Goodbye To Breast Cancer

Here I am writing what I feel about the breast cancer and in generating awareness amongst women I want to make an effort on subconscious mind.I am not writing any story but my post is based on my perceptions for breast cancer victims.

Yesterday breast cancer said to the victim [those who quit ]
I am breast cancer,
I slowly progress in your body.

I hire your body'
make it tired;
deprive you from your stamina.

I am the breast cancer,
challenge you progressively.

I entered your body without your consent.
I become nodule to harass you psychologically.

Tomorrow I will become a lump,
will take out your strength from you.

You ignored me
and then one day;
I put all my claws on you,
tried to engulf you.

You believed in ignorance is bliss;
you hide me with your dressing sense.

I demeaned you to death
you quit and I won.


Today breast cancer said to the victim [with fighting spirit]


I am breast cancer.
I entered in your body without your consent.

You listened to your body and underwent a few tests.
You are too aware to be threatened;
you stopped me then and there.
I admit ,I quit and you won.

Why breast cancer would wanted to quit ? Its because you surrender yourselves to the fate and to the disease.If you want you can increase lifeline on your palm; all you need is will power.Don't hug the evil breast cancer and just cover it with clothing but examine yourself and got examined by doctor and worth yourself by following strict regimen given by your doctor. Be a winner and kick out this cancer out of your body.Lets say goodbye to the breast cancer.

Phone Poetry

pHoNeS aRe ReAlLy SmArT



Phone today is fashion icon,

accessorize your epitome..

To me my phone is a boon;

wake me up by its bleeping tone.

Irritate me in my lazy sleeps,

but need to be praised;

by not letting me in getting late.

It helps me reminding birthdays and important days

and save me from amnesic tags.

It rejuvenate my thirsty soul,

by playing various music and ringtones.

Blue tooth allow to sooth my soul

Dialing numbers by mere touch,

help in surfing my search.

Keeping  in touch with my friends,

which was not possible as such.

My camera is jealous of my phone;

crying in cupboard and waiting for its turn.

To me my phone is my best friend,

I know it has become one trend.

Good Over Bad

Bad Fashion DayS.........

gosh! those were the days when I joined the college and college meant to me was a platform to show your fashion statements like typical movies.With that sort of stuff in my mind I stepped in  the college.....here I am sharing my experiences of bad fashion days.

Memories took me back to the day when I joined the college. Since I was aware of horrors of ragging in medical colleges still I dared to step in, as a dream to be a doctor hijacked my mind and had just a dream in my glittering eyes .The very first day in hostel we were told to wear tricolor suits means suit, salwar and duppatas in all mismatched color to make us look weird, I believe senior hostel girl were little insecure about their boyfriends or crush whatever and to add miserabilities on our face they ordered us [the freshies ] to dip hair in hair oil and with that look they used to call us behenji though I was reluctant to use hair oils but I had no choice other than following their filthy orders .The next day I washed my hair to get rid of awful oiled look ,before it got dried I did not felt like oiled them so soon ,that time senior hostel girls gave me a hostile look as if I had committed any crime. Poor me they vomited bad words and said- what do you think of yourself youuuuuu freshie ? Don’t try to be smart ?we are smarter than you and know that you freshies wants to look good to impress boy .Poor me ,alone gasped those tears of mine.
I was literally scared of seniors and their bitter mouths .Some were good also they just used us to entertain them by dancing and singing so that they could study late night as they were in final years. One funny incidence I could never forget is that one of the senior gave me a task to knock the doors of hostelites and ask them whether they have boyfriend or not and if she have then how many? Some reacted weirdly, a few said come to my room and I will give some work. A few laughed over it and took it lightly. So I got mixed type responses but aftermath of this was not that good as I was told to make their practical file from start to finish. A few seniors used me as alarm clock ,that was my weakest point though but got punished if I could wake them up on time.

During those days I got an ankle sprain and since I was new to the college hardly anybody helped me as my batch mates  were new too to the college and scared to death from the seniors.
I used to cry alone but when I couldn’t control the pain I decided to go home during Diwali festival. Me and other three girls were going via train and we were 48 hrs far from our homes. We thought now we are free birds but then seniors who were going on Diwali time recognized us with tri-color suits and oiled hairs. We boarded the train in the night but when we got up in the morning we saw seniors were looking at us ,they were nice to us and said hello we are from this batch and asked us to give a brief intro and about hobbies. At that time we did not realize why they asked for hobbies but later on when they said since music is  your hobby you must be knowing peppy songs too so sing for us .Then they told that think you as if you are  participating in contest and then we will give you ranks accordingly. They make us accompany  beggars by singing ‘’tum to there pardesi saath kya nibhage subah pehli gadi se ghar to laut jaoge ‘’and then eunuch came and started complimenting us as Madhubala ,Shreedevi ,Madhuri,…….and started their performances. Actually this was happening with me for the first time so sometimes I felt like laughing but sometimes awkward. During ragging period I realized how to kill ego which was dancing on my head as I entered the medical college and thought that now I am something but that feeling faded away with ragging.
On a happy note those seniors who ragged us became so protective and helpful. They actually helped us .So we must encourage healthy ragging and the purpose must to be acquainted with
senior to build a healthy relationship and not to humiliate and kill the thrill of freshies.

p....l...z help

An incidence involving me...my friend ...phone tata DOCOMO

That day me and my friends returned from the restoraunt and had a great blasting party after the semester exams and it was my friend Shaina who paid the bill and said flauntingly this one was from me.A fine dinner with friends after the horror provoking sleepless night during semester exams was completely come back to our own selves and this was not our response but after every semester scenario would be the same.Once I entered my hostel room after gossiping with my friends,I received a missed call as I was lost that time,again it ranged and this time I picked the phone,my tata DOCOMO one touch net phone I loved it,I didn't noticed but it was unknown no.which was not stored in my phone.I heard tired ,stammered,ghastly voice and that shook me to shock......the one who called me asked for mercy and said help...help...don't kill me...I don't know where am I ?I don't know who am i? plz help..p....l....z and then got it got disconnected.I got terribly paniced.Somehow I retained my senses and thought about the urgency to call back that girl who was scared to death and asked me for help.I called that phone no. but it further added panic as that number did not exist.I was clueless how to help that girl as I could not thought to sleep with those deafening words for help in my mind [p....l....z],it sounded as if somebody had killed her or tried to kill her.Oh god what to do? I had never experienced anything close to it,its horrible than exams could be.I could feel how hell could be ?Should I call the police or should I inform my friends ?may be they could help me.finally i decided to tell the whole matter to shaina as she was a girl with detective instinct and read a lot about such stuffs so I told her everything that happened when i entered my room.She couldn't stop laughing when she saw my face in agony and fear was dropping from face and I was wearing shock on my face.but i screamed at her for her cruel expressions and a filthy smile on miseries.I told her that at any cost I am going to help that girl and now i am going to call the police.I saw fear on her face this time and then she apologized to me for all the sufferings.then she insert sim card in her brand new tata DOCOMO ONE TOUCH NET PHONE... and dial a number and suddenly I realized my phone started ringing.I could hear that same words which created all the scene and it was nonetheless from anybody else but it was my friend shiana who pranked with her new number and then mentioned the reason why she paid the bill for the dinner.She said-you silly girl ,it was my first dialled number and that dinner was my treat and now go to sleep but tomorrow I will gossip around about this with all our friends.

Reflections Of Childhood Memories

Breathing in air of Common Wealth Games and Blogadda's topic for the Contest revived the old refreshing moments which I forgot for quite sometime and lost in monotonous routine.Thinking about those days of freedom to live,play,act with innovative ideas.those days were the days which I know will never come back in my life.Now before going into the past ,I need to close my eyes to really come up with my childhood memories as if it was stored in an old treasure box which has been covered with the dust .

After opening that imaginary treasure box with my closed eyes I found myself as 5-6 year old girl in my old house where I used to play with my brother and sister.We used to play on terrace and that game we tried to play together was nonetheless cricket ,we were too small to play games with rules and so one who ruled the game all the time and throw temper tantrums was my younger brother.So it was him who always wanted ,no..no.....forced us to play as batsman and poor me and my sis were balling and fielding most of the time.Younger brother/sister always take such advantages over the elder ones,but since my both parents were working so I had enough opportunity to fight with my brother and he was not lesser than me in fact he knew little bit judo karate and he used to practice that on me[innocent me].He used to pull my hairs with all his strength I know it was not judo karate.All I knew to fight with all my spirit and my strength.When my parents have had reached home ,we would  caught in cwg wrestling position and then we tried to defend ourselves.

Oh! I have gone far away from the sports which I used to play and that was cricket.So whenever it came to bating,history repeated itself but he was really a great batsman and since we were small so way to go for six was to cross the neighbour's wall.I don't know why neighbour's have been repulsive to cricket,what if we broke their wndow panes,what if we jumped from their walls ;we were too small to be scolded for small things.Somehow we manged to get our balls back and since my brother made most of sixers we used to  force him to get our ball back from neighbour's territory.

When my brother had grown a  little,my brother felt and treated us like a peanut player and then he started playing with the friends of his age in the park.Since he did  not took any interest in playing with me ,I had found ways to cope up my frustrations by  complaining to  my father after all I have been Papa's favorite.

Then my interest changed with time I  started playing with dolls,teddies,learned to express myself through colours and did all the girlish stuffs.
Yes one sports that I can mention is basket ball.I took part at school level and that was fun.

But I really miss those times,those fights with my siblings.Now I am a mother of two little kids and I love the way they fight with each other with full fighting spirit.I love the way they try different games,always explore things differently but despite the fights they can't live without each other.Today if I watch cricket I watch it for finding my brother in Sachin Tendulkar and refreshing those memories which were dusted.At the moment I like to thank blogadda ,as a channel to divert my attention towards forgotten me and my childhood memories and now I feel rejuvenated.Here are few lines on REFLECTIONS of my childhood memories:

Those were the times,

we played together,

jumping like monkeys,

crawling on floor like reptiles,

imitated most of the animals.

We played different games all the times,

thrilled with spirit of sportsman ship.

Unaware of limits;

never bothered about the stained clothes,

painted our own world,

dared to dream the horrors of monsters.

Flied away by beautiful fairies,

fulfilled almost every dream with magic wand.

Sometimes called Aladin's ginnie,

within the wonderland.

When pulled by years,

had own point of view.

So played a little mature games;

cricket,basket ball,football...

kicked everything like a ball.

oh!.........wait kids I am coming and don't fight like this as I feel you may need a refree too.





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Tomorrow It Will Be You

The story woven around My FRIEND...MY LIFE..MY PHONE

Its a story started with a phone call on my mobile phone which I recieved from my best friend .When I attended her call ,She sounded sad and I could hear pain in her voice.She told me that her grandmother had been sent to old age home in her absence and she was told that her grandmother went to hers sister's home.But she overheard her parent's conversation about how tactfully they sent her grandmother out of their home.She told me how ashamed she feel of her parents and I am the one whom she can trust and discuss .Then she asked me to  come along with her to oldage home and she told me to grab food for her.Next morning we went to that miserable place.When she was searching for her grandmother I was wondering how could  a son do like this to her mother.




Then an old lady caught my attention who was  sitting quietly in the corner ,very different from others ,with series of sad stories in her wrinkled sad eyes. When, I tried to approach her, she shrieked further ,folded her limbs to show her fears through her body language. Her gestures surprised me if she has been rotted mercilessly in the hands of life. I am not a quitter so could not stopped by her unwelcoming gestures .Perhaps she was begging for privacy but I could not help her pushing towards her in the deep valley of depression. 

I  took deep breath to destress myself first and quickly reached where she was shrinking further. I sat with  my hand over her shoulder to make her little comfortable ;at that time I was missing my daadi .I could not help myself and instead of consoling her which was my ulterior motive, I cried ,she kept her hand on my shoulder and said ''beta kya hua kyu ro rahi hon,mujhe batao''.I told your presence reminded me how deeply I loved my daadi who raised me ,played with me ,nurtured me when I was small and never gave me opportunity to be looked after and died ,so I am sitting here to satisfy my conscious for not doing anything for my dadi

That kind old lady smiled and tears were flooding through her shrinked, crumpled eyes and she said you are not aware of what have you given to your dadi and that’s what we old people want , to be loved like this.Look at me I was thrown thanklessly in oldage home by my own blood .I nurtured them through milk,sweat,tears,hard work,blood…..exploited emotionally throughout my life.They leached the last drop of my blood and when I need help them they throwed like an old newspaper .Your daadi was lucky that she was in a family where her granddaughter is crying in my pain .Then she said beta this is kaliyug ,value yourself ,in whichever role you are/will be, don’t forget that you worth life to live happily. Don’t provide your blood to be sucked by leaches and be strong emotionally and crying like this may push you where I am sitting today.

I shared my life and its lessons with you, now I think I can die peacefully ……she took her last breath and fell into my lap.I couldn't move her but watching her expressionless face,unresponsive body then my friend came and looked at that old woman's body and started crying bitterly.I could not correlate her emotions but after few minutes realized that search of my friend ended here and 
I tried to console her with my body language as I couldn't speak a word to console her.


Sometimes we are helpless in this sinful world but a little step can take you ahead and help you in becoming better human being.With this thought me and my friend thought to send a quote to those mobile holder whom we knew that they are not good to their parents and the first SMS we send to my best friend 's parent and the quote was :


''Today,if your parents are suffering because of you;
    then, tomorrow it will be you''.                                          


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Inspirational Tracks Between Departure And Arrival

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 15; the fifteenth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

Standing on a platform,watching you going away from me have been pricking me with every passing moment.You were waving your hand and the train was moving but my heart was palpating more than the train.I waved my hand till I could see  you .I couldn't hold tear in my eyes for so long and it went through its way rolling down from my cheeks though I tried not to cry in front of you as I wanted you to go with a smile and not with tears in eyes.The flashback roll of moment we have shared together were flapping in my mind.

Then I felt a warm touch of hand on my shoulder,the touch was familiar to me since birth,that was my mom indeed.she hugged me to make assure that she is with me.

Then I looked down onto the lonesome track which questioned me the reason for my pain.The unspoken words from the track told me that you are lucky enough but nobody felt my pain.I have been crushed by the train several times.Still waiting to be crushed again.But this time I want to be crushed for you;I am waiting for the train which will bring happiness on your dull face with sobbing eyes.Those track were so inspiring and I felt small in front of those tracks.[ lesson:You can take inspiration from anything and just need a vision and sensitive heart]


 
Alston Station by Wandering Soul
Courtesy-www.devianart.com


Finally left the platform with a smile that came through the track's inspirational unspoken words and warmth of my mother's support.

Tracks O inspiring tracks

The train now I can’t track

It left me crying

It let me dying

You are the evidence of my pain

I am too much strained

But you are so calm

Still holding tears on my palm

I will come again with hope,

There is some connecting rope

which will call me again.

To relieve all my pain.

Days passed and passed one by one and the day for which I had  been waiting finally arrived.I reached the railway station again but with a smile and looked at those tracks again but this time with a smile and conveyed unspoken thanks to those inspirational tracks.

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