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A healthy heart in a healthy body.

“I am joining the Saffolalife #ChhoteKadam initiative in association with BlogAdda and follow these small steps for a healthy heart.”

"My heart is beating,
keeps on repeating,
I am waiting for you..."

   It's a song for the love struck hearts from an old hindi movie. As I was humming it this morning, I came across the Saffolalife #ChhoteKadam initiative for a healthy heart and my mind tweaked the words from the above song a bit:

"My heart is beating,
keeps on repeating,
"Are you lookin' after me?"

   Indeed, if  our heart could verbalise its innermost feelings, this is what it would ask! The poor organ gets battered, bruised and neglected big time, what else would it wonder?! Do we ever stop to ponder that our heart, too, has a shelf life?  In our hectic schedules, rarely do we give it the time, consideration or care it deserves. And, one day, all of a sudden, the worn little thing gives up in frustration, waking us with a jolt, but with no time to rectify …

The Calling - Unleash your true self. Book Review.

The Calling - Unleash your true self, is an inspirational book written by Priya Kumar. An award winning and a bestselling author of books like 'I am another you', and 'License to live', Priya Kumar brings for us a book about a journey within. A journey we all need to make in order to  discover our true selves, and the reason behind our presence on this planet.

           Books that belong to this genre attract me, in that they motivate me and help me realign my perspectives and gain some clarity and peace of mind.  And, this book does just that. In a language that is lucid and a style that instantly makes you feel at ease, the author narrates the story of Arjun  and his journey that changes his life forever.   I found it somewhat similar to The Alchemist in nature, which also happens to be a tale about a man who embarks upon a journey learning about life and about following one's dreams.

       The story is peppered with maxims all along; maxims that leave us stunn…

Chikoo and I - A love story.

Chikoo was an un-planned pet - much like an un-planned pregnancy.  Hubby felt that  bringing home a puppy would add some much-needed cheer to our world. But, I argued, that if getting home a pet was so important, then why not get a fish? It would swim in its bowl all day, minding its own business, but a dog  would spend its entire day minding other people's business; what if that got us in trouble? Moreover, we knew zilch about caring for a dog.
      Sadly (for me), any further argument was pointless, for, the deed was done and the 'furry package' was on its way home. I decided to deal with it as unsentimentally as I could; it was an animal, after all, who knew nothing about 'emotions'. Ironically, the moment I laid eyes on the said  package, I melted! It was love at first sight when the fur ball looked up at me, tilted its head to a side and asked, "Hey, who is this girlie?" I swooned over those chocolate brown, very expressive eyes!

A cheery post about my son!

Twelve years ago, on a grey August evening, hubby called up from Pune to inform me that he had bought a puppy.  The fretting and fuming that ensued is not really worth mentioning here. But, all of that changed the moment my eyes fell on this cute little furry package  that hubby had brought along with him! I fell in LOVE. Period. Of course,the apprehensions  that followed this emotion were a-plenty.

"This little guy will now make a mess of my beautifully maintained house!" I rued. And, as if reading my thoughts, the moment Chikoo stepped into our house, he peed on the door mat! In typical doggy-style, he made the house  his home by marking his territory!  For me, it was a sign of things to come.
    Torn bedsheets, chewed furniture and footwear, uprooted plants, scratched arms (mine), you name it. But, he was a family member now. A package deal!

     In the first few months, we heard not a sound from the guy. Not even a faint woof! I wondered if we were  to enjoy…

A list of things I love.

I have been reading this book, "Until I say Good-bye", where the author, Susan Spencer- Wendel is suffering from ALS (amyotrophic lateral schlerosis) - Lou Gehrig disease (an irreversible condition that destroys the nerves that power the muscles). She has about an year left on this planet which she decides to spend in the company of her loved ones,  travelling to places she had always wanted to. She wrote this book on her IPhone using her thumbs, as the rest of her fingers  became useless with time.

      There is this  page in the book where she has made a list of all the little  things she loves and feels we all keep such a list.. I loved the idea and decided to come up with my own! It took me some deliberation to  come up with a list of things which give me a sense of contentedness, things  I find  therapeutic and which help me feel buoyant on indulging in them.  Seemingly insignificant things but, which bring about an exhilaration and a happiness to every cell i…

This one's for Chikoo.

The drum beats from a distant Ganpati pandal wake him up with a start. The whining comes almost instantly. Music blaring out of  loudspeakers, crackers going off even at a distance fill Chikoo with fear. I rush to shut every window in the house, but to no avail.  I fail to make our home soundproof for my boy. Sigh.

       I gather him in my arms as he lies whining and crying in fear. Trying to soothe his nervous heart, I speak to him in whispers, to reassure him that the sound will not enter our home, ever! All the efforts to calm him down fail miserably. I let out a deep breath and sit by his side, fuming and cursing the people who fail to show some consideration towards their fellow beings.

        The music dies down only to return with a force that sends Chikoo in another fit of yelping  and crying. He tries getting up on all fours - a feat for my arthritic dog - to move to a place where he can find some peace. Alas, standing up is something he hasn't been able to manage ind…

A page from my diary.

I plonk on the sofa, my cheese sandwich in hand, and a sudoku puzzle to work on. Life's good, I muse. Cheese sandwich, sudoku and  cold coffee work wonders on my blue moods. I throw a glance at the overcast evening and realise that I did not spot the rainbow this year - my most loved part of the monsoon. Couple evenings ago, as I gazed at my lily turf, I wondered when will I see those pretty pink blossoms, and as if granting my wish the very next day, I saw not one, but two flowers, wishing me a very good morning! Maybe my wish for the rainbow will  get fulfilled, after all.

           Life gives you surprises, for sure. Life also gives you sad moments - moments that spring upon you when you are lost in the mundane stuff. A few days ago, my SIL spotted an injured fledgling lying in the corner of our lobby. She called me to inform me about the poor baby and begged me to bring it home. I was reluctant.  It had fallen out of its nest and was hurt. Whether I brought i…

We, the caterpillars.

God changes a caterpillar into a butterfly
                                               sand into pearls
                                              and coal into diamonds
                                               using time and pressure.
                                               He's working on you, too!

Human beings are ever-changing. Our future will not see even a shadow of our former selves. We change, transform, evolve into a different version of ourselves. We get better or bitter, fearful or stronger, all because of the battles we fight all along this journey called life.  So, can we take it as "we are creating ourselves?" Or, is it our life which is bringing about that change, that transformation?

I like to believe it's life, the people we meet in  our life and the various circumstances we go through that are responsible for the changes we undergo. Life teaches us lessons when we are  busy grumbling about our circumstances. But, the most observant am…

My colour palatte.

My blogger friend, Mayuri Nidigallu, suggested a colourful prompt on, well, COLOURS.  Lovely prompt, Mayuri, considering how dull and boring our life would have been had it not been for colours! 

          People relate colours to their moods or emotions at any particular time. But, for me, colours remind me of my favourite food and the nature around me. Right since I can remember, dark brown has been a favourite. As a kid, when I walked down a street, vehicles, buildings, even clothes in this colour caught my eye! I was  very attracted to the colour, though, I know not why! 
        As I grew, I realised the colour reminded me of my favourite chocolates - the bitter chocolate. Its rich, dark brown colour has always had a magnetic effect on me and aroused my taste buds like nothing else!  I find the sin food almost orgasmic in nature. I have this dazed look in my eyes when I watch  the chocolate sauce being poured onto the pristine white  vanilla ice cream! It simply makes …

Until I Say Good-Bye.

Happy the man.

Happy the man, and happy he alone,
          He who can call today his own;
         He who, secure within, can say,
         Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
         Be fair or foul or rain or shine
         The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine.
         Not Heaven itself upon the past has power,
         But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.

         __John Dryden.

This poem features in the very beginning of the book, "Until I Say Good-Bye", written by Susan Spencer - Wendel.

This is  for the second time that I am reading this book, and for the second time that I feel I am not doing justice to every breath I take.  Cryptic, eh? You shall see.

The writer, Susan Spencer - Wendel,  was detected with amyotrophic lateral sclerosis -  Lou Gehrig's disease. It is an irreversible condition that destroys the nerves that power the muscles. She was only 44 when she learned about the disease. 44…

How I fell in love with myself.

Do you love yourself? I mean, do you really love yourself, flaws and all? I am sure there  have been countless moments when you must have cringed at the sight you saw in the mirror, or when you spotted a yummy mummy sashaying past you at the mall. It's okay, confess you felt this way. We all do! None of us, okay, there may be some exceptions, so let me say, most of us are rarely happy with ourselves - our bodies, our physical appearances, our looks, take your pick.
         How we rue the fact that once we step into our thirties, we lose our charm! Bulging bellies, thundering thighs, love handles get labelled as "permanent accessories". Our husbands add to our distress by comparing us to "that curvy hottie" who seems to be blessed with some special anti-ageing genes. Yes, most of the husbands do! And, where does that lead us? To the gym, or the dietician. Swearing off this foodstuff and that, sweating it out at the gymnasium and worrying ourselve…