Be positive,life is not that bad as you think

Once again this story has its origin in a train ,it so happened that I was on my way to my hometown & as soon as the train left Delhi ,I opened up a book and was engrossed in reading .Around me was a family with 3 kids who were howling & shouting &throwing things on floor,in short taking all the benefit of them being “the little ones” After an hour a voice said

“Maaf kariyega mohtarma,aapko in bachhon ke karan badi takalluf uthani pad rahi hai”

I said “ Nahi Nahi ye to chote bachhe hain” whereas in my mind I was thinking “Aisa kaun bolta hai yaar( who says like this )” and the well known human mind’s curiosity didn’t let me read ,I asked to the gentleman where were they going to ,got a reply “Nagpur” and then to Amravati . I said” coming from delhi?”

And got  a reply which solved the mystery of that urdu accent “ We are coming from PAKISTAN”

Pakistan??? I never knew Bilaspur Rajdhani comes from Pakistan .The gentleman laughed , told that they came to delhi and then are moving towards Amravati to visit a childhood friend  of his mother who is seriously ill

Friend?? Ok,our history books say once we were one and many of prominent activities of freedom struggle took place in lahore

After exchanging pleasentries ,I came to know that the gentleman Dr Shaukat was also a doctor and his lovely wife told me with almost a child like enthusiasm that her sister is also a doctor and was settled in Dubai .Why Dubai?i asked to which I came to know that Pakistan is still not a very progressive society when it comes to women working but then she also defended instantly saying things are changing and they would return back to their country to vote ,the first time for 37 year old Nagma

After some time I was offered “Peshaver ka halwa”,”khajoor ki kachori” and “lahore ka namkeen” which looked mouth watering but the logical mind screamed “You should not take any food from strangers” and the probability of risk grows when the strangers are from other side of border .Well I gave a look to the yummy food stuff and politely refused

The talks with Dr Shaukat revolved aroud the girl education ,medical field,exaggerating problem of power cut and it was refreshing to know from him that the youth wants change ,they want to get educated ,no politics of hatred ,want to work and bring about a change in the attitude of outside world towards their nation

Nagpur comes early morning,when they left ,bid a “Khuda Hafiz” ,mother of Dr shaukat kept a hand on my head and wished me”Barkat” from her Khuda Dr Shaukat and Nagma  wished me”behisaab khushiyaan” while I prayed for the good health of the Indian friend of the Pakistani lady

Off they went and with them went the “Peshawar ka halwa,Khajoor ki kachauri” from my eyesight,the train left nagpur and sleep was gone from my eyes .Suddenly I realized that in the pace of modernization are we forgetting human values? As we have closed ourselves into AC Compartments have we closed the way to our hearts too??gone are those days when every journey to village in the sleeper compartment ,sharing the home cooked meals with strangers earned us friends to whom our parents used to send postcards?? And then the biggest question: who is more dangerous- a gang of men who can rape you in the light of a metro city, the sick people who ogle you when you wear a short dress and make you feel naked, a group of so called left wing extemists who kill their own men with such a brutality that can’t be judged in any parameter of humanity…….or a stranger family from a nation ,a neighbouring nation who is always portrayed as an enemy.If you happen to find an answer ,do let me know……….till then stay safe and keep the women around you too safe…..

Sometimes optimism about future,about society ,about a country considered enemy can come from a shared journey ,a shared meal after all we are humans first ,nationalities later.

Go look up ,to this link and bring some optimism through housing in your life because nothing better than a home where you return from a day’s hustle.

(P.S.- The views expressed in the blog are personal and if you happen to be a crazy lunatic under the mask of a patriot,please spare yourself from the difficulty of reading )

Kyuki Bin Bole Ab Nahi Chalega #AbMontuBolega.

I was travelling through railways from Patna to Delhi on 2nd October, yes the Gandhi Jayanti ,as soon as I entered the station I was shocked ,the ever so filthy and smelly Patna Junction was so clean that I remembered Singapore. With a wink I prayed that everyday should be a Swatcchata Day” with politicians brooming the platforms
Back to Patna on 4th a usual site welcomed me, dirt and filth all around packets of used confectionaries ,plastic bags with leftover food and what not ,I felt ashamed ,ashamed at the lack of civic sense in us .The whole idea of a swatch Bharat that our Prime minister aspires of is much much more than just taking a broom in hand and doing a photo op. its an idea, a vision of a clean India ,an India that mesmerizes tourists with its waste management and clean and green cities.
With the call for making India-a Swatchh Bharat ,many corporate houses, civil society and people’s groups have come forward hand in hand to make this country free from the malaise of dirt and filth. We all take a strepsil when we experience that irritable “Khich Khich “ that bars the free flow of speech .so what is stopping us ,what kind of” Khich Khich” that is not letting us speak for our country.
Take a strepsil and join the movement , you may also join them on & ,just speak out and make everyone hear .
If hospitals and nearby areas are not clean ,the hazardous waste is not segregated an disposed of properly Join Montu and confront the hospital administration and why not give them a catalogue explaining the disposal of medical waste. If the drains are clogged, waste is littered in open talk to the district administration and municipal bodies for not doing what they are intended to. Collaborate with the NGOs working in sanitation as the participative efforts will make our country a better India.
The most important contribution for making a clean India is the sense of responsibility.
Mahatma Gandhi “Be the change you wish to see”
The civic sense that we lack has to be imbibed. We should our self not litter around and stop anyone who tries to do that. Join Montu in speaking out .Just remember the campaign run by a popular radio channel in which they used to catch red handed anyone urinating in public, on the sides of roads and ask their names while being live on radio ,if this psychological method of making anyone who litters the public places ashamed ,why not do that also
Its our India and we have to take the initiative, Join the campaign


Happy home with Dabur Chyanwanprash

Our home has two little kids, my brother’s two angels –two daughters and yes they are twins .They are the one who make our home happy and lively. But in this fast pacing world where the outer environment is full of pollution and eating habits include the unhealthy yet tasty food snacks what always made us worried is the health of our two little girls .

Have you ever seen a child dancing in rain? Jumping in a pool of water with joy? Giving you a cutest look when she wants to snack on wafers? They are happy and you can never say a no to them .But what worries us is that they may fall sick .they may catch cold,germs from the mud and may be worms .we know that they may have quietly passed the milk in the basin when we are not looking,they feed their tiffins to the stray dogs and then the fundamental question of parents. What about the immunity in their growing up years .

We all siblings have been having our daily spoon of Chyanwanprash all through our childhood and when it was the turn of the junior members of our home ,the time tested miracle of Ayurveda-the treasure of ancient India ,our asset never fails . In this polluted environment when body’s Natural Killer cells and the immunity system weakens ,natural ingredients like Amla and giloy help the body enhance the immune system .Amla the best known source of Vitamin C is a natural immune booster .The antioxidant property of amla increases the longevity of children and help them fight the numerous infections that they face daily. It promotes a healthy respiratory system and is a must for the healthy functioning of lungs.

From burger to pizza ,breads to pasta kids these days just refuse to eat green leafy vegetables and healthy ghar ka khaana ,the ingredients of Dabur chyawanprash helps remove toxins from the body ,purifies blood, stimulates the digestive acids for a healthy and happy child.

And yes the kids will not settle for a spoon and would demand more because now its available in various flavors so go get your Dabur Chyavanprash and read more about it at
A healthy and happy child makes a happy home

“I cannot go to school today”
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
“I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.

My mouth is wet, my throat is dry.
I’m going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox.

And there’s one more – that’s seventeen,
And don’t you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut, my eyes are blue,
It might be the instamatic flu.

I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I’m sure that my left leg is broke.
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button’s caving in.

My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained,
My ‘pendix pains each time it rains.
My toes are cold, my toes are numb,

I have a sliver in my thumb.

My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,

I think my hair is falling out.

My elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,

There’s a hole inside my ear.

I have a hangnail, and my heart is …
What? What’s that? What’s that you say?
You say today is ………….. Saturday?

G’bye, I’m going out to play!”
― Shel Silverstein


Dil to bacchha hai ji……….

Once upon a time I would start preparing for Diwali a month in advance. No, I’d not be helping my mother with the cleaning or discuss about gifts for our relatives.

Almost a month before Diwali, I’d plan my new dress for the day, figure out rangoli patterns for each day, pester my parents to take me shopping for lights and lanterns, buy heaps of crackers on the way home, insist on buying the most beautiful candles and do everything that was suppose to be done to make this festival what it’s meant to be – a festival of lights!

In fact, pre-Diwali was one of those rare occasions when my mother actually encouraged my hyper-active nature; because in my excitement I’d do half the work myself! I wouldn’t be half as enthusiastic to celebrate my birthday. After all, isn’t Diwali the festival that brings together friends and family?

we had this huge red tub, which would be brought out of the storeroom only during this festival. we’d store our crackers in it and protect it with life &always ensured that it was equally divided between all siblings n spend hours over it. My crackers were so precious to me during Diwali! I hated it when my old relatives would frown and say – ‘Don’t you see what a waste of money these are? You are practically burning money!’ Being as small as I was, I’d just scowl back and walk away!.when was the last time when we all gathered together for”lakshmi puja” &were more interested in crackers burning outside

However, something changed over the years. I failed to celebrate Diwali, in the manner that I always did, just before appearing for my tenth board exams. Because the main focus was on studies, I actually felt that this festival had taken a backseat in my life for the very first time. So after criticizing our government for the bad timing of exams, I decided that the coming years would be better!

Did it get any better? Well may be the year after was not so bad, but then came the HSC exams, and once again Diwali celebrations did not happen. There on, with every successive year I realised Diwali was never the same!

What changed? Had I grown up? But why had the world grown up along with me? Why was it that with every passing year, people did not bother to bring out their lights or family get-together became less important than business deals? Are we all running way too fast to enjoy the festive spirit of India?

When was the last time you bothered to wake up early and change the rangoli design? Or took the time to clear your wardrobe and offer your old clothes to the needy? Or like everyone else, did you decide to use this day as another ‘bank holiday,’ choosing to stay at home to relax after your hectic work schedule? It’s easy to see that this festival of lights grows dimmer each year!

It seems like Diwali is a festival only for kids. After all they’re the only ones spending hours with the fuljhadis, parachutes and other crackers. Who ever knew growing up would be so boring?

So this year, like before, I decided to become a kid again and spend hours decorating my home with lights and colours, to make a plan and step out of home to meet relatives and indulge in sweets and delicacies. ­­­After all it is worth becoming a child again to enjoy the festive spirit of Diwali!
Time never comes back,so go ahead enjoy every festival,every moment………that was my ghar waali diwali ,how about you? Do watch this video at

My way on Highway with Garnier BB cream

This post takes me back to the time when I had just returned from Alwar ,rajasthan where I addressed a group of women from a cluster of villages on the menstrual hygiene and malnutrition. The same day I returned from the scorching heat of sands ,I left to Corbett national Park in Uttarakhand as a freelancer to cover up a documentary on Wild India where in the midst of forests sometimes we had to safari the whole night to catch a glimpse f the mighty tigers .Back from Corbett ,I was invited to a youth forum on CSR a high profile event attended by stalwarts of development sector at the Taj,New delhi. This is what my routine is ,its never routine .My normal work day is never so normal ,As a freelance writer and travel blogger sometimes i have to travel to the wildlife sanctuaries and national parks to write about it ,and some days the social worker in me treads through the dusty lanes of Rajasthan to spread awareness about female feticide .While I love my job ,I live a life that I always aspired ,the variability and the geographical diversity it takes me to sometimes shows up on my face . Yes I am nearing thirties and like every woman I hate to see that tired look on my face because the likes and “Wow ! Gorgeous” comments on the pictures I upload brings a smile on my face.
I meet people, I care the least about sun (I simply can’t) ,I sometimes reach my room so tired that its just a cold water wash for my face ,Spa and facials are a complete no no . I loved getting clicked and share those pics but the biggest problem is I can’t apply make up ,it just can’t stay on my face as I am mostly outdoors running from tip to toe .
My skin required a face cream that would take care of the sun rays that I am constantly exposd to, keeps it fresh all day long and looks just perfect for the pictures I pose . and the secret for that glowing skin goes to yes Garnier BB cream ,its truly named so because it gives you a perfect look miraculously .
When used as a single coat moisturizer it evenly spreads on your skin giving a softness that of a child’s skin , with cherries that keeps you fresh all day long ,Ginger – a well known anti oxidant that regenerates skin cells and bilberry extract that keeps the skin tight and firm.
So girls of 21st century,the outgoing ones, the adventure freaks ,the solo travelers :Enjoy your not so routine life more than before with this skin perfector from Garnier.It perfectly suits me and so will be to you


Oman- a traveler’s delight ,nature’s paradise .Why on earth would one want to go to Oman for one single thing, don’t go to Oman for sight seeing ,visit it for living the experience.
DESERTS- Deserts the mysterious creation of nature from extremes of temperature to the vastness of beauty. Bawshar Sands- Go there for sand biking amid the hills if you are an adventure freak and if you are just a nature buff visit the place to see the sun kissing goodbye at the evening to the orange tinted mountains. The empty quarter signifies the emptiness, vast unexplored lands of Oman , you never know you may find some hidden paradise there 😉 .Ramlat Tawq ,is an area of beautiful sand dunes the landforms that distinct Oman.
BEACHES- Beaches make me swoon and they hold the first place in my post retirement plans. when in oman I would love to visit the private,serene Al bustan beach ,the images of one of my friend’s honeymoon made me burn with jealousy. Reading about the “Ras al had” beach and its historical underpinnings at website makes me wonder how many stories this beach has to narrate .Mutrah cornice ,the famous beach at Muscat overlooking mountains that can give you the perfect facebook and instagram pics .
STRAIT OF HORMUZ –Do you remember all that we read about the strait of hormuz in our geography textbooks . Who would not want to pass through the “Gate of lion jaws” which is not only picturesque but also boasts itself of the busiest waterways in the world.
LAGOONS- My curiosity and desire to see lagoons ,the foggy beautiful mix of water bodies goes to the time when I read all the novels with an Arabian story at the backdrop, lagoons played a very important role in story creating that perfect romantic backdrop to let the love blossom .Visit for a peek into the jaw dropping beauty lagoons has to offer from Khwar albatah ,Khwar al maghsayi to the world famous Bandar Khyran reserve.
AL DIMAYAT ISLAND- Ok !you may accuse me of going greedy but have you seen the beautiful pictures of this heaven’s little abode ,I know my own story ,may be a novel I have longed to write may come out of this island as the sprawling seas and the nature at its best reminds us we can’t compete ever with nature in creating that perfect painting.
Thank you sultanate of Oman for giving us a peak into your beautiful world with

“Walking thru these streets
meeting crossroads of hope and some of loss
will i take the right road
will i venture into the curves and bumps carved into the foundation formed from years of repetitive travel
I am not the only one who travels these roads
passing by with tears in their eyes are ones who travel with hope in their hearts to find that glimpse of happiness and sanity in for which they look 
I must indure my sentance of weary travel 
my friend we shall not travel this road alone
take my hand for we shall walk this road together till we reach the end. “………Amanda Testino




The fragrance that meant peace

Amid the majestic snow capped Dhauladhar mountains ,lies the beautiful old city,a little Tibet in itself called Mcleodganj. The fresh breeze, mountains view , monks in their orange robes there is something magical in the small sleepy town of Dharmshala that the experience always stays with you.
My first morning at Mcleodganj ,I wanted to experience the hilly morning ,so I woke up before sunrise and went for the morning walk in those narrow lanes with flowers on both sides. But Mcleodganj has already woken up ,budhist chants could be heard ,I saw monks meditating and people smiling at me.
The fresh dew filled morning breeze took along with itself the flowers of the hills ,their lovely fragrance which makes you feel alive away from the hustle of city ,what stood apart in that fresh morning fragrance as I sat on the bench watching the sun go up higher in the sky behind the mountain peaks was the breeze was having a peculiar scent ,which leaves you mesmerized .In my 5 days stay there experienced that fragrant breeze everyday as if it was something unique ,something that characterizes Mcleodganj .Later I realized that the scented candles that budhist temples lit up in morning mingled with the frosty air to give that peculiar divine aroma. No it was not loud, neither very strong ,it was just there with the breeze in a way you can’t demarcate the two,a fragrance that was divine ,peaceful and light too.
I wish that I could steal a little of that fragrance and keep it in my city home. I always keep Godrej aer’s fresh fragrance in my car ,they have some amazing fragrances which you can check out at ,I wish they could create a fragrance that reminds me of morning breeze, temple bells and smiling monks.

CAR CONNECT -because you love your car

Indiblogger and its new contest took us to a site exclusively designed for cars called .The car experiences even has a catchy category called “greatescape” and the long drive one has “friends” .Well you can create your profile (Dear Car connect: please include registration other than through facebook) .
so you can meet friends here ,compare cars if you are planning to buy a new one ,Share experiences ,get a peek into the new launches and all the car related news at one place that you keep searching for on google
Go get your badges form , read about some amazing travel and drive experiences ,share stories , make friends and if you happen to plan a trip with friends over here ,don’t forget to tag “Car Connect” in your cool drive pics for “Zindagi na milegi dobara ”

This post is written for a contest by after submitting an experience on


Shared it from “Army Wife – Loving a soldier ” facebook page
Can’t help sharing

“Her hair was up in a pony tail,
her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy’s Day at school,
and she couldn’t wait to go.
But her Mommy tried to tell her,
that she probably should stay home
Why the kids might not understand,
if she went to school alone.
But she was not afraid;
she knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates
of why he wasn’t there today.
But still her mother worried,
for her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
she tried to keep her daughter
But the little girl went to school
eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees a dad
who never calls.
There were daddies along the wall in
back, for everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
anxious in their seats
One by one the teacher called
a student from the class.
To introduce their daddy,
as seconds slowly passed.
At last the teacher called her name,
every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
a man who wasn’t there.
“Where’s her daddy at?”
She heard a boy call out.
“She probably doesn’t have one,”
another student dared to shout.
And from somewhere near the back,
she heard a daddy say,
“Looks like another deadbeat dad,
too busy to waste his day.”
The words did not offend her,
as she smiled up at her Mom.
And looked back at her teacher,
who told her to go on.
And with hands behind her back,
slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child,
came words incredibly unique.
“My Daddy couldn’t be here,
because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be,
since this is such a special day.
And though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy,
and how much he loves me so..
He loved to tell me stories
he taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses,
and taught me to fly a kite.
We used to share fudge sundaes,
and ice cream in a cone..
And though you cannot see him.
I’m not standing here alone.
“Cause my daddy’s always with me,
even though we are apart
I know because he told me,
he’ll forever be in my heart”
With that, her little hand reached up,
and lay across her chest..
Feeling her own heartbeat,
beneath her favorite dress.
And from somewhere there in the
of dads, her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter,
who was wise beyond her years.
For she stood up for the love
of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her,
doing what was a right.
And when she dropped her hand
down, staring straight into the
She finished with a voice so soft,
but its message clear and loud.
“I love my daddy very much,
he’s my shining star.
And if he could, he’d be here,
but heaven’s just too far.
You see he is an American Soldier
and died just this past year
When a roadside bomb
hit his convoy and taught Americans
to fear.
But sometimes when I close my
it’s like he never went away.”
And then she closed her eyes,
and saw him there that day.
And to her mother’s amazement,
she witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children,
all starting to close their eyes.
Who knows what they saw before
who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second,
they saw him at her side.
“I know you’re with me Daddy,”
to the silence she called out.
And what happened next made
of those once filled with doubt..
Not one in that room could explain
for each of their eyes had been
But there on the desk beside her,
was a fragrant long-stemmed pink
And a child was blessed, if only for
a moment, by the love of her shining
And given the gift of believing,
that heaven is never too far.
They say it takes a minute to find a
special person,
an hour to appreciate them, a day to
love them,ImageLOVE
but then an entire life to forget them”
Author -Terry

Caring For Our Heroes: Learn About PTSD This Veterans Day


This post is dedicated to veterans of United States Millitary and thanks to Dr Mario Trucillo,Medical Editor,American Recall Centre  for sending this post

Veterans Day, observed on November 11, is an official United States federal holiday honoring men and women who have served in the armed services.

A short history lesson1 —Major hostilities of World War I were formally ended at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month of 1918, when the Armistice with Germany went into effect. Hence, Armistice Day was created. Then in 1954, Armistice Day became Veterans Day to celebrate all veterans, not just those who died in World War I. Don’t confuse Veterans Day with Memorial Day. Veterans Day celebrates all military veterans who served; Memorial Day remembers veterans who died while serving.

Many vets return from their service just fine, and get on with their lives. Some return with physical injuries, both major and minor. And some return with mental health issues. One of the most common after a traumatic event is PTSD—Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.

The symptoms of PTSD can be terrifying, disrupting your life and making it hard to continue with your daily activities. Symptoms of PTSD can vary from person to person, but there are certain hallmarks of PTSD that are common. There are four types of PTSD symptoms2 :

  • Reliving the event (called a flashback)
  • Avoiding situations that remind you of the event
  • Feeling numb
  • Feeling keyed up

Counseling and selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors (SSRIs) appear to be the most effective treatments for PTSD. Counseling means talking with a therapist about the traumatic event. The therapist listens to your concerns and helps you make changes in your life. Cognitive-behavioral therapy seems to be the most effective.

SSRIs are a type of antidepressant medicine that can help you feel less worried or sad. SSRIs include fluoxetine (Prozac), paroxetine (Paxil), and sertraline (Zoloft). How do SSRIs work? Chemicals in your brain affect the way you feel. When you have PTSD, you may not have enough serotonin (a chemical that contributes to general happiness). SSRIs raise the level of serotonin in your brain. Studies show that SSRIs improve symptoms of non-combat-related PTSD; however, studies are mixed about whether SSRIs work as well for combat-related PTSD.3

The U.S. Food and Drug Administration (FDA) has issued an advisory4 on antidepressant medicines and the risk of suicide in children and adults. The FDA has not recommended that children and young adults stop using antidepressants. However, a person taking antidepressants should be watched for warning signs of suicide (especially at the beginning of treatment or when doses are changed).

Additionally, the FDA has asked drug companies to include a “black box” warning in their package inserts (PIs); this is the government’s strongest medication warning. The warning is in bold letters inside a black box and recommends that anyone considering the use of the antidepressant in a child or young adult carefully balance the risk of taking the drug with the need to use it.

Paxil is a popular choice for treating PTSD. Additional information is available about Paxil, its side effects, and its black boxwarning.

If you’re a vet, thank you for your service! If you need more information, visit the US Department of Veterans Affairs and specifically the Veterans Health Administration. Click on “PTSD COACH” to find online help for PTSD.



  3. Benedek DM, et al. (2009). Guideline Watch: Practice Guideline for the Treatment of Patients With Acute Stress Disorder and Posttraumatic Stress Disorder. American Psychiatric Association. Available online: