Toothed mouth is one of Nature’s best blessings to us. 😁😁 If you have some disagreements, go ask your grandpa! 🙅
You are gorgeous, thank your chompers for that!😬
With God’s tremendous grace and to some extent my parents’ kind genes, My set of pearls is still rock strong, and lets me enjoy every flavour that is on offering.
For those who don’t bother knowing, we have four types of teeth, and besides decorating your face with that shining smile, these folks sometimes do the exact opposite!
If you didn’t get my point, ask someone with the enlarged canines on both the jaws!!!!👹
Yeah they definitely look different!
But Man! you have no idea!🙄
Imagine you are totally savouring some delicacy…one bite, and suddenly…you are like ouch!!!!!!🙊
Mostly you end up biting your own inner lip…
Whatever you say, please remember
it really hurts!🙊
PS. It’s not me in the pic 😝😝.
To be a parent just ‘good enough’ seems like an impossible task.
Dealing with a bossy, grouchy, altogether difficult-to-handle kid these days, and trying to figure out the ways to keep things cool.
On the kid’s part, there are a lot of changes going on;
Homework used to be fun earlier; it’s becoming burden.😶
Doremon is closer to heart than dear mom!🤔
Whatever she thinks is final; mom’s opinion has no strength in front of her what so ever!😮
Either you agree or be ready for a big tantarum!🙊
If you try to tell the diffrence between right and wrong; you are not audible!🙉
And if you choose to keep mum; you don’t love her, you don’t care about your daughter you see!🙈
(Gosh, you don’t even have the right to say nothing!)😯😯
So currently sitting on the Park bench, watching the bubbly kids busy in their own world, and my ‘Glowingal’ is shining like Snow in fresh Sun.
So here is my new venture…to visit the park every evening after a long tiring day, in the hope of soothing the tiny energetic mind or
the tense nerves of mine!😉😉
HOPE IT WORKS.😌😌
Being one lazy buff, I often end up shopping online, even from the sites advertised on facebook, sometimes even without creating an account. And you know what it works, most of the times.
But this time, you can’t assume what my reaction was when I opened my much awaited parcel!!!!
Well, this is what I ordered…
And guess what I received!
Surprisingly, I am not angry for some reason (which even I don’t know) but what the hell????
Then I searched the parcel…No name of the company. Normally it doesn’t happen! No message for intimating delivery!
Now, I AM LIKE… WOW! SO weird to believe. 😮😮😮
Then I googled stuff and this is what I got…
All complaints are RECENT!!!!
What’s been cooking here????
Beware Online shoppers!
A Royal fraudster is trending.🤔🤔🤔
PS. I thought of giving a chance to the Seller. So I kept this post on hold since yesterday, and mailed them, to which no one responded. Then I called. A computer generated voice asked for recording my message. I was just started, and it said press #. Your message is recorded now. And bang!
More to come; on their site they write we have a return policy of 7 days after your purchase.
Really! But you consume most of that in delivery, nothing is left in that case.
Voila! I have been duped.👊👊
‘History repeats itself’
Yeah, yeah, we all have heard and possibly witnessed it atleast once in our life time.
But what more interesting is, to see how it repeats; the sequence of events that unfolds.
Well, to make it simpler, let me put it this way.
Three consecutive holidays, and who won’t think of doing something outside routine. But since our family is fragmented at the moment, outside routine for us is… togetherness. So it was decided that everyone will come to my place including Mr CoolHead!
Just the night before, he released the bomb saying he won’t be coming as out of nowhere some inspection is scheduled in his institution, and even on Sunday he’ll be working.
All plan were on the verge of ruining.
My parents-in-law were already here. So this ‘Marie’ (as my daughter named me), in order to make everyone merry, decided to travel southward, to surprise ‘the Man’ of the family.
The journey was obviously not easy as it involved travelling by bus! But we did it, that too not in one bus but FOUR! Reason being massive landslide in the hills due to heavy rains. And what an adventure it was considering we had ‘GlowingGal’ with us.Moreover it was still raining.
So where is repitition in it????
Well, Later on I realised that 6 years ago, exactly during the same time, I had a bus journey with the same people (excluding my daughter; she was born afterwards), to the same place, with the same person waiting (Mr CoolHead), and the same place to reside in (The University Guest House).
All this happened without any prior planning.
So what you have to say about this?????
In tender heart often died,
Many plans thereafter,
Took birth in a positive mind;
Some stumbled on face,
A lot of whining
After very hard we had tried;
Still couldn’t reach
the finishing line,
No matter how fast we ran,
Not even with
the longest stride;
Clouds hovering the sky,
Could have brought in bliss,
But gifted dismay instead,
to the land dead dried;
Life still is exciting,
One dreamy Joyful ride;
Yet the tears
are real my fere,
Behind the smiling clouds,
They often love to hide.
A Science lecture was scheduled in the College. I was sitting in the Hall along with other dutiful colleagues, and overly enthusiastic students , waiting for the chief guest of the event to arrive. As usual, I was expecting some suited booted science person, with a lingo that makes you feel completely illiterate at points as if you know nothing of Science anymore (yeah, it happens).
And then after much wait, the arrival was announced from the stage, and there he was… a man who looked less of a scientist but more like a Fakir.
No wonder the Faculty members started whispering.
The man was anonymous for me considering I was far for long or may be I never paid attention! But surprisingly, he is famous… nationwide, and I was obviously underinformed.
This man of a short stature has given complex to even the mighty mountains. Rightly called the Mountain Man.
He was well aware of the thoughts crossing the mind of audience. I think, he picked the vibes, and actually chose his dress-up as the opener of his talk. Smart move!
The youngsters as we know, normally madly follow the people who fit their set definition of a role model, but surprising enough, they actually sat quiet for the entire session, and listened to this eloquent ‘Fakir’ who happens to be a doctorate, and an expert of Environment, and who has won countless awards for his efforts in saving the environment while working for the wellbeing of people at the grassroot level.
The man is Dr Anil Prasad Joshi, an Environmentalist, from the hilly state Uttrakhand, and the Winner of 4th highest and Prestigious award of India, The Padamshree.
He is inspiring enough. He even goes to gala events in this simple attire of ‘Kurta-pajama’ and a ‘safa’ covering his head. That is something very unusual. A Gandhian follower in philosophy, he lives in reality, and motivates other to undetstand and acknowledge the significance of Forests, Villages, and the traditional way of living life. He touched some basic issues which find no place in the so called progressive indices of the country.
It was an hounour to listen to him.
And a reminder as well,
Let’s show some respect to the soil, water, and the air which give us life. If we won’t do it, Who will?????
Feeling sad after what is happening in one of my favourite places in Northern India.😢
Faith is good but why people become blind, deaf, and illogically aggressive? This is Beyond my humanly brain’s capacity to understand.
Source: Follow or Connect: Which is the Right path?
from deep inside,
Teasing my senses
Squeezing my heart so tight,
With yearnings soaring high
The voice is down,
In this head of mine
Weird thoughts why roam?
The silent war is on
With the unseen, the unknown,
No chance of win
Of losing too
I am quite a fighter
And wish so to carry on,
For the sake of game
the life itself,
I am moving on…
Yes…I am moving on. 😊
The Sun shone after a while in Solan, and the soul of us wanderers once again wiggled for something new.☺
Though rains have changed the picture around altogether, the itch to touch new soil never leaves. So, there we were, on an instant yet longer-than-normal drive to Kasauli, a historically significant town, and a Writers’paradise which has its roots in the British era. Now, this is an army cantonment which explains its maintenance very close to the original.
The journey to Kasauli is interesting in itself as you find yourself moving amid the pine forest much of which is easy on eyes.I said much cause now here, the tourism industry is catching speed, and countless hotels, big and small, are making themselves be noticed, intrupting your ecstacy. Anyways, place to stay is a must especially if someone is heading to woods. So how can we blame the entrepreneurs and businessmen; they are actually making things comfortable to public.
We started off with a clearer sky, and by the time we knocked Kasauli, the town was bathing jubuliantly in heavy showers. The enchating fog on-the-way gave clear indications of such possible welcome. No problem.We were ready to be drenched and to be blown away in the cold mountain wind. 😉😉
So we got our umbrells out and put our feet on the place already buzzing with countless adventure hungry creatures.The town is in no hurry, and it’s a museum in itself. You can find villas dating back to 1800s. The entrances to which, are mysterious as well as tempting; you have this strong urge to tresspass, but the armymen positioned at regular interval make such endeavours only impossible!
You mostly see things from a distance, like you are moving through a Zoo, and there are points marked for the possible glance of THE animal (here, gorgeous houses and buildings)!
The ambiance is enthralling enough for commoners. So yeah, It was an awesome experience, but what made it more special was our arrival to The Retreat Ceremony, dot on time.
The pomp and show was less when compared to Wagha Border but it was just apt…the waving Indian Flag, the tunes of bagpipes, the beats of drums, and the Parade done by well dressed armymen, was enough to give us goose bumps. The music…it really has something in it; you are spellbound, totally.
Later, the tourists captured the men in uniform, and turned them into celebrities (which they are, in actuality). Shaking hands, and posing for pictures with them. Initially, they were bit shy but gradually got accustomed. We too tried our luck and voila, we got clicked…with the real… not reel heroes, and it felt good.
People waved bye to the day at Sunset Point, and we too left the place with amazement, and memories… that’ll stay…at least for some time😉.
Happy Independence Day India.
Bravo…You achieved freedom from overambitious human minds!
But what about conquering the suffocating evils within?
that still remains to be achieved.