#BlogchatterA2Z : A For All About A Ball Point Pen!!!


A Ball Point Pen!!  When was the last time you had bought one? And what does it bring to your mind? For me it reminds me one of my most important life lesson.

It was way back in my childhood. My family was like that of Simran’s family, (Kajol) in DDLJ. Father was the ultimate BOSS of the family…. not less than Hitler. And my mother was as usual as most women to such people, a dummy in the family.

Father had a peculiar habit of setting norms for all his children. It was just “His ways” & no other ways. We were well programmed to behave and adhere to rules.   I don’t know why fathers are so strict, often.

Those days, writing with pen in schools used to start from standard three onwards. Till then it was with Pencils. Once we enter 4th Standard, Father had set the rules that one fountain pen (Ink wala) per year will be given to us. We had Ink bottles as much as we need & could ask for extra nibs given to fact that it used to break with every fall.  But no extra pen.

However, I used to be very fond of pens. Collecting them was my passion, and I had already started it. I used to ask for pens whenever there was any occasion for gifting something to children. And I had a great collection too.

I was in fifth standard then.

One evening, I noticed a pack of “Four Ball point Pens” on the Table of my father. He had kept it when he had returned from the office. Probably he had been gifted by someone in his office given his position. The pack was really lovely & enough attractive to hold my attention. In fact, I was having a strong urge to open it. But the thought of the father was curbing my impulse. Nevertheless, no more I could control & finally my urge won over the fear.  I could not prevent myself from opening the pack and having a glimpse of those Ball point pens. They were really striking in terms of colors, Blue, Green, Red and Yellow. Quite fascinating to the core.

I wanted having one of them but the thought of the face of my father with the anger painted on it fade away all my fantasy. I was too meek to ask for one as well…because I was well aware of my father’s nature.

I could not sleep that night for that fantasy. The impulse was too much. So, the next Morning, while my father was still asleep and mother was in the washroom, I slowly got into their room & took out The Blue one from the pack and kept it in my school bag.

The whole day passed. I had taken that Blue Ball Point Pen to school and showed it proudly to my classmates telling them that it was gifted to me by my father. I lied but as a child it was quite normal…isn’t it? I enjoyed all the attentions of my friends & felt very good about my possession.  I was happy and proud as I had that with me.

However, In the evening, my father enquired about the missing one. The bubble of my happiness burst & slither. Everyone at home, my siblings refused to have any idea of it. Even I could not muster enough courage to say about it.

I knew very well how father used to react if anybody touched his things without his permission. And I had taken the pen from the pack, means not only touched but taken it without his permission. I could imagine what my fate would be if I admit about it. So, I felt better not to talk about the truth.

Thank God!!! Father was not that serious or was busy in something more important. So, he ignored it.

I was in bed, but not in peace. An intense feeling of fright had already taken over me. A chill was running down my body with thought of “Consequence” of “being caught”. I don’t know how I was feeling as if father was looking out for his pen particularly in my school bag.

Believe me…that time I was not happy with that Ball Point pen. It was something like that of a monster haunting me throughout the night. The bag looked like a laden monster as well.  I took the school bag and kept it aside my pillow. A mixture of fear and guilt was holding me from inside hounding me terribly. I was really done …felt like throwing out both. I decided that the first thing I would do the next day…I would throw that Ball Point Pen somewhere on my way to school.

The next morning…I woke up with a gentle touch. Still afraid but holding my emotion as much possible as I can. I saw mother was waking me up.

My mother asked,” How was your night? You were quite disturbed.”

I looked at her with a question mark on my face saying “How do you know??”

“Mamun, go and say your father that you have taken the pen.”

I was shocked & surprised. I fumbled “Mmm..mmm..Mum…but…I mean!!!

Come on Sweetheart…I know it’s you. That is why you had a very troubled sleep last night. Isn’t it??

No point in pretending or acting now. Mother had caught me. I surrendered to her with my face down and tears rolling out.

My mother affectionately hugged me and then said….

“See beta, you already felt how it feels to be guilty and afraid in the whole night. Isn’t it hell…? Now if you do not admit and accept it before your father, you will never feel good about it in your entire life. Just Go and Confess”

“Father was not very serious about it. But that is not the point. the point is you need to learn how to confess your mistake.  So, you must. Dishonesty never gives solace. Doing wrong is not wrong, but not admitting and accepting the same definitely is. Remember…when there is No honesty it means…it is all hell, hell and only hell….!!

It is not just about the pen; it is the act that involved you for that pen…that is important. I nodded and got ready to face the inevitable. (Did I have any other option??)
After a while…

I was standing before father. Thankfully my mother helped me confess my guilt before him. Thank God, father was in good mood. To my surprise not only he said it’s okay & take his permission next time, but also, he gave me the whole pack……!!!!

Was it scripted by my both parents…? I still wonder

But anyway…It was such a wonderful day. I felt so relieved. Got my peace of mind back. That was more than the “Possession of Ball Point Pens Pack” now. Got those lovely Ball Point Pens. Moreover, may be for the first time got my first lesson on honesty from my loving mother!!

I don’t remember I have done anything like that after that incident of my life so far……!! Till today…even if sometimes things happen unknowingly…I accept it and do corrections and vow not to repeat it again. Never knew A Ball Point Pen would taught me the first lesson of honesty & Facing the Consequence of my Action!!! 

I have observed in my life that it is the honesty that helps you sail easily through the most difficult part your life. Because if you are honest…you surely have the Guts and that extra edge of courage to face the world!!!

Honesty is not only speaking truth and not touching or accepting things that doesn’t belong to you but it is also the ability to tell the truth to yourself, to accept your mistakes and admit your faults as well.

Without honesty a person cannot find peace and solace in this quite complex world. Honesty is the only thing that makes your life easy and keeps it simple. Definitely Honesty is the Best Policy!!!

Well, one thing I must say, even though nowadays no more I write in pen & paper and keypad has taken the place of pen, I still love pens, still they never stop grabbing my attention. I still love collecting them. 😊

Honesty Makes Life Simple In This Complex World!!!

This is the first post for Alphabet A written for #BlogchatterA2Z Challenge 2021 by Blogchatter

BlogchatterAtoZ: Moments & Miracles!!Happy B’day To My Blog!!

BlogchatterAtoZ is not just a challenge for me but it’s a journey, like a annual vacation that most of us take. I always know that I will be a part of it, no matter what!!

Hey Friends & My Dear Readers!!!

Love you Love You…!!! You Know what my blog www.tinakiduniya.com turned one year today. So, wish it dher sara wishes and blessings!!!

I have a special relation with Blogchatter as I had made this blog live on this day last year just to take part in BlogchatterAtoZ challenge. I won‘t say it’s been a great journey for my blog as there were ups and downs & there are many months when I couldn’t even write a post for it. But its really gives me an intense feeling when I land on it…. it’s my world. “Tina ki Duniya” is not just a website but a place where I speak my mind!!!

Now coming to #BlogchatterAtoZ challenge… I always feel very excited to take part in it. This challenge makes me think and write. I always look forward to it every year. But I agree I never get enough time to prepare for it in advance. This year too, the same.

I will share my life experiences in the coming days for each Alphabet. The “MOMENTS & MIRACLES” that we encounter in life while we sail through it. So this is going to be my theme for BlogchatterAtoZ challenge 2021

Sachh Boluin….

Nothing excites me more that this LIFE…. Sometimes I just wonder, how miraculous it is!! I will share some instances that will really resonate with you as well and may take you that part of your life as well. Some really out of box happenings, at times just unanimated conversations or just some incidents…. The April is going to be full of nostalgia!!

I hope all of you will enjoy reading my posts & I am also looking forward to read your blogs. It’s April now. Unlike many I never enjoy playing April Fool, instead I feel Let’s Make April Cool!!!

Friends…Wherever you are, Plant a Tree…Our Earth Needs Healing!!!

So let’s make April Cooool!!!!!

Luv You all…Keep showering your blessings & wishes on Me & My Blog… www.tinakiduniya.com!!!!


“Life is a magical journey, so travel endlessly to unfold its profound and heart touching beauty.”― Debasish Mridha



Z For Zero Is the Hero!!!

Zero is the Hero….How?? Read On….

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…
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!!!

Isn’t ZERO is a HERO!!!  

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This is My Post for The Alphabet Z  #AToZChallenge 2020 by @blogchatter in the Month of April 2020

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Y for Yudhishtira – Mysterious Character!!

Yudhishtira – Mysterious Character!!

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.

Yudhishitra The Dharmaraj
                                             Yudhishitra the dharmaraj

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!!!!

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This is My Post for The Alphabet Y  #AToZChallenge 2020 by @blogchatter in the Month of April 2020

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X For Xeranthemum Immortelly,The Everlasting Flower!!

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 cheerfulnessimmortalityeternity 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:

THESE, our Earth’s perennial flowers—
The fadeless blooms by Poets sung,
Songs, that from Homer’s Age till ours,
Down the aisles of Time have rung—
In many an emblem do we weave
For passionate Remembrance’ sake;
And howe’er we joy, howe’er we grieve,
Sacred pilgrimages make;
For Loss and Grief, the Asphodels
On our graves we mourning lay;
For Memory, the Immortelles—
Our loved ones live for us always.
Death in Life, Life in Death—how we
This, Love’s Faith, keep reverently.

e’s Faith, keep reverently.

Though I had heard the name of the flower but never knew so many things about it. Especially it’s everlasting beauty…that it neither wilt nor fade when dried up!!! Isn’t it Amazing!!!

This is My Post for The Alphabet X  #AToZChallenge 2020 by @blogchatter in the Month of April 2020

My Theme for the Challenge is @Life…CLICK HERE


V For Virtue of Unity!!

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

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U For Unknown Divinity!!!

Unknown Divinity!!!

Once there were two rocks talking to each other!

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
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Q For a Quirky Friend: Pehchan Koun!!

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.

Some friends are Friends and Some A Quirky Friend…

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This is My Post for The Alphabet Q  #AToZChallenge 2020 by @blogchatter in the Month of April 2020
My Theme for this session is @Life CLICK HERE
L For Letter to My Son on His 16th B-Day!

Letter to My Son on His 16th B-Day!

Dear Pupun,

Happywala Bday!!!

Today is your 16th B-Day. I know you had so many plans which just couldn’t fall in line. There are unpredictable developments which came up and we have to comply with that. But you know what that’s fine…That’s life also. Sometimes it happens that way only to give you a different dimension to look at life.

Happywala Birthday!! Letter to My Son on His 16th B-Day!

It seems as if the moments just went in jiffy. How can it be possible that sixteen years have passed since the first time I held you in my arms? I remember every detail about your birth, and often rerun that day in the silver screen of my mind. I still remember how the nurse handed me a tiny bundle of joy wearing an angelic beam on the face and wrapped up in white.  I just felt like I got the world in my arms. You know what I always wished I could go back and relive it one more time. I swear!!

I always think that I must have done something heavenly good, in this life, last life, whatever they say that I am blessed with a son like you. You have created a love inside of me so fierce, so indestructible, so unrelenting, so unconditional and eternal.

Today you are 16 and I am proud that you are on the right way to grow up as an amazing young man.  The shine on your face and the light on your character always affirm me that probably we have been rightly doing our parenting, at least. I am incredibly proud of you as you never disappointed me to be a nice boy. Honestly, I don’t have any set of high expectations in terms of material achievements from you. I know you have the strength and potency to carve out whatever you want from the nature and I believe everyone is destined to archive whatever destiny has stored for them.

I want you to keep that confidence and poise you have now. It often surprises me how people are drawn to you. How easily you make friends. I can send you to a camp half way across the country, knowing nobody, and you come home with a dozen new best friends. I admire your quiet strength in the way you accept the unfair things that happens to you. You keep moving forward, never letting them drag you down.

Keep on trying new things; Continue to meet new people, never be afraid of exploring the unknown; you never know what door opens if you just put your steps out there, And face the challenges head on, You will make mistakes, but its okay because that’s how you learn lessons and become a better person. I have certainly made my share of them, and still make them today. Those mistakes created the path to the amazing life I have today. Doing mistake is human and accepting it and correcting the same is the process of being a better human.

You know I am not here lecturing you anything on your special day. In fact I always feel you have taught me more that what I have taught you. You taught me that we don’t need a reason to smile and celebrate life. You taught me patience. I learnt from you that screaming at life does help you accomplish anything. Instead be calm and let things pass. You flamed the goodness in me, watered the innocence, purity and childlike composure in me to endure the hard waves t times. You taught me not to sweat the small things and better learn new things instead. You never really care what people think of you. You choose to see the good in people, and stand up for others even when you are standing alone. Trust me because of you my life has become much more gratifying

However I have been a lecturing mom at times just because that’s the way mom are supposed to be. I know you tag me as a #TooSanskari mom but moms by default are too Sanskari, always. I don’t want/expect anything from you in return because you have given me much more.

I pray your life is everything you dreamed it could be. Remember how loved you are. You are my sweet baby, mom’s little hero, dad’s best cool dude…We will all always be here for you – your biggest fans.

I want all of your cherished dreams to come true. I never want you to feel unworthy or undeserving of anything, because you deserve the absolute best that life has to offer.

My only wish is be a good human being because the world has a dearth of such species.

Your story is just beginning. I can’t wait to watch you write it…

Happy B-Day Once again.

Your Mama

With life what I observed that it’s more about how we look at life than the life itself…This poem is dedicated for on your 16th B-Day…

Life is a melody sweetest only when

We live it happily in the laughter lane

Life is a magic, strange one though

We believe in its miracles, every moment & so

Life is curse, when we hurt someone

Never feeling the ache, again & again

Life is tragic, when we allow ourselves to be hurt

Feeling frail & puny, which are simply we are not

Life is an adventure, if we dare to dream

Our destiny dances with glory, in the silver screen



Every day on earth is a Theater Day 

And We are all actors of a DIVINE PLAY

Life is a Drama and We are here to Perform

Finding its Purpose and Act as per its Norm 

Let’s Put on Those Make-ups and Masks

And Resolute To Perform Our Best

Life Is Full Of Typos and Errors

Some May Be Auto Corrected

Some Will Never….

Life is a misadventure, when we fear

Of losing those people whom we adore

Life is an institution, if we love to learn

The wisdom it offers, with its pros and cons

Life is a dream in the fantasy land

With the proverbial genie and its magic wand

Life is love, if we have a tender heart

The best thing on the Universe and on the planet Earth!!!

Trying To Hit Three Point in The Basket – The Sun

This is My Post for The Alphabet L  #AToZChallenge 2020 by @blogchatter in the Month of April 2020




Hello Reader,

Welcome to this post!!

However before you start reading the post, I insist, just has another glance on the above image. It’s a painting.  What do you see in the above picture/painting?  What message the painter might have thought to give through this painting?

Well, you might have your own denotations according to your own decoding/understanding system. Even I had that. In fact, I was wondering, “why the silhouette of a polar bear has a blue sky with dark blue clouds dotted with white stars as a backdrop? A polar bear generally reflects the polar reason that is mostly white. Isn’t it? Then…??

My Son was in 7th STD. There was a drawing and painting competition in his class. All the students had painted wonderful pictures. My son – not an artist for sure but loves paintings and drawings – had collected a few – 5 to 6 –  of them from his friends and brought home and put them on the wall with the help of his dad.

Once they are all on the wall, he asked me which one was good and what message do I read from the above paintings.  With an intent look I tried to judge the paintings. One of them was a sunrise which appealed me most.  So I declared it as best. However my attention was caught by this particular painting which appeared bit peculiar to me. I asked him “Pupun, what’s this painting is about? I didn’t get it”

Quickly he said,” Mamma, here, my friend Manav has been represented as a  polar bear, sad and done, as we have left him in the polar reason. Do you know why? Bahut Masti Karta hai na” and he giggled.

Instantly it brought a smile on my face. I knew how these just-into-teens children do these days to tease their friends. They have a different world altogether, happy and carefree. Isn’t it?

Well, after we had a good laugh session, he stopped and told me “Ohkay, Mazak Kar Raha tha Mamma, now let me tell you what it is?”

I looked at him wearing a question mark on my face.

“It’s the Effect of GLOBAL WARMING in another few years from now, Mamma.” He said as if he is my teacher and I am a naïve student before him. “Can’t you see the polar bear is sad as no one of his friends is alive? They are all dead as all the ice in polar reason has been melted? Only a few flurries of snow like structure remained in the air.”

You know, there will be no more ice in glacier reason in a few years from now if the global warming will keep increasing this rate as of now. Isn’t it? How can a polar bear survive without glacial surfaces? Won’t it get the threat of extinct of its species? That’s why it is sad….did you get it?”

Trust me he appeared to be a little cherubic professor to me….

I looked at him, jaw dropped, amazed. Seriously, the imagination of these kids can really dig a well in the sky too. However, now I felt this painting is best though I am yet to meet the artist… Imagination Has No Boundary, Indeed!!

“Imagination takes you everywhere.” Anonymous….How True!!!

What do you say!!


This is My Post for The Alphabet I  #AToZChallenge 2020 by @blogchatter in the Month of April 2020


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