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Isn’t Celebration An Exhibition Of Our Possessions?

Few days back my daughter turned Five. She wanted to celebrate it huge, and I…I wanted it to be different! 

Here, I admit, I like to try humanly yet unusual things, and absolutely love to get credit for my efforts…like most of you.๐Ÿ˜Š

So after a lot of brainstorming, I stopped at one thought…about the very ‘in’ thing these days…i.e. Finding and visiting the nearest orphanage, and have a unique birthday celebration with the less fortunate children. This was obviously going to be different, but somehow, it didn’t get approval from the rational mind of mine.

It did sound like very humane at first to gift a few joyful moments to those kids, but at the same time, it felt really inhumane to me. 


Celebrating your happiness with them!

Doesn’t it sound less like making them happy, and more like making them realize how unfortunate they are? Don’t you think somewhere they are going to envy the good fate of kids who have parents to take care of them, and love them unconditionally? Wouldn’t it be merciless on our part to knowingly press their most painful nerve? Doesn’t matter how nice we be to them, it is going to last a short while. We are going to come back with a good feeling of charity, but what we would be leaving behind… that, disturbs my mind… who is going to make up for the painful reminder of inadequacy, of deficiency? Who is going to fill the void that is there in their life…permanently? 

So obviously the idea died at the very place it took birth. I don’t know if I did right or wrong, but I know one thing, I won’t atleast go there for celebrating ‘my happiness’, that I can do in other countless possible ways. 

If ever I’ll go to them,  It will be ‘for’ them 


I won’t go at all…


PS. The post is based on personal opinion of the author. It in no way is meant to offend anyone’s feelings.
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What’s Cooking Mann?

Someone’s been experimenting lately, and tried a few recipes at home, 

and …

came out of kitchen with flying colours.๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜

Yeah that’s ME! ๐Ÿ˜

Sharing the pics here ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š

Remember experts, no judging please!!!!๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜

Apple Pie


Plain Rawa Dosa

Eggless coconut semolina Cake

Rawa Masala Dosa

Saabudana groundnut potato cutlets

That’s all for now…Ciao.๐Ÿ˜„

It’s a ‘Fast’ Race To Moon

No matter how much I tried to postpone, today evening I had to do the due…oh…I hope you guessed it …tomorrow is Karwachauth…a day when we, the Indian ladies (well not all Indian ladies) stay without food and water (till we see the Moon) to please the God so that he blesses our husbands with long life.

Well, its nice and sweet till here but how do we explain that mindless shopping that goes on for days before the D day?

I find it pointless. Whether the other person like your gift or not (which they mostly don’t ๐Ÿ˜‹), the things are purchased just because you have to…not because you want to!

Are you buying these bangles for your mother in law? You better buy the expensive ones??? A lady adviced me in the jampacked shop. I looked at her and said,‘I don’t even know if these are gonna fit or not!’

But still, you have to buy na!

She was right. ๐Ÿค”

So yeah, some customs are mendatory or are made mendatory, I don’t know by whom, and for what…Is it to keep women busy in ‘this’ business or to keep them busy ‘out’ of the business. I am forced to think. ๐Ÿค”

Women are busy in,

  • boasting about their designer dresses which they are planning to wear; 
  • In advertising the glow on their faces to be natural, (which have nothing to do with spending handsome in the beauty salon). 

Many actually demand pricey unusual gifts from their husband, and next day pretend as if the night surprised them with riches from its chest!!!

What did you get? the most common question.๐Ÿ˜

 he got me this! The obvious answer. ๐Ÿค‘

Oh it happens! Doesn’t it?

Though I am a misfit many a times, and I have my own ways but it’s not that I don’t enjoy this madness…I too am human…Once I am in, I am in.๐Ÿ˜‰

But yeah, there are other reasons to like it. I like this fast because it looks more like a festival…you are a different kind of IMPORTANT. And even better when your other half too join you in. There you read it.

So my soon to be fasting ladies, I am hopeless faster compared to you. When you all have already polished your faces, or may be bodies, treated your hair, planned your full day tomorrow, I am busy writing this๐Ÿค“๐Ÿค“…My hands are yet to be stained with henna…I don’t even remember how am I gonna start.

 I am still thinking should I get up at 4 or not? Though I have bought all those fanies, and mathies but I really don’t like to eat them, not atleast first thing in the morning! ๐Ÿ˜ซ๐Ÿ˜ซ

Let’s see how it turns out. No burden on my already exhausted brain. I’ll begin afresh tomorrow morning…

Happy Karwachuth by the way…hope you have a wonder filled day!!!!
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Show Some Love (Indiblogger Award Nomination)

Hey Pals,

You have given extreme love and attention to AFTERGLOW which itself stands for a realization, a hope, a belief, and a promise.I just hope I have lived up to these core components of AFTERGLOW which not only adorn it, but also make this blog ALIVE.

I want to thank all the followers, readers, viewers, (in the same order ๐Ÿ˜‹๐Ÿ˜‹), for making me believe that I CAN DO IT. ๐Ÿ˜

I am still as enthusiastic about blogging as I was in the beginning, and that’s a good sign…you know why???

Cause I have a tendency to get bored easily!!!!๐Ÿ˜Œ

So that means I love telling Stories, and wishfully continue to do so for my life. THANKS FOR THE ENCOURAGMENT AND MOTIVATION THAT YOU PEOPLE PASS THROUGH YOUR LIKES, AND ESPECIALLY COMMENTS. I am addicted to the latter.๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜

So keep my good addiction on…and click the link below, show some love by commenting here also…I am counting on YOU….๐Ÿ˜ถ

THANKYOU…LOVE. Don’t forget to click the link below ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜

Mann ๐Ÿ’“

History Mystery

‘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?????

You Scare Women, O Man Of The Earth!

Yes, As a woman, I feel scared of this society of which I am the significant half. 

I am aware of the fact that I am  the mother of this society, still, I am not sure if my existence has any value anymore! Humanity has lost its meaning and it’s shocking how the ‘other-half’ of the society is desperate to erase the difference between a man and a beast.

A man who is also a protective father, a caring brother,  a loving son, a dependable partner, and a faithfull friend, it is strange but true that it is a man only who is responsible for the harming women like no one.

I see faces…of man, many innocent, handsome, curious, confused and some tired too, and I dare to search for the devil somewhere quiescent underneath these very worldly faces. I admit I am full of doubts about the genuineness of all the faces as if they seem to have worn some kind of masks…to deceive the world… during the day or at respective homes or in workplaces. As soon as there is an opportunity or the cover of darkness, I wonder how many faces succeed in keeping these masks on, and how many unmask the real monster face! 

Whenever I go somewhere, it’s my first priority to finish the task before dark so that I come back home… safe. Reason, I know staying out late is an invitation for trouble, and who knows, it might cost me something as precious as my life also! So better be safe than sorry!

When I sit in an auto-rickshaw, I tend to scan each and every face getting on and off, on the way. I subconciously yet constantly monitor the driver in the mirror. Does he look decent? What does his eyes say? Is he familiar to any of the passengers? My mind is busy in all sort of thoughts (obviously negative ones).

I double check before sitting, for its difficult to trust humanity, (read ‘Man’ity). More than one man in there makes me skeptical. What if they forced me to an obscure place? What would I do? How am I gonna save myself? My entire focus is am I in the right place or not?

Most of energy goes in thinking, thinking and… thinking. I AM ALWAYS THINKING ABOUT MY SAFETY….I am not safe as a kid, I am not safe as a girl, I am not safe as a woman…and worse, I am not safe even in the dusk of my life!

Is being a woman, a boon or a bane? Am I not needed on this earth? Or Am I needed just to be used (misused) like an object? 

I too am a human, a full fledged living being. I have all my senses working. I get scared; I feel pain. My life is equally important as that of any man.

Then Why is it so hard for a man to consider me a human?

(This post is the reaction to the incident of gangrape of a school girl in my state. Word rape has become so common that people take it just as another news and move on. Has anyone ever thought that what kind of impression is it putting on the mind of women folk? How is it affecting their psyche? Well, if such crimes continue to occur, the time is not far when, instead of rejoicing, a woman would feel ashamed to be a mother and sorrowful on the birth of a boy!)

Tough Row To Hoe But Hoe It Will…

Those who got it easy…always want it easy, and to their luck, they always get it easy too, cause EASY…is their thing. 

But surprisingly, they are surprised when people also start taking ‘them’ EASY!!!!๐Ÿค“๐Ÿค“๐Ÿค“

And Those who always got it hard…also want it easy, but to their luck, they seldom get it easy, cause Easy…is not their thing.

And surprisingly, they too get surprised when people actually stop taking ‘them’ EASY!!!๐Ÿค”๐Ÿค”๐Ÿค”

What a joke!!!!

The Grain’s Call

In India, there is a famous saying ‘daane daane pe likha he khane wale ka naam’, which in English would probably mean that each and every food grain comes with the fate of being eaten by someone specific’.

And yeah sometimes, it just fits so perfectly that you are automatically forced to believe the wisdom of ancestors.๐Ÿ˜ฎ

One day, I got attracted to a picture on the street, thinking this place looks interesting, but carelessly heard the whereabouts of which I got a faint idea, and soon, I forgot the thing. 

Then one day we were going somewhere else and just near that place I enquired my mate, “isn’t it the same place I told you about”???
Supposed to be!”

Let’s go and check it out then.”

 and we turned the wheel to end up in a perfect weekend destination!!!!

Wow! This seems to be a happening place considering the masses having fun,” I said.

Then we headed to the main attraction the inviting gateway, a very old bridge leading to Shiva’s hidden abode.
Awkward thing-I was not dressed to the occasion.

Interesting thing-the brief conversation with the priest.

Actually there was a separate stairway leading to a platform, just in front of the temple, probably to have glimpse of God. The priests directed Mr CoolHead, “You go to the temple through main gate,” and then he pointed towards us, “and they will go up the stairs.

It was something new. ๐Ÿค”๐Ÿค”๐Ÿค”
 Priests either allow women in some temples or they just don’t! 

What is this new system??? Or may be I misunderstood, so, to double check, I moved my index finger and asked him again, “May I?

He was  blunt,”Go if you wish to!

Difficult to keep mum to such directions, “I definitely wish to, that’s the reason I am standing here,” the words came automatically, and I climbed the stairs, bowed my head and came down.

He again called out to me,”Take the blessings.

I spread my hands and received the prasad, immediately mother came forward,and she too extended her arms.

Use your dupatta when you have one! Can’t say anything to those who don’t wear one!” He appeared like commenting to me!

I was like excuse me Panditji! This is all ‘mohmaya’. No one came with a dupatta during birth. God sent us without one. Then why do we need it now to seek his blessings???

He didn’t expect this, I guess! He became politer,”No… no, there is something good in it. You don’t know!”

May be but…

What’s going on? Why do you always have to argue with everyone?” Mr CoolHead interrupted to close the topic, and we left the premises…only to receive an exciting offer to have food along with those who were aptly dressed (I assume, God is happy. He doesn’t mind my not wearing dupatta!). This invitation was unexpected but pleasant. And moreover, who are we to say ‘No’  when God himself is taking care of everything?? ๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿ˜ƒ

The food was delicious especially because it was lunch-time or May be because it was absolutely free or probably because it was made with Grain’s having our names on !! ๐Ÿค“๐Ÿค“ Whatever it is, it was perfect!!!!

However in the arguing engagement, I could not ask about the history of the place which needs to be known…possibly next time! ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š

Connecting To The Roots

No matter where you go in your life, your roots always keep calling you, and it is there where you actually have the complete sense of belonging.

 Recently, My Glowingal too had a chance to visit her paternal roots; it was an occasion of paying homage to the local deity who had returned from a two months voyage of inner Himalayas. 

The man made abode of the deity standing tall.

Well,  for those who don’t understand, ‘Deities travel by means of real people’ who walk on feet for this duration, in the sun or in rain, in the rocks or in drain, with a smile or in pain; they eat and sleep under the open sky till they reach the destinations, the abode of lord Vishnu Badrinath and Lord Shiva Kedarnath, in Uttrakhand, North India, and after spending some time there, and performing some religious chores, they again come back on feet. 
Such devotion,for this long period of time, in this age, is commendable indeed!! 

Mind you, they are not the priests or something like that; they are normal people like you and me! And don’t think of comparing it to some treking adventure sort of thing; there are some rules, and you have to abide by them, and there are aged people with wisdom along in this group to make sure, things go in accordance with the rules. And moreover, they have to reach those revered Pilgrim points dot on time, so no scope for wandering mindlessly. 

According to me, it needs a lot of courage and determination to even nod for such a tedious journey, forget actually taking it! So, hats off to the voyagers and their faith!!!!

No wonder, the deity as well its ‘carriers’ deserve and get a fabulous welcome from the eagerly waiting people of the area. They are hardcore believers and nothing can dwindle this faith…no arguments, no logic!

I have seen the devotion with my eyes. People come from far far places to bow their head just once, and supposedly they enjoy the blessing hand of the deity. 

So yes, Glowingal too received holy blessings and we came delighted and light hearted. 

Religious attempts fill you with positivity that lasts, I have realized…

Young Blood Boiling; Time To Add Some Water!!!!


Was witnessing a chat between few youngsters…silently…no interference…trying to understand their point of view.
All I could make out is, the younger people think too much…more than needed…they move unidirectionally…like a horse with blinders.

In a way it is good for them as they don’t lose focus easily. This can help in achieving goals in short time span, provided the energy is channelised in a positive direction.

But flip side is that they don’t see beyond what they believe…however crude the belief is!!!! Their vision is limited…they are stuck…sometimes this leads to dirty politics as well…

and guess what…I am going to lead such monoculars!!!!! ๐Ÿ˜ฎ๐Ÿ˜ฎ๐Ÿ˜ฎ๐Ÿ˜ฎ

God have mercy on me!!!!!