One day, a teacher organized a meeting of numbers. Other than zero, all the numbers came to attend the meeting. Zero was missing.
The teacher asked all the numbers, “Where is Zero?”
“No idea Sir, Seems he is hiding somewhere may be in an unknown place” The other numbers replied in chorus.
“Where is Zero? Go and find him out? And get him to this assembly right away” The teacher said them with authority.
“Okay Sir” The numbers said and dispersed to find out Zero. They looked for him everywhere. At last, after a long search, they found him hiding himself behind a wall. They caught hold of him and brought him before the teacher.
The Teacher called Zero to him and said, “Why were you hiding? Why were you afraid of attending the meeting of numbers?”
Zero began crying and said in a broken voice, “Sir, I am Zero. According to people, I have no value and everyone teases me. No one cares for me or respects me. This upsets and hurts me a lot. That is the reason why I was not interested to be present at this convention. I put myself out of sight and hid at the back a wall so that no one could find me out.”
The teacher thought for a while and called the number ONE (1) and asked him to stand in front of him. Looking at Zero, the teacher asked, “Tell me, Zero, what is the value of this number?”
“One,” replied ZERO.
The teacher then asked Zero to stand to the right of ONE. Looking at the other numbers, he asked them, “What is the value of this number?”
“Ten,” replied all the numbers in unison.
The Teacher then asked all the Zeros to stand to the right of ONE, one after the other. Every time a Zero was added to the right of ONE, the teacher would ask the other numbers the value of ONE. As the number of Zeros increased, the value of ONE also increased, that is to a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand, and so on.
The teacher said considerately looking at Zero, “See, when you are added to the right of ONE, one after the other, the value of ONE increased tenfold each time. Any number by itself has very little value. Its worth increases only when another number is put next to it. You think that all by yourself you have very little value. But when you come along with some other number, you increase not only your own value but also that of the other number. Didn’t I just demonstrate that to you?”
Zero understood the point made by the teacher. He was glad that the opinion of the people that Zero has no worth was baseless and incorrect. So also the other numbers realized the value of Zero. They all became friends and no one ever treat Zero worthless from that day. Instead They called him HERO.
The moral of the story is no one is valueless or insignificant in this world. We ourselves have strength and substance no doubt but when we unite with others, we augment not only our own value and strength but also that of the others. Unity has a power!!!
We all know that Zero is digit a number, and the numerical digit used to represent that number in numerals. It fulfills a central role in mathematics as the additive identity of the integers, real numbers, and many other algebraic structures. As a digit, 0 is used as a placeholder in place value systems.
Biblically, 0 is a firm number since it represents God and His divine nature. It also symbolizes the relationship between God and all creatures of the earth. The infinite nature of God is well articulated with the shape of number 0. It also represents potential that is inbuilt in all creations of God.
Zero is regarded as a virtuous number. Angel Number 0 is also considered to be a sign of “nothingness.” It symbolizes the start of a new phase in life….A Beginning of Spiritual Life!!!
ZERO is a number, very powerful because when it is multiplied with any number, no matter how big it is it reduces that number to ZERO in a fraction of second. While all other number when multiplied either increase the value or keep it as it is but Zero just reduces the number to itself.
So, Never messed up with ZERO, because if it is happy and stands on your right , you Become HERO but if it is angry and multiplied then no matter What value you posses, You just Reduce to a ZERO.
ZERO THE HERO!!
Zero the Hero…
He’s SOOO Cool!
Zero the Hero…
He comes to school!!
Zero the Hero…
He takes his place…
So NOOO other number can take his space!!!
Yudhistira or Dharmaraj Yudhistira has always been a mysterious character for me ever since I learnt about Mahabharata – The Epic. I had watched Mahabharata in Doordarshan in my grown up years. That time, I hardly understood anything about the story, characters etc other than loving the visuals. My real encounter with Mahabharata Story was in my teens. When I read the Book Jajnaseni– written By Dr.Prativa Roy the first women recipient of Moorthydevi Awards, first time.
Jajnaseni – is the story of the Mahabharata retold in the first person perspective of Draupadi alias Jajnaseni. She was born from a hawan kund directly with a youthful body surpassing infancy and growing up years. It’s really a really thought-provoking book. Draupadi had questioned all the circumstances that were put forth by life in the entire book. This spin is what makes the book captivating as contrasting to the original narrative. The book is also an autobiographical tale of Queen Draupadi.
First impression lasts long, After Reading that book I could never like the character of Yudhishtira; there were legitimate questions asked by Draupdi about his character and conduct.
My father used to tell stories from epics and scriptures. Most of the valuable lessons I learnt that led to put the foundation of many good characters in me were from his stories only. Once while discussing the righteousness my father gave the example of Yudhishtira. With a denial I argued with him that I didn’t understand the character of Yudhishtira. And what makes him so virtuous. What was so moral about him??
Then my father narrated this story.
After making Pandavas to exile to forest leaving everything deceitfully defeating them in a Game Of Dice- Pasha Khela- Once Duryodhana and his army men reached Kamyak forest to have a glimpse of cursed and doomed, ill-omened life and hardships of Pandavas by themselves. They halted and settled in a place in the forest. There was a lake in close proximity. That day, that moment, a group of Gandharvas – Celestial musicians from heaven – and their consorts were taking bath in the lake. Chitrasen was their leader. Duryodhana, a habitual offender and his men started misbehaving with them and passed lewd comments and rude jibes on the false euphoria of having many army personnel with him. But the Gandharvas used their divine powers to render Duryodhana and his army weak and powerless. Duryodhana was overpowered and was intensely embarrassed and ashamed of his pitiable defeat.
Chitrasen wanted to teach Duryodhana a lesson. So he arrested Duryodhana and fastened him. He was about to beat him up when Pandavas happened to pass by that side. Seeing the pathetic condition of his brother, Yudhisthira advised Arjuna and Bhima to free Duryodhana who was in the clutches of the Gandharvas. Both the brothers remonstrated that Yudhisthira should be more realistic, sensible and practical and use his common sense; how and why could they help the tormentor of Draupadi?
But Yudhisthira placated them and said, “Our differences should not come in the path of our obligation and duty to protect our brothers in difficulty.” Then Pandavas defeated Gandharvas and Duryodhana was set free. He ran away ashamed of himself.
The story itself was quite depicting the soft – righteous or peculiar – nature of Yudhisthira. He was a calm and cool person. Though, I had many reasonable questions on his character and conduct, but I had to agree on one thing, Undoubtedly he was a person who had the ability to follow “What is right” in almost all circumstances of Life no matter what. Probably that’s what makes him Dharmaraj – The king of Righteousness!
Yudhishtira – In the Hindu epic Mahabharata,Yudhishthira was the eldest son of King Pandu and Queen Kunti and the king of Indraprastha and later of Hastinapura (Kuru). By the description of Vyasa and Krishna, the king was fair and lotus-eyed, with a long and stout nose, tall and strong but humble like any other citizen. He was the leader of the successful Pandava side in the Kurukshetra War. At the end of the epic, he only ascended to heaven in human form after having the glimpse of hell for a while for his “White Lie” in the battle field of Kurukhsetra, in Mahabharata. He was also blessed with the spiritual vision of second sight by a celestial Rishi as a boon. There are many testaments in the epic to the many good virtues of this, the simple, truthful, kind, adaptable, and patient king.
However, I still feel there are many other facets of him which is debatable and questioning his Righteousness and I have a wish to explore this Mysterious Character in the form a Book –One Day!!!!
Xeranthemum Immortelly,The Everlasting Flower!! The Flower That retain it’s beauty even after it is faded and dried.
X – As an alphabet – has always been a problematic, in fact most difficult letter in our childhood. Especially when we did play word game or more precisely Atlas. I remembered in my growing up days we often played the game ATLAS that not only included the names of places but included ALL WORDS. It was quite difficult to find words in the alphabet X. And if you want to win the game the trick was, put the opponent with words ending with X…like fix, six, complex. Even oxford dictionary wasn’t of much help.
Well….today I was too occupied with my daily chore. Manning of kitchen and household chores kept . I wasn’t sure what to write on X. May be for the first time, in the entire month of this #BlogchatterA2Z blogging challenge I Google to find out something to write on this alphabet.
So I typed “Words on X” and it took me to few new word discovery, Flowers like Xeranthemum. Well I had heard about it’s name. But not much about it.
The name “Xeranthemum” is derived from the Greek words “xeros” (“dry”) and “anthemon” (“flower”).
Xeranthemum is a popular immortelle flower means Everlasting flower. It has an elongated history in its role in aesthetic and material culture from the period of 1780–1930 in England and the United States. The flower often used and referred to in funerary and literary productions as a symbol of longevity, resurrection, and, of course, immortality – as its name suggests.
Xeranthemum is a group of plants in the sunflower family. The plant is native to eastern Europe, Southern Europe and western Asia, and is an endangered plant in some countries.
It has silvery flower heads with purplish tubular flowers. These are basically purple flowers. People grow it in their gardens in Mediterranean and south western Asia. They even cultivate this in many other places. The members of this genus are known for their silvery foliage and colorful, daisy-like, papery flowers. They have alternate, undivided leaves and compact heads of small florets on long stalks.
Being a symbol of cheerfulness, immortality, eternity and everlasting love, Xeranthemum Immortelly,The Everlasting Flower is a symbol of eternity and immortality. Everlasting flowers are flowers that retain their form, shape and color when dried, offering their beauty beyond the experience of one growing season, after the other flowers have faded and died.In short, they never appeared, wilted
Their petals, which neither fade nor wilt, make them particularly suitable for dried floral arrangements, and they remain popular choices for fall and winter ornamentation in England, France, and the United States today.
People use these flowers in dry bouquets, flower arrangements, crafts and decorations.
The cosmetic industries use this flower for anti-aging beauty products as well as essential oils.
The immortelle flowers decorated chapels during the Easter season, evoking the Resurrection of Jesus—a connection that stretched beyond the walls of the church to inside the covers of various consolatory and poetic texts.
They were also often favored to make up the funeral wreathes laid at the tomb of a departed loved one; or they were placed under glass domes left either at the gravesite or in the mourner’s home.
It’s not just a beautiful flower but also a symbol of everlasting beauty immortality
Poet Laura G. Collins’s poem “Immortelles and Asphodels (Everlastings)” (1898) provides a succinct summary for how everlastings were used as memorial objects:
No, No, It’s not any kind of Campaign or so though it sounds like one. Actually it’s something I stumbled upon recently. That day, I was travelling by a shared auto to Vashi railway station. I was seated in between a healthy lady and a medium-built man probably in his late 50s. Since I was nearly sandwiched by my two seemingly from “Khate-Pite-Khandan” co-passengers, I couldn’t be able to find any place to get my mobile out & hold it on my hand and do random surfing…that I usually do.
However the Man on my right was fully engrossed in his smart phone and he had held it almost before me. And the problem was since his phone was around 6.5 in screen size; everything was quite visible even with a slightest glance. I can even see from the corner of my eyes what’s going on in his phone.
It was difficult for me not-to-look at…though I was trying hard. I know it’s not ethical to snoop into other’s phones but it was almost inevitable. Moreover the man too seemed really careless. I won’t say he didn’t notice what I was going through. He didn’t try to move his phone away from my eye sight too. It seemed he was busy in chatting with one the groups on WhatsApp as Frequent messages were coming in that group that time. And that’s why it caught my eye. It was a WHATSAPP GROUP in his mobile…. WE HATE COMBS.
I could not stop laughing as then only I noticed that he was HALF BALD. Needless to say, He noticed my laughter yet he didn’t take his phone away from my sight. Anyway I had to control my laughter. At some distance, the lady on my left got off the auto. Now, only two of us remain there. As per his reactions so far – though it was just couple of minutes – He seemed to be a friendly person. Still with little apprehension in me I thought to take the adventure to ask him about it knowing very well that it could turn into a misadventure.
I dared to say “Never thought of such a WA group could be there.”
He smiled. And then explained how one of his colleagues made that group and all the bald, semi bald and partially bald persons they came across was added to it day by day. At present around 115 members are already there in that group. And the classic thing about that group is, when a member does something worth leg pulling….other members share pictures of COMBS to pull his leg. Means images of COMB is literally use as a LEG PULLING weapon. It was really an interesting encounter. Our Destination came. While parting I asked him, “Did you feel bad as you are losing hairs and now become a member of this group?”
He smiled and said, “Initially I had felt bad but now I am okay. Since last two years only I started losing hairs.”
“Have you watched Bala?” I asked knowing well that he wouldn’t mind.
“Yes” He said with a leer on his face, “Of course with my Bala friends?”
One last thing I wanted to ask as we headed quickly to Vashi Railways station. “But this is unfair… Why Hate combs?? I don’t thing Comb has any role in making anyone bald. Isn’t it?? Aap ka takla hone mein bechare Kangi ka kyaaa dosh??”
He had a hearty laugh and then said, “Yes, You have a point.”
Bollywood has tossed out many films that have ventured beyond the borders of good looks and talked about real people with much-visible scars, but rarely has a film seen a leading man bearing a bald head in all its glory. Ayushmann Khurrana broke those shackles too with Bala. Being Bald is often seen as a flaw with a person and probably one of many reasons for which they face rejections. Our society is obsessed with prejudiced concept of beauty of a person sidelining the beauty of hearts and characters of human beings. Hairs or no hairs, it’s the demeanor and disposition that defines a person and his competency…isn’t it?
Well, eyes are the predominant judges at first sight..I agree. But we have inner eyes too…right? We should realize this and most importantly the person who is bald or with any other visual flaw (?) – That’s has a strong public notion – has to see his/her own beauty in the mirror first..Right. What might have taken to the members of We hate Combs groups to form such group at first place?May be to deal with the rejections or at least the insensitive judgments done to them. Acceptance…?? Probably…
We Hate Combs…
Seriously!! It was such an amazing experience!!!
Everyone has something really interesting in their lives and that’s the beauty of it…Isn’t It?? What say…!!!!
This is My Post for The Alphabet V #AToZChallenge 2020 by @blogchatter in the Month of April 2020
Virtue of Unity is staying together with diversity!!!
One day in the Land of Fairy Tales, a huge storm broke out. It rained and rained and rained. When the rain stopped and the Sun came out, a marvelous rainbow made up of seven different colors filled the sky. The colors were VIBGYOR – Violet, Indigo, Blue, Green, Yellow, Orange, and Red.
“I am the most important color,” said Red. “I color the beautiful flowers, the sweetest fruits, and the tastiest vegetables.”
“No way,” Orange responded. “I am the color that is the most important. Everyone knows the juiciest fruits are my color.”
“Who cares about fruits?” snorted Yellow. “I am the most important color. I am the color of the Sun!”
Green made a long face. and then said
“I am the most important,” Green insisted. “I am the color of all the plants on Earth!”
“Big deal,” boomed Blue. “I am the color of the sky and the sea. That’s way more important!”
“Oh yeah?” Indigo protested. “Without me, you wouldn’t see the stars at night. Now that’s important!”
“I’ll tell you who’s the most important- me!” Violet shrieked. “I hold up the rest of you!”
The colors argued and argued.
Suddenly, Red split away from the group. “I’m leaving,” Red shouted. “I’m better of without all of you!”
And then all the colors left and there was nothing remaining of the rainbow. And the sky was empty.
But soon Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo and violet realized that being alone wasn’t any fun. There was no one to talk to. There was no one to laugh with.
Then, one day, all the colors ran into each other. Red said, “I’m sorry I said I was the most important. We’re all important.”
Then it held out its hand to Orange. Orange grabbed it and smile.
Then he reached out his hand to Yellow, who reached out to Green, who reached out to Blue, who reached out to Indigo. As if by magic, a beautiful rainbow formed in the sky.
At last all seven colors of the rainbow were shining again in peace and harmony.
“I must say, we look great when we all work together,” said Red.
And this time no one disagreed.
This story I have taken from the book ‘The Quest For Paradise,’ by Geronimo Stilton.
Everyone loves the Rainbow that forms after the rain. Rainbow is a natural phenomenon that creates a magical effect on the environment. Also, the rainbow colors are soothing and each color has its own meaning.
However, it’s not just about the VIBGYORs in Rainbows and their importance, it’s about the UNITY. What the Rainbow teaches us, there is a virtue in unity. Everyone is important. Individually we are all colors having our own worth and significance. But together we are just like a beautiful arc of colors like a RAINBOW.
Now since we are all facing a global pandemic and under Lock-down, SOCIAL DISTANCING and ISOLATION are the trending acts of the day so don’t catch up together for few days. But let’s stay together in Heart and Substance, and hope for a better future where our rainbows can shine again. Staying Home and adhering to the norms of present day together is the Unity. This Virtue of Unity will help us get back our days. Virtue of Unity is the key.
Diversity: The art of thinking independently together!!
This is My Post for The Alphabet V #AToZChallenge 2020 by @blogchatter in the Month of April 2020
Rock 1 to Rock 2: It’s really going out of my control. No more can I handle it. Its face was sad and gloomy
Rock 2 (smilingly): Why? What happened?
Rock 1: You’re a rock and so I am. We both are here lying beside each other. Why then people come to you, worship you, garland you and offer so many things to you and not me? They stand in long queues to have a “small sight” of you while all the way ignoring me even if I’m just beside you as I am not existed. It’s unfair…isn’t it?
Rock 2 smiled and said: you know I’m a Rock just like you but what you don’t knows is the pain I have gone through those days, when the stone sculptor was carving the “Shape of the deity” out of me. The unbearable ache it made me suffer through while the sculptor used hammers and chisels on me for carving out the extra stone, to give me a form, shape of a God.
For The people you see around me, you are just a Rock to them while I have become their God. I knew I was a Rock but what I didn’t know was “Divinity” was hidden in me.
You know you’re a stone but what you don’t know is “something divine” is in you as well. And you will never know unless you are chosen by a Stone sculptor to get that divinity out from within you. Rock 1 smiled with a glow in its face!!!
Like the above rocks even we humans too feel the same at times…isn’t it? Also we humans often grumble when we go through ugly, painful or heartbreaking moments in life often asking “Why Me?” We must realize that we are chosen by God as the sculptor to carve out the Hidden Divinity within us. Pain is an Alchemy that converts Rocks into Gods. In Human Life also,
It renovates us from within, brings out the finer aspects of life by enlightening the hidden wisdom in us…
Every ugly caterpillar is destined to be a beautiful Butterfly. The same way every ugly moments in our life are like that ugly caterpillar – destined to be beautiful moments, bringing out the hidden beauty in us.
Life isn’t measured what you know, it is measured by what you’re willing to explore “What You Don’t Know, precisely of the Unknown!
There are people whom we adore today had gone through insufferable pain once…#fact. Like every rock can be a God if it’s given a shape, every human has a DIVINITY within himself/herself. The thing is we are not aware of that UNKNOWN DIVINITY and we would always remain unaware if we are not chosen by the God, to use his Hammer and Chisel to carve out the divinity unknown to us.
This is My Post for The Alphabet S #AToZChallenge 2020 by @blogchatter in the Month of April 2020
In continuation of my travel dairy,K For Kanvashram in Uttarakhand – A Mystic Encounter!! like I’ve mentioned, I have spent my childhood in a small town called Kotdwar enveloped by nature in the state of Uttrakhand. Kotdwar city is in Pauri district of Uttarakhand and situated in the foothill of Himalayas .The town was encircled by small mountain range from two sides and the southern side is open towards plain land the entry point for the hilly region and northern boundary touches the Rajaji national park. Our house was in the midst of Mango orchard with a beautiful lush green garden in front of the house. Nowadays a caretaker manages the house as I and my siblings are living in different parts of the country. At present, my family and I reside at Mumbai and visit our hometown once in two years or for any family gathering. I want to share the travel story of our visit to the holy shrine of Badrinath via my parental village through this blog.
It was my niece’s wedding, which was being solemnized at my sister’s place in our hometown. So, after a short visit to our home we stayed at my sister’s place.
After the marriage ceremony, it is customary to take the blessing of Lord Hanuman; we visited the temple of our town SIDDABALI MANDIR – Dedicated to Lord Hanuman – with the newly wedded couple. All the functions & ceremonies were over by that time.
Our plan was to visit our Kul Devi and parental town in Pauri Garhwal to take blessings of Kul Devi as my son was about to leave for the US for higher studies in two months’ time and also because my grown-up children had not visited our parental town so far in Pauri Garhwal. After that, our plan was to proceed onward to visit Badrinath temple at Joshimath. Luckily, my parental town is en-route Badrinath temple, which is one of the Char Dham pilgrimage sites of Uttarakhand.
The widely known Badrinath or Badrinarayan Temple is a Hindu temple dedicated to Lord Vishnu. According to Hindu legend, Vishnu meditated at this place and during his meditation, was unaware of cold weather. Lakshmi, his consort, protected him in the form of the Badri tree. Pleased by the devotion of Lakshmi, Vishnu named the place Badrika Ashram. This is situated in the town of Badrinath in Chamoli district along the banks of Alaknanda River considered as a source stream of the Ganges at an elevation of 3,133 meters and the most visited pilgrimage centers of India.
The journey to my parental town started in the morning around 106 kms from Kotdwar, which has hilly tracks. My younger brother’s family and my nephew were also with us in a separate car. It was a very adventurous journey on a hilly road, where people normally feel uncomfortable but it was going very smooth for all of us. Our first brief halt was on the way before reaching a small town called Satpuli, which is situated on the bank of river NAYAR; a perennial non-glacial river and one of the main tributaries of the Ganges, where we all enjoyed chai. The tea stall owner had served us tea with lot of affection and was asked many questions about our origin. Pahadi people are well known for their hospitality and affection and strongly believe in “Athiti Devo Bhav” in letter and spirit.
We reached Satpuli around noon and had lunch and then got down to River Nayar. The astonishing view was breathtaking as the river was surrounded by hills. It is a lifeline for the people of the valley and provides not only fresh fish but also clean water for drinking & irrigation purposes to the nearby villages.The Nayar River finally joins the Ganga River at Vyas Ghat in Rishikesh.
After nearly one hour of journey, we reached Jwalpa Devi Temple is a famous Shaktipeeth dedicated to Goddess Durga and surrounded by splendid green environment.It is more than 350 steps down from the main road on of the bank of river Nayar. The temple priest performed puja for the entire family and then we proceeded to the bank of the River Nayar. We were completely mesmerized by the view of the Nayar River and its surrounding greenery, it was the month of in May and the water was too cold.
After having our lunch in one of the many stalls on the main road, we proceeded for our onward journey to Pauri town and reached the destination in the evening and stayed at a guest house of Uttarakhand tourism. We planned to visit my native village the next morning. My older cousin brother, who resides at Pauri town was supposed to accompany us to the village next day.
My parental village is approximately 5 kms away from Pauri town, and in order to reach there, one has to walk down a km to reach the village from the main road. Most of the people have now migrated to bigger cities for work & better opportunities. As my writer friend Tina Acharya already mentioned in her blog P for Playground of Paradise My goan Danda dt 18th April 2020 on this platform about the main reasons of migration from village lifestyle to city lifestyle. Now, only a few families reside in the village. The old house of my grandfather was in pathetic condition. Which is inevitable as no one is living there currently because of the reason I mentioned above.
Early next morning, we reached our parental village and offered Puja at our Nanda Devi (Kul Devi) temple which was performed by a temple priest. Nanda Devi temple is very old, so much so that the actual date of construction is not known, but it was reconstructed in 2004.
After performing the Puja, we visited the house of our distant aunt (Chachiji). She had been living there in her beautifully maintained home all alone. At the age of 68 years, apart from doing all her household chores, she has maintained a very gorgeous flower & vegetable garden in front of the house where she grows a variety of vegetables in the nearby land. She also said that some of the vegetables she grew, she even sends them to her sons in Dehradun. They were the delicious kind, by virtue of being grown in a pollution free environment & without fertilizers (organic).
The breath-taking view alone of the beautiful flower garden maintained by our chachi single handedly is worth mentioning. When I asked why she did chose to stay here all alone, when she had the option to stay with her sons at Dehradun….Chachiji’s reply was simple. She said “This land is my Karambhumi and I have worked throughout my life in these fields among the greenery & nature. I am very much content, satisfied & free from the hustle bustle of city life.My sons are staying with their families in Dehradun in a limited space without all this. Of course, they have other modern facilities, which today’s generation aspires for ……But I cannot live without working in my fields & nature where everything is fresh. It gives me a sense of satisfaction and happiness and keeps me hale and hearty.” Needless to say, we were very impressed ———-.
There is little that words can do to describe the happiness & feel good factor that we all experienced with her. The children were also very happy to see how the vegetables are grown in the fields. We all enjoyed the delicious food prepared by Chachiji with the items from her kitchen garden. After taking her blessings, we proceeded back to Pauri town.
In the evening we visited Kyunkaleshwar Mahadev temple an ancient 8th century temple dedicated to Lord shiva.The temple enshrines the idols of Lord shiva,Goddess Parvati,Ganapati,Kartikeya, Lord Rama,Goddess Sita & Lakshmana.
The next morning, we left Pauri town for onward journey to Badrinath temple. We were travelling in two cars and followed the route of Pauri-Rudraprayag-Karnavprayag-Nandprayag-Piplkoti-Joshimath-Badrinath making it around an 8-hour journey. We took a short break at Rudraprayag for breakfast, the beautiful town that lies at the confluence of rivers Alaknanda & Madakini. One very important Shiv dham Kedarnath temple route is from Rudraprayag. After 2 hours of journey we reached Karanprayag, a small town that lies at the confluence of rivers Alaknanda & Pindar river. After a journey of an hour we reached Nandprayag, a thinly populated town at the confluence of rivers Alaknanda & Mandakini Rivers. We had lunch at a small restaurant in the lap of Mother Nature. (Photo source: eUttranchal.com)
After 2 more hours of journey we reached to Joshimath where we stayed for the night, our final destination to reach Badrinath which is only 45 kms from there. Joshimath is located at a height of 6150 feet and it is also a gateway to several Himalayan mountain-climbing expeditions, trekking trails and of course pilgrim centers like Badrinath. It was already dark so we stayed in a hotel as per plan. The weather was quite cold being the month of May. We planned to visit the shrine the next morning and co-incidentally, it was the day of opening of the Kapat (Doors) of the temple for six months.
We settled for the day and then I realized that we needed to check on our drivers as one of them was my brother’s personal driver and the other one was hired. So, I called him but he did not respond. I came out from the hotel in search of my driver but he was nowhere to be seen. I started searching the cars parked in the vicinity of the hotel but couldn’t see it anywhere. It took nearly half an hour for me to locate the car at a distance of a mere 300mts from our hotel, and to my utter surprise, both the drivers were sitting inside the hired car and enjoying drinks with snacks. I told him that I was looking for you and wanted to ensure your comfortable stay and here you are without a care and not even picking up the phone. Suddenly, my brother had also come looking for me and after seeing him his driver immediately stood up in attention, my brother was furious and was about to yell at him right there. I intervened before that and convinced him saying its fine as they too are tired driving whole day and we should just allow them to have their own relaxing time. I also ensured their comfortable stay for the night.
Next day we started early in the morning for the holy shrine of Lord Badrinath and reached there after one and a half hour. There were some devotees in the queue along with us. After spending nearly one hour standing in line we noticed that it wasn’t moving ahead at all. After enquiry we came to know that the chief minister of Uttrakhand & his family were offering puja inside the temple so they stopped the line till he completed.
I felt very annoyed. The VIP culture of India was very unreasonable, which is not at all warranted at least in the places of worship …isn’t it? Many people travelled from far-off distances like us, and he was airlifted directly from Dehradun in a helicopter. Still we are made to wait for hours just because he was performing puja. Not fair! I said the same thing to one of the TV channels covering the whole process being it was the first day of opening the shrine. I am sure that they might have not aired the views of pilgrims.
Well, as they say all’s well that ends well. After waiting patiently hours we finally got to visit the deity, perform puja, and offer our devotion in peace and calm environment. It was divine feeling to be in the vicinity of the temple and it’s surrounding. It was a gratifying feeling in itself.
Once somebody asked Swami Vivekananda, “What do you gain by Prayer?”And the answer given by him was “I gained nothing, In fact I lost Anger, Depression, Jealousy, and Irritation & Insecurity.”
Often it is said that travelling to holy places or pilgrimage makes a person earn virtues (punya) and lose sins (papa). Being a student of science and in a profession as Scientist I never adhered to these notions. But, Yes I feel somewhere the aura and divinity of such places have a direct impact on a deeper layer of our psyche and consciousness. We unwind a lot of unnecessary burdens of human emotions like envy, greed and running after material needs, on us and thereby feeling lightness and buoyancy within us.
Then calling it a day, we went back to our accommodations, after time well spent in the beautiful Mountains of Uttarakhand.Trip to the Badrinath Shrine, Uttrakhand was really a rejuvenating and revivifying.
This story has been written by Mr.Rakesh Nautiyal, a Senior Scientist, GM at ONGC. Recently I came across him and become friends. There are many interesting stories he would tell at times…being a globetrotter. Basically from Uttarakhand, This is an interesting Travelogue To the Holy Shrine The Badrinath Temple… Follow him at Rakesh Nautiyal @pari3105
This is My Post for The Alphabet T #AToZChallenge 2020 by @blogchatter in the Month of April 2020
Scene 1: Its lunch time, Neha went along with her with her colleagues to the Cafeteria of a private Organization.
A colleague asked looking at her as she was holding only her wallet and not the “lunch box”, “hey Neha, where is your lunch bag today? Haven’t you brought it?”
“Nahi yaar…yesterday prepared the presentations till late, so couldn’t wake up in time in the morning?”And then she had her lunch from the canteen
Scene 2 : Its Lunch Time, Rohan was at his desk when his friend Ajay called out
“Hey Rohan, let’s have lunch yaar”
“Han Han…coming, coming” Rohan said while getting out of the desk
Rohan and his colleagues sat together in a table in the canteen and opened up their lunch boxes.
Arre Yaar…main bhul gaya, I have to get something from canteen…”
“Why, haven’t brought dabba, Neha se jhagada hua kya…?” one of them said blinking one eye.
“Abe sale, aisa kuchh nahin hua. Last night she slept late, so couldn’t prepare dabba today as she couldn’t wake up in time in the morning” Rohan said laughingly and went to have something from canteen.
I think, from the scenes above, all of you must have understood what I wanted to say. At least the illustration says it all. Household chores still has a feminine tag attached to it. No matter what heights women achieve in their professional fields, at home they have to do (in most of the cases) cooking, dish washing, laundry etc. We often wonder, why can’t Rohan make dabba for both of them in the morning some days? At least the days when Neha is really unable to do so? Many would agree with me that it’s not in the DNA of Indian households (mostly as there are always scopes for some exceptions) to teach boys household chores. At least when one is married, the lady is supposed to handle both office and home while for boys, often they marry to have someone handle home for them.
Let me tell about another incident…it’s a real one.
Trim Trim….My phone rang.
I saw the name blinking on the LED screen. It was from my Maid. I picked it up holding my breath with apprehensions. Let me confess, I’m really afraid of such untimely calls from my maid as most of the time they’re made to inform me that she would take leave(of course unexpected leaves as they are taken at last moment) which I never liked (obviously). My apprehension was right. She had called me to inform that she had an urgency due to which she wouldn’t come for work that day.
I felt dejected. Well…no option, I had to start doing chores. Cleaning, laundry, dusting, dish washing along with cooking especially when my son had a holiday that day… all the chore were waiting to be done. I started doing things one by one. Perhaps my son noticed me doing the chores while He was watching his favorite TV shows “Doraemon”. May be he realized that “Aunty (He calls my maid Aunty) wasn’t coming that day.
I don’t know what he thought to himself. He went to kitchen and started cleaning dishes. I heard the sounds and rushed to kitchen. I shouted, “What are you doing? Are you crazy? Go and watch TV”
Mama…let me clean the dishes na. You have so much work to do. I can clean dishes. You just see. He pleaded.
After thinking for a moment I let him clean the dishes though I didn’t like that. I knew His little hands were not ready to do any chores. He may break some dishes. And above all…what’s the need? I’m there to do such things…
However He looked very cute cleaning dishes and I couldn’t stop myself taking some pics.
After we finished our lunch…we went to bed. Then he started telling how some of his friends help their mothers doing chores. From Sambhavi, Nilanshi to Sonia didi…he took all those names and what he had seen them doing while at their places. One thing…I realized most of the names were of girls. Hmmm…Girls are normally asked to do such works… #Fact
In the afternoon I talked to my mother and told her about it. She was irritated. What are you doing with him? He is a boy and how could you allow him doing such works meant for girls? Her last words struck me not because they were new to me, I have heard them number of times in my life before but they reminded me my upbringing years when I had been said the same thing numerous times.
Then to see the reactions of others I shared the pictures in my WhatsApp groups. Some friends’ just teased me saying “its child labor” and some said it’s my “Army Rule – a Hitler Type mother”…but some of the responses made me feel really bad. And they came from all corners like friends, elders and relatives.
It was “are you going to make your son a Ghar Jamai or a Joru ka Ghulam?”
So a boy doing household chores to help his mother is an aspiring “Ghar Jamai or Joru ka Ghulam…?”
The immediate response that came to my mind was, “ohh…means a girl has to be taught to do the same so that they remain slaves to their men basically…Right??
But I didn’t say it and just controlled myself to keep that in my mind.
Well…Let’s admit it. We as a society always think that “house hold chores (with overtone of inferiority to it)” are exclusively for women. They are inferior work and women should do them as they are less equals than men. This stereotype thought existed since time immemorial and still has a strong grip in the society no matter how women have proved their strength in every field. Just see the following statistics….it’s giving a clear picture of how our society is obsessed with sticky tag the household chores.
In my upbringing years I have seen how my mother would always teach me that I should learn household chores even if I dream of becoming a career woman. She would always say and so also my neighboring aunts or relatives…
Chahe kitne bhi padhi likhi and servicewali kyouin na ho jaye ladkiyon ko to ghar ka kaam karna hi padega isliye shikhna hi padega….
I had been a dissenter and defiantly reacted when my mother had asked me do some work while sending my brother to play. Sometimes, my mother would end up doing herself but never asked my brother to do the same. And in other times, mom would convince me that it’s a “compulsion” for a girl. It’s mandatory to do household works even if we work. Ladke kapde nahi dhote, bartan nahin manjte, khana nahin banate…it’s just not their works…as if some kind of Universal rule created by God or something celestial happened to make this a notion of the society.
Unfortunately now days also I see many of my friends who are mothers of teenage daughters teaching their girls kitchen etiquette and household works even if it has become obligatory for girls to work and earn…these days. Same thing I still notice in many families even in a metro city like Mumbai or Delhi. That time also “boys doing household chores at home” was considered shameful and against their manliness. Now also same thing is going on.
I don’t have problem girls learning the house hold chores, of course they should but I have a problem with BOYS NOT LEARNING THEM Just because they are boys.
I can understand my mother or her tribes for such educations to their girls as “Division of Labor” from ancient times had been a norm those days. Women were expected to handle house and family while men were to earn and handle the expenditures of the family.
But, time has changed….we are living in altogether a different atmosphere now.
Now day’s good news is many families are bringing up their children – no matter girls or boys – equally unlike before when girls were considered less equals. They are now equally educated, given opportunity and respected in the family. They are now even earning equally or sometime more than their male counterparts. And my son also has such girls as well in his surroundings as his peers. Can I afford thinking in same line for my son? Especially when I see my peers who are having only girls and bringing up them the way I rear my son? Then how can I typecast that “boys don’t do household chores” and they are girlish type of things?
You know what; sadly I have seen some of my friends, cousins and other relatives suffering a lot (even it has gone to an extent of divorce) after marriage because of this prejudice. If I’m a genuine mother and considerate about the well-being of my son in future especially his future family life, then definitely I can’t afford to feed him with the age old prejudiced thoughts and beliefs. Can I say him he is superior just because he is a boy? No way! Because that’s not the reality for him.
At least I think…it’s time for us to change this stereotype in the next generation. I think it has become unavoidable for us to teach our kids especially boys to Share the Load of the household chore when girls have already learnt to share the financial burden in the family.
Now days as I have already mentioned, both Rohans and Nehas (read boys and girls) get equal upbringing in terms of education, care and support from the family. The only difference is, still parents ask their girls to learn to take responsibility of the home, children and household chores while boys aren’t needed to learn. Honestly, if we will not take these established gender stereotypes seriously and work towards breaking them right now, we can’t expect our children to enjoy their family lives. It’s a question of the future of our children, their emotional needs and their legitimate rights to have a blissful family life. It will happen if we teach our kids regarding these stereotypes. It’s not that everyone is like Rohan as people are changing these days. But we need a big part of the society to change, free itself from those outdated established norms.
It’s said that marriages are made in heaven to unite two people, then why should there be “stereotypes” to divide them/couples on Earth?’ The established gender stereotypes are real threat to the “sacred knots” of our society.
The following ways, we can teach the Gen-next about the outdated gender stereotypes in household chores
First, the parents have to wake up if they want their children to be happy in future. They should start teaching their boys to bear the responsibility at home.
Workshops at schools, workplaces should be organized to depict, a family that works together, share the responsibilities, is a family that stays together.
New curriculum should be developed as home skills to instill young minds with the equality in sharing the loads at home.
All those advertisements should be ban that only “glorifies” “Maa ki hath ki safai” or “Maa ki hath ki khanna”. It has a gender stereotype over tune it. New concepts of such advertisements are should be done like “Papa ki hath Baingan ka Bhurta” yeah “Bhaiya ki hath ki Pizza” and as my son prepares, “Best white sauce Pasta By The best Son of The World” along with “Didi ki hath ki cake” and “Maa ki hath ki Laddoo.”
As we are all going through a difficult time and observing lock down, my son does household chores as a responsibility and just helping his mother. Once I said to him you have to do the same in future as well. He said, yes even though we can afford maids or servants but at times it’s a need. I also see many men posting videos and posts of doing household chores on social media. i hope they are really doing it and just showing it off. There are memes and sarcastic posts going on Social Media how wives intimidate their husbands not doing the chores. What does that means. Are men really doing/sharing chores at home at this time when they are free….not having much office work. #JustAsking.
Now a day a real #RealManChallenge is going on where the celebrities are uploading pictures of doing household chores. I don’t know if I should be happy about it or not. Because it’s sad that till now these things were not included in “Real Man Attributes” and hence a need of such activity. But let’s be optimistic and see the brighter side that “At least the acknowledgement of the biases has started” then the dilution of the age old tag is not far behind….I Feel!
I am hopeful that one day Most of the Rohans will prepare Lunch for both for themselves and Nehas.
Share the Load Of Household Chore….
IT’S TIME WE TEACH OUR KIDS…AT HOME ALL ARE HUMANS NOT BOYS OR GIRLS OR MAN AND WOMAN!!!
This is My Post for The Alphabet S #AToZChallenge 2020 by @blogchatter in the Month of April 2020
A Quirky Friend, an unusual one is a friend who can take the risk to make your laugh even in the midst of an acute pain your going through…..
If you have friends who are as weird as you, then you have everything.
That day it was really horrible. It had started mildly two days before. Gradually growing significantly the next day, and then escalating to an unbearable state. I had taken a pain killer. But it was simply intolerable that day. Even painkillers were not working. Perhaps something was really serious. I had taken the doctor’s appointment for the evening.
Let me tell you…those who tell that the most acute pain is the pain happens due to heartbreak, must not have experienced a toothache….especially a root canal one….I swear.
It’s not that I’m having a toothache for the first time. But it was never so serious. It used to cave in after taking some pills or some homemade remedies.
I was trying to deal with pain by laying on the bed when my phone rang. The name that flashed was “PehchanKounShakti”
Let me confess one of my typical habits related to how I save phone numbers. For some numbers I keep giving it a tag depending upon the behaviors, reference, allusion or something like that. For ex, I have a relative whom I know has a habit of gossiping in your back. He would talk nicely with you but in your back he would say something against you to somebody else in the family. There were so many misunderstanding because of him as well. . So I have given a tag to him as “Lagajota Reporter”. (Lagajota is an Odia word that means “bitching”). Some other relative’s number also saved as MentalKejriwal – Who talks mindlessly, WhoisThis – Doesn’t deserve to be a relative, PaneerMasala…etc.
In similar way I have also a habit of giving tags to my friends and save their number that way. So I have Friends called GoogleNiru, WikipediaRachna, MrsFunnyboneBhabi TamatoChutneySuman etc. Some are badly named as well like (PhootaniA, KhadoosBaba, AngryBird, FerrarikaPuncture…etc and I have added few after watching Chhichore movie which I can’t state here and many more…
One of them is “PehchanKounShakti”…
Shakti is really a wonderful friend. We had met for the first time in the initial days of our working life. Since then we are friends. He is actually very witty, spontaneously jocular and would always cheer you up saying something in a very amusing way. Yeah…I had a thought of changing his tag as “KapilSharmaShakti” once because he is bit like that though never crosses lines with friends.
However the reason behind giving him the tag “Pehchan Koun”….. because he used to be bit like Navin Pravakar – The Comedian – of the first season of Comedy Reality Show The Great Indian Comedy Show.
I picked up the phone…
After the initial exchange of hi/hello…he enquired about why wasn’t I active in the group chat on WhatsApp since two days. Like everyone we have a group. However hardly I find time to interact with friends and do that friendly banter. But as a habit I just share a good morning message in the group mostly apart from those occasional wishes for Bdays, anniversaries, and festivals. But since few days I hadn’t even shared anything.
But friends know you best and with slightest change in behavior they start feeling it. No surprise, that all must have felt my absence. That’s why got the phone call ….
I told him about my problem. He quickly gauged it from my voice.
It could be a root canal … I guess. He said with concern.
Hmm…even I feel so. I said
Well u need to take care of your teeth….dear. Use some ayurvedic or medicated tooth paste to prevent your teeth from decay. He said seriously after realizing that I was really in awful pain.
Hmm…right. Let’s see what the Dentist will prescribe…I said with painful voice.
“Hey…I know an ayurvedic guy who recommends very good toothpaste for all-round care of your teeth and gums.” He said caringly. “Why don’t you visit him after your appointment with your Dentist? I’m sure there will be no further problem in future.”
“Is it…? Are you sure? I asked anxiously. Give his details then…I will try to visit.” Though not a mood, having that acute pain, to have such conversations but I had to as I couldn’t ignore him.
“Of Course I’m sure. It’s very scientific.” He said in a convincingly.
“Ohh!! What’s scientific about it? I mean is it something purely medicated?” I asked passively.
“Not Like that! Well…once you start using it na….within a month…I guess…all your teeth would become Mr.India. When there will be no teeth…then how will there be pain?
Na Rahega bansh…Na bajegi Bansuri…ha ha ha”
I cried …”Whatttttt?”
“he, he, he….” From other side.
God! This guy is incorrigible. Initially I had turned red with pain and anger, was really annoyed like anything and felt like punching him in the phone itself. Had he been in front of me that moment, I would have made sure to make him Mr.India…I swear.
That was surely not a time for joke.
“Relax, Ms. Toothache, I know you are looking for something to throw at me. I just wanted to cheer you up, Take care and let me know what the dentist tells after your visit…Ok.” He said caringly.
“Bachgaya tu, varna aaj tujhe Mr.India bananne se mujhe koi nhi rok shakta tha…Tul mil next time…” I was really mad that time.
“Haan, Dekhlenge, phir haal tuu aapna daant ke dard ko Mr.india karne mein focus kar,,,” He said mischievously.
“Chup raho….” And I disconnected the call.
What a disgusting guy…I thought, red in anger and pain and banged the phone on the bed.
In the evening, I visited the doctor and it was confirmed, it’s root canal. Accordingly treatment was done.
However, when it was over, I felt very amused by that act of Shakti. I couldn’t stop laughing as well because…it could only be an odd Friend like Shakti who can take the risk to cheer you up when you’re in acute pain. Isn’t it?
He is definitely a Quirky Friend….a happy type though.
You know what… Friends are real therapist!!!
One of the best thing about my life is I have really been blessed with very good friends. They are like my soul family. Thank you all my friends…you are all treasures of my life.
Hey Shakti…Thank you yaar!! I would have dumped you in Municipality dump yard that day but you know what…har eek friend jaroori hota hai…majboori hai yaar…he he he… 🙂 Shakti indeed you are a A Quirky Friend…
It is the privilege of friendship to talk nonsense, and have her nonsense respected. Said by Charles Lamb.