tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45180331470175491642024-03-27T12:07:57.044+05:30Neath My HeartRanita Sinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13417607648876926648noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518033147017549164.post-18437939789789948632022-06-16T17:03:00.002+05:302022-06-16T17:53:34.928+05:30Time Flies<p>Its been too long since I haven't been posting. But, recently while I was out of town for a couple of months, my daughter started her YOUTUBE channel. Thought of sharing it with you. Hope you all enjoy.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="347" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Te0MbcfZpSQ" width="481" youtube-src-id="Te0MbcfZpSQ"></iframe></div><br /><p><br /></p><p> </p>Ranita Sinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13417607648876926648noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518033147017549164.post-45281925404243355042020-05-01T03:56:00.002+05:302020-05-01T08:01:53.638+05:30Dear Childhood<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Ranita Sinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13417607648876926648noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518033147017549164.post-13293972764233419382019-10-03T14:38:00.000+05:302019-10-03T14:38:44.095+05:30TRAVEL EXCERPT<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Excerpt of tour to Assam and Meghalaya by my daughter, almost two years back. It was her first tour to our native region as a tourist and her happiness knew no bound. She was mesmerised by the beauty of mother nature.</div>
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Rita waited for her husband's return home from work, with his favourite food ready to be served. Her seven years old daughter was asleep while her two years old bubbly daughter was still awake. Rita was cheerful after days because her husband Krishna promised her the other day that he will give up drinking, that too swearing on his daughters.</div>
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Rita was furious and crying unconsolably. Whenever they had a fight, Rita used to threaten to end her life someday, so, thinking it to be a regular thing Krishna did not pay heed to her. But that day, she, in a fit of rage drenched with kerosene and set herself on fire. When the fire caught she did not move nor did she scream. She wanted her husband to see her burn. But he was so much drunk that he did not even noticed what was happening.</div>
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After twenty minutes Krishna awoke hearing the cry of their two years old daughter and found his love of life ablaze. He couldn't believe that Rita actually tried to kill herself. He took her to the nearest hospital but the doctor's seemed helpless before the 90% burned Rita. She succumbed to her injuries just after giving the statement to the police that - nobody was responsible for her burns. She before dying told Krishna that she loved him very much and wanted to lead a peaceful life with him and that she didn't want to kill herself. She just wanted to scare him and teach him a lesson. </div>
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Krishna's life got shattered. His two years old is still in a state of shock and lost her voice. She cannot speak. There was nobody to look after his little daughters. He now drank more. Since there was no one to look after the children, Rita's mother brought Rita's uncle of about 58 years from the village. This uncle is a bachelor and unemployed. So, it was possible for him to come and stay with Krishna and his daughters. </div>
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This is not a fictional story. It really happened to a watchman in our locality. Do not know where our society is heading to. How can a mind be so dirty? How can anybody ever think of doing such an act to a child of seven years. Also, I do not understand what honey does alcohol have. It does no good to anybody. It only ruin houses. But still it seem that the craze for this cursed thing is growing day by day. </div>
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Ranita Sinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13417607648876926648noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518033147017549164.post-79301130629399477282015-08-17T11:03:00.001+05:302015-08-17T11:03:20.778+05:30After a long gap and.....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Its been more than a year I was out of the blogging world and I am once again trying very hard to dare to write something into my blog. I do not know if my blogging friends who used to be kind enough to visit my blog still remember me or not. </div>
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I do not know what kept me away from blogging. I found nothing to write or it would be right to say that I was having a mental block. It is not that after a year I am here and right away I am writing this post. N number of times I tried to write something but hesitated. Today also, I am not sure I shall publish whatever I am writing.</div>
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It was not that I did not have anything to write. The last whole year had a few happy and proud moments which were worth sharing with you all. I am not sure you all will be interested in reading what I am writing because it is just about me. Because I always find it easy to write something which I have experienced. With the hope that you all will support me as you did earlier, I am daring to continue.</div>
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Akanksha, if you all remember, appeared for a national junior merit scholarship for dance <i>(<a href="http://neathmyheart.blogspot.in/2014/06/scholarship-examination.html" target="_blank">Scholarship Examination</a>)</i> last year, was awarded with the same. She is the sole recipient from the state of West Bengal in Manipuri Dance form and will continue to receive the scholarship till the age of twenty. </div>
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The father was also not behind.He was awarded the Pre-Sales Champion for the year 2014(Eastern Region) by Symantec. Also he was one among four employees in his company who was awarded as the best sales person of the year. Four of them were gifted with an iPhone 6 by the Managing Director of the company.</div>
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I do not know what I wrote but this time I am going to publish this because I need to break the silence. Today when I logged in I got scared and found my blog in the verge of extinction. Not a single viewer the whole day and all time viewers count also fell considerably. So, keeping my finger crossed and with the hope that my friends will atleast peep into my blog someday and surprise me, I am publishing this stupid post today.</div>
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Just wanted to share the different moods of my niece Uditi, captured on lens, by Anindya on the day we visited them a few days back. She is a doll whom we have never heard crying. She is a heavenly bliss, whose sight always brings a smile on everyones face.<br />
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Ranita Sinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13417607648876926648noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518033147017549164.post-76540134028412879182014-06-26T10:57:00.001+05:302014-06-27T07:35:49.849+05:30Spam Comments<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="text-align: justify;">From last few days I am receiving so many spam comments on a particular post that it is driving me crazy. My blog does not have too much traffic. But among these less traffic also I am getting on an average ten spam messages per day. It is not that I have not received such messages earlier but of late I am getting too many a day and on the particular post only.</span></div>
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I do not know why my post <a href="http://neathmyheart.blogspot.in/2012/07/heatthy-breakfast.html" target="_blank"><i>A Healthy Breakfast</i></a> is attracting so much traffic and that too all fake. I do not know much about the technicalities of blogging and now I am seriously getting concerned if there is any serious problem with my blog. Most of the spammers are from United States and RUSSIA. </div>
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Is it normal to get such spam messages in blogs? I just feel if these spam readers would have spent a few seconds reading the post genuinely and leave a message, then I would have surely visited their blogs. I do not know what they get doing such bluffs. Are they able to attract any visitors doing such things? I wonder!</div>
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I sometimes feel to block anonymous comments but I have many anonymous friends who genuinely visit my blog and read and comment. If I do so, they will not be able to comment any more. The spam comments give me a feeling of window shoppers visiting a shop with no intension of buying anything, rather messing the shop. Aaargghhhhh!!!!</div>
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A screen shot of only a one forth portion of messages I received during 24th night and 26th June morning :</div>
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Ranita Sinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13417607648876926648noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518033147017549164.post-44249911120282236552014-06-19T03:14:00.000+05:302014-06-26T03:30:06.934+05:30Scholarship Examination<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Today Akanksha appeared for a National level junior dance scholarship examination organised by the Centre for Cultural Resources and Training(CCRT). She was one among three dancers of Manipuri Dance stream but the lone candidate from her dance school. But there were hundreds of students from the Bharat Natyam stream.</div>
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She was under the guidance of Guru Kalavati Devi, Bimbabati Devi, Kunja Singh and Arpita Saha. They amidst their tight schedules managed to regularly train her. Apart of her regular classes Akanksha was provided innumerable extra classes by them. We are really thankful to her school, her dance teachers and the seniors who helped her in every step.</div>
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Her dance teachers Sri Kunja Singh and Arpita Saha who accompanied her to the examination hall said that she has given her best and that they are happy with her performance- both practical and oral. For me the teachers satisfaction was more then anything else. Now, its upto the judges and God. Also want to thank Akankksha for agreeing on taking all the trouble in between her studies to prepare for the same. Though it was always pushing her from behind but I think learning the art was up to her. Willingly or unwillingly she abide by what she was expected of by the teachers and we the parents. </div>
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With Anupama Devi, her senior who was there to put the tilak on Akanksha's forehead and sing for her..<br />
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Half the battle over and waiting for the final result. Do not know what the result will be but it is for sure that facing such national level competition will certainly help otherwise introvert Akanksha to open up and boost her confidence. </div>
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<i>N.B: Since I was busy with Akanksha with her final rehearsals I was not able to visit any of my friends' blogs. Will certainly be regular now onwards.</i></div>
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Ranita Sinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13417607648876926648noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518033147017549164.post-62702018578986772382014-06-15T15:11:00.000+05:302014-06-26T07:50:29.519+05:30Miss U<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>Why I feel so lonely without you..</i></div>
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<i>Why hiding my emotions give so much pain..</i></div>
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<i>Even when I have made up my mind, I will move on without you..</i></div>
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<i>Why you keep lingering on my thoughts..</i></div>
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<i>Its so hard to be without you..</i></div>
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<i>Whom should I go and tell..</i></div>
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<i>I hope you too feel the same..</i></div>
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<i>Who else will know the pain..</i></div>
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<i>Still we have to move on, as we have different priorities to meet..</i></div>
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<i>Silently praying that you be always happy in your world..</i></div>
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Ranita Sinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13417607648876926648noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518033147017549164.post-39622567751762472602014-06-08T05:25:00.001+05:302014-06-08T05:32:27.496+05:30Plight Beyond Hope<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Last Saturday I opened my Facebook and saw a quote uploaded by a fellow Fb friend. It read - <i>"Everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about. Be kind. Always". </i>Every time I read it I like it very much. I always find it so meaningful. </div>
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That day the whole day I was alone as both father and daughter had a lunch invitation at dotty's dance class. They returned home at around 3.30 pm and the Mister went out in a hurry saying that he would explain everything after he returns. He just said that he was taking a nephew of us along with him and that he was going to meet a person he never met before. I was worried when he did not return till 12 midnight. I called him up and found that he was parking the car. When he entered, he looked exhausted and starving. After having his dinner he narrated what he was up to.</div>
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Anindya received a call from one of his friend from Bangladesh when he was in Akanksha's dance class, saying that a man from Bangladesh was in Kolkata and was facing trouble to cross the inter country border with the dead body of his daughter he took to Chennai for treatment and asked him if he could help him in any way. Anindya said that at first he thought that the person's daughter died at a hospital in Chennai and he wanted to take her body to his motherland and as he wanted to take a dead body he might be facing some problems with the paper work. He thought that he would meet that person and take him to the concerned office and make the papers ok. But when he went there and met the man and listened his story, Anindya said he was awestruck. He could not believe what he was listening.</div>
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Anindya said that when he met the person, the man seemed to heave a sigh of relief, to find a fellow community man in a foreign land. Then he narrated what happened to him. He told that he is a teacher by profession and has two daughters - the elder one is eighteen years and the younger one is nine years old. His younger daughter was diagnosed with brain tumour in Bangladesh. To provide the best medical treatment, he brought her to Chennai, in India. But the tumour was in such an advanced stage that the medical authorities asked him to take her back home. But her condition was so bad that neither the airlines or the railways were willing to provide her a ticket to Kolkata.</div>
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But, a desperate father booked an ambulance for seventy thousand rupees (Rs.70,000/-) and started their journey from Chennai to Bongaon. Bongaon is the place near Indo-Bangla border, from where they were supposed to cross the border. In the ambulance was his wife, his eldest daughter, he himself and his ailing daughter. After travelling for quite some time his daughter looked quite healthy and fresh. He said that, he thought that might be with the thought of returning home she was feeling better. But the condition of the road was so pathetic that he himself, a hale and hearty person was finding it tiresome and he said how much his ailing daughter would have suffered. Suddenly, the girl made a sound like a hiccup and she never opened her eyes. </div>
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The forlorn parents drove all the way to Kolkata with the body of their deceased daughter and got her admitted at a hospital where she was declared to be brought dead. The parents then continued their journey towards the border after taking the death certificate from the hospital. But it was not the end of their plight. They were denied permission to cross the border as the papers to cross the dead body was not complete.</div>
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The father then with the help of some local volunteers managed to keep the body in a morgue and his wife and daughter in a hotel in Bongaon and he booked a car and came back to Kolkata and the whole day he was wandering cluelessly from one office to another. It was only after Anindya and Santosh (our nephew) met him that the actual official procedure started. So, for the final permission they were asked to go the next day morning at 10 am. They dropped the man at a city hotel and they returned home.</div>
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Next day too Anindya and Santosh were there with the man, struggling with the government procedures, till the job was done and they helped him board a train to Bongaon. The man after crossing the boarder called up Anindya to let him know that they were able to cross the border. After that Anindya looked relieved.</div>
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After I heard the whole story I was just not able to react. I was just thinking, what would have been the condition of the parents. If I would have been in that state I would have gone mad and it was also the reaction of Anindya. I was at the same time glad that Anindya was able to help the unfortunate father. I could not sleep that night and felt that God had shown me the truth of the quote with an example. It is so very true that, "<i>Everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about. Be kind. Always"</i></div>
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Ranita Sinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13417607648876926648noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518033147017549164.post-11761954989284684082014-05-29T05:07:00.000+05:302014-05-29T05:07:43.768+05:30Children's Summer Cooking Camp<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Akanksha today attended a one day summer cooking camp. Two days back she searched and got the address of the same. From then onwards she was pestering me to enrol her name. I had a talk with her dad and he gave the go ahead. Since she is so passionate about cake making and the class was concentrating on cake making, he allowed her to join.</div>
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Day before yesterday I talked to them and they asked us to join the class to be held the next day. But due to some unavoidable circumstance we could not but we were lucky to find that they had a class today from 11am till 3.30pm. First I was thinking that whenever anybody call them they might just ask them to come over. So with many questions in mind I took Akanksha there. I thought that first I would look at the environment, if it is ok I will let her continue else I would bring her back along.</div>
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We reached at the venue 15 minutes before time. The class was in the third floor of a reputed hotel. After we reached the room we rang the door bell. When they opened the door there were already few little girls of Akanksha's age. As we entered the room I had a possitive feeling. The lady who organises the class was already there preparing the materials and an assistant was welcoming the students and their parents and enrolling their names. The room was equipped with enough cooking aids and a big screen is fitted in the front, for all the participants to have a proper view of what the teacher is doing.<br />
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After I paid the money they asked me to come and fetch Akanksha at 3.30pm and ask me not to bother about her lunch and all, because they would be taking care of everything. As many more parents had left their daughters there and the ambiance turned out to be quite good I left.<br />
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Sharp 3.30pm I was there but from the glass door I could see that the class was still in progress. I waited in the lobby of that floor for sometime but found that a mother went inside, so I also accompanied her. The girls were in their final stage. They were wrapping all the things they prepared in the class. Seeing me the teacher, Mrs. Manju Sethia called me and told me that Akanksha was brilliant in class and that she already knows more than anything a girl of her age should know. She called her a passionate learner. I felt really proud. After that Mrs. Sethia asked the girls to keep on practicing what she had taught. Sharing a few photographs I just clicked with my mobile camera.<br />
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We thanked the teacher and took her permission to leave and came out. They have handed over everything they were taught in the class. They taught cake making, cake decorating, different types of chocolate making, two types of cookies, cup cakes and cup cake decoration. Akanksha told that they have taught many more recipes which they ate in the class. Akanksha was very happy attending the camp.<br />
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Reaching home she prepared a snack with oats, milk and honey which was very tasty. She just mixed one cup of milk, one cup oats and half cup of honey and blended it in a mixer. Then she greased the pre heated bread toaster with a little butter and spread the mixture into it and left it for two minutes and it was ready to eat. She told that her teacher served it with maple syrup but since we did not have the same at home she served with honey and it was really very tasty. She told me that the snack is called waffle and it is very healthy.<br />
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Akanksha's class teacher has asked all the students to buy couple of books to read during their summer holidays. She had given a long list from among which the students have to choose any two or three books of their choice. From the first day of vacation Akanksha was after her dad to accompany her to the book shop to buy those books. When she was sure that her dad will not be able to take her to the book store she was after me. But it was so hot that I fear going out. So I asked her to search the net and find the best deal. </div>
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I thought that she would take some time searching but to my surprise she searched three sites within minutes. She came to me and told that three sites are showing the same price but Amazon is the best because they are not charging any shipping charge. She also told me that the other sites are charging extra shipping charge for each book, while they will be delivering all the three books together. I was not sure and checked and saw that she was right they are charging shipping charge per book. But I was not sure about Amazon. I never dealt with them. But since the consignment was is COD( cash on delivery) I ordered.</div>
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On 26th morning when I woke up I saw Akanksha was awoke before me. She came to me running and said that Amazon had texted that they would deliver the material that day. I checked my phone and yes she was right. The whole day Akanksha was so excited that she opened the door each and every time she heard a footstep outside. But to her surprise the courier did not arrive till 6 in the evening. She then went to their site and opened an online chatting window with their customer service. I never knew about the availability of such a service. When I told her that I would not chat she wrote it herself and the customer service representative told that the material was out for delivery and that it would be delivered by the end of the day. She then told me since it is an international service they might be working as per their time schedule and she went to take a bath, leaving me grinning.</div>
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Ranita Sinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13417607648876926648noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518033147017549164.post-8424051854177407932014-05-26T03:45:00.002+05:302014-05-26T03:51:22.448+05:30Past Memories...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Today I was just going through my old photos and videos at Picasa and I came over a small video clip of two and a half year old Akanksha, dancing at the tune of Suhag Chand Bodoni Dhoni Nacho toh Dekhi, a Bengali folk song. It was shoot by Anindya after we returned from the Annual function of her play school. It was not the dance she performed at the function but was one of her favourite songs and she used to dance the whole day. How time flies. Never thought that this little angel of us would grow up so fast. Nothing special but just thought of sharing. </div>
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Ranita Sinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13417607648876926648noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518033147017549164.post-86897665161366513592014-05-25T05:50:00.000+05:302014-05-25T06:00:23.222+05:30Online Shopping<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Now, we were left with only one laptop at home which my husband carried office. After he came back from office there was a tug-of-war between me an Akanksha for the same and when he was out of station we had to spent days without it. I was upset as I was not able to concentrate on my blog and Akanksha would always complain and ask for a new one. But since my husband is a Mac maniac he was not ready to buy anything but a Mac. But it was too costly at that moment as we had some recent huge monetary outflow. Yet we were thinking of buying one on EMI. </div>
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We were searching the net for the latest version of Mac. Akanksha was eying for a MacBook Air but the cost was quite high. In the mean time Anindya might be filling the pinch in his pocket. He was desperately searching the net, not for a new laptop but for the battery of our old one. One evening after returning from office he said that he had found the battery on Flipkart. But he said that he was not sure if they would be able to deliver the same as they charged only Rs.2500/- whereas the service centre people asked us so much. I was quite content hearing it and assured him that if Flipkart is showing the material available that it is sure to come. But my husband was not able to believe that the thing he was searching for so many days was so easily available. </div>
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We were so thankful to Flipkart for solving our problem so easily and that too at such a cheaper rate. The only difference with the battery is that the logo of Apple is not there. But we are satisfied that our favorite computer is once again working fine. Yet confused how the people of the service centre could not provide us even when we were ready to pay what they asked for. It might be because the one we purchased is a made in China product and Apple will certainly not compromise with their brand. </div>
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Ranita Sinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13417607648876926648noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518033147017549164.post-31418553841016623012014-05-24T02:02:00.001+05:302014-06-26T04:51:20.789+05:30Salvation<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Lots of renovation works had made the surrounding of Rabindra Sarobar dry and dusty for which I stopped going there for my evening walks. The ruined view of the park would pain my heart. The boundary walls being broken and people from the nearby slums come and wash clothes, clean utensils even bath there and pollute the water. Trucks bringing materials for the renovation etc etc left the park in a mess. It literally stopped me from going there.</div>
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The swimming pool being just adjacent to the lake premise, my man took the camera along with him. After he came back I was delighted to see the photographs. The lake once again got back its greenery. He said that construction work is still in progress yet its not that bad. Though I do not believe a man's eye in terms of cleanliness yet the photographs talked a lot. I think now I can to go and have a look . Here I am sharing some photographs with you all.</div>
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Hoping that the lake will once again gain its beauty and serenity I today conclude here and last but not the least thank my man for taking the trouble to click such beautiful photographs for me. </div>
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Ranita Sinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13417607648876926648noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518033147017549164.post-33461285940816804512014-05-19T13:54:00.000+05:302014-06-26T03:36:02.768+05:30Lai Haroaba Festival<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Few days back on one of his visits to Manipur, my husband was fortunate enough to attend the festival of Lai Haroaba, in the states of Manipur. The festival of Lai Haroaba is celebrated every year in the month of May. He attended the Maibi Dance, a dance form performed in this particular festival. I do not know much about the festival, so just sharing the beautiful photographs he clicked there. Below are some informations I collected from Wikipedia......</div>
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<b style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px; line-height: 20.363636016845703px;">Wikipedia Information : <i>Lai Haraoba</i></b><i><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px; line-height: 20.363636016845703px;"> is a </span><a class="mw-redirect" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manipuri_people" style="background-color: white; background-image: none; color: #0b0080; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px; line-height: 20.363636016845703px; text-decoration: none;" title="Manipuri people">Manipuri</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px; line-height: 20.363636016845703px;"> festival, and is associated with </span><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meitei_people" style="background-color: white; background-image: none; color: #0b0080; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px; line-height: 20.363636016845703px; text-decoration: none;" title="Meitei people">Meiteis</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px; line-height: 20.363636016845703px;">, celebrated to please traditional </span><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deity" style="background-color: white; background-image: none; color: #0b0080; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px; line-height: 20.363636016845703px; text-decoration: none;" title="Deity">deities</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px; line-height: 20.363636016845703px;">.Celebrated in honour of the sylvan deities known as Umang Lai,the festival represents the worship of traditional deities and ancestors. The festival is in part a recollection of the creation stories played the deities with the first origin of this universe and evolution of the plants and animals through the will of Atiya Shidaba.</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 13.333332061767578px;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px; line-height: 20.363636016845703px;">Translated, Lai Haraoba means "merry making of the Gods".</span></i></div>
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Ranita Sinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13417607648876926648noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518033147017549164.post-75646974142628516932014-05-17T05:02:00.001+05:302014-06-26T03:38:52.610+05:30New Hope<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Yesterday was a memorable day for our country India, one of the largest democracy in the world. Of late the whole of our nation is under turmoil. There is price hike in every sphere of life, unemployment, value of money fell considerably, terrorism, illegal invasions, inflation was at its high, corruption was also at all time high, no safety for women, the government was convicted of one scam after other,. etc etc. In short the government of our country was a total failure. They were not able to deliver or it would not be wrong to say that they were least bothered about bringing any difference. It was like a total monarchical reign. People seemed helpless. </div>
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The people of India have elected their new leader Mr. Narendra Modi. Their annoyance was so much that they almost wiped out the ruling Congress party from the national scene. They have voted for Mr. Modi's party and have given him more than he needed to form an independent government free of any allies. Now, it is up to Mr. Modi and his team how they live up to the expectations of the people of the nation. We too feel proud that we voted, though our contribution did not help him as his party candidate in our constituency did not win. Still we are happy and content to practice our democratic right.<br />
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We, as the citizen of a free democratic country can do nothing but hope that this time we would get a stable government who will work for the development of the country as promised. Else he should not forget that the results can always be vice-versa. Happy that this time the whole nation has come out in huge numbers, fearless of any outcome. The people were desperate for a change. </div>
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There were great celebration in the whole country in the hope of a new beginning. We too celebrated at our home. Lots of friends and relatives visited and long and short distance calls kept us busy the whole day. There were talks of new government, new hopes, disagreements too, songs, dances etc. Akanksha made a cake for the occasion and I prepared many dishes for the guests to relish on. </div>
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Ranita Sinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13417607648876926648noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518033147017549164.post-23467548112099395672014-05-04T03:22:00.000+05:302014-07-18T04:11:25.301+05:30The Secret Scroll<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Yesterday night after returning from her dance class Akanksha was doing something with paper and sticks. I scolded her of again cutting papers and dirtying the house and asked to go to sleep. She said that she need to carry it to school. Without bothering to find out what it was I asked her to complete it in the morning. She also obliged and went to sleep. </div>
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<span style="text-align: justify;">Today morning we were supposed to be at Akanska's school for a parent's orientation program. I was not liking the idea of having the same on a Saturday because only on Saturdays and Sundays I am able to sleep a bit more. Also after the child attending the school for six long years I was wondering what was the use of a parent's orientation program all over again. Since, we were supposed to reach school by 10.50am I slept a little more than usual. After I woke up I found Akanksha again toying with the paper and sticks. She awoke before me. Some how three of us got ready by 10.30am. Since my husband had office he was not very happy with the idea that he also had to accompany us.</span></div>
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We reached school 10 minutes behind schedule. We were being welcomed by a senior girl and guided to our seat into the auditorium. The principal was already delivering her welcome speech. Listening to her speech we could make out that since the children had recently been promoted to middle school the parents are invited for a formal introduction to the class teacher, the subject teachers, the co-ordinator, the councillor etc. My husband was not feeling comfortable and was complaining in my ears that he was unnecessarily been fetched there. He said that he had many important tasks at office. I did not react to any of his allegations as it might have messed up the situation. </div>
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After the speech of the Principal, the vice principal came on the dais and introduced all the teachers to the parents, then the co-ordinator had a power point presentation and one to one interaction of the parents and teachers took place which was very informative. All this was followed by a colourful dance performance by few students of both the sections. </div>
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The Principal concluded the meeting by inviting the parents to join her for refreshments arranged outside the auditorium after the children hand over a scroll with a secret message they had written for their parents. All the children who were sitting at the back came running to their parents and handed over the scroll. It was the secret thing that Akanksha was doing yesterday night. I opened the scroll and found a beautiful message written for us. She wrote -"Dear Mom and Dad, you are actually the message of God sent to me by him because he can't come to me. From Akanksha".</div>
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Going through the words tears rolled down my eyes and while showing the same to my husband I saw his eyes moistened too. After I looked around I was surprised to see the emotions in the eyes of each parents. I do not know from where she wrote it, if anybody helped her or had she written it herself, I am least bothered but I am happy that she had chosen such wonder words for us. </div>
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It was an utterly pleasant and emotional moment the teachers created. The act made us speechless and we could expect nothing more from the teachers but just bow our heads in respect of how wonderfully they are helping to grow our children. We are really proud to send our daughter to <a href="http://www.loretohouse.net.in/loretohouse1/index.php" target="_blank"><i>Loreto House</i></a> which always make us realise that our daughter will grow to a well mannered and respectable human being. </div>
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Ranita Sinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13417607648876926648noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518033147017549164.post-71401031602836236242014-04-14T03:55:00.000+05:302014-06-26T03:39:49.461+05:30Bishu<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Today is a special day for us. It is the last day of the Hindu calender year. On this day we the Bishnupriya Manipuri community make special offerings to the Lord. We cook different pure vegetarian delicacies and make the offerings on a banana leaf outside the main gate. The offering is done by the eldest member of the family. After the offering is done the cooked items are exchanged among the neighbors and relatives and than consumed. This festival is known as <i>Bishu</i>. </div>
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On this day the whole house is cleaned and the kitchen is mainly cleaned of all non-veg items. Once properly cleaned the food is cooked. On this day the alters and deities of every household is cleaned and new clothes are worn by all. It is said that in ancient times on this day the offering was made of 108 food items. But now a days due to many reasons it is practiced no more.</div>
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It is believed that by cleaning the house, wearing new clothes and worshiping the Lord everyone is preparing to welcome the new year with fresh enthusiasm and hoping for a smooth new year. </div>
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But since this year my mother-in-law expired we are not supposed to perform this ritual. But I am sharing with you all a few photographs taken last year. </div>
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Since in this congested city life it is not possible to make the offerings outside the main gate, we offered it on our terrace.. </div>
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Since here we have no relatives nearby and no neighbors of the same community we do no exchange of food but we always share what we cook, with our landlord. On this day, we prefer to stay home and welcome the new year in a peaceful manner and also make it a point not to eat outside.</div>
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Akanksha is gaining proficiency in the art of cake making. After the first cake she made she had excelled a lot. Now, she is always ready to bake a cake. Now my neighbours come and ask for recipes of cake from her. They even invite her to their home to make sure that the cake comes out properly. Is not it funny?</div>
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The above cake she baked on the 31st of March for our landlady whose birthday Akanksha never forgets. Our land lady was overwhelmed to see Akanksha bake a delicious cake for her.<br />
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Yesterday night she baked two cakes - a farewell cake for her cousin brother who is leaving Kolkata for Assam where he is going to join a new job and a birthday cake for her cousin sister who stays miles away. The cake was shared through facebook.<br />
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Her sister was very happy to see the cake on facebook and messaged back:<br />
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The farewell cake for her brother</div>
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Overall it was an emotional moment. From today we will be missing Ricky and Akanksha will miss her brother with whom she shared everything. Ricky too got emotional and wrote the following on his facebook timeline:</div>
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Now a days, as I mentioned earlier, I am able to somehow control my anger and emotions to some extent, which was not possible earlier. it is not that I do not have mood swings and neither it is that I do not get angry. But now, I seem to realise and control it.</div>
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We women had lot of things to get disturbed. Moreover, we Indian housewives are pampered by the maid servants so much that their absence seem to make us mentally misbalanced. Since my maid left me in the mid ocean with all the uncleaned kitchen utensils, laundry, cleaning, cooking etc., my temper always remains at the saturated level, ready to explode at the simplest of pretext. </div>
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But of late, I am somehow able to guard my anger. But yesterday was an unusual day. The whole day was passing off quite pleasantly. Hurriedly I tried to complete my house hold chores as in the evening Indian cricket team was going to have its world cup final match against Sri Lanka. </div>
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With all the positivity in mind and prayers at heart, we sat before the television at half past seven in the evening. Maybe, because the Indian players were not good at bat or the bawling was not to the mark or maybe the Sri Lankan's played a better game than ours. Whatever may be the cause yesterday we lost despite a wonder game by Virat Kohli. We lost the T20 World Cup Final. </div>
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As the match ended I felt as if all my energy was drained out. I felt sick. I was angry. All of a sudden everything seemed to disturb me. Suddenly I realised that the whole day I was busy with my household chores and the husband went to his sister's and even after the match got over he was not home. I called him and asked him to come home. I had such an unusual feeling. I felt like crying. </div>
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Getting my call my husband came home and at the very sight of him I was caught by the women instinct and started attacking him with all the stupid allegations. Basically I used him as my punching bag to drain out my anger. When I do something like this, he never reacts but yesterday it was different. As I punched him with sour words he punched back with harsh words not at me but at his nephews, who came to visit us. I felt very bad. I was ashamed that for me the innocent boys were attacked by their uncle.</div>
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But then I realised that the resentment of loosing the game was not within me only, it was in him too. The whole house was silent as if we were mourning somebody's death. Such is the craze of cricket in India I suppose, where no '<a href="http://neathmyheart.blogspot.in/2014/04/the-secret.html" target="_blank">Secret</a>' works.<br />
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Yesterday was the worst of such a day. In the morning I woke up with a call from my maid that she will not come to work anymore because of some personal problem. The news was as if I was struck by a thunder. But for a change I did not react. I just started to do the house hold chores. </div>
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The next was that my daughter was driving me crazy from quite few days to visit our neighbour who had shifted to another locality. They have a little boy for whom she is mad. Since her school is beginning from today I thought of taking her to visit them yesterday but after calling came to know that they are out of station and that they would be reaching home at night. That plan too did not materialise. But we have fixed a visit today. </div>
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Then, I was all ready to go to the lake for an evening walk. Our driver, one of the most punctual person I have seen in my life, for the first time did not turn out without informing. After calling I came to know that he had some urgent task for which he could not. This task also did not work out.</div>
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After that I thought of visiting Akanksha's doctor. No, Akanksha is all hale and hearty. We are to visit her because her swimming enrolment form needs her doctor's declaration that she is fit for it. The doctor, whom on our tenure of 10 years of regular visits have never seen to cancel her chamber, did cancel it yesterday. For a change I did not have any mood swing.</div>
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Normally, one or two such incidents are enough to loose my temper but to my surprise I was normal yesterday. I could not bring out the reason of my change. But at night when I was in bed a thought struck me - Is it the outcome of reading the book 'The secret' by Rhonda Byrne. </div>
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From last few days I have been reading the book. I completed the first book and started with the second edition 'The Power'. While reading the book I thought that some things are very good but most are bluffs, which are always better said than done. The book says that when you think something negative you attract more negativity to it. So, we should divert our thoughts from thinking more negative things to something we love to do or thinking about a person you love. I was not practicing anything as such but unconsciously I was trying to ignore whatever unpleasant thing is happening to me. Though the whole day everything that happened were negative yet it was for sure that it did not effect my mood. </div>
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Ranita Sinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13417607648876926648noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518033147017549164.post-46616880934617658312014-03-31T04:36:00.001+05:302014-04-02T23:19:09.258+05:30Instinctive feeling is it?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Dad was very much willing to see at least one doctor from among his four children. He tried whatever he could to fulfil his desire. He admitted us to decent schools, always helped us with our studies, provided private tutors, etc,.</div>
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My dad was very focused of what he wanted his children to be. On the other hand the saddest part for us was that the medical college was and still is situated on a hill top just in front of our house. Every day dad used to show us the college and remind us of how fortunate we were to be born there, else people come from so far off places to study there. Everyday it had as if become a ritual for us to hear those lines which we secretly hated.</div>
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Then dad's focus shifted to my second brother. But this brother of mine was not a person to act on somebody else's wish, what if it was his own father's? He was least bothered. Then obviously the indicator was bound to shifted towards me. </div>
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I was very ambitious. My class tenth results were out. I passed with flying colours and that also with letter marks in Mathematics. Dad was the happiest. He felt as if he had won half the battle. But, my declaration that I would not be studying science, shattered my dad. But I knew, though I scored above 80 percent in maths but I was not at all comfortable with physics, chemistry and biology. I asked dad if he wanted me to see study further or not. I told him very clearly that I did not understand science. At that, it seemed dad understood me and allowed to study arts. But it still hurts me that I could not fulfil my dad's wish.</div>
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On the other hand though my sister was studious yet my father was not so stern with her studies because my sister was not at all ambitious. She studied because she had to study. She always used to say that she does not want to study much. She declared that the day she would get married she would stop her studies. But she was the one who had to study the most. Because she got married a bit late and dad made her study one after another. After her graduation she did her BEd, then she studied law but just before she could complete she got married and she did exactly what she told before- she quit from her law school.</div>
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My purpose of writing such a long post is that there is no point, parents should compel their children to choose a career of their parent's choice. It is better that the child be given the right to choose his or her career. Because if the child obliges and fulfils his /her parents' wish its better but if he/she does not oblige why the parents hurt themselves in the process. But yes, parents should be always there to show them the right way so that they do not get indulge into any anti social activities. </div>
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But now, the irony is that my brother complains that his son is adamant to study commerce and that my brother feels that there is no life in commerce for a student like his son and on the other hand I started convincing my daughter to study science when she grows up so that she can either go to medical or engineering studies. </div>
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Ranita Sinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13417607648876926648noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518033147017549164.post-49773614002093982522014-03-28T03:21:00.001+05:302014-03-28T03:21:40.556+05:30Oil and water<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I am the third among four siblings and the closest to dad. I always used to cling to him all the time. I used to work in the garden with him, used to go to the market, to most of the morning and evening walks, to all his friend's houses. In short he was the best of friends. </div>
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During our walks to the market or during our morning or evening walks he always used to talk about the childhood pranks of himself and his friends, which I used to enjoy thoroughly. </div>
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One day, I had a good thrashing from my mom for spending some money (without her permission) she gave me to buy grocery from the nearby grocery shop. I was very upset. In the evening dad asked me to accompany him for a walk. I followed him. He knew I was very upset. He knew that I did something wrong but he did not tell anything to me. My dad never used to scold us whenever mom used to do it. He just told me that I should not repeat it because it was not good.</div>
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But today I think that the story my father narrated had some other deeper meaning. I do not know if he just told me the story then or he wanted to teach me something but today it has a different meaning. Today, I feel that every relationship is like water and oil. We must keep on shaking the bottle properly so that the mixture of our relationship remains smooth. Once we stop, differences take place.</div>
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Ranita Sinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13417607648876926648noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4518033147017549164.post-4567336902756355232014-03-24T17:56:00.001+05:302014-06-26T03:42:25.670+05:30Evening Sky<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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