Tuesday, December 31, 2013

The Bygone Year--2013

It has been a good year. A year of change. After five months of marriage, I relocated to be with Az (my husband). I quit my comfortable job. I left my home state and moved to Delhi.

It has been a year of adjustments. Adjusting with my new family members, adjusting in a different house, adjusting to a different way of life, adjusting to the new roles I am expected to play. In short, adjusting to a whole new environment. In the same way, Az's siblings had to adjust with me. I feel like a warden or a matron of a hostel and still in process of domesticating them to my ways. And I must say, we have done good so far.

It has been a year of emotions. I have been overwhelmed by the love bestowed on me by my new family especially by Mom and Dad. On the other hand my heart becomes heavy when Ma says that they miss me. Again throughout the year, I have missed home, missed being employed, missed my single life, missed being pampered and have cried many a times. Mostly I have been angry a lot. I know it had affected the people around me and I regret that truly. I had been irritated by smallest of things like why a used cup has not been kept in the wash basin.

This year I had won a blogging contest. Turned a book reviewer. Started as a visiting faculty. Also it had been a year of family time. I spent  good times with Namz (my kid sis) who also stays in Delhi. Mom visited for a month. Maa, Deta and Parul ba too came to visit for a month. But the highlight was the trip Az and I took to the hills on our first wedding anniversary. That was the time I felt unbridled and unshackled.

The bygone year had been a milestone year in my life. 

The coming year, I resolve to become a better person... A better daughter, a better sister, a better wife and a  better human being. I know I need to work on my anger and I resolve not to be affected by trifle matters and see only the good in people around me.

Monday, December 16, 2013

Dream's Mystery

Dreams (the ones we see while asleep) have always fascinated me. Wikipedia defines dreams as "Dreams are successions of images, ideas, emotions, and sensations that occur involuntarily in the mind during certain stages of sleep". I had read somewhere that if we maintain a dream journal, it can be interpreted to reveal hidden significance or even future. Sigmund Freud, who developed the discipline of psychoanalysis, wrote extensively about dream theories and interpretations. He explained dreams as manifestations of our deepest desires and anxieties, often relating to repressed childhood memories or obsessions.

Deta (my father) is a avid reader and has a interesting collection of books of diverse genres. In his collection he had books on interpretation of dreams. There was a time while I was home that the first thing I would do on getting up in the morning was to rush to his room and check out that particular book to interpret what my dream meant.

We are not only less reasonable and less decent in our dreams... we are also more intelligent, wiser and capable of better judgment when we are asleep than when we are awake.  ~Erich Fromm

My dreams had always been haphazard, never  sequential. One moment something is happening and the next something else is happening. Just like everybody else I too mostly forget what I was dreaming about the moment I am awake. But there are certain things that I dream about repeatedly, like:
  • Being back in school.Although the setting is my school, my fellow students are a mix from my school, colleges and university. Sometimes I am writing my exams and my pen stops working or I don't reach the hall on time and so on. Except my kinder-garden, I have done my entire schooling from a single school, that is eleven years. May be that's why I dream about it so much. 
  • The house that our family accommodated for two decades. Different dreams but the same house.
  • Vomiting. Yes I know, that's gross but I do that a lot in my dreams. I am actually kind of sick of doing that over and over again.
Then there is one dream I distinctly remember. I was quite young and was suffering from high fever. I dreamed that I am inside some giant machine I am making my way risking my life through the giant clockworks and hammers. And if I miss a step, I could be crushed. May be I watched too many cartoons but that dream stayed with me.

I have grown up hearing what certain dreams meant from up grown-ups around me. Like if you see white things in your dreams, it is good and black is bad. Good dreams should not be shared or they will not come true. On the contrary, bad ones (nightmares) should be shared or they will come true. Some were silly like if you consume meat in your dreams it means you will suffer from a upset stomach.

Write TribeAs far as I remember my dreams have mostly been neutral, neither happy nor sad. And mostly they are abstract as if they are puzzles to be solved. Sometimes they are absolutely absurd. But whatever they are, they keep the mystery alive.

Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives.  ~William Dement

Saturday, December 14, 2013

People Stories

Have you ever considered how many people you meet or simply see everyday? 
  • There is one set of people we actually know. We know them on a personal level. We know about their lives, their stories and about their families. Such people are usually family, friends and colleagues . 
  • There is another set which are mere acquaintances. These are people whom we meet occasionally, i.e. hi and bye types. This set can be our regular grocery shopkeeper, milkman, security guard,  our office receptionist, etc. 
  • And finally, there is one set of people whom we just see or hear about. Everyday as we go about our lives, we see people but don't know anything about them. People on the roads, people we see while commuting, shopping, in hospitals, restaurants and everywhere else we go.
Write TribeBut have you ever thought that each of these people have a story of their own. Every single one of us has a story and yet none of the stories are same. Everyone has a different tale to tell. Each one of us are at a different timeline and each of one of us has a separate deadline. Each story full of emotions, struggles, sacrifices, compromises and triumphs. Each story dotted with failure and despair. Each story rich in inspiration and hope. And yet, each day we go about without knowing about the stories around us. We go about without a hint what each of the people's stories can teach us.

My post The Human Web is on similar lines.

Thursday, December 12, 2013

Memory Travel

As a kid, Namz (my sister) and I have traveled a lot with our Koka and Aita (our maternal grandparents). Deta and Koka served in the same university and so we got ample time to spend with them. Whenever Koka had to go any official tour and if we had our holidays then, we would hop into his official white ambassador car. Of course Aita and Maa would also be there.

The journey was mostly to and fro between Jorhat and Guwahati (in the State of Assam) which was a distance of around  300 km. Most of the time Namz would be on Koka's lap. Koka used to be Namz's best buddy and prized possession. The whole way we two would quiz Koka--which place were we passing by, what is the name of the river we just crossed, what is the next town/village we were about to reach, what was the meaning of the traffic signboards with zig-zag lines/ a running boy with a school bag/curves with arrow marks, a railway track, etc. And the best part was Koka never told us to shut up. He would go on patiently, answering all our queries. And that is how I learned about traffic sign boars, rivers and hills in Assam, distance in time between different towns and so on.

We had fixed places to stop for our tea, snacks and other meals. Also we had relatives in the different places along the way and so we visited them also. Koka would also buy us chips (Uncle Chips was the only brand available then), Cadbury gems, tangy candies and dry fruits. Everything was divided between Namz and I equally, down to the last potato chips or gems.

For stretches of the journey, Namz and I would turn around in our seats and watch the road we just covered through the backside window. Another stretch I would just gaze out of the window and follow the moon (if the sun had set) or the electric wires pole to pole by the side of the highway. Of course napping was also on the menu.
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May be because of this traveling routine, I don't mind traveling long distances. I don't get bored or sick. In fact, I learned to enjoy it. And all thanks to Koka for that.


Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Music in My Life

Most of the people who know me do not know that I had been briefly trained in Indian classical music. Well, it was only for a few years and I did not continue it further. It is a different story that no one actually believes this when they hear me sing!

It was Aita (my maternal grandmother) who pushed my sister (Namz) and me towards classical music. She herself is a good singer and knows how to play the harmonium. Well, she is actually brilliant in all kind of cultural activities. After her it was Maa. Although we two sisters attended the classes once a week and practiced regularly for around an hour, we were never kind of dedicated to it. But yes, we love music. I think music rule our genes! Like my side of the family, Az's (my husband) side of the family enjoy music too. Az and his brothers break into a song at the drop of the hat.

Deta used to listen to and play music every evening. I solved maths problems listening to music. Namz and I shared a room and we would take music breaks between our studies and switch off the lights, lay on beds and enjoy. We would save money to buy cassettes (Yes, I grew up in the era of cassettes) and also exchange cassettes with our friends and make copies. It was time of pop music and pop we did.

Of course, we enjoy music of different genres. I have music for every mood. Sometimes I wake up with a particular song on my lips. And for the whole day it will rerun on my lips like a stuck record. And finally I have to listen to that song. I am sure it happens with almost everyone of us. 

Since cassettes have made way to mp3 music has now become extremely portable. Today, I cook while listening to music. Music it is when I clean my room, fold  clothes and make the bed or sometimes when I take my bath. It makes me happy. I brings a spring to my step. It warms up my heart. With music, whatever I am doing becomes fun.

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More on music in my life in my post "Music Tape Magic".

Tuesday, December 10, 2013


Write TribeI have already posted on this theme once couple of years back and the title was Book-Smitten . So I am re-posting the same here as a entry to the Write Tribe Festival of Words-2.


Instant "Noodle'ly" Happiness

While growing up, instant noodles in the house was a strict no-no. Ma would say that one particular spice in the taste-maker was harmful and so instant noodles for us. Our fellow mates would busk in the mouth watering tastes of Maggi and Top Ramen instant noodles, while we would try to reason with Ma. The only exception would be when we used to be sick. And sometimes the concerned companies would distribute their instant noodle packs in our school for promotion and that evening we hungrily feasted on them. But yes, we used to have the normal noodles all the time.

When I moved to Kolkata for my UG course and stayed in the hostel, the most liberating fact was that I could have instant noodles as and when I wanted. As we were not allowed gas stoves in the hostel, we cooked the noodles in electric kettles. But my affair with instant noodles took a leap ahead when I moved to Tezpur for my PG studies. My friends there introduced me to instant noodles cooked with vegetables and eggs. It was lip smacking. Since then I have come a long way. I now cook them with veggies, eggs, soya-bean chunks or chicken sausages/hot-hogs and the dish has become one of my specialties.

As I started working and living on my own, instant noodles became kind of my staple food. I would try all brands available in the market and also never fail to taste the new ones too. Although Maggi used to be and still is popular choice, I was never a big fan of it. Several years ago, Top Ramen used to be my favourite, then came Wai Wai. In between, Knorr soupy noodles topped my list. But now Yippee rules since it hit the market.

As I said Maggi never excited me. But during my trip to Himachal (To The Hills & Back) last month, I saw it in new light. Vendors selling simply cooked Maggi with onions, tomatoes and green chillies tasted awesome. May be it was chill, the weather or the place, Maggi tasted different there.

Write TribeMy idea of enjoying a bowl of my special instant noodles is watching a movie or an episode of my favourite shows on my laptop. And doing this simple thing makes me beam with cheer. And yes, a well cooked bowl of instant noodles never fails to give me instant "noodle'ly" happiness.

Monday, December 9, 2013

A Memory of Pain & Care

As a growing kid, I used to suffer from regular leg pain. And often one of knees would get locked. In such situations, the one person I would call for was Deta (my father).

I remember playing and running around on the front lawns and suddenly my knee would get locked. I would only shout for Deta. And he would come and ease out my knee.

Whenever I had my spells of leg pain he would tell me that I was growing taller and so my bones were getting stretched. Pain relief ointments and sometimes a medicinal fish oil would be applied on my ailing leg. He would gently massage my leg, his hands moving from my knee towards the toes of my foot. And he would say that he is pushing the pain out of my leg through the toes.

One would wonder why the memories of suffering from pain would have any significance. The thing is Deta is not known to be someone who expresses his care, concern and emotions openly. So when he attended to my ailing leg, he showed that he cared. That was special. And so the memory of him helping me to ease my pain is also very special.

Write TribeEven today, when my legs or hands pain, I remember how Deta used to push away my pain through my toes. And I would feel special all over again. Deta, I love you.

(When I was writing this post, Deta called.  I could not help but smile.)

Friday, December 6, 2013

To The Hills and Back

On the way to Khajjiar

In the month of November, my husband (Az) and I took a trip to the hills. It was our first wedding anniversary and also the first holiday together after our wedding. We chose to visit Dalhousie and Mcleodganj, including their neighbouring areas, located in the hill state of Himachal Pradesh. My parents and sisters had visited the same a month earlier and recommended the places highly. 

Dalhousie-view from the hotel
On reaching Pathankot (in Punjab) in the morning from Delhi, we took a taxi for our trip. Our driver and guide or the trip was L paaji (brother). It took us around 3 hours to reach Dalhousie. The route itself was beautiful. We made our way through serpentine roads, going around hills vegetated with gorgeous tall pine trees. It usually starts to snow in Dalhousie in the last days of November. As we were visiting in the first week of the month, it was very unlikely for us to witness snow. But I wished real hard for snow as I had never seen snow in my life. We reached dalhousie in the afternoon and L paaji left us for the day. We checked in to a hotel and chose a room on the 2nd for to get a clean view of the valley. Dalhousie is a small town with small population. It was not crowded at all and very peaceful. The weather was foggy , then sunny and then suddenly it started to rain. All in a matter of a couple of hours. And to our pleasant surprise, rainfall transformed into snowfall. My excitement knew no bounds. It was the first snowfall of the season. And I mouthed a silent thank you to the Almighty.

The next morning, we made our way to Khajjiar for sightseeing. Khajjiar is on a lower altitude than Dalhousie, but to reach it we have to cross the higher parts of Dalhousie. So even  though the snow in Dalhousie had melted away the previous evening itself, the way to Khajjiar was still covered in snow. What more could I have wanted! L paaji said that we were lucky to witness snow so early in the season. When Az told him how I was wishing for snow, L paaji asked me if I fast for any of the gods or goddesses as my wish had come true. We stopped on a spot to enjoy the snow. I wanted to taste some of it too but Az warned me against it. But I did put a bit in my mouth when he was not looking.

Panaromic view of Khajjiar
Khajjiar is simply spectacular. It is basically a stretch of plush lawns of natural grass, surrounded by pine hills. And there is a water body in the middle. But the clean and fresh air, the greenery all around and the sunlight makes it a gorgeous view. We spent a good couple of hours there. Then it was time to move to Mcleodganj.


An old church
We reached Mcleodganj in the late evening. Mcleodganj is basically upper Dharamshala. The next morning we went off to visit the Dalai Lama temple in the town. We were in luck as it was a Monday and His Holiness himself was present delivering his sermon. It was a sprititual experience. Then we went to see the nearby sightseeing spots of Naddi, a church, Dal Lake and Panchkula. Naddi is basically a viewpoint from where we could see the valley and snow clad mountains. The view was grand. Panchkula point is basically for trekking. Next to the Bhagsunag temple in Mcleodganj, there is a lovely waterfall known as the Bhagsunag waterfalls. Instead of walking on the pathway leading to the waterfall, Az and I chose to climb down to the river instead. It was a lovely day with clear sky, soft sunlight and cool breeze. We sat for a long time on the rocks of the rocky river.

Dharamsala Cricket Stadium
The next afternoon, we checked out and made our way to Dharamsala. There we visited the serene Norbulingka Institute. It is a institute for the preservation of Tibetian culture. It is a whole different world inside the campus. Then we went to the Dharamsala Cricket Stadium where Az turned quite nostalgic remembering his cricketing days. It was late afternoon, it was finally time to say goodbye to the mountains and be on our way back to Pathankot to catch our train back to Delhi.

Food points:
Bon Appetit, Dalhousie: It is a small food joint specializing in chicken snacks. I had the best grilled chicken sandwich ever there. 

Monga's Cafe, Dalhousie: Even though the coffee is basically CCD, the ambience of the cafe is cozy and nice. 

Maggi--Enroute to Khajjiar from Dalhousie: Maggi is food of the hills it seems. Simply boiled maggi with onions, tomatoes and green chillies never tasted so good as it did near the snow covered stretch in the chilly air. 

Tibet Kitchen, Mcleodganj: We tasted some awesome authentic Tibetan food here.

German Cafe, Mcleodganj: It is actually a makeshift food joint with pebbled floor. Cuisine of various countries is available owing to the foreign crowd. Food is great.

Bakeries in Mcleodganj: Pastry cakes of the town are quite famous and they deserve to be. A variety of cakes are available.

Fish fry in Kotla
Fried fish, Kotla: Kotla is on the way to Mcleodganj. Here we tasted some tasty fried fresh fish with chutney. The fish is from the river which you can see behind the stalls.

In a nutshell, we had an awesome trip. The child in me was completely on loose and Az had to be on his toes all the time because of me! It felt liberating to act irresponsibly for sometime. As we drove down the hills, I devoured as much of the snow clad mountains as possible. I felt genuinely sad that our short holiday was coming to end. I was in no mood to come back home and be the responsible adult once again. After a long time I had let my hair down and enjoyed with every cell of my body. With a heavy heart I bade the mountains goodbye and made a silent promise that I shall come back to them, some other time, some other place.

Monday, November 4, 2013

Lamps of Cheer

Diwali has always been my favourite time of the year. The crisp air with a hint of winter, the twinkling flames of the clay lamps, lights all around, a little fog, sound of firecrackers, pretty fireworks in the sky, a smile on everyone's lips..all of it never fails to spread a warmth in my heart. The happiness and warmth I feel during Diwali, can hardly be expressed in words.

Originating from the Sanskrit word ‘Deepavali’, it literally means rows (Avali) of lights (Deepa). This festival of lights is celebrated on the darkest night (Amavasya) of the Kartik month in the Indian calendar, and it symbolizes the vanquishing of ignorance (darkness) by the knowledge (light). Diwali is celebrated for five days, each day having its own religious and mythological importance.

Logic behind lighting lamps and bursting firecrackers:
  • It is through the light that the beauty of this world is revealed or experienced. Most civilizations of the world recognize the importance of light as a gift of God. It has always been a symbol of whatever is positive in our world of experience. 
  • To Hindus, darkness represents ignorance, and light is a metaphor for knowledge. Therefore, lighting a lamp symbolizes the destruction, through knowledge, of all negative forces- wickedness, violence, lust, anger, envy, greed, bigotry, fear, injustice, oppression and suffering, etc.
  • On the onset of winter, many insects including flies and mosquitoes are increasingly found. So when lamps are lit, their flames attract these insects and kill them.
  • Firecrackers are bursted as the loud noise is believed to scare away the evil spirits.

But for me, Diwali's religious rites and rituals never fascinated me. It was always the lights, crackers, food and fun associated with it. My earliest Diwali memories and fondest memories are of Jorhat, where our family shifted when I was six years old. Deta (my father) served in an university there and we had called the university campus our home for twenty three years. There were around a dozen hostels for the students in the campus. And every year they would compete as to which hostel would be best decorated, primarily with lights. When each floor of the hostels up to the terraces would be illuminated with rows clay lamps after sunset, what a beautiful sight it used to be.

Each house too would be illuminated by its inhabitants starting from the entrance gate. In Assam, we would plant one or two banana trees at the entrance (main gate) and fix broad bamboo strips on its bark at different levels to hold clay lamps. It looks so pretty. After lighting the lamps on the trees, the gate, the veranda and the steps, I would insist on switching off the lights (the electric ones) of the house. I always feel when everything else is dark, the little lamps look the most mesmerizing.

In the campus, the outgoing batch of students would organize an event called the 'Central Diwali' in an open area. There would be food, games and prizes. My favourite would be the game of 'Housie' (Tambola). I have hardly won any rounds in housie ever, still I like to play this game.

My favourite part of this cheerful festival is lighting up the clay lamps and making rangoli. Back home, we used to get to work from afternoon itself. Washing the lamps, making them ready to be lit and drawing the rangoli. Plus the crackers would be left in the sun the whole day so that they perform well. As I started to live away from home, I started to celebrate Diwali on my own. Of course I missed my family, but the lamps of cheer refused to let my spirits dampen. Their flickering light never failed to spread warmth inside my heart. Last year, I could not celebrate properly as I was just a couple of days old bride. And this year I am in a new city and Diwali did not feel as it does back home. But this year, the lamps of cheer made me ache for home. This Diwali I longed to be home.

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

WWW Wednesday 5 (23rd October 2013)

WWW Wednesday is a weekly reading event hosted by MizB at Should Be Reading. To play along, you just have to answer the following three (3) questions…
  • What are you currently reading?
  • What did you recently finish reading?
  • What do you think you’ll read next?
My answers to the above questions are:

What are you currently reading? I am reading "Arjuna-Saga of A Pandava Warrior Prince" by Anuja Chandramouli. I have received this book from the publisher Leadstart Publishing Pvt. Ltd.  for a review.

What did you recently finish reading? The last book I finished reading is 'Marry Go Round' by Sadiqa Peerbhoy-- my review at Natasha'z Words. I had received this book also from the publisher Leadstart Publishing Pvt. Ltd.  for a review.
What do you think you'll read next? I am most likely to read "A Salesman's Lessons" by C R Jena which I received from the publisher Leadstart Publishing Pvt. Ltd.  for a review.

PLEASE LEAVE A COMMENT with either the link to your own WWW Wednesdays post, or share your answers in a comment here (if you don’t have a blog). Thanks!

Monday, October 21, 2013

Random Feels #2: I Hate When... (What makes me angry?)

In everyday life, there are so many things that make me mad. Call me judgmental, I simply can not stand certain behaviour, conduct and nature or when I am pushed into certain situations. I am trying to list down my hate points, basically the things which make a angry lady, below:

I hate when:
  • Someone tries to use my stuff without my permission or in my absence.
  • Anyone lose or damage my things when I lend them (or worse, without my permission).
  • Someone does not keep my things back in place after borrowing them. 
  • I have to lend my clothes
  • People say that washing, cleaning and cooking are not meant to be done by men (as if household chores are a woman's birthright).
  • People think that women staying at home only rest.
  • People think that the only thing women should do after getting married is to produce babies. 
  • Men assume that women are meant to be dumb.
  • Someone thinks he/she is the only one who goes to work/study.
  • Anyone treats home like a guesthouse. 
  • I have to sleep in a room full of people
  • Anyone is materialistic. 
  • The first thing people notice about things is their price tag
  • Someone's behaviour changes with every family member
  • People preach with incomplete knowledge. 
  • People do not follow what they preach
  • Ladies use their tear ducts to gain sympathy
  • People showing 'ustadi'  (loosely translated as 'I know all/I do all' actions especially in presence of a larger audience) 
  • I find dirty dishes in the sink when I wake up in the morning
  • People do not wash their own undergarments
  • Someone lies to me and worse when I find out
  • Someone do not adhere to what they say
  • Someone do not apologize when they are in the wrong
  • Someone is rude to their parents/grandparents
  • Anyone takes me for granted
  • People are over-smart
  • People honk and honk in traffic jams and signals
  • People move around in latest cars but throw empty packets and bottles on the road
  • People take the phrase 'nothing's original' literally. 
I know the list is quite long but I can not help it. But I am sure that you will be able to relate to some point or the other. So do share below as to what makes you a angry person.

Friday, October 11, 2013

Random Feels #1: I miss..

I believe everyone of us misses at least some part of our bygone days. Given a choice we would definitely want to relive some particular moments of our lives. Of late, I have been thinking of many such things. And it seems I am missing a lot of bygone moments these days.

I miss..
  • Bicycling in meandering lanes
  • Spending winter vacations in the winter sun, reading and making crafts
  • Playing carrom with my grandparents
  • My paternal grandma
  • My parents taking care of me
  • Deta teaching me how to paint
  • Ma asking me what I want to eat
  • My school days
  • Sharing a room with my sister
  • Staying in the hostel
  • Staying alone
  • Having a dog
  • Assam rains and the music they create on the rooftops
  • Going for walks on moonlit nights
  • Playing cricket with a bamboo stick and a hand ball
  • The time when cousins were as good as siblings
  • The time when Mtv and Channel V were the only channels I watched
  • My time in Kolkata
  • My hostel bed by the window, the adjacent trees and their feathered inhabitants
  • Having instant noodles for lunch/dinner
  • Being in my comfort clothes all the time in the house
  • Ma when I am sick
  • Watching my favourite shows on television
  • Being responsible only for myself
  • Not feeling grumpy all the time
  • Durga puja in Jorhat
  • The excitement of being home during festivals
And many a times I miss being the sane me...

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

WWW Wednesday 4 (25th September 2013)

WWW Wednesday is a weekly reading event hosted by MizB at Should Be Reading. To play along, you just have to answer the following three (3) questions…
  • What are you currently reading?
  • What did you recently finish reading?
  • What do you think you’ll read next?
My answers to the above questions are:

What are you currently reading? I am reading "Zoli" by Colum McCann. I had picked up the book at a book stall just by reading the blurb.

What did you recently finish reading? I recently finished reading 'The Kite Runner' by Khaled Hosseini-- my review at Book Review: The Kite Runner. I am still in the book hangover.
What do you think you'll read next? Well, I do not know yet. I am planning to get a couple fresh books. So let's see.

PLEASE LEAVE A COMMENT with either the link to your own WWW Wednesdays post, or share your answers in a comment here (if you don’t have a blog). Thanks!

Monday, September 23, 2013

The Liebster Nomination: The chain blog award

This came as a surprise :) I have been nominated for the sweet Liebster Award by my friend cum fellow blogger Dreamz and Clouds. Thanks a bunch girl!

On receiving this nomination, I set out to find out what this award is really all about. Liebster Award is an award for upcoming bloggers with less than 200 followers and for who someone believes deserve some recognition for their blogging. This is a good way to encourage people to visit new/interesting blogs. Some trivia about this award are:
  • The word 'Liebster' is german and means dearest, sweetheart, beloved and boyfriend (really!).
  • It is a chain award, that is, it needs to be passed on.
  • One can either accept this award and pay it forward, or refuse it and interrupt the chain.
  • There have been variations to the rules over time.
  • This award is by the bloggers, of the bloggers and for the bloggers!

The rules of the award are -
  1. Each nominee must link back the person who nominated them
  2. Answer the 10 questions which are given to you by the nominator.
  3. Nominate up to 10 other bloggers for this award who have less than 200 followers.
  4. Create 10 questions for your nominees to answer.
  5. Let the nominees know that they have been nominated by going to their blog and notifying them.
I am accepting this lovely award and going to play along :) So here are the rules and I am abiding by them:

  • Each nominee must link back the person who nominated them--Done
  • Here are my answers to the 10 questions given by my nominator:
  1. What do you like best about blogging?: It gives me wings to my thoughts and enables me to express what I feel and the number of things that go on in my mind and heart. It relieves me from the weight of my emotions.
  2. What is your favourite post on your own blog till now? The house that became home
  3. Are you a tea or coffee person ?: Coffee.
  4. What did you want to be when you were little?: An architect! (Lol)
  5. Three things you would not leave home without?: My wallet, a bottle of water and my cellphone.
  6. What makes you happy?: A good book, writing, watching a movie in the cinema hall and buying a pair of shoes!
  7. What is the most craziest/different thing you have done that even you had not expected of yourself?: Nothing as of now.
  8. What is the name of the book/movie (or both) that touched you the most?: (Books) The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini and Like The Flowing River by Paulo Coelho.
  9. What is your dream destination?: The world!
  10. If you were granted three magic wishes, what would you wish for?: Health of my family, world travel with my husband and a trip to the outer space.
  • My nominations for the Liebster Award are as follows:
  1. Through My Eyes
  2. Dialect of Heart  
  3. A Dreamer's Dreams
  4. She Connects-The Blog 
  • My 10 questions for my nominees are as follows:
  1. What is the last movie you watched?
  2. What is the one thing you would like to do before you die?
  3. Which is your favourite season?
  4. What is the name of the book you loved reading but the hated the movie based on it?
  5. What did you have for breakfast today?
  6. What is your favourite cartoon character?
  7. Are you a morning person or a night person?
  8. What is your favourite flower?
  9. If you decide to keep a dog (new one if you already have one or more), what would you name him/her?
  10. What do you prefer--the sea or the mountains?
  • Let the nominees know that they have been nominated by going to their blog and notifying them.--Done

Friday, September 20, 2013

Book Review: The Kite Runner

The Kite RunnerThe Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

"For you, a thousand times over"

I lovvvvvveeeed this book!! I had watched the movie few years back but was yet to read the book. I loved the movie too but it did not touch me the way the book did. Of course it never does, right!

I loved Hassan and hated Amir for hurting him. And I would love to know if Sohrab finally opens himself up to Amir and Soraya. The story is not really a happy one. But it is one which will touch your heart and demand a space in your thoughts for a long time. It is about love, trust, jealousy, friendship, brotherhood, courage and cowardice.It is about how these emotions experienced in childhood can carve out your entire life, how childhood can make who you are.

And yes, the author is an excellent storyteller. He is truly gifted. I love the way he can make you feel the emotions of the characters through his simple words.

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