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Sunday, December 21, 2014
A man was trying to appease
his wife, when he burnt the cheese.
The dish gone awry
Her rage, he was wary.
Hence, said he "Let's go out for lunch, please?"
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Saturday, December 20, 2014
"Sir, can we travel to the stars?"
"They are meant to be watched, watched from a distance."
"Err ... from this wheelchair that life has gifted me?"
There was no pain in his voice; instead, a glimmer of hope, and a refreshing passion adorned his eyes.
"Sir, I may not walk ever again, but I will definitely sprout wings and fly, someday."
This Micro Fiction is shared with Five Sentence Fiction - Glimmer.
Friday, December 19, 2014
"It's urgent. We leave now."
She nodded. A moment later, two dark silhouettes trudged along the darkness.
"What time is it?" he asked.
"A quarter past ten."
"Ah. The cold breeze burns my skin. Are we there yet?"
Holding hands, they walked towards the Railway Station, their faint footsteps echoing in the moonlit silence.
"She should be arriving by the eleven o' clock express. And would you believe it? We just married last month, but have spent only a couple of days together, till our work commitments came in the way," his voice emanated with nervous excitement.
"Who are you, by the way?" he suddenly turned towards her, and the familiar sense of grief tugged her heart.
Alzheimer's disease had trapped him in the past, while she, his wife for fourteen long years, was lost forever, in this daily routine.
This 140-words Micro Fiction is shared with Succinctly Yours Week 195.
Monday, December 15, 2014
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Author: Danielle Steel
Publication Year: 2014
Genre: Fiction, Contemporary Women
No. of Pages: 512
Price: Rs 399
My Rating: 4/5
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
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Friday, December 05, 2014
They say love is divine. I say love is winter.
You were the snow flake that knocked at my window on that freezing morn. Through the haziness of the frost, and the dilemma of the mist, I welcomed you inside, opening the doors and unlocking the caskets that had accumulated dust over the years. I served you stories, and you promised completion, a happy ending for each one of them.
Outside, the mercury dipped. Inside, it felt so warm.
In this uncertain cold, I experienced bliss and pain and joy and fear, not realizing that summer had quietly crept in.
The snow flake vanished, just like that, leaving behind a smiling trail of the days gone by. Yet, I knew, that it was only a matter of time when it would reappear, knocking at my window on another freezing morn.
They say love is divine. I say love is winter.
Thursday, December 04, 2014
This Poem is shared with Magpie Tales - Mag 248.
Tuesday, December 02, 2014
We were lucky we could go to school and complete our formal education. We made good use of our education, and the knowledge acquired, and have woven dreams for a better future. I wouldn't be wrong to say that we belong to the privileged section of the society who have the luxury to take their education for granted, adopting it into our daily routine and going with the flow.
However, often we forget that there is another segment of the society that dwells in deprivation. Go to a roadside eatery or dhaba, and there is a high chance of your meal being served by small children barely in their teens. In fact, you can even find kids aged ten or younger, doing the dishes, cleaning the tables and carrying the food around.
You can't blame the children. They are poor, and education isn't their primary necessity. Food is. One simply cannot study with hunger creeping across the souls like a deadly virus.
Though several initiatives have been launched by the Government regarding free schools for underprivileged along with meals, lack of dedicated resources plays spoilsport. However, we can not rest the entire blame on the Government. We, as noble citizens, should take up the responsibility of spreading education among poor children. Sure, we all are busy in our day to day activities. We do have work, family and other priorities, but a couple of hours a week isn't too much to ask for.
For example, we, along with our neighbors, can start up a basic schooling system for these kids. We can divide our time, and via a rotational policy of teaching, can impart education in an easy and effective manner. The results will be encouraging if the children are provided food along with their studies, and in this way, we can motivate the rest of the population to take up this cause and work towards it.
Every problem has a solution, and it's upon us to find it. Classroom hunger is a big nuisance, but it can be eliminated if we all unite and work hard towards it. Children are, after all, the future of tomorrow. If we can share the gift of education among each and every children, it will only guarantee a promising tomorrow.
And not only the kids, but we too would have earned a great satisfaction. We can wake up every morning, and smile in the mirror with a sense of pride and accomplishment, knowing fully well that we are playing our part in making India a hunger free, education rich nation, a perfect recipe for development.
I am going to #BlogToFeedAChild with Akshaya Patra and BlogAdda.
Sunday, November 30, 2014
This post is a part of #WillYouShave activity at BlogAdda in association with Gillette.
This post is in response to the tag by Simran. I tag the following bloggers to take up the #WillYouShave Challenge further:
Saturday, November 29, 2014
Cleanliness is next to Godliness, they say. Who are this ‘they’ by the way? Leaders, thinkers, philosophers? Aah, do not make wild guesses. ‘They’ are us, you, me and everyone.
Friday, November 28, 2014
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This Poem is shared with Poets United Midweek Motif - Gratitude.
Monday, November 24, 2014
This is my official entry to '#Lucky6' Happy Hours organized by Indiblogger in association with Fat Cat Gaming.
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Sunday, November 23, 2014
This post is a part of Kids Hut activity at BlogAdda.com.
This Poem is shared with dVerse - Defamiliarization.
Author: Chitra Anand
Publisher: Leadstart Publishing
Price: Rs 124
ISBN -10: 9383562404
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Thursday, November 20, 2014
While school provides us with basic education, it's in college that we hone our skills and pursue the course that would shape our future. Thus, every student, parent and guardian, should make the right choice when it comes to the selection of course and college.
With so many educational institutes around us, we are definitely spoilt with choices. However, we should know how to differentiate one from the other, so that we can measure the scope and feasibility of each institute and match them with our aptitude accordingly.
Wouldn't it be better if we could access all college related information from one place?
Wednesday, November 19, 2014
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
You can bring about the change in the lives of millions of kids, thereby showing your support for the Domex Initiative. All you need to do is “click” on the “Contribute Tab” on www.domex.in and Domex will contribute Rs.5 on your behalf to eradicate open defecation, thereby helping kids like Babli live a dignified life.
Monday, November 17, 2014
Alas, no snow at all, was that right?
He wanted to stay indoors,
Watch the game, of course,
But, with wife he shopped to avoid a fight.
This Limerick is shared with Limerick - Off Monday - Light Limerick.
- Avoid use of elevator and instead take the stairs.
- Clean my house and car on my own, without anyone else's help.
- Stay away junk food as much as possible.
- Go jogging early mornings.
Health Is Fun With Farmlite
With so many premier leagues running in full flow in our nation addicted to Sports, Manu Singh showcases how 'Striker Strikes Back' in the Carrom Premier League.The striker named Dubey Ji fails to hit the Queen in the first three instances. However, it results in a healthy warm-up and he scores in the 4th instance after losing some weight.
India is a land of festivals. 'Farmlite Navratri' video shows how one can enjoy these festivals and burn calories at the same time. Isn't that great, knowing you can have fun and undergo a fitness regime at the same time? Absolutely, this makes celebrating festivals all the more enjoyable.
'Homework Kiya' by Anugam Goswami leaves you rolling into peals of laugher. A man frustrated with his unhealthy lifestyle suddenly gets to know the benefits of performing household activities like cooking and cleaning. He performs them happily as they burn calories and gifts himself a lean physique. Also, he gets more time to spend at home in a constructive manner.
'Fit Fighter' is a cute story of a couple whose interests are conflicting in nature. While the guy wants to spend his time playing computer games, the girl assigns him the task to prepare dinner. The guy wants to go to Poker Night with his friends, while the girl wishes to go out for a movie. Their fun filled banter leads to 'fight' and thus reduction of calories.
'The Great Laughter Sales Meet' showcases how laughter can burn calories. The team analyzes the sales target when the 'Sehat ki Ghanti' rings, and they imitate the famous 'Kitne Aadmi They' scene from Sholay to add a bit of laughter and fun to the discussion that's supposed to be serious, ensuring that achieving target doesn't seem a grave task and should be dealt with fun.
The packaging of Sunfeast Farmlite looks aesthetically pleasing to the eyes. With color combinations that fit to the T, the package looks tempting and inviting. 'Oats and Almonds' and 'Oats and Raisins' are the two flavours you can choose. Deliciously, healthy. Yes.