tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31788009721764204572024-03-19T06:07:21.174-07:00Oozing ThoughtsOozingthoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10870725472012014439noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178800972176420457.post-76269368147291251712013-05-23T12:58:00.000-07:002013-05-23T13:00:34.921-07:00Few Questions which we have to answer...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I remember her dark, large eyes which spoke thousand words. I
can still recall her cheerful laugh which greeted us whenever we visited her.
My nose is still able to remind that lingering aroma of the hot and delicious ‘Luchi
& Aloor Dum’ she offered us. She had the perfect housewife or Grihanee
skills imbibed in her soul.</div>
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I was barely in my pre teenage days when one of my playmates
cum neighbor informed me that ‘Sen Dadu got married again’. Mr. Sen was our
retired neighbor who was in his mid-sixties and was widowed couple of years
back. With due course of time, we came to see new Mrs. Sen whom we addressed as
Sen Dida (A bong way to address grandma). Although Sen Dida in her thirties was
too young to be termed as grandma but her relation with Mr.Sen automatically
upgraded her position as universal ‘Sen Dida’. Soon, all the neighborhood kids
including me became great fan of her. She helped us in our school craft
projects with her creativity. She seemed like some angel who was able to
transform trash items into splendid craft work. While we visited her place to
just sit and watch our art work being made, she sneaked in between to get scrumptious
snacks & eatables for us. Those days we were too young to notice any discrepancy
in her perfect life other than her thirty years of age gap with her spouse.</div>
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Few years passed on, Sen Couple shifted to another locality
of the city. We almost lost touch with them. Also, with growing age, I came to
know many veiled facts about her gloomy life. Sen Dida was eldest of three daughters
of her parents and she lost her father while she was still in her teens. She
struggled hard to maintain her studies and started working at an early age to
meet the ends of her family. Time flew and she found herself at the threshold
of thirties after she was able to marry off her sisters with her meager income.
Her mother’s demise instigated her relatives to bundle her off to marry any
Tom, Dick or Harry whoever came across their way. They never thought twice before
arranging here alliance with a man more than twice her age. She was almost
pushed into an unequal, loveless and abusive relationship by the society who
thought that without getting married she might remain incomplete in her life!</div>
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Mr. Sen was an autocratic, misogynist patriarch who held his
bad temper as the alibi to hit her regularly. She tolerated all his atrocities
silently and never raised any bleak protest. I saw her again after many years
when I went for my tuition classes in her locality. She looked visibly ill. Her
blank stare which refused to recognize me cemented the rumor that she had lost
her worldly senses because of violence she is subjected to in her house by her husband.
I came to know from grapevine that she was never provided any professional
medical help by Mr.Sen even after she got badly injured on her head once when
he threw a vase on her. She died after few months pathetically struggling for
her life while her body refused to recover from the internal bleeding &
injuries.</div>
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I still wonder why a literate, skilled and jovial human
being like her has to suffer throughout her life. I am not merely pointing out here that the
domestic violence in her house could have been stopped by timely intervention
of neighbors but I am trying to sketch out the deeper reason for the whole
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Why it is important for a female in Indian culture to get
married? I mean, she would have led a comfortable, peaceful and above all sane
life if she had not been forced into this marriage. She had the skills; she
could have done something better to her life on her own rather than subjecting
to inhuman torture by her whimsical spouse. Why it was necessary to pass the
baton of control to a man through the institution called marriage?</div>
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Why was she never able to muster courage to get a divorce?
Just because that her parents were not alive, but, I know numerous similar
cases where the girl’s parents are alive but always ask their daughter to ‘adjust
and compromise’ with their abusive spouses rather getting divorced and being
called as ‘Chhodi hui aurat’. You see ‘Getting married & Staying married’
is far more important in Indian society than any individual’s life.</div>
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Why was she never able to give back to her psychologically
& physically abusive husband? It has been ingrained in our society to
consider husband as demigod - Pati parameshwar! A girl child since her birth is
made to understand that she belongs to the inferior race of mankind. Her will,
her wishes, her dreams, her opinion does not stand anywhere in front of her
male counterpart. She is born to exhibit her sacrificing skills.</div>
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These questions do compel me to ponder that the violence or
atrocities against women can only be eliminated by change of mindset of this Neanderthal
society which hides behind the curtain of culture whenever these kinds of
happenings takes place. The outlook towards women has to be changed. Society
has to accept her individual human being, who is not inferior or stands lower
in social pedestal, who has mind of its own, who is able to take decisions of
her life.</div>
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Oozingthoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10870725472012014439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178800972176420457.post-58621054685862992762013-05-20T11:22:00.003-07:002013-05-20T11:59:53.675-07:00Modernday Health care - Fight with Fate<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Elated and excited, I came back from my first ultrasound sonography session which confirmed my pregnancy. I was short of words when I tried to describe the emotions to my mother. She was equally happy and hugged me. Weeks went by, and my regular sonography reports kept on showing us the growth and development of my unborn baby. In later months of pregnancy, I used to miss meeting ( err..watching her on screen) her if any of my scanning session was delayed. When my mother noticed this, she just narrated her experience. She told me that in her time, she went to see the doctor only in her seventh month of pregnancy!Gosh, I was taken back.Even she mentioned that modern day healthcare amenities have made our life so easy & blissful.</div>
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Now a days, any case of pregnancy can be monitored through advanced aides from the first week and even sometimes prior to that. 'Follicular study' has helped numerous couple to copulate at the right time and increasing the chances of getting conceived without waiting for the destiny to answer their prayers. Many miscarriages can be averted with regular monitoring & advanced supplementary medicines. Earlier it was quite common that either of the new mother or the infant might struggle for their life due to various pregnancy complications. The infant mortality rate was quite high and common man had accepted that as their fate.</div>
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But, now times have changed. New age medicines and vaccinations have changed the face of the infant mortality rate.Not only small babies, but this advancement of technology in health care sector has saved millions of lives of all age groups. Organ transplant, heart surgeries, cosmetic surgeries, advanced physiotherapy has helped many people to rise from almost their death bed. </div>
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From common cold to deadly cancer, <a href="http://www.apollohospitals.com/cutting-edge.php" target="_blank">modern day healthcare</a> has helped us not to succumb to the desire of fate but to fight with all our might to live an healthy & fit life.</div>
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Oozingthoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10870725472012014439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178800972176420457.post-7567731595896064802013-03-22T13:07:00.000-07:002013-03-22T13:27:01.607-07:00The Braid -Tale<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">School days remains etched in most of the people’s mind for
assorted reasons. Assembly prayers, recess bells, bunch of friends, hawk eyed
teachers, annual sports day, missing homework and the endless list continues. Apart
from all other sweet n sour memories, my childhood tales are incomplete without
the mention of my ‘heavily oiled-tightly braided’ look accessorized with two
strands of colorful ribbons. I still remember how everyday my mother tied my
hair in two braids tightly after applying generous amount of coconut oil. In
those days, I detested that smell of coconut oil to the core and hated it more
when my grandmother caught hold of me for weekly head wash. She boiled shikakai, reetha and many more so
called ‘nutritious for hair’ ingredients and washed my hair with that concoction.
Gosh…I really wished for magical disappearance of Sunday from the calendar so
many times. But, somewhere inside I was
even proud of my lovely hair and relished the jealous eyes of my class mates.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tying a perfect braid is no child’s play. Its foremost
feature has to be healthy hair without any split ends. Dodging the split ends is
always a mammoth task. Balanced diet, proper care and nourishment and appropriate
can save the hair from getting damaged to certain extent. So, nice symmetric
braid is possible only with healthy hair without any spilt ends.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Time moved on to college days and two braids disappeared to
give chance to stylish hairstyles. Mother and grandmother have to surrender to
the independent teenager who vehemently opposed any application of any healthy
or nutritious items to her hair. As a result once healthy, voluminous, shiny
hair had to face the brunt of this neglect gradually. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After that, many years flew in between. Now, I am a mother
of a hyper active toddler whose primary motto in life is not to let her mother
park her butt for a minute. After running around the house with messy cuckoo’s
nest hair on my crown for many days, </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I discovered the utility of braids once again.
Once made neatly, you can even sleep with them so at least you can look bare
minimum presentable in front of whole world even when you do not remember to
comb your hair for long. Another feature is that your toddler cannot dishevel
your hair by merely pulling out a single hair clip from your scalp. So, I went
back to my braided look but this time not two just one. But the task is more
difficult this time. Tying braid to a bunch of already damaged hair with no
time to pamper self with any oil massage or herbal wash became quite
challenging for me. Still I managed to bring out a decent braid from the reminiscent
tresses of my scalp. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My toddler observed me intently throughout the whole
procedure. She seemed quite happy with the end result. She took the long braid
and started playing with it. Suddenly she shouted…ouwwww, oouuuwww. I turned
back to realize that she was rubbing my braid to her cheeks and the SPLIT ENDS
hurt her. She pushed back my hair and shouted “Jhaooooo, Jahooooo”. She calls a
broom ‘Jhaooo’ in her accent. I was heartbroken and aghast. My mane-my pride
was crushed into pieces. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">Even HD (Hubby dear) noticed the change
and my new found confidence with my braided look when I teamed up this loosely
tied side braided hairstyle with a chiffon saree for a party invite. With an
intense stare he complimented me and I was in seventh heaven. But the best was
yet to come. My li’l daughter lovingly touched my braid and said “Mamma….Jhaoooo
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Numerous studies & articles floating
throughout the internet validate the health quotient of Rice Bran edible oil.
It is the healthiest oil which has ideal fat composition. This oil is light and
food cooked in it absorbs less oil. It is less greasy and just perfect for deep
frying purpose. Its <a href="http://www.fortunericebranhealth.com/healthy-heart-oil-benefits.php" target="_blank">ten benefits</a> elevate its position in any health conscious mind.</div>
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I found this Rice Bran oil a good medium to prepare tasty
food for my kid. I prepared Chicken stew for my daughter with Rice Bran oil. It
turned out really appetizing for my little one. A moody picky eater who has to
be distracted or coaxed during meal time to slid food down her throat, asked
for more ‘stoooo’(as she pronounces stew). This recipe is bit deviated from the
traditional recipe which I have done to suit my kid’s taste.</div>
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Chicken cut into small pieces (you
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French Beans 7-8, cut
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Green cardamom 2-3</div>
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Fortune Rice Bran Oil 1-2
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Heat the pressure cooker and add 2 table spoons of Fortune
Rice Bran Oil in it. Once it is heated, add cinnamon, green cardamom, cloves.
Add onion and garlic and sauté them for a minute. Add all other vegetables
except tomato and sauté them for 3-4 minutes. Now add the chicken & tomato
and let it cook for few minutes. Add salt, sugar & turmeric powder. I am
adding sugar here as kids loves the tinge of sweetness in this recipe. Add 2
cups of water and close the lid of pressure cooker for 4 whistles. While
serving spread the raisins, however this is optional. My kid loves raisins
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">She
is known as the ‘tough task master’ at her workplace. Her charismatic persona,
assertive looks, 'chin-up’ attitude</span> always coerced people to look up to
her as a show-stopper. Her average looks
never had been a hindrance in her confident presentation skills. Every time she
stood up to discuss her presentation, many heads turned around to notice her
magnetic personality.<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It
was those chilly days of January. She was perfectly dressed up for office. A smart
pair of beige trousers teamed up with aqua-green sleeveless top and a warm pea-coat.
She had taken extra care to dress up appropriately for this big meeting. <b><o:p></o:p></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">But,
as soon as she entered the conference room she sensed something wrong. Why is
she feeling so hot here? The temperature outside is almost touching zero degree
Celsius. Inside the office it should have been a couple of degrees more, then
why is she feeling unusually warm. She got tensed and assumed getting a high
blood pressure attack. But, she never had any BP problems earlier, might be she
need to slow down on job stress – she thought in her mind.</span></div>
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all the meeting invitees had gathered in that room and suddenly the facilities
manager appeared there uninvited. He proudly announced the installation of
central heating system in their office effective that day. Everyone applauded
this change with lot of comfort. But, she was not able to enjoy that warm comfort
at all. She started sweating inside her heavy wool pea-coat. She wanted to take
it off but alas! She cannot.<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">She thought ‘I wish I had opted for my hair
removal’ of arms & under-arms. She thought she could do away with those
hairs in refuge of woollen wears. She had never imagined of such kind of tricky
situation. It was so embarrassing. But, one thing was for sure that she cannot attend the complete
two-hour duration of meeting in that condition. However, she cannot even leave
that meeting half-way.</span><o:p></o:p></span></h3>
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the wash-room and hunt in her bag for that magical wand of the moment: </span>Gillette
Satin Care.<span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></h3>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">There it is, she found it. Then within minutes she got rid of those
unwanted hairs. She felt the satin touch of her soft hair free arms. She folded
her pea-coat nicely and walked confidently inside that conference room to
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Few call it mid-age crisis, some name it 7 years itch. But Mr. & Mrs Joshi has already spent their life together while crossing three times this seven-year itch. A complacent life engulfed in their comfort zone. Now, sometimes they can even guess in advance what their spouse is going to say!<br />
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Mr. Joshi comes back home with an elated expression one day. Mrs. Joshi figured out his happiness by his soft humming of bollywood song. Mr. Joshi started, 'You know, I received an email invitation for our college reunion.'<br />
Mrs.: Wow, that is so great! When it is slotted, I hope it doesn't coincides with our visit to our son in Australia.<br />
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Mr: It is scheduled on this Sunday. Wouldn't it be awesome to meet up with our old pals.<br />
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Mrs.: Ohhh yes, I need to look best. I am dying to see how our batch mates look now after almost 3 decades. I want to see all those three butterflies of that over rated stylo - gang with white streaks in their hair.<br />
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Mr.: Arre, one of them, that Suchi had a huge crush on me.<br />
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Mrs.: Ohh that's fine. She was anyway so air- headed . How can you forget my fan following! Almost all guys of your group wanted to date me.<br />
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Mr: (Trying to put up a brave face).....Ahh that was so many years back. I am sure everybody is well settled with their kids now.<br />
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Mrs.: But still I want to look best.<br />
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Mr.: ( thinking in his mind) Whatever! who is gonna flirt with a half -centurion lady!<br />
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But Mr. Joshi was so wrong. That day, Mrs. Joshi took extra time & care to groom herself. Contrary to that Mr. Joshi just managed to slip in his Balck tux which Mrs. Joshi got altered.<br />
His evening stubble was gleaming with dots of white beard. But, he was not able to drag himself out of laziness on this December evening. Thoughts of shaving errrrr contact with cold water pricked the balloon of his remaining zeal to manage a clean shaven look.<br />
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As they entered the venue, Mr. Joshi felt his spouse almost zipped back through time-machine and looked like a twenty something who was undoubtedly, show-stopper of the day. She was indeed cynosure of all eyes with her stunning appearance.<br />
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Soon, all the guys errr men of their old group were found openly flirting with Mrs. Joshi. Time & age has aided them to fulfil their dormant wish in a very non-offensive way. Even, Mrs Joshi was enjoying the attention. Mr. Joshi obviously looked quite pale and lustre less. He has never thought that he would feel so much craving to gather attention from his wife and that after so many years of marriage.<br />
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He sneaked out of the party. After sometime, Mrs. Joshi realized his absence. After unable to contact him by phone, she started searching him frantically. Somehow, feeling of guilt crept in her mind.<br />
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Suddenly, she spotted Mr. Joshi entering through the main gate. Ohh man, he went for a shave! He looked really presentable with black tux, gelled hair, matured confidence & shaven look. With a wink in his eyes Mr Joshi approached her. He extended his hand alongwith a victorious smile to her and asked her for the couple dance.<br />
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Tiger to dance.....they wanted him to do acrobats....they wanted him to sing or
balance on a small table....they wanted him to play football.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He fails to
deliver any of these feats. He tried hard but failed again. Ring-master came up
with new ideas everyday to 'train' him properly.</span></div>
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thought that he is not 'tame' enough. He shuts the only window near tiger's cage
so that the focus of training is not diverted. Might be shutting the window
would help as that tiger wastes so much time in looking outside to the distant
jungle through that window.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When alone, tiger
also tried to practise those so-called skills. Why he is not able dance like
that bear or jump like that monkey or sing like parakeet or even toss the ball
like that heavyweight elephant? Why is it so?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Circus owner
thinks him as an useless animal.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sometimes he
thinks of running away to that jungle but then gives up the idea. Jungle won't
accept him. Also, he cannot relate himself to that jungle as
well.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Should he end his
life....some people say that ending life is done by losers....but he thinks
what's all this fuss about win & loss....He simple does not want to
participate in this bloody race.</span></div>
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