dropped the elder one to the school, waited outside the school with the little one and walked back together, to the place called home. 

She became a little God mother to her brothers. She served them food. Cold. They all ate together. Then she used to do the remaining work for the day.

No play. 
No school. 
No childhood.

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These two little girl's were not related. Not by blood, not by stars and nor by destiny. But after a certain stage, their life was similar. Cold. 

They were connected by CARELESSNESS. Carelessness of whom? It doesn't matter. Really. 
This is what happened the day when their lives became similar:

It was around 11 'o' clock. Just that one little girl's father was driving his car WITHOUT HIS SEAT BELT. He was going for a client's meet. He was taking updates from his colleague. ON A PHONE. WHILE DRIVING. He didn't get time to get the details in office, so he thought, ring up and take down details. 
How much will it matter?

It was an empty road and other little girl's father was trying to cross the road. He did this every day. To go across and get a cup of tea. Without Bothering About The Zebra Crossing. Without considering about the green/yellow/red lights. 
How much will it matter?

A young boy BELOW 18 was driving. HE WAS HAVING A BAD HANGOVER. Still not in his senses completely. 
But again, how much does it matter?

There was a collision. No one know who was at fault.
No one knows how and when! 
But it did happen.
Police records claim that two lost their lives - on the spot.
One was critical and partially paralyzed

Can you still say, how much does it matter?

IT MATTERS! 

Every bit of your attention. Every bit of the rules.

Cause not only two, but there were many more who lost some part of their lives. 

Who was at fault? 
-- All of them.
How it happened?
-- Lack of responsibility, carelessness.

Who was the one who tried to save the situation?
-- Who knows? 

Who paid the price?
-- All families and they themselves.

All these questions and all these answers, does it matter at this stage? 
No it doesn't!
Cause the harm is done, and the price is being payed by their lives and their families' state. 

ACCIDENTS DON'T HAPPEN EVERY DAY. THEY HAPPEN JUST ON ONE SINGLE DAY.
BE ALERT CAUSE IT MATTERS!


Your life is in your own hands. Just remember the 5 rules:


1.      Don't drink & drive: Give yourself another chance to get drunk again. Don't end your story at once!

2.   Wear your seat belt: Wearing your seat belt will not make you a loser, not wearing it will certainly do so! 

3.     Follow traffic Rules: Rules are meant to be broken, is not cool at all. You can't risk your and others life for some foolish fun. We don't have a reel life, it is real life, you might not get a second chance at all. 

4.   Stop the car if urgent: If you have to answer a call or call someone, stop your car at a safe place and make the call. Just ensure that you do call them again, today and tomorrow rather than making them wait for ever and ever. 

5.    Thumb Rule::BE ALERT: Accidents don't happen every day, it happens that one day you were not careful enough. So be alert. At all times. At every cost. Be Responsible. 

BE ALERT! Be Safe! Be Responsible!

Nissan has taken over a project to alert people about their own responsibility on the road. Nissan is helping people drive safe and is promoting - SAFETY for you and for your family and friends. 

Nissan started this program in 2012 and have reached to various cities and around 2 lakh people and still counting. 

The Blue Citizenship is enriching people's life and making it safer and happier. Let's join hands with Nissan and create the awareness. Your life is important. Live it. Safely. Be  Responsible. 

This blog is for the Indiblogger activity in association with Nissan.