Trekking Experience - Shivagange

What does people do on a typical Sunday????
Lazy people love to snooze. . .
Normal people love to devote time with their family...
Workaholics- love to spend at office. . .
And Crazy folks…I mean extra ordinary people. . . love to spend on a long arduous journey...
Where do I Fit in the above puzzle!?
Extra ordinary people category!?
Yup, This Sunday was my first, Fun filled, memorable expedition with 14 people of BTC. After my Palamalai(a small hill in Coimbatore) which I went with my NSS gang before 5 years, this was my second trek.
Trekking at summer!?
Yup, as I said, we are crazy people who does different things and hence we opted to trek Shivaganga hills (56kms from Bangalore) which is above 1368m above sea level on a sunny summer Sunday.
We were communicated to be in Majestic at 6.30 PM. Since, the BTC members is otherwise called perfectionist,  we all gathered at 6.45 and boarded the bus to Dobbasapete. We got down at Dobbasapete and had breakfast. A big idly, with spicy chutney. After packing our lunch, we took an auto to reach the foot hillls of Shivaganga. After clicking the snaps in front of the foot hills, we started to trek exactly at 8:49am.

Attractions:

• Olakallu Theertha -

At first, we reached Olakallu Theertha - Shiva temple a holy spring water inside the rock - It is believed that, on putting your hands into the rock, and if you are able to touch the water, your wish will be fulfilled. The entry fees was Rs. 10, since I was a special guest, I did not take the tickets ;).
By the time, I made up mind to visit temple and removed the shoes, the ticket counter guy escaped somewhere, and i dint take the tickets.

• Nandi on the boulder:

Best Part

• Lemon juice- Mixed with Pepper, salt, sugar
• Butter Milk – Mixed with lemon, salt, coriander, chilly, Manago and carrot

Challenges :
The hill is quite steep either with big steps or small cravings. Though the railings are there to hold on, you find it quite challenging to climb.
After Harish repeated dialogue “don’t take break dude” whenever we take breaks, we reached the top of the hills by 11:30am and started descending by 1:10pm reached base by 3:30pm
P.S
And, thanks to Elections, morning while we are on the way to Shivaganga we saw people had been sitting on the top of the buses. We were not exicted to travel the same way.
But While coming, the buses were rush and we just checked out our luck, whether we can board on the top of the bus.
YAHOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
The guy agreed, and we sat on the top of the bus and traveled.  I must say, it was an mixed experience of horse ride, when it was going on humps and scary when crossing the electric wire.

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"Between Shades Of Gray" by Ruta Sepetys Book Review

"Between Shades Of Gray" by Ruta Sepetys

Between Shades of Gray begins when the young Lina’s family together with other Lithuanian families was taken away by the NKVD officials on the order of Joseph Stalin who had recently annexed these tiny nations with Soviet Union. The suspected families of anti-soviet activists, higher ranked officers, professionals and even librarians had been arrested by the NKVDs. These people had been separated by men as a group and women, children and physically unfit people as other group. Then they were loaded in the cattle car and transported to Russia to be sold as slaves or forced to work on the beet and potato fields confiscated from the peasants. Separated from her father, Lina together with her mother and younger brother was sent to the fields and forced to work with other people who were already brought up from the same circumstances. There people were starved and struggled a lot for their daily bread. After few years of struggling in the fields, Lina’s family had been moved to a gruesome frozen work camp to build barracks. The only relief to Lina was her art, she drew the places they were moved, happiness and struggles among the people and the pictures she had seen every day and hoped one day that would be the key to the world to know those hidden history. 

Reading historical novels had always been enjoyable to me until I completed reading the last page of the novel Between Shades of Gray. It was a heart wrenching hidden story of the helpless people of tiny nations Lithuania, Latvia and Estonia who had been forced to give up their nation and had been held against their will. This is a wonderful book which holds the history which had been hidden for several decades from rest of the world. This novel documents the devastating moments of the Lithuanian’s lives and a cruellest face of Soviet regime lead by Joeph Stalin. Narrated by a young Lithuanian girl named Lina who posses an excellent art skills and dreams on her exciting future, the story travels along with the happiest moments of the Lithuanians and their unknown destiny once after they had been trapped to Siberia as slaves and workers to the beet forms. The pitch of the story telling was superb and really makes the reader to involve themselves in to the story. It was impossible to me to get out of the book until I finished reading the last page. It is the perfect outburst of the Lithuanian descendent author, which brings out the hideous things still live in the deepest portion of the Lithuanian’s withered hearts. Meanwhile it is very sad to know this hidden history of the most unfortunate people from these small nations. This book is highly recommended for the ones who love to read the history and historical novels. If one want to know how the human life was worth in the near past history, I suggest to read this book. The human life, relationships, emotions, feelings, rights and destiny everything was considered to be worthless than a hundred gram bread and some times a single cigarette in a frozen fields. No matter where you were in the society or how good were you in financial aspects, everything could be turned upside down in a minute and you would be starving in the streets without money if evil had decided to enter into your life. But how would you know if evil chose you and certainly how would you react when it started to ruin your life.. Do read this wonderful book and refresh your historical knowledge. Final if you liked to read The diary of an young girl by Anne Frank and liked the movie Schindler's list, definitely this book is for you and you would be trapped into the novel.

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Heart Beat Story ~Teaser

Opposite Poles attract.

Will the law of Bio-magnetic force be exceptional for Harini an Arjun?

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SOLDIER FOR WOMEN - Its my dad - My Hero

I would like to write about a man who stood up for a woman with courage and integrity. Its none other than my dad.

Still the craze for boy child in India does not go off.


At least the expectation for a second child (considering the fact first child was female), by default they expect to be "Male Child"

But my dad was different in this case. He was open to accept any child. And was more happy when the second child was also a female child.

When I complained about how hard my Post graduation exams are, you patted on my arm and said "Just attend the exams. No Probs, if you fail too, we have October to take it again,


More than a Father, you have been a wonderful friend always,

He taught me to walk when I could not,

HE taught Success in my life, when I needed

No matter how old i become, I Will be always a Daddy Girl and your knaughty little princess ♥ ♥

Touch of Mist Book Review

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Reena was distraught. It seemed unbelievable that she too had succumbed to this rat race of life. The consequences had been dire: a marriage that had broken even before the profundity of those three magical words, “I Love You” could sink in.

“Touch of Mist” is a glitzy, modern-day love story of two young, sophisticated, IT professionals, Gautham and Reena, who meet by chance, sparks ignite and they fall head over heels in love with each other.

They tie the knot and start a new life. But no sooner do they do that that fights erupt and egos clash. The first casualty is love, which plummets and marriage turns miserable; break-up beckons and the relationship dies.

Aftermath. Does Reena commit suicide or fall in love with another person? Does she reconcile with her first love Gautham?

This story meanders through different emotions that touch the lives of the protagonists such as love, friendship, marriage, heartbreak, grief, anticipation, humour, disgust, joy, fear and ends with a heart-warming credo that “Life is to Live”.

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7 Healthy Foods

1. Nuts

Nuts are a power-packed source of essential vitamins and mono-unsaturated fatty acids. These nutrients are vital to the reconstruction of damaged skin. They aid in the formation of a moist and fluid rich membrane that protects our skin from the natural aging process. With wrinkles at bay, the skin is left extremely radiant and blemish-free. With a variety of nuts like cashews, almonds, walnuts, hazelnuts and pecan nuts to choose from, healthy skin will now be a crunch away.

2. Berries

If anything can provide the natural goodness of nutrients, packed in a deliciously sweet chamber of nectarine juices, it has to be berries. They are excellent dietary sources of vitamin A, C, and E and are packed to the core with essential antioxidants, to keep our skin glowing. An adequate intake releases the dietary antioxidants in the body to keep the blood free of impurities and increase nutrient absorption for comparatively stronger immunity. Apples, Pears, Apricots, blueberries, strawberries, green and black grapes are natural pills for agelessness

3. Green Leafy Vegetables

Not only are they a powerhouse of nutrients like Vitamins C, E and B12, but also contain healthy quantities of antioxidants and immunity-boosting compounds. These nutrients aid in the speedy repair of the natural process of wear and tear, remove the free radicals from the system and keep the blood clean. Including a healthy intake of spinach, broccoli, beans, roots and tubers will aid in reversing the lashes of time.

4. Fish

The essential oils contained in fishes help in maintaining and renewing the elasticity of skin. Fishes are extremely rich sources of Omega-3. A regular intake of fish will replenish the protein required to maintain healthy hair and skin. Taking cod and halibut liver oil supplements will be a good alternative to fish intake, as well.

5. Whole Wheat

Not only are they excellent sources of dietary fibre, but are also storehouses of proteins, minerals and vitamins. These nutrients are primarily responsible for maintaining blood pressure and heart health, thereby resulting in good skin at the end of the day.

6. Green Tea

Green tea is nature’s elixir to immortality. With powerful antioxidant content, it can reverse the effect of wrinkles, just like magic. Drinking two cups of green tea daily will result in a powerful immune system, improved blood circulation and glowing skin.

7. Water

Since 70% of our body is made of water, it will be useless to harp on its importance. Nevertheless, an optimum intake of water will not only sustain physical functions but will also facilitate in keeping the follicular and cellular membranes moist and supple. Without water, our cellular structure will die and will result in dull, scaly and flaky skin. Drinking at least 8 glasses of water a day will keep age at bay.

I wish I could be like . . .

 Here, we go, the post for the last prompt of the wish list Wednesday. . .

Everything in this world, is an inspiration of some or the other thing.
Taj Mahal -  to be the inspiration for Shah Jahan's to illustrate his love story
The hairstyle we change, to match with Cricket player :)
The action we imitate by seeing a Ranjikanth movie.
Everything is an inspiration.

My inspiration or I wish I could be like my

My Mom - Mom are always special. She is our first teacher. Waiting for us without having a dinner. waking me with a hot cup of tea. Playing with her grand child, sacrificing anything for their child. She did it all with grace. She is a lovely person and a lovely mother to have. I am today only because of her. She is cool and loverly.
There is no doubt, she is the only person who loves us the most without expecting anything in return. I wish when I am a mom, I wanted to be like her.
  
Dad - He is always my hero :)

When I was born, he held my tiny fingers to teach the alphabet. When I am 6 years old, he sung the rhymes along with me. When I am 10, he used to ask me the formulas for (A+B)2 while dropping in school. When I was 18, he just caressed my head and wished "All the best for my graduation"
Rather than saying, he was a perfect dad, I was inspired by the way he was a "PERFECT DAD" at different stages.

I don't believe in another birth, but in case, if it is true, I wanted to be a "dad" for him and my dad to be "my daughter". I am not sure whether I can perform the duties in a perfect way as he did, but at least I will give my best.


My Sister Ramya - Hmm, without her, my childhood might not been colorful. People do say, the younger child are lucky, because they have two mother. The second one is the sister. Its was very true in my case. Right from getting me up ready for school, feeding food, advising at right time. I wish at-least one day, I wanted to be her Elder sister and perfrom her role


Puppy - who licks me everyday to wake me up even before my alarm clock as a sign of "Good morning wish". I would like to cultivate the value of gratitude from my dog

Sanju Kutty( 5 year old) - Who gave half of his chocolate and a kiss on my cheek. Does the love and kiss of a child gives so much happiness and exicetment? If so, I would like to be that kid.

Auto Driver - The auto driver who was so geniue and got my salute for being not demanding extra meter fare, Night fare, return fare.. bla bla (At least blore ppl should be aware of this one)

Farmer - Because of you, we are taste food. Without you, there is no world.

Instead of being just one person, I would like to learn or be like that person who teaches me a good thing.good activity in some or the other way

Longing: The Desire to Hold His Hand

"One Bangalore," I blurted out, offering the money to the bus conductor.

"Right now, you are in Bangalore," the conductor muttered, giving me a strange look as he handed the money back.

"Oops, One Erode," I said, feeling embarrassed. The conductor accepted the fare and gave me a thorough once-over.

This was the day I had been eagerly awaiting for the past ten months. My excitement was overpowering, and I couldn't contain myself. I kept checking my watch every minute.

"What time will we reach Erode?" I asked the conductor for the 25th time, testing his patience.

"The arrival time doesn't change just because you keep asking," he replied, slightly annoyed. I grinned at the conductor and began daydreaming about the person I was going to meet during this five-hour journey.

After ten months of anticipation, I was finally going to see him. I had no idea what he looked like.

"Is he thin or fat? Fair or dark? Does he have curly or straight hair?" I pondered, clueless. We had spoken many times, but his responses were always evasive.

"How should I start? Should I greet him with a smile? Or should I go straight for a conversation and offer him a kiss on the forehead?" I rehearsed various scenarios in my head. But my plans were shattered when I actually met him.

There he was, right before my eyes. But his beauty left me speechless. I couldn't utter a single word. He was so incredibly cute that I had never seen like him in my entire life.

♣♣♣

"Erode, Erode," someone tapped my shoulder, bringing me back to reality. I woke up and realized it had all been a dream. I thanked the conductor and hurried to the hospital.

♣♣♣

The nurse at the reception was dozing off.

"Hello, Ramya and Thangaprakash. Which room are they in?" I asked the nurse.

"Go straight and take a left. It's the third room," she replied, half-asleep.

I dashed towards the room, shouting a quick "Thank you" to the nurse.

"Shhh, Silence Please," the duty nurse warned, pointing to a wallpaper featuring a child with its finger on its lips. I smiled at her and rushed inside the room.

The baby was peacefully sleeping in the cradle, and in my excitement, I accidentally threw my slippers aside.

As I approached the cradle, someone tugged at my hair and pulled me towards the exit. It was my aunt.

"Why? Let me see the baby," I pleaded.

"You're one day late. So, you're not supposed to see the baby," she teased, continuing her leg-pulling games. But my eyes remained fixated on the cradle.

"Please, Auntie. Let me have a look," I implored.

Upon seeing the earnestness on my face, she released her grip on my hair. I tried to make another rush towards the baby, but my mother blocked my way.

"What now? Let me see him. I've been waiting for almost 8 hours," I pleaded.

"First, go wash your hands, legs, and face with soap, and then you can approach the baby," my mom instructed.

I hurriedly rushed to the bathroom, washed my face and hands at lightning speed, and headed back towards the baby, hoping no one would stop me this time.

But my uncle intercepted me, asking, "What's your age?"

"Seriously, now? Please, uncle, let me see him," I begged.

"You're grown up. Can't you wash your hands properly?" he chided, pointing at the soap bubbles still lingering on my hands.

"Go and wash them again," he insisted.

I complied, but instead of heading towards the bathroom, I found myself drawn towards the baby. However, my dad quickly grabbed my hand and firmly guided me towards the bathroom, instructing me to wash my hands.

Reluctantly, I went back to the bathroom and washed my hands again, praying to encounter no more obstacles. When I finally approached the cradle, my sister called out, "Make sure you wipe your hands with a towel. We don't want the baby to feel cold."

Impatient to see him, I couldn't waste a second searching for a towel. I hurried over to my mom, quickly wiped my hands on her saree, and made my way towards the baby.

"Kuttyyyyyy," I whispered with excitement.

The baby responded with a gentle wriggle. Everyone in the room shot me a stern look, silently warning me not to disturb the peace. I approached the cradle and gazed at the baby. He lay there, pink and delicate, soundly asleep with his tiny eyes closed.

I reached out my finger, delicately caressing the palm of his tiny hand. To my surprise, he grasped my finger tightly. My heart skipped a beat. What warmth and tenderness! His hands were softer than lotus petals or butterfly wings.I was filled with a deep sense of love and connection. The wait and anticipation had finally paid off, and I knew that this beautiful baby would forever hold a special place in my heart.

I wished I could touch that tiny, pink, soft hand once again...

Paradesi songs review

This was a guest post by my uncle செ. தங்கபிரகாஷ்.

நண்பர்களே, "பரதேசி" படத்தின் பாடல்களை கேட்டீர்களா? இல்லை என்றால் தயவு செய்து கேட்டகவும். பாடல்கள் அனைத்தும் மிக மிக அருமை. அதுவும் குறிப்பாக "சென்நீர்தானா.....", "செங்காடு..." பாடல்கள் மனதை உருக்கும் வரிகள் மற்றும் இசை. 
1900 களின் ஆரம்ப மற்றும் மத்தியில் தமிழகத்தில் நடந்த இந்த வரலாற்று நிகழ்வுகளை (கரு: "எரியும் பனிக்காடு" நாவல் ) அடிப்படையாக கொண்டு எடுக்கப்பட்டது "பரதேசி" படம் (பட முன்னோட்டத்தில் இருந்து அறிந்துகொண்டது). அன்று,சொந்த ஊரை விட்டு வேறு ஊருக்கு பிழைக்க போவது எனபது ஒன்றும் சாதாரண விசயம் அல்ல.

 இன்று படித்தவர்கள் நாடு விட்டு நாடு போவது போல் அல்ல அதில் உள்ள விசயங்கள். அன்றைய படிக்காத மக்களுக்கு தனது பிறந்த ஊரும், தான் சிறு வயதில் விளையாண்ட தெருவும், காடுகளும், கள்ளி செடிகளும், ஆற்றங்கரைகளும் அவர்களின் எழுதப்படாத சொத்தாக மனதில் தேங்கி நிற்பவை. சிறிதோ பெரிதோ, துன்பமென்றால் எந்த சொந்தம் ஆறுதல் சொன்னாலும் இளகாத மனது இந்த இடங்களில் சென்று இளைப்பாறும் போது வருமே ஒரு தாலாட்டும் உணர்வு.. ஒரு இனம் புரியாத நிம்மதி... அதில் உள்ளது பிறந்த ஊரின் பெருமை.. வளர்ந்த இடத்தின் மகிமை...
1940 களில் வறுமை தொற்றிப்போன கிராமங்களில் வாழ்ந்த வெறுமையை வாழ்க்கையாக கொண்ட பாவப்பட்ட மக்கள், சொந்த மண்ணில் சாவதை விட வேறு மண்ணில் கூலி செய்தேனும் அரை வயிற்று கஞ்சி சேர்த்து தம் மனைவி மக்களை காப்பாற்றலாம் என்கிற நம்பிக்கையில் கண்காணிகளின் கபட பேச்சுகளை நம்பி கூட்டம் கூட்டமாக மலை பகுதுயில் உள்ள தேயிலை தோட்டங்களில் வேலைக்கு சென்றார்கள். பிடுங்கி தம்மையே தின்னும் வறுமை ஒரு புறம்... "ஆண்டை" என்னும் எழுதப்படாத அதிகார மக்களின் அடிமைகலாக வெட்கம், மானம், ரோசம் ஏன்... மனிதத்தையே காலம் காலமாக அடகு வைக்கும் வாழ்க்கை முறை மறுபக்கம்.. பாவம் தோய்ந்த, ஏழைப்பட்ட மனிதன் மனதை மரமாக்கி துணிந்து முடிவெடுக்கிறான் பரதேசம் போவதென்று.. இது அவன் தன்னை, தன் கனவுகளை அழித்து தனது சந்ததி காத்திட அதன் வாழ்க்கை நிலை உயர்ந்திட எடுத்திட்ட ஒரு உன்னத முடிவு... ஆனால் அவர்கள் வாழ்கை அல்லது அவர் சந்ததியின் வாழ்க்கை மேம்பட்டதா? கண்டிப்பாக இல்லை..... அங்கு அவர்கள் அடிமைகளை விட மிக மோசமாக நடதப்பட்டர்கள். சரியான வசதிகள் இல்லை, முறையான மருத்துவம் இல்லை, சுகாதாரம் சுத்தமாக இல்லை தீர்க்கமாக கூறுவதென்றால் விலங்குகளை விட கேவலமாக நடத்தப்பட்டார்கள் நம் இன தமிழ் மக்கள்.. புறப்பட்டவர் "பலர்", சென்றடைந்தவர் "சிலர்", அதில் வாழ்ந்தவர் "மிக சிலர்" மட்டுமே...அந்த பாவப்பட்ட மனிதர்களின் உணர்வுகளை மிக அழகாக சொல்லி இருக்கிறார்கள் அருமையான இசையில் மிக ஆழமான வரிகளுடன்.
இந்த மக்களின் துயர் பட்ட கிராம வாழ்க்கை மற்றும் இடம் பெயர்ந்த பிறகான வாழ்க்கை முறை அவர் பட்ட இன்னல்கள் பற்றி மேலும் அறிந்திட மருத்துவர் டேனியல் இன் "எரியும் பனிக்காடு" நாவல் படிக்கவும். டேனியல் அவர்கள் இந்த பாவப்பட்ட மனிதர்களின் மருத்துவராக பணியாற்றியவர். அவரின் சொந்த கண்ணால் பார்த்த பதிவுகளே இந்த நாவல் .எனக்கு மிகவும் பிடித்த இந்திய நாவல்கல் வரிசையில் என்றும் முதல் இடத்தில இருப்பது இந்த "எறியும் பனிக்காடு" (Red Tea) நாவல். இந்த நாவலை படியுங்கள் பிறகு ஊட்டி, கொடைக்கானல், வால்பாறை சுற்றுலா செல்லுங்கள்... உங்கள் உள்ளத்தில் ஏற்படும் மாற்றத்தை உணருங்கள். இந்த நாவலை படித்து நான்கு வருடங்களுக்கு மேல் ஆகிறது.. ஆனால் அதன் தாக்கம் இன்றும் நெஞ்சை விட்டு அகலவில்லை..


கவிஞர் வைரமுத்து அவர்களுக்கு நன்றிகள் மிக பல. அற்ப்புதமான வரிகள்.. 
அழ வைக்கும் கருத்துகள்...
நன்றி கவிஞரே..
இந்த அதீத முயர்ச்சிக்காக இயக்குனர் "பாலா" வுக்கு எனது மனமார்ந்த நன்றிகள்.
மனதை உருக்கும் இசை வழங்கிய "G. V. Prakashkumar" க்கும் நன்றிகள்.

வாழ்த்துக்களுடன்,
செ. தங்கபிரகாஷ்

Kumki Review - Ayayayo Aananthamae Song Mindblowing

Kudos to Imman for composing ghee coated tasteful melody "Ayayayo Aananthamae...."

The moment the song played like Gajini Surya I developed anterograde amnesia and entered a new world where Crore of butterflies fluttering around.
We naturally close the eyes and fly high in the air like a bird. You feel like "Noorukodi Vaanavil Maarimaari Seruthae" as soon as the beat of the song and orchestra of strings plays.

What a voice Hariharan!!!

The tremendous impact of your debut song "Unakena Iruppen from Movie Kadhal" stayed with us for quite some time. With this song, you pierced a permanent tattoo.

The song beat, lyrics, music altogether killed me and took me to heaven.

Lyrics of Ayayayo Aananthamae

Ayayayo Aananthamae Nenjukulae Aarambamae

Noorukodi Vaanavil Maarimaari Seruthae

Kaathal Podum Thooralil Thaegam Moozhgi Poguthae

Aeedho Oru Aasai Vava Katha Paesa

Ayayayo Ayyyayayoo Ayyyayayoo



Unnai Muthalmurai Kanda Nodiyinil

Thanikulla Vizhunthaen

Andru Vizhunthavan Innum Ezhumbala

Mella Mella Karainthaen

Karaisera Neeyum Kaiyil Aenthava

Uyir Kaathalodu Naanum Neenthavaa

Kangalil Kandathu Paathi, Varum

Karpanai Thandathu Meethi

Thoduthae Suduthae Manathae

Ayayayo Aananthamae Nenjukulae Aarambamae



Kangal Irupathu Unnai Rasithida

Endru Solla Piranthaen

Kaigal Irupathu Thotu Anaithida

Alli Kolla Thuninthaen

Etharkaga Kaalgal Kaelvi Kaetkiraen

Thunai Saernthupoga Thaethi Paarkiraen

Netriyil Kungum Šøøda

Ilanenjinil Inbamum Køøda

Methuva Varava Tharava



Ayayayø Aananthamae Nenjukulae Aarambamae

Nøørukødi Vaanavil Maarimaari Šeruthae

Kaathal Pødum Thøøralil Thaegam Møøzhgi Pøguthae

Aeedhø Oru Aasai Vava Katha Paesa Ayayayø

Wish list Wednesday No. 5

"You know Apeksha died in an accident today", said Karthick


“Apeksha?” His apartment friend Adi questioned

“Yup”

“You mean the girl, who fought with the Auto rickshaw day before Yesterday?” Adi confirmed

“Yes, the same girl”

“How? When?”

(The conversation goes on....)

Apeksha's soul heard the conversation from heaven. She cried a lot for people remembering her identity with a tag “the girl, who fought with the Auto rickshaw". She does not like the negative image tattooed on her personality.

Apeksha wanted Adi or society to address her something like "who keeps smiling all the time. Apeksha who manages the entire situation with a friendly and polite way?”.

She yelled at god to give her one more chance, So that she can convert that negative image to a positive one. But that another chance is like a “Rajinikanth giving a flop movie” which never happens at all.

Not only Apeksha, everybody loves to identity us with a fragrance of positive words. Apeksha don’t have that chance. But we have. Apeksha ‘s story paved a eye-opner for me.

What I expect people, my friends, my family to talk about my Eulogy?

If I had one more chance,

1. I will reply calmly to my mother rather than shouting, when she says dont go out at odd hours.
2. Explain the necesserity of buying costly phone to my dad rather than saying "You dont know anything".
3. Will remember my friends birthday and surprise them with pleasent surprise

PS This post is in response to preeti shenoy Wish list Wednesday No. 5