Mr & Mrs Mathur wedding and my trip expereince - Kota- Rajsthan.

Hi I know every journey is an interesting journey for people. It holds lot of mixed memories, some purpose.  Mine too belong to same category, but I will prefer too keep it in special coroner of my heart. As these ten days ( kota, Asam, Meghalaya) was one of those beautiful days of mine which may not come back with same aura, whenever I turned back , but yes with enthusiasm  I can say I has some beautiful and great time in my life of own, complete my own. It’s started from 5^th Feb to 13^th Feb.

5^Th I start for Kota, 6^th I had to attend the marriage. 8^th any how I had reached Delhi had to catch my flight for Gauhaati @ 10:45. And then my returning was on 12 Feb. I will any way allocate it in various parts. And then share it. Here it goes... Kota to Delhi trip – Bags checked, gifts cheqed, I had to catch my train from Nizamuddin and train was in the night 10 o’clock. Thanks to Irctc I booked one month advance online my tickets, that time it was showing waiting list 4, ohh its one month before. But as the Girly phenomena shopping @ last time also arise in me. After office I proceed to to local market to get some more bangles etc, there I saw that road side Mehandi wala who put mehndi per hand only 50 rs. That’s sounds too tempting to me. Any way I was going to attend two good friend marriages. Mehandi Job is appealing. I went and offer my hands. In half n hour I was free but now I had to move bit cautiously. I went home took my bother help kept bags in auto I was already ready then I start for station. All these take around 2 hours. My mehandi was also getting dry. Nicely I reached at station. I was having quite good time my train was standing. I went straight to to; AC CHART List assuming mine was one month waiting list by now it must have clear. I checked once twice, thrice my name was not there must be I am not able to find out. I spoke to TT. His words were like an atom bomb to me Madam your seat is not confirmed didn’t you checked earlier.  I replied arye I had booked one month advance since then it showing same. He firmly replied me too now nothing can happen you try in next train here there is no seat I can’t allocate seat. Try to speak to the TT of other train which was also going after half n hour.

All I  did I rush to ticket counter got another ticket and then tried convincing the TT, meanwhile I also made a call to the Groom Mr. Pratyush, who was all set ready to get engaged  that night. Poor fellow was not able to understand for the reason that of engagement function and noise. All he understands either I am cancelling and was convincing to come. I got no hope so I text him call me once you are free I am coming don’t worry. I manage to convince the TT and he confirmed my tickets in AC two tear.

Mahima & Pratyush

I reached kota attended the marriage function, it was really gr88 feeling meeting your old and being the witness of their union. Mahima and Pratyush both were looking awesome. School time lovers finally meet their destination. I saw both pal houses it was just on difference of 2- 3 houses in between. I could really sense how the magic would have grown. one ultimate question to Mahima, are you sure you are going to cry coz it’s just two step ahead and your new home. You can’t even cry dil se , can’t even take out tears properly . Her answer was excuse me I spend so much money on beauty parlor not to spoil my makeup. That was a joke indeed. I could sense the contentment of Mahima‘s parents for giving away their daughter to right hand. Pratyush as far I know indeed is a sweet boy with lot of love and vibrant nature. Anyone would love to be with him.

I will conclude my Kota trip as a trip of bringing up lot of fun, enjoyment, good food, and meeting old pal. These entire combination clicks rare in time.

Well next early morning I had to catch my train because according to that my entire next schedule was plan... I reached Delhi on 7th Feb 2011. All set ready for trip to Asam from 8th Feb onwards

Shifa- the little angle.

Shifa is four years daughter of my cousin sister – shama. Very cute, adorable and darling.
This 8th June she turned 4 years old. I haven’t met her since when she was two years old. But some time when I call my sister I speak to her. She speaks little totali language. And she will explain about her gudia , toys and what has her mother feed her that day, and yes this year she will be joining her school so her school name dress, and sweetly she will sing the song what she has learn in her crèche .
Nothing but when u get her company you love to talk to her and listen her stories. Day before yesterday shama called me up and asked me speak to “shifa” since morning she is eating my brain she wanted to speak to her naaz khala. I was surprised what she wants to speak to me; I asked shama why what happen. Shama reminds me, do you remember you given a green doll with golden hair to her when she was 2 month old. I said yeah a doll I had bought from Mumbai for her, but that time she was too young to handle a big doll. Shifa wanted to talk to you about that doll. Today I had given her that doll and she is very happy with doll.
And then on the otherside this was shifa, in her mumble language, Naaz khala when I was small you given me this green doll. I replied yes darning I had given you this doll. You were very young that time.
She said I loved the doll- eske baal bahut acche hai( the doll’s hair is really good and she is liking the doll)
I told her I am very happy you liked the doll, then she said khala “Thank you” aap bahut acchi doll di.
I sleep with her keep her along with me. I was overjoyed with a small girl gesture of acknowledged.
These days when we are not bothering and became so ruthless to each other, and always count I have done this much for you and you haven’t been fair to me on small issue. Shifa a four years old girl taught me something. Shifa I am proud of you darling.
And this I have written for you, so one day you will be little big I can share this, I am sure you will again love it. Love you beta.

zindagi roz class leti hai..........amazing advertisement by Britannia!!!!

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Zindagi Roz Class leti hai, life explained in few verses 

This question was rotating in my mind since few days. And Look at the Luck today morning while watching this video, i get almost my answer. Brilliant work to know and feel. simply superb.

These lines "Zindagi roz class leti hai ", as a child we go to nursery , then school, then collage then out of those bricks and wall and in real life. Meeting different set of ppl, some are justified to get along some are, some are why I m tolerating them. Though life take a class on this what we read what we know what we live, life is above on all this. It teach us every day to make us more prepare for the exams. Life Is indeed The best teacher.
It teach us much every day keep buzzing the life with the teaching yet we are at a time not able to find out what it want to share.

Truly said Believe in your dream believe in you and follow your omens ,Life always gives us omens, doesn't matter good or bad.
Sometimes I really believe that everything "is fixed"; pre-decided for us, but we are incapable to read the signs. The point is to learn how to listen to your heart and then follow your dreams to fulfill the destiny. and may be this video was one of those omen . Insha Allah will further explore the life ahead, to know more to learn more and will smile at every chapter. m sure he will place me there :)

Girl You'll Be A Woman Soon Neil Diamond

I meet a seven month hero and strong mother Sheema DI, & realise " yes God you are there and you listen to us "

Last 15 days was complete a new turn of my life towards looking at life and its new lesson.

First of all I say thanks to “Allah “for choosing me and making me a mediator  for his work. (This is my ultimate moment  to remember life time)

The narrative start with one morning call of my cousin shabnam aapi  whom we call gudia aapa. She called me up and give me a no of her  school fren  “ Sheema  Di” asked me to speak  to her who  was in Delhi.  her child had some health problem,  I was getting late I just note down the no in a piece of paper and kept in my bag, and replied  aapa oki I will do that.

Believe me, I forgot it in the busy schedule, as the lady was not much known to me and was my sister school fren , me and  my sis share a good  age gap. In the evening when I was planning for pack up from work and  was keeping my stuff in bag, the piece of paper in that I wrote sheema di no came in to my hands, I was about to through thinking some tatty paper , a colleague turn toward me to ask something and while talking I opened the paper and realized arye I had to speak to her, and casually dial her no , thinking  weather  she will remember me or not.

On a surprise she knew me talking very slowly she told me about her 7 month baby has crack in his heart and was referred to “ AIIMS New Delhi” I felt sad for her and asked her does she has visited, she replied yes but the AIIMS system is very rigid and there is waiting of no. she wished she get the bed allotment for her baby soon. I replied yeah didi AIIMS is little rigid and time taking hospital to get cure. But don't worry u are in the right place.

In the night I spoke to my aapi in detail and get to know  few details about sheema di. Aapi  was aware about her and she told me few more thing , sheema di was in troubled marriage of seven years. I felt bad for her and thought how much she had suffer. By that time we didn’t realize the seriousness of baby’s health. Aapa asked me to meet her at least once and I replied OK, on Sunday I will see her.

On Sunday around in the afternoon I was feeling lazy to go out and thought of postpone the plan till evening, then suddenly my brother yelled  at me , where u keep your phone aapa is trying you and she is worried, I took the phone  aapa was worried and asked me to go instantly   to AIIMS,  to see sheema Di  and Baby. Baby condition was serious.  I didn’t know what to do then thinking of Aapa I change the cloths and took my bag and went straight to “ AIIMS “ emergency ward , and there I Meet  “ Satyam” the 7 month hero who was fighting for his life lying in the bed with oxygen support on his face, trying to breath.

He saw me from oxygen cover, and First thing I notice in his eyes is “Life” an urge of leaving and exploring the surrounding. The atmosphere there was very tranquil,  I didn’t knew what to do, I spoke to Sheema di’s father he was accompany her there. The baby was in need of urgent operation. There was few formalities to taken over.  I don’t know what was enriching me  baby or spark in his eyes, I forgot everything and was running to do whatever I possible can do, his case was complicated and critical, at a time feeling very scare and talking to myself will he survive. Very unsure I was due to his changing condition. I don’t know how he became a essential part of my life those days as if I share a relation, got panic some time asking and shows a hostility to god “ why you don’t let him live at-least for Didi. She has suffered so much. He was in icu for inspection, and his entire body was bothered with equipments. 

Didi husband was no-where to support her in a such a difficult time, her father was old , but we both keep boosting her baby will be fine. In fact what we were boosting her. Her impasse marriage itchiness and people whom u believe respect this institute of marriage and her old tradition pati pati hota hai already taught her to stand alone and take the responsibly of her own. She was fully aware of everything but brave lady never complain god why he is doing with her. Simple in nature and timid to look in this lady was far courageous from inside.

I was in constant touch with my aapa and was doing whatever she used to ask me. She was too very worried and keep praying for her. Though she was miles away but in those days she was with us  I was only representing her.One day when baby condition was unstable sheema di was so down, she cried  cried and told me everything , asked me to ask from my  “ Allah” to give her back her baby. She was fine with his husband moroseness towards her and baby.

She asked me if I know any temple. I took her to an temple of “ goddess durga “ being a Muslim I was little awkward  taking her there and let her do all rituals , the temple had a huge line, and she stood in the line quite long time for darshan “ entire time she was praying and her eyes was rolling tears down. I bet knowing her and looking her at that condition any brave could have surrender.

I Don‘t know what to do looking at the sky I pray to him the almighty omnipotence where ever you are please listen to her. Please give her life give her peace give her strength. And said "And your God is One God: There is no god but He, Most Gracious, Most Merciful. And he listens to us. i know u can take it or give us what is best to be, I pray I wish u grant her and grant her strength" .And today you listen to a Mourn of mother, yes its seems you listen me,
Next morning  I spoke to didi Satyam was getting better and recovering  doctor said if he would  be in same pace of recovery he will alright. I was so happy from inside for di and satyam new life. I wish him a healthy life, I was so happy you taught me Allah magnitude of life “show me a way of going ahead with heart without thinking how ppl will assume about you. Show me that there is no pain bigger if one believe that he is there to take care of you. Stand truthful he is there to resolve everything. Making me understand the significant of parents And their unconditional love towards their children.

Shabnam aapa said you are my real Naaz beta and I love you. I love you too Aapa , and thankful to you from core of my heart to help me to find a new enriching chapter . You are one of  best of friend for your friends ever I meet and best of lady to know.

2000- 2009 Ten years & I still find each day too short

10 years! One decade is about to complete in few days of this 21^st century. And I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, for all the walk I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to meet. 

As the year 2009 comes to close many fellow have began to discuss not only their tops of the decade and New Year of such. You know, few who think it's so important that they need to make a grand stand about it with friends close peers in disk/ malls / pub and what ever option a metro life offer them. Few think what rubbish back in the year 2000 was quick to bash anyone who said the new millennium because they were better than them for knowing that technically 2001 was the new millennium.

 What ever it is I look at this with   “My Ten Years” why my ten years not because it’s a new millennium first decade, not because my life is getting end here. My ten years is closed to me because this is the span of time from where my own actual journey get starts like many others of my age.

A school girl to livening life of my own, meeting odds in,  sometime living in my comfort zone &

some time breaking them. Looking back towards those ten years, the most important thing in my life was to get good marks and make myself presentable in school. Life was only in school coaching classes and being with my friends and of course lots of fun mischievous acts.Yes I was ambitious and had many dreams like other teenagers and agenda of my life to prove myself in front of my “papa” . Two years passed and I joined Aligarh Muslim University, three years there and by the time my big eyes had big dreams to explore metropolitan city Mumbai, 

breaking my first comfort zone, of deciding going alone leaving everything behind, every swaying offers behind.
I had no Idea what made me influence to let my self  be in Mumbai, as only in six month It was complete deprived cultural shock to me. The kind of family I had and the kind of back-ground I had belonged , taking these rough decision was not an easy attempt and had their own mode of payment . That makes you pay the price of everything you owe from life. What ever I have seen there, experience there lethal but true realities of life friend’s relations and  girls having the audacity to deal with any odd situation which suppressed all those odd ideas of mine about looking at women as a week and timid creature. I had now this capacity to look thing beyond the circumstances. Mumbai gave me my first identity, it made me realize Hard work self courage never goes rundown. It put me many times in odd situation but however always helped me to come out of it.
It given me excellent friends given me a new direction and made me see my dreams through, and then I broke  my comfort zone or call it destiny made me to do so, Delhi was calling and on sudden I was in Delhi.

This time more prepared missed hideously my friends, their support they cheers " Naaz you can do,  you are unique believe us " . with this there was the changes and experience lethal realities of life and paying price of many unwanted situations, realizing weakness of mine , on sudden I was again alone I was again out of the gathering. Life made me see altogether new equation which was derived due to I would say “law of reciprocate.” . I Took time to accept few thing and was no more dependable for my happiness sorrow on anyone. I got ample amount of time of my own self,  did new things which was always in back stage, understood everything changes with time better to accept it early, understood there is no one wrong or  right, its only the states of mind how we take it.

Some time I think what If I wouldn’t had come to Delhi, and get my answer also. This was not me who came to Delhi this was a destiny call who has created things and made me leaving my comfort zone since these last ten years. Every time I had an option to quit and every time I know what I am doing and how it may turn. I had got a new and good destination in career in life, more mature in thought more subtle and stable....

 10 years -a school girl to livening life of my own. When I turn back I think I had laps many thing but gain equally. And in all shorts and falls gain and high, I live truly; smile smile & smile & some time laugh for everything. :)

Some time I think where after one more ten years?  No idea may be no where,  may be with two kids and running behind them , may be with an adorable life time friend “ hubby ” may be an unwanted  situation , may be in an idiotic life,  would not comment further. What ever it is  one thing I know when I will turn back and look at my laps and in all shorts and falls gain and high , evaluating from there I will be smiling as today. and I am firm about it. :)

Love you life, love you my Ten years you are precious :)

Miss you Mashkallies , U taught me lesson

My Mashkallies are not anymore, they are killed by a cat. I was not there to save them. I am missing their presence their coo coo.
It seems Allah sends them to fill my life with their company and also wanted me to grow with one lesson when he asked back my mashkallies.

They were there with me, making me cheer, everyday after work I used to rush home to chq they are fine, have eaten and playing.
Their family-bond made me realized, no matter how strong we are, we need somebody to care for us, to think for us, to wait when we comeback from anywhere. And that is
What a family is there to fill these requirement.
No matter how the members are, a family is family united and there for each others. Because when this word “Family” is there no matter how alone u became u are never alone.
Their coo - coo and play make me think, even they are small in nature, and yet not able to fly, they are living every movement. Yes even we also did it in our child hood, but why we forgot it today. Coz we are grown up. Is there a set period of time to say cheers, to live. Why not almost every-day.
After few days there was one add on member in their family another pigeon may be a male one, not sure about it. Now with my mashkallies and their mother they were four compile, “Ham do Hamare do”

They used to play eat and do gutergoo together, I stopped keeping alarm with me there was no need for it, before I wake up, they were the one who used to make me get up for the morning.

During all that time my mom came to Delhi to visit me, I introduced her with my new frens, and asked her not to bother for them. She was fine and laughed “Accha Insaan kam pad gaye the Jo Kabootaro se dosti” :)

And then there was that night of their departure from my life. I remember I was not well, had cough n fever , I took my medicine open the window, my mom asked me to keep it close and sleep as I may again get cold. I was like if I closed the window, how they will go. So I decided not to close, I never knew that not doing this, actually I had invited their death this time. (This gives me a lesson, there is a time when we do thing rationally good, and in welfare, taking pain on ur behalf but it may turn out in all different shade may be very ugly , you betray it entire life, but you can’t change this. Life is unfair sometime but always fair in long term)

I fall asleep while, thinking about them, that they are growing and soon they will too start skipping and fly like their parents. They will to start going in search of food, them friend then have family.
(Life is an endless process it never stops with its yes and no till last breath)

It was mid of the light, I had taken cough syrup before sleep, due to this my eyes was heavy, I got up with some light noise or the pain which I felt that I got a punch on my heart. Only five minutes everything was over. Before I could stopped the cat, she ate one mashkallies and one was terribly choked in his nails. She came from the window, I was screaming, they were dead, and the cat took his upper part in his mouth and jumped from the rack, I tried to stop her. But she was more lithe then me, and ran away from where she came. My Mom got up, she too felt upset and asked me to sleep. She decided to clean it up everything from there next morning.

I couldn’t sleep for rest entire night, everything was getting flash baked to me, I felt so helpless, was complete deprived, wanted them back and I knew this, It now a destiny call. God asked them to comeback, even before they flee and see the world, even before they would have did all what others regular pigeons do ( Some time u plan, u are positive and do all your best but its destiny who decide )

Morning the one out of that four pigeon came, he was safe , he was keep on looking for them till evening. He saw their corpse was unable to express but was looking deep sad.

I only said “ I am sorry to you ” couldn’t save your family ( some time you are sorry but the depth of pain can’t refill no matter how much you try ) I went for my work, as I also wanted to divert myself from the loss . Whole day in office this all incident was in my mind.
I was not very keen to go back home. Every body was there but their coo- coo presence was not anymore. After few days the other pigeon stopped coming to my room. The cat was never seen after that awful night, as she only came to kill them. I stopped keeping my window open. And I realized “No matter how attached you are you had to look further Life is endless process. Their death has completed their story before it can begin. We yet to see many things. Keep moving ahead. Sometime with some one, and some time alone. No matter with how many people you are surrounded at a time u are complete alone. Just Move Even if hard to put your step so you don’t died with regret of not living your life. Life has given you full chance to live, and live it before you said I forgot.

Miss you Mashkallies you were be always there in memories.May Almighty Allah bless your soul.

My Mashkalli Mom is smart “Momma”

My Mashkalli's Mom is smart “Momma” Good Morning Madam it’s going to 7 clocks in the morning. Open the window you lazy human being. This is the way my morning kick starts these days.

My new guest Mashkalli’s mother is giving me little gyaan syaan. And being not that level stranger.

She now knows I am not going to create any hurdle in their family life, and I am also part of the room. She is now little chilled out and let me see her new born baby from the distance.

Hope soon she allowed me to play with them

The day before yesterday I was very upset and the tears were rolling down of eyes due to some reason , I realized some body is gazing , I looked here n there it was my mushkalli ’ S MOM , and when the we look at each other she skipped from here to there trying me to say don’t worry darling we there with you.

I love them for thier simple attitude in life, for the way her mom is teaching them.

Ye raat gahri bahut aur usase gahre eske iraade

To kya hua kar hausla bulund tu,

Ham bhi to hai sath tere .

Mere Ghar aai ek " Mashkalli " Ohho pyari se " Mattakl...

Mere Ghar aai ek " Mashkalli " Ohho pyari se " Mattakl

This is one of the cutest and wonderful story of my life which I came across few days before. Its start in the house we have taken on rent in North Delhi with my brother and cousin. This was two room set house wd and open roof . Our Land lord was on ground floor and we were in first floor.

With God grace I got extremely caring and good natured landlord ppl. I had taken one separate room for myself and other room was shared by my brother. We kept Tv, Comp

all in their room.

My room was with my stuff and books and had more bookish environment.

There is big window which open on road side from my room. And closed to that I put

my bed. on opposite side of it there is one rack side, where I kept those stuff which I don’t use regularly. It was quite long platform kind of and spacious place.At a time when in the morning I forgot to closed the window, and come back from my work I used to find pigeon leaping from here to there. There is one pair who found their house in my room, and they choose the rack side.

In the beginning I didn’t realize that I had few guest in my house who are royally living in my room and enjoying. Then One Night while I was browsing a book I realized their

“Gutargun” in light tone of voice. a pleasant voice, 'cooing' sound and most have about 4 or 5 types of calls.

I was initially scared who is there in my room, then realized this mid pitch is coming from the rack side. I kept my book aside and decide to see is there any pigeon forgot to go their home? I stood on chair to see what’s happening on rack and only I said “Oh My god” there is one “lofts” they have created with small dry gross paper, and wood sticks. There is one seems to be female pigeon was sitting on small eggs.

I couldn’t stand there for long and get down as she was equally scared by me and was staring me who “who the hell she is? Came to see my house that too without my permission”

Any way Morning I spoke to my brother about this, and he was “ yaar wo apna ghar bana rahe free me ” ham eggs utha ke bahar kar dete hai and u closed your window and keep cheqing the room.. I was little anguish with this, why to remove their eggs and home, and decided my small guest will stay in my room. This way first time I had “pigeon Room Partner”

I had a strict warning to my brother and his friends not to disturb them otherwise

“ Anzaam bahut bura hoga” . I have sweet brothers they easily get bounce with these kinda scolding.

I was watching their activity every evening I used to open one side of my window for their better transportation , and used to keep little uncooked rice or other grin so they don’t need to move any where far from their house.

Though still I was stranger for them and I too avoid going and chqs eggs if they were around. I was waiting for young pigeon to come out of their eggs and wanted to hear their

“Cooing”.

Two days before I was getting ready in my room for office the window was closed.

Suddenly there is one pigeon came out from rack and flee towards the window side. It seems He kept his small egg in his mouth; I was horrified and blank out what to do. He was roaming here and there. I open the window and went out of the room, he flee away.

I didn’t have dare to go and chq their lofts.I went to my work, in the evening when I came in my room, I found one egg ‘shell in my room, with little blood on it. It seems that young pigeon was out of their shell.

I was equally excited but didn’t dare to go n see as their parents cooing and presence was there and more over I didn’t feel like disturbing “A New Family bounding”

It was such a pleasant time. Next day in the night time again as my routine I was reading my books,I hear very pleasant and light “cooing” voice and I realized ohh the Mashkalli is there in my house.

It was such a pleasant time no matter you are a human being or a bird, the mother was their with them, feeding them taking care of them. She used to head off her wings to give them more comfort, and enjoying her motherhood time.

I saw them in the morning. Very small cute who were not able to walk, or fly I feel like touching them but was scared with their mother how she will react.

I feel like singing this song “Mere Ghar aai ek “Mashkalli” Ohho pyari se “Mattaklii”Door gagan se us par, meri mashkalli..

I said thanks to “Allah ” to give me a beautiful chance to live this movement.

Thank you God….