Holi Kab Hai Kab Hai Holi

Holi is around the corner and as I am preparing for the Holi get together at my place and ordering for Gulal and sweets as I plan to play  #KhulKeKheloHoli  my mind takes me back to my childhood and a Holi that I will never forget.

As children Holi used to be a special occasion for us. It was the day of no studies and all fun. The only rule that we followed was to have as much fun as possible and color every one in sight as our Pichkaris did not believe in discriminating between the different targets based on age, gender, caste or creed. Who ever came in their range was not spared. Thinking of the word Holi the first thing that comes to my mind is my elder cousin brother and was it his obsession with Holi or fascination of Gabbar Singh of Sholay , I am not very sure. When ever he would come to visit us he would always be carrying his big Pichkari. He would bully us by pointing his Pichkari towards us and asking in a sinister Gabbar style Holi Kab Hai Kab Hai Holi. Our answers did not carry any weight with him because no matter whatever our answers were we ended up becoming the target of gushes of water coming out of his huge Pichkari. Till date I do not know if he thought of us as Jai, Veeeru or Basanti or Dhanno for that matter for there was no escaping the huge drenching we got from the big Pichkari of his. It was the day of Holi and we his younger siblings hatched a plan to get even with him by taking our revenge. We had a large pit that had been dug up and left uncovered in our backyard. We had it filled with colored water and covered the pit with sheets of polythene and sprinkled some mud on it to make it look like the ground. Since I was the swiftest runner the responsibility of luring our elder sluggish fatso bully brother fell upon me. So when the time of his arrival came all of my cousins except me hid themselves. When he came he pointed his Pichkari in my direction and repeated his same old dialogue of Holi Kab Hai Kab Hai Holi. I looked at him and showed him my tongue to tease him and started running as fast as I could. Seeing me running away from him he too started running after me and began to chase me. I made him run all around the house till he got tired and began to pant. This was the moment that I had been waiting for and I began to run towards the pit with my cousin in tow. I knew the exact location of the pit and when I reached it I simply jumped across it. I heard a loud splash and I turned back to find my cousin bobbing up and down in the mud pit completely drenched with mud and colored water. My cousins who were in hiding came out to surround the pit and asked him again and again Holi Kab Hai Kab Hai Holi as they splashed color on him with their Pichkaris. It was a much awaited revenge and from that time onwards he stopped imitating Gabbar and never bullied us again. This was indeed the most memorable Holi of our lives.

“I’m pledging to #KhulKeKheloHoli this year by sharing my Holi memories at BlogAdda in association with Parachute Advansed.”

Bringing about a change

A normal day goes like this in the life of my dear sister, when I stayed with her .She wakes up early in the morning around 5 am. She then prepares the breakfast, makes two or three variations of dishes according to the liking of the family. She packs 3 lunch boxes one for herself, her husband and for a three year old son. All this while her son and husband are still in bed and catching up with their sleep. Then she wakes up her son and help him  to get ready for the school. She is constantly on the run, making frequent rounds to the kitchen, taking milk from the milkman, setting the table, bathing
her little one, ironing the clothes, setting his school bag, providing her husband clothes, tie,handkerchief etc and then setting the breakfast table for them. While feeding her son she keeps answering the phones, briefing her juniors about the work and coordinating with her colleagues for the day ahead in the office. She drops her son to the school then rushes to reach her office in between munching her breakfast as she didn’t get the time to have her breakfast. After reaching her office she arranges things for the day ahead, prepare projects, drafts for the meetings. In the lunch break again her full attention is at home. While eating her lunch she talks to her son who is now back from school. She enquires about his activities at school, about his home work etc and in this her 1/2 hr lunch gets finished. She again gets back to work. In the evening she reaches home tired
and exhausted but as soon as she steps into her home she is a housewife and a mother. Her son demands her attention as well her husband demands a particular dish for the dinner. She immediately enters into the kitchen and starts preparing the dinner. Then she feeds her kid and while her husband is enjoying a movie on TV or playing a game on Xbox she is doing the laundry and preparing for the next day. She cleans that special
white dress for his son and the special lucky shirt for her husband as it’s his important meeting the next day. She manages all this with a smile. It’s the same for her from Monday to Sunday, no incentive or bonus for this job. I recently saw this advertisement of Ariel and I shared this with my jiju, my sister and her kid. It’s an eye opener. Since then my jiju helps my sister with the laundry. And they are managing it well. My sister has now some time for herself and a good bonding with her husband. I hope this brings a positive change in the lives of others too.

 “I am joining the Ariel #ShareTheLoad campaign at BlogAdda and blogging about the prejudice related to household chores being passed on to the next generation.”

Won't you share the load

A pile of clothes for laundry is a common sight at any Indian household. The biggest reason for that is the misconception that laundry is women's job has been passed on from generations to generations so the household leave this laundry job for the lady of the house.
‘Mom! Where are my fresh socks?’
‘Didi! Why didn’t you scrub my shirt’s collar? It’s still grimy!’
‘Dad! If you see mom ask her to keep my football uniform ready, I need it tomorrow!’
is indeed a common conversation which is a part of nearly all households. I am thankful to Ariel and Blogadda for creating awareness about the issue of laundry. You all must have seen the new Ariel advertisement by now. How a father realizes that his little daughter has grown up. He sees her working hard, managing kids, work and cleaning clothes. A multitasker by all sense while her husband is busy watching TV. It’s in our upbringing that we don’t see any thing odd in it when a lady of the house is working outside as well as looking after the house and doing the laundry for herself as well of the entire household. Girls are being trained at an early stage in every Indian household in house work such as cleaning, cooking and doing the laundry. According to a survey conducted by a third party for Ariel reveals some statistics that show a bleak future for the women

.78% of girls in India agree that they should learn laundry as they have to do it
when they grow up. This is what our elders have taught us.

2 out of every 3 children think that washing clothes is a women's job.

But the fact is that when both genders are bread earners then the household work load
should be shared too. In today’s scenario people expect their daughter-in-law to be working so that she contributes to the working of the house due to increasing expenditure and cost of living but at the same time they expect her to do all the household work when she returns home while there is no such expectation from their sons

.This is unfair.81% of married men in India agree that their daughters must learn household chores. Instead the men should encourage both boys as well as girls to be self reliant and tell them that doing household chores and laundry is not a women job alone.

76% of married men in India believe that not helping with laundry at home still
makes them a great role model for their children. This belief is a myth one can
be a true role model only if one takes equal responsibility with his wife in
doing laundry and other household work.


“I am joining the Ariel #ShareTheLoad campaign at BlogAdda and blogging about the prejudice related to household chores being passed on to the next generation.”

A hug to thank my Dad

I am my father’s best buddy. We have a very special bond. I can discuss about anything with him without any hesitation and may be because of this quality I have been able to take the right decisions at the right time in my life. He loves to live life and laugh and because of this nature he is always young at heart. He always guides me to the right path. He is very supportive in everything that I do. He helped me with my homework without any complaint ever. He played with me for several hours. He often took me to movies, water and theme parks and to picnics. He’s been helping me ever since I was born. I can’t imagine my life without him. I wonder what my life would be like without him, it’s unimaginable. Many times my father missed his favorite matches of football and cricket for my sake. Instead he spent time with me to help me in studies or stayed with me constantly when I was ill. He never mentioned or showed his fear but I still remember whenever I was out riding my bicycle his eyes were always on me. My safety was his first concern. My dad is fun to be around. He is a very nice person. Whenever I need him he is always available. He helped me unconditionally and never expects to be thanked or recognized for his actions. He has always being an inspiration for me. He has taught me how to be strong in every sphere of life. He has taught me the lessons of life. He is a very simple man without. My role model is none other than my father. I had many happy & sad moments with him. He pampered me. He encourages me to reach my goal. He is like a VIBGYOR who thinks like a pure white light & provides me a window to see the life in a colorful way. He is a perfect role model. Whatever the situation is one can find him smiling as he says no one is perfect and times keep changing so one should remain balanced in life. He always surprises me with his level of energy and positive thinking. I salute my father for his endless effort for the betterment and ease in my life. I just love you father. Thank you for being with me always. Superman, Spiderman there are tons of super heroes but for me my father is my real super hero. Thank you Daddy.

F – For all things you have taught me

A – And for promising me that you will never leave me

T – To be with me forever and supporting me

H – Helping me in everything

E – Everyday you are there for me

R – Raising me with utmost love and care

I am participating in the '#HugYourDad' activity for Vicks in association with BlogAdda.

Thanking my Dad My Hero with a Hug

You have to simply ask a girl as to who is her hero and her prompt reply would be that its her father. My Dad is my super Dad and my first teacher too. Everybody’s dad in the world is their greatest hero in their lives. He is the first man in our lives who cares for us, protects us, teaches us how to survive in this world provides for us with food, clothes, shelter, money, education, and takes on responsibility to provide everything necessary for our survival and growth. He is always there when I need a strong shoulder to lean on, till I develop my wings and learn to fly. 
My father is a very kind hearted person; he never hurts the feelings of any body. I love my father for treating me like a Queen. I thought that happiness begins with 'H' but my happiness begins with 'U' my dad. For me my dad is my whole world and what I am today is just because of my dad. I am Thank you dad for caring for me and loving me and doing special things to make me happy & the happiest daughter in the world. 
Most memorable moment was when my dad handed the keys of the scooter in my hands. I felt very happy and most fortunate daughter of this world it was a heart touching moment. He worked late to make sure we have a good future. He could never build his dream house so that he could fulfill our dreams. The best advice given by my father is don’t be afraid of doing mistakes but be sure to correct them as soon as you realize them. There is always a U-turn ahead. 
He is my source of inspiration & he is my strongest support. He gives me confidence. He has always supported me in every stage of life. When I was in college my grandmother found a proposal for me and wanted me to get married, but I wanted to study further and stand on my own feet and work. My dad supported my decision of studying further. It was my idea to study further and be an independent working woman. He put in lots of effort and finally sweetly convinced my grandmother. Thus my fathers support helped me achieve my dreams of working & standing up on my own feet Even now, when I am sad, I have to just place my head on my father’s lap and he lovingly pats my head and I am instantly comforted. I hug my father because there is better way than a hug to say my thanks

I am participating in the '#HugYourDad' activity for Vicks in association with BlogAdda.
 

Unlocking joy with maxfresh moments of life

The College is off for vacations and everyone is planning to go on an excursion trip however its only our class who is not going. The reason we are being sent on an industrial trip where we would be attending classes taking notes and more or less it would be like attending regular college. Our spirits are low and we are in no mood to study. Yet we board the bus and our journey begins. The FM radio of the bus is playing the news. None of us is interested and I am looking out of the window staring into no where. The atmosphere within the bus is very serious and somber as if a tragedy has struck. The atmosphere is nothing like what one experiences during a college trip. The atmosphere usually during college trips is of fun and celebration but not this time .We are experiencing a low point of our lives as we have been robbed of the much earned summer break .Perhaps  this cancelling of our vacation is a punishment for not being able to win the cricket tournament for the college as all the players in the cricket team are from my class.
As the bus crosses the city border the news ends and a song starts. The song is the famous Anushka Manchanda song Tu Saala Kam se Gaya from Golmaal returns.
As the song begins to play it has a transforming effect on the occupants of the bus that is us students.
As the first few lines of the song play out
(Maine tujhase pyaar kiya hai, tu hai meri jaan
Meri har dhadkan kehati hai main tujhape kurbaan) - (2)
Tera jara sa bhi dola jo imaan, tu saala kaam se gaya
Huwa tera kaam tamaam, tu saala kaam se gaya
Tera dil jo huwa beimaan, (tu saala -3) kaam se gaya
Sameer and Anil who are sitting in the first row get up and begin to sing along and break into a dance. I am really not much impressed by their antics as these two guys from my class are really very easily excited and first to get up and dance.
By the time the next few lines of the song are played
Teri najaron pe jaan-e-jaan meri najar hai
Teri saari harkato ko mujhako khabar hai
Are mastiyon mein duba huwa hai, tujhe nahi fikar hai
Aaja aaja hosh mein aaja, ???
Tera jara sa bhi dola jo imaan, tu saala kaam se gaya
Huwa tera kaam tamaam, tu saala kaam se gaya
Tera dil jo huwa beimaan, tu saala kaam se gaya
I find that half the bus has joined them The boys and girls are dancing and singing .The girls are moving their lips to the lyrics of the song and the Guys of my class are dancing like Allu Arjun.
I am sure if Anushka Manchanda and Allu Arjun had been here then they would be proud of our performance.
By the time the song ended and the next one began the entire class had got into a picnic mood . We had realized that no one can spoil our fun and as long as we want to enjoy and have fun no one can rob us of the opportunity. To be happy and break into a dance and singing routine like Anushka Manchanda and Allu Arjun is our birth right As it helps us discover hidden moments of happiness that recharge us and make us feel the maxfresh moments of life.

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