Tuesday, 4 October 2016
Friday, 19 August 2016
Tuesday, 16 August 2016
I have thought of lifestyle as a choice. Living in my body has been a journey for me, and during my teens, I struggled at times. I did not truly understand and treat my body as house for my spirit; this practice has only come with maturity. As women, and specially as young mothers, it is important to listen to the wisdom of our bodies and do the things that promote holistic physical health and wellness. This will allow us to be the best moms we can ever be, in harmony with our bodies.
I encourage you to check in with yourself and be honest about how you are feeling, how you have been treating yourself lately, taking a note of your basic self-care practices. Have you bwen getting enuf sleep? Eating properly? Getting enuf exercise? Drinking enuf water? Annual physicals, including blood work, pap smears, mammograms and monthly breast self exams are important to schedule even if you are feeling well.
It's so easy to take for granted that our bodies just work for us. But we mistake this, our health is in our own hands and not in doctors hand. It's our body, don't let anybody treat it. Take a mini-Vacation everyday. May be this is the reason i've never visited a doctor as much, except my two overwhelming deliveries and those emotional prenatal visits :) Touchwood.
Taking care of yourself and your health is a lifetime commitment. While your kids may not act as if they see what you are doing, I promise you, they are absorbing your example. Someday you will see that they will model much of what you've taught them by how you live your life. Choosing a healthy lifestyle takes discipline and personal study. Having experienced the miracle of growing two babies in my womb and watching them grow to be the most amazing teens and feeling the most healthy I'd ever been, I want to feel just as good as I enter my pre-teen. I want to have energy to play with my grandchildren, and to embrace this happy stage in my life's journey and maintain my inner radiance .... No matter what my age says I am :)
Have a Happy, Long and Healthy Life's Moms !!!
Saturday, 9 July 2016
Saturday, 25 June 2016
Wednesday, 1 June 2016
Tuesday, 31 May 2016
Monday, 30 May 2016
Loving memories of my very special dad on his birthday ..
My heart still aches in sadness
My silent tears still flow
For what it means to loose you
No one will ever know
Although you cant be here with me
We're truly not apart
Until the final breath I take
you will be living in my heart
Dearest dad, to hear your voice and to see your smile
and just to sit next to you and talk to you
would be my dearest wish today and always
Watever it take to make it happen
Thinking abt you now n always !!!!!
I remember this one bday of his that I and my brother could never forget.
I was may be 9 or 10 yrs old and my brother was 7 or 8 yrs old. Too young to go and shop and have money in our pockets. We both wanted to do something for him without anybody's knowledge. Not even mom was involved or aware of it till the end. (Look whose talking, She is a mom, she knows everything. Only we knew that she knows nothing.) After a lot of thinking and planning, not left with much choices but to use his White Night Suit which he wears every night and which we wanted to use it as a Banner to write "Happy Birthday Daddy" . We ripped apart and made a banner or say chart board out of it.
Finally everything was set, Cake on a small table with candles on it, room decorated, banner posted on the wall, lights off and waiting in anticipation for him to come back from work.
Door bell rang, mom opened the door and here He comes, "Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Daddy ... Happy Birthday to youuuu ...." Dad smiled, (Oh I can never forget that smile) was very very happy, surprised face, that glow on his face .. omg ... He cut his cake, we all shared smiles, laughter and enjoyed the delicious cake made by my mom.
As the time was getting closer for him to change, my and my brother's heart kept racing. Now What? we said to each other. Dad went into his room and screamed, "Where is my Night Suit?" I and my brother gathered strength and hold hand in hand and went into his room and said, "Dad, Where do you think we have written "Happy Birthday Dad" ?? ......... That moment ...... we didn't knew what is he going to do ? Will he scold us for the damage we did or will he laugh at it and forgive us ?
Like any other dad , He chose to Laugh at it and forgive us. And that night we got the best hug ever ... .. :)
Will always cherish these little moments that we spent together ...
Truly rich children are the ones, who run into their dad's arms, even when their hands are empty ...
Happy Birthday Dad, Where ever you are !!!!
Sunday, 29 May 2016
Saturday, 28 May 2016
Friday, 27 May 2016
Tuesday, 24 May 2016
Saturday, 21 May 2016
Friday, 8 April 2016
Whenever I read a book, any book, I read it two ways: One, the story itself and secondly, how its written. Though they both are inseperable but still support each other.
This book tells a story of a girl whose name is Liesel who is a Book Thief, who first encounters death of her younger brother that occurs on a train and thats where she steals her first book "The Gravedigger's Handbook" left lying in the snow next to her brother's grave.
Liesel is an orphan, who has never seen her father and mom disappeared after delivering her to the foster parents named Hans and Rosa. Hans and Rosa are poor German. Hans is a painter and who has taught Liesel how to read and write. Whereas Rosa is abrupt, who swears a lot but with a very big heart and does laundry for the rich people.
One night a Jew comes to their house, who, is a son of Hans friend in World War II. Max and Liesel become very close friends and he write a beautiful story for her, "The Standover Man" which tells the story of Max growing up until coming to meet Leisel.
Markus Zusak is a very talented writer. Writing is incredible.
"After ten minutes or so, what was most prominent in the cellar was a kind of non-movement. Their bodies were welded together and only their feet changed position or pressure. Stillness was shackled to their faces. They watched each other and waited." (p.402)
Writing sumthing like this is just not anything, it's an Art. Thats wat I liked about it. This story has made me think, sing and cry.
What is a STORY? Any one can tell a story but its takes a beautiful WRITING to take the story to whole different level.
This book is for everyone, any book lover. Highly recommended.
Happy Reading !!
Saturday, 26 March 2016
Friday, 12 February 2016
The purpose of my life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to be dedicated and committed, to have it make some difference in someone's life, to be helpful for them, that I have lived and lived well. Nevertheless, end of the day, I am always happy. Mission is always possible only when there is a way to make it happen. And once you achieve it, it's the best feeling in the world.