Accessorize...This Time With Wisdom Behind! #MondayMusing

I love to dress up ... accessorize myself with jewelry and wear make up ... Go out !!! But with the busy life and hectic schedules I don't get enough time to do all these things daily ... I often used to get scolded for not decorating my neck and hands with the ornaments. I get labelled as the "Sita from Lanka"! And why should I not be... there stands our traditional belief in "Sola Singar"...bindi, bangles, mangalsutra etc! These accessories actually define who we are  and outline our identity. 

I can anticipate sone raised eyebrows here! The few paragraphs ahead, you will have the reason to validate my statement... On a lighter note, I end up saying "Thats a license for me... that I am married now !!!", pointing to my "Mangalsutra".  

At times, I just do not have the mood to carry those accessories. "Sawar loo, Sawar loo..." song just feels out of place at such times! Recently however I read that there is science behind wearing the…

Team MocktailMommies... A Friday Reflection!

Just few days back, the lanes and by lanes of the princely suburb where I dwell, was a vibrant place. The reason was "Janmashtami". I had ventured out to run some errands with my daughter in toe. As I wished to reach home before the roads got chock a block with vehicles, onlookers and of course the Govinda gangs! And here was my little one, all lost in absorbing the sights and sounds of the place. As I pulled her, one last time, before giving a stern scornful look, she darted a question at me. Looking at the "Mataki", that was hanged high up at the square, she asked, "To reach a high point, one always needs support, isnt it?"
Needless to say, we then waited for another hour or so to validate the belief of the young mind!
As we stood in the corner, many thoughts flocked my mind. There was a downpour of the grateful feeling... as I recollected the highs of the life, whether professional or personal! Without those helping hands, thinking minds and compassionat…

Its Never Too Late To...

Riddhi was saddened, shaken but at the same time content that the ordeal was over...a long fought battle... one that lasted for eight years to be precise! Her mother in law, a brave yet stubborn soul had fought with a silent killer with steely nerves, never ever bending to the onslaught of the disease. The last passage was peaceful and her mother in law was freed of all the pain and agony that the disease had offered her mercilessly. Sitting on the sofa, Riddhi felt the emptiness in the heart and in the air. 

As if something captivated her, Riddhi got up suddenly. She thought of winding up the belongings of her mother in law before it was too late. Busy hands would not let the brain get over taxed, she thought. Few visits up and down the silent rooms, she decided to start with the bedroom. 

The initial phase of clean up drive was that way easy to handle. There were medicines to return to the pharmacy, the diapers to be donated and bed sheets to be washed. But then came the daunting task…

Freedom Of Transporting

"Pretty woman walking down the street..." went the song on one of the radio stations while I was driving back home. The song invoked the memory of lissome lady Julia Roberts swaying on the road. I was brought back to present by the sight of a decorated Tonga... And then the mind wandered off to another terrain...
I was now driving the car only physically and my memories were driving me to the by gone era of transportation... just few decades back the things seemed so different!
Before any other form of transportation, humans traveled on feet. So was the norm in my town where I grew up. Of course the streets were dotted with few rickshaws being peddled by the driver, a bullock cart filled with goods or people, a tonga or two here and there. Possessing and riding the bicycle was such a luxury those days. And when it was the time to visit the grandparents, the only option to reach was by the train! Flying by air, if you ask, were the part of fairy land for me!
Bullock carts were a…

Shimmering Spirit

She loved to dance, to jump and to climb the trees too! 
Country side settings of her upbringing has groomed her free spirited nature & never say no attitude. She was always ready to explore new, more and exciting. Nothing seemed to have stopped her. The scrutinizing eyes, the gloomy looks and the sarcastic remarks never failed to clamp her spirits...
A chance window shopping glued her eyes to the shimmering shoes. 
"They must be of Cinderella", she reflected! They had the same twinkle and shine as she had it in her spirits. "Same pinch", she said!
"One day, I too will wear that", she promised herself. She pushed her wheelchair ahead...eyes brimming with hopes and heart with faith... that one day she will stand tall on her feet!
-------By MocktailMommy Anagha

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Diet Plan For Grey Cells #MondayMusing

It was the time of the year for my Sister In Law's visit. This time around it was going to be special, as she had many days to spare! Actually, we being twin souls, the idea of getting to spend more time sounded so very bright! The D-Day expected her plane had landed on right time and it being the night time, she reached home just before midnight. Ding Dong went the bell. Yeh...she was finally here!!! With the child like enthusiasm, I opened the door. And I got..speechless...not because of the overwhelming joy of meeting her after a year but because...of her ballooned figure!!!

After two three rounds in the market and some shopping "spa" treatments, I warmed up to her and suggested her to see the dietician. She agreed instantly. Thanks to the mirrors in the changing room and many of my trips up and down the aisle to get her next size of the chosen garment! She confessed over the coffee that her thinner self was trapped inside and was crying out for help...

The Best Thing About Our Country!!

The prompt given this time, ideally first made me realize that Independence Day is coming.....why is it so we are patriotic only during those National Festivals around!!!
That Flag hoisting individually by all the societies followed by cultural program and a get together....why is it all so??
How many of you, be true to yourself, see the program of Flag hoisting at Red Fort on T.V....forget of going to Delhi.....and its not about only program ......what do we actually do for our country......other than remembering it on National Festivals is what you called patriotism???


What is the best thing about our country???? is this the prompt ????
TO ME: I LIKE AND LOVE INDIA and the one whom you love, you love everything about it.
If its good Its good because of us.....and if its bad its because of us and we need to correct it.
To make it best-est place to live for us and for our lets take any one tiny initiative to make it best-est we all know its a best place…