Thursday, December 31, 2015

मुन्नी और ब्रेड जैम -II

Hiezzz all my dear Readers and Critics!

This is the last post of the year 2015 and I have tried to complete my incomplete maiden short story posted in the previous post. You can read the first part here. So here we go forward with  मुन्नी and her ब्रेड जैम.

मुन्नी और ब्रेड जैम -II


देशी घी का पराठा प्लेट में देख मुन्नी उदास हो गयी | मुन्नी अपनी दादी की लाड़ली थी | और दादी माँ मुन्नी को उदास नहीं देख सकती थी| जब दादी ने मुन्नी की शर्त सुनी की अगर वो एक दिन ब्रेड जैम खाकर देखे और उन्हें ना पसंद आये  तो मुन्नी अगले दिन दूध पराठा खाएगी तब दादी ने सोचा, " ये शैतान अगर रोज़ रोज़ ऐसे बहाने बनाएगी तो काम नहीं चलेगा | ज्यादा मैदा खाएगी तो इसकी सेहत ख़राब होगी , मुझे कुछ और सोचना होगा | " तभी दादी माँ मुन्नी को प्यार से बोली," मुन्नी, अगर तू आज पराठा जैम खाएगी तो मैं भी तेरे साथ नाश्ता करुँगी | बेटा ! मैं ब्रेड नहीं खा सकती | मेरे पेट में मैदा जैम जाएगा तो मैं जल्दी भगवान को प्यारी हो जाउंगी | " ये सुनके मुन्नी थोड़ा डर गयी | वो दादी को बहुत प्यार करती थी| उसने सोचा चलो ठीक है , ब्रेड ना सही पर जैम तो मिल रहा है | तो इस तरह दो पीढ़ियों ने आपस में समझौता किया और एक दूसरे की भावनाओं का सम्मान किया | दादी भी खुश , मुन्नी भी खुश और मम्मी भी खुश |



ज़िन्दगी में बहुत छोटी - छोटी चीज़ों पर बहस करके हम आपस में मनमुटाव कर लेते है | सोचते है की सामने वाला क्यों नहीं हमारी बात मान रहा | और मुन्नी की तरह हम भी कई बार घर पे सिर्फ खाने के लिए बहस करते है | कुछ बच्चे तो गुस्से में खाना ही फेंक देते है और पैर पटकते हुए कमरे में चले जाते है मानो किसी रानी का कोप-भवन हो | ये तो हुई सिर्फ खाने की बात | बहुत बार हम घर, ऑफिस, स्कूल में इसी प्रकार किसी भी छोटी- सी बात पे गुस्सा हो जाते है | जैसे की अगर किसी ने आपको गुड मॉर्निंग  नहीं बोला तो गुस्सा , किसी ने बिना पूछे आपकी पानी की बोतल खाली कर दी तो गुस्सा, किसी ने आपका पेन ले लिया तो गुस्सा, किसी ने आपसे पहले लिफ्ट ले ली तो गुस्सा, किसी ने आपको मजाक में उल्लू बोल दिया तो गुस्सा, किसी ने आपसे फ़ोन पर धीरे बात करने को कहा तो गुस्सा, किसी ने आपके साथ कॉफ़ी पीने से मना कर दिया तो गुस्सा | और भी है ऐसी कई परिस्थितियां है जहाँ हम बेवजह ही अपना खून जलाते है | कभी सामने वाले के नजरिये से भी देखिये, एक मिनट सोच के देखिये क्या वो जो कह रहा है सही है, क्या वो किसी सही कारणवश आपके साथ नहीं चल सकता , क्या सच में आपके ज़ोर से बोलने के कारण उसका सिरदर्द हो रहा है , क्या वो सच में जल्दी में है , क्या वो सच में नहीं जनता था की उसके ऐसा करने से आप गुस्सा होंगे| बस एक मिनट का मनन और आपका १ किलो खून नहीं जलेगा | खुश रहिये औरों को भी खुश रखिये | छोटी - छोटी चीज़ों में खुशियां ढूंढिए बजाय किसी बड़ी ख़ुशी के इंतज़ार में वक़्त बरबाद करने के | 


कुछ  लोग  जहाँ  जाते  हैं  वहां  खुशियाँ  लाते  हैं  , कुछ  लोग  जब  जाते  हैं  तब  खुशियाँ  लाते  हैं |
-  आस्कर  वाइल्ड
Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go.

- Oscar Wilde 

तो आप कौन से लोग है ??
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Fellas! take a resolution this year for being more rational than being stupid. Think before acting, think before reacting. Be calm and you will find the peace bringing in prosperity and happiness.

A very Happy, Prosperous, Promising and Rocking 2016 to you all  !
lllpp    pplll
Öbrìgadò!
JJJ
 

Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Tie the Title - मुन्नी और ब्रेड जैम

PREFACE 

There are a few stories which are written without any preface. With a blank yet fresh mind, you just pick up your pen after a very long long time to scribble just anything to cross-check, are you still a writer ?? :P 

So here I was in train#2991 exactly a quarter back travelling early in the morning in an almost empty coach. Ten minutes have passed by and the train had caught up the speed by then. Looking outside the window with a small bag resting on my lap, I was just thinking about nothing. All my train journeys uptil now have been heck boring and tiresome with just me with myself over the entire journey. Sadly this time also. "But hey, wait you are not alone today", my brain said. And my hand slid inside the bag to carry out the pen and paper. "So, ready for a surprise test??", my brain asked. I with no apparent emotions said ,"Ok lets try 'kuch alag' this time." My brain commanded,"Good girl! so prove that you still know how to write." I chuckled. But at the very next moment I quizzed myself and decided to break the frozen writer's block in this cold morning. Just like an extempore I started scrabbling in an impromptu manner of whatever I could think of because I just want to pass this test.

So ladies and Gentlemen, Dudes and Divas, Readers and Critics, I, Surbhi Bafna (the lost-writer-put-to-a-test) present you with my very own creation, my very own maiden short story in HINDI. Hell Yeah Guys!!!! A short story in Hindi. So stay relaxed, its no verbose this time, just a simple plain smooth read.

SPOILER ALERT - ** Don't jump to the end para right now. __/\__

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मुन्नी और ब्रेड जैम 

"मुर्गे आज कल कहाँ दिखते है? शहरों में तो उनकी बांग सुनना मुझे पिछले दो सालों से नसीब नहीं हुआ | अब तो बस चिड़िया की चहचहाहट से ही आँख खुलती हैं" दादी माँ अपनी दस साल की पोती को थपकी देकर सुलाते हुए बोली |

"ओह दादी! मुर्गे और चिड़िया सिर्फ बुजुर्गो को ही उठाते हैं | बच्चों के लिए तो अलार्म क्लॉक बनाई गयी हैं" पास में रखी घडी की ओर इंगित करते हुए पोती बोली |

"हां बेटा !ये सफ़ेद बाल कहते हैं मैं अब बूढ़ी हो गयी हूँ", नाक सिकोड़ते, होठों में अपनी हँसी दबाते हुए दादी बोली |

"बूढ़े लोगों की चिड़िया ,यंग लोगों की क्लॉक, हा s हा s हा ", दादी से अठखेलियां खेलती मुन्नी दादी की गोद में ही सो गयी|

प्यार से उसके बाल सहलाते हुए, दादी ने ध्यान से उसे पलंग पर लेटाया और मुन्नी का माथा चूमकर फुसफुसाई , " गुडनेट "|

दादी माँ ने ज़मीन पर अपनी चटाई बिछाई और भगवन का नाम जपते हुए सो गयी |

खिड़की से आती हलकी हलकी रोशनी ने सुबह की दस्तक दी | चिड़िया की चहचहाहट दादी माँ के कानों में कुछ यूँ गूंजी मानो कह रही हो ," उठ जाओ बूढ़े लोगों | तुम्हारा अलार्म क्लॉक जा रहा हैं अपना दाना ढूंढने |" दादी के शांत चेहरे पर मुस्कान की एक लकीर खींच गयी |

भिंची हुई आँखों को आराम से खोलते हुए दादी माँ ने भगवन को याद करते हुए हाथ जोड़े और निंदिया रानी की गोद में सोती हुई अपनी प्यारी पोती को देखा | कितनी शांत लग रही है यह शैतान, चुलबुली | मंद मंद मुस्कुराती दादी ने चटाई समेटी और निकल गयी कमरे से बाहर अपने दिन की शुरुआत करने|

"अम्माजी ! चाय तैयार है ", बहू ने रसोई में से आवाज़ लगायी| राख से मंजन कर दादी माँ ने रसोई घर की ओर रुख किया| गरम चाय की चुस्की लेते हुए दादी ने देखा आज फिर बहू ने मुन्नी के लिए सेन्डविच बनाने की ठानी है |आलू पतीले में उबल रहे थे और ब्रेड का पैकेट दूध के पैकेट के साथ बंद थैली से आलू को घूर रहा था |

बिंदनी !तू फिर से ये अंग्रेज़ों की डबल रोटी सेकने वाली है?

"क्या करुँ अम्माजी, दो दिन से आपकी लाड़ली जिद्द कर रही है| कल तो वह गुस्से में पूरा टिफ़िन वापिस ले आई| सारी रोटी सब्जी मुझे खानी पड़ी ," बहू रोनी -सी सूरत बना के मुन्नी की शिकायत लगाते हुए बोली | दादी ने ठहाका लगाया और बहू को समझाते हुए बोली, " अरे पगली ! तू क्या मुन्नी से डरती है ? अंग्रेज़ चले गए और ये डबल रोटी छोड़ गए | तुम्हारे ससुर जी ने अंग्रेज़ों को भगाया और तुम उनकी डबल रोटी को अपनी रसोई में शरण दे रही हो |"

हँसते हुए बहू बोली ," सॉरी अम्माजी ! आज फिर मुन्नी को आप ही समझाना |"

"बातों बातों में कब अलार्म बज उठा पता ही नहीं चला | सुबह का वक़्त बहुत जल्दी बीतता है, हैना?",अलार्म की पी s पी s सुन दादी ने बहू से कहा |

"जाइये शैतान को उठाने", आलूओं को गैस से उतारते हुए बहू बोली|

दादी माँ मुन्नी के कमरे में गयी और पुचकारते हुए बोली ," मुन्नी! ओ मेरी चुलबुल चिरैया | उठ जा|"

" हूँ s s s हम्म s s s "

"अरे ओ यंग जवान, उठो ,सुबह हो गयी है| आलाराम भी कब से बज रहा है |"

"दादी, अलार्म ! नोट आलाराम", नींद में मुन्नी बड़बड़ाई और अलार्म बंद करके फिर सो गयी|

"यंग जवान आजकल बूढ़ों से भी सुस्त है ?", दादी ने हलकी कड़क आवाज़ में प्रश्न किया|

मुन्नी फटाक से बिस्तर पर उठ बैठी और तपाक से बोली," दादी यंग जवान मतलब सोल्जर होता है और यंग मतलब जवान | आप दोनों को मिक्स कर रहे हो|"

दादी पोती की शरारतें घर को खिलखिला देती थी| घड़ी में ७ बज चुके थे | मुन्नी स्कूल ड्रेस पहनकर नाश्ते की मेज़ पर बिराज गयी |

"मम्मी !मम्मी !"

"हाँ बेटा, आई "

गरम गरम नाश्ता परोसते हुए माँ ने दादी को इशारा किया | दादी ने हाँमी भरते हुए सर हिलाया |"मैडमजी, आप अंग्रेजी बाद में सिखाना मुझे | वो क्या है ना मेरी बुद्धि कमज़ोर हो रही है | बूढ़ी हो गयी हूँ ना मैं| "

"ओह दादी ! कमओन | आप मेरी दादी हो | आप यंग मुन्नी की यंग दादी हो ", दादी की गोद में चढ़ते हुए मुन्नी बोली |

प्लेट में देशी घी का पराठा और दूध से भरा गिलास देखकर मुन्नी की शकल उत्तर गयी| वो कुछ ना बोली और रुआँसी सूरत बनाकर मम्मी की डांट दादी से लगायी|

"दादी ,मैं ये सब खाकर बोर हो गयी हूँ | आज प्लीज मम्मी को कहो ना ब्रेड जैम दे दे |"

दादी ने डांट लगाते हुए बहू से कहा ," क्यूँ बिंदनी ! ऐसा बेस्वाद खाना क्यूँ बनाया ?दे अपने यंग जवान को बासी खाना | क्यूँ तू फालतू जल्दी उठकर मेहनत करती है ?"

मुन्नी समझ गयी आज दादी, मम्मी की बजाय उसे डांट रही है |

मुन्नी फट से बोली ," दादी , सच में मुझे दूध पराठा नहीं अच्छा लगता | कभी कभी तो कुछ चेंज होना चाहिए ना | चलो आज आप भी मेरे साथ ब्रेड जैम खाओ| अगर आपको ना अच्छा लगे तो फिर मैं कल पराठा खा लूँगी|"

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तो फिर क्या हुआ आगे , क्या मुन्नी दादी को कन्विंस (convince) कर पायी ब्रेड जैम के लिए ? क्या दादी ने पोती-मोह में घुटने टेक दिए ? क्या कह रही है ये कहानी ? क्या कोई गहरा सन्देश छिपा है इसके अंदर ? आखिर क्या हुआ आगे ? क्यों कहानी में फोकस दादी -पोती के प्यारे रिश्ते से हट कर ब्रेड -जैम पर आ गया? जानने के लिए पढ़ते रहिये Vivacious Puerile |       

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P.S. When the spoiler alert says don't jump to the end para, some of the inquisitive readers cant resist themselves from bypassing the spoiler alert. So Guys, this is an INCOMPLETE short story. Sadly yes :( As I was put to a surprise test by my brain, I tried to put in all my efforts within a short span of 20 minutes (will tell you the why-20mins-story later) I was happy to write and win my brain's trust in me as a writer  (howsoever imperfect I'm). I tried to blend the subtle nuances of a daily morning in an ordinary Indian family with no apparent melodrama. I tried to capture a normal morning in some next-door family with the morning chores at pace. 

P.P.S. I apologize for an incomplete story and that too when it's my maiden short story. 
My Lord! Give me a chance to justify myself. So here I was in the train penning down in the surprise test when the train halted at the next station. A swarm of passengers buzzed inside the bogie and I was pushed aside towards the edge of the seat. (Yes, I willingly left my window seat). A lady in her late 40's sat beside me with her mother of short -stature, white hair and a lean body, may be in her late 70's who sat in the seat front of me. So yes, the grandmother in the story was drawn in from the old lady sitting in front of me. She was very jovial and I was happy to find a happy senior citizen J That's why my story carries no-extreme-sad and no-extreme-happy tone, just a complacent tone. 

Guys! when you sit in an overcrowded bogie, Oh pardon me, I forgot to mention, it was the Raksha Bandhan weekend, so you can imagine the capacity of an Indian General Class Compartment. So coming back to the story(why-20mins-story), as I was caught with the pen and paper by the Aunty (lady in her 40's) sitting next to me who was over-jovial (Indeed! she was, Ghosh!), she peeked into my test and snatched the paper from me as if the exam-over bell had rung. 
"Hi Beta! Are you writing something?? Can I see please??"
A modest me handed over my answer sheet to her. She read out loud a para (written till then) and the fellow passengers stared at me as if I had written something wrong. I felt outclassed (seriously). Just then, another newly married lady inquired, "Do you write?" As if asking if I'm a journalist or a columnist :P Oh!! how I wished to brag and boast had I had been the one but Alas! I wasn't. I said,"Yes, sometimes when I get bored." A silly answer indeed. And then the ladies and the grand lady didn't allow me to complete the story interrupting now and then to know the developments after dadi maa had woken up, after Bahu had served the tea. 

The train was speeding and so was the time unlike my story which had halted at the dining table with  a sad Munni and the aroma of desi ghee in the air . And the train finally jerked with me getting down at my destination carrying the leaflet of my maiden INCOMPLETE short story. 

After that, I tried to complete the story but I didnt know how to take the storyline forward. I couldn't think of taking off the conversation. Because the problem is - this is an over simple story with no melodrama, no preconceived notions. Yes, it is a tough task to pen down a plain story. 

The year 2015 is coming to an end and I want to complete this story before 2015 flies off. While posting this story here, I think I have been struck with some idea to carry it forward (I just think...). But still I would like to take your help to complete it. Yes, my dear Readers! I request you to pour in your suggestions and ideas for the plot. Lets see, where this simple story ends up. Even I'm also excited to see how do I end up, do I muddle the storyline or sail through smoothly. (fingers crossed , suggestions invited, wish to be triumphant \m/)


Öbrìgadò!
JJJ
 

Dream On



What doesn't let you sleep is a Dream 
And what drools you in sleep
is a Dream in sleep
Subtle and elusive it is
The power to fantasize the reality
The realm to experience the diversity.

The ghost-driven bike
Or the roller coaster ride 
The merry-merry sack
Or the scary -scary pack
Ambivalent is a Dream
Happily Sad you become 
to find 'dream-come-true-in-dream'
Or Sadistically Happy you go
to discover 'Thank God! It was just a dream'

Dreaming in a dream is reflexive
But living a dream is volunteered
What are you waiting for my dear
Go on to live the dream you cheer!


Öbrìgadò!
JJJ
 

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

You are still the one - Someone Special !

To 
My Dear Dearest Friend First Love,

I thought you were a closed chapter in the book of my life until your message after two months of college dragged me back to you. Just a simple 'Hi' was more than enough to strike the conversation, or say the trigger to shoot up the suppressed anger and blame each other for breaking up. That night we talked till midnight, hiding under the blankets to veil up the mobile lights which otherwise might have alerted our Moms of something fishy. ;) 

For you, the charming lady, here I confess you were the one whose handwriting is the one I tried to copy. The ornate flowery calligraphy, smooth curves in every alphabet!! Gosh! How do you do that?? 

Wait! What you thought?? I was going to confess something else. Haha!!! I caught you. Well! That I have already confessed before you. So no need to revise it again and again. If you wish to, then tell me, I can do hundred of times, Just for you ;) But don't make me do actual hunDREAD , pity me, Lady ! :P

So, you were all an over story after college. But the armistice or ceasefire proposed by you brought us back on track. The only medium which kept us together was the Watsapp. Sometimes I wonder had it not been there, had you ever come back to me? had we ever talked again? had we ever fought again? had we ever laughed again? Thank-you Watsapp for bringing My Charm back to me :)

But then the job separated us thousand of miles away. The new work life, new friends, new city, new air breathed inside us and the communication gap exhaled with every passing day. Distance became our excuse and infrequent pings became a habit. Gradually we got used to our 'a contact in the list' attitude. Once in a year, we used to miss each other and talked the heart out, of the whole year in one day. For me, that one day was enough. You remember me, that was all for me. 

With the growing age, my memory was fading away. Today I was just browsing my lappy and I accidentally faltered upon a folder. When I stepped inside it, it was storing YOU. So, now you were a part of some archived collection and I just found you. I was all elated to see you. Your angelic smile and my mischievous poses made the picture perfect. I went back to the happy times we enjoyed, we roamed, we ate, we rode, we studied and we cooked :D  How fond we were of each other that we kept each others' photo as wallpapers. Entire college was going crazy at our stupid acts. But we cared for none and ruled the time. :P

Suddenly, my eyes went to the lower-right corner of the screen, and I noticed it was 11:50 pm , 16-11-2015. My brain signaled, enough of smiling to yourself, now smile in dreams. But hey wait! it's 16-11. After 10 minutes, it's going to be 17-11. Ohh Shit! Hell Yeah!!! It's 17. I tried to recollect and yes it was always 17th of November. My brain suggested to crosscheck once over FB. But by the time it was already 11:58 pm. To hell be the verification, let me dial and check it with her only. It's almost 2 years since I have heard her Tweety HELLO. Let me hear it one more time.

Trin Trin
Boom Boom

No Reply

Tiding Tiding
Hoo Hoo

No Reply

Beep Beep
Busy

Ting Tong
Hello!
Hello!! (excited me)
Wish you a Happy Birthday

Thanks, but who is this?

Silence (sad me)
Nidhi??? (Ahh!!! Grrrr!!! She remembers her only.)

Well, time changes voice.
Oh, you! (both laughing)

So, blah blah continued and rest is a happy journey till I post this. This post is dedicated to my version of Aisha from MP3. A very Happy Birthday my dear  love. 

Something never changes
Like you and me
Adamant and Naughty
Cheers to the 7 years of togetherness
Bless you with the best of the blessings
With you, For you, Then, Now and Always

Thank-you Charm for going through this long post. 




Just one last question - 

Which Class ??? 
:D :D :D

Don't forget to meet me under Eiffel before you rush towards your Rohan. I will bring you strong Stilettos. ;) Because you are my Aisha. :D 



P.S. -To all the readers, you must have a different zeal to read this post enticed by the title. Well !!! I didn't made a spoiler alert at the beginning. I Hope you enjoyed the twisty tale :)

Öbrìgadò!
JJJ
 

Monday, September 28, 2015

आस

जब जब मुड़कर देखा पीछे
तब तब पाया तुझे अपने संग
जब जब सजदे में तेरे
झुकाया अपना सर
तब तब पायी तेरी छाँव
तो क्या उन्होंने नहीं किया तेरा सजदा ?

कैसे तू हर पल देता है मेरा साथ
कैसे तू सेह लेता है मेरी रुस्वाई
क्या कभी तू परेशान नहीं होता
मेरी हर चीज़ की मन्नत से

मेरी सुनी तूने तो सुन ले उनकी भी  
क्यों अनसुनी कर दी तूने कुछ की इबादत  
क्या कोई  लॉटरी सिस्टम है तेरे यहाँ
जिसका नंबर लगा, कर दी उसकी मुराद पूरी 
जिसका नहीं लगा, उसको तूने भी कर दिया किनारे

माना की तू सबका मालिक है
पर क्या तेरे अंदर भी हमारी तरह एक दिल है?
अगर है तो क्यों नहीं तू सुनता सच्चे दिल की 
थोड़ी मुहब्बत थोड़ी सी हमदर्दी थोड़ी सी इंसानियत
थोड़ा थोड़ा  ही दे पर दे तो सही 

कब से देख रही हूँ तेरे ही नाम पे हो रही है सियासत
तेरे ही बन्दे बना रहे अपने जैसो को ही बंदी
ये कहाँ की दरियादिली है की तू सबको देता आशीर्वाद
जो किसी को मारे उसे  मिले तेरा साथ
और जो मरे उसे भी मिले तेरा हाथ
समझ नहीं आता अब ये खेल
क्या चाहता है तू?
करुँ तेरी इबादत या हो जाऊं तुझसे रुस्वा
अब तू ही बता करुँ तो क्या करुँ

बस हाथ ना दिखा कुछ तो कर
कब से कतार में खड़े है
अब तो कुछ बोल
अब तो दिखा अपना जलवा
एक आस ही तो है हमारे पास 
ये  टूटती आस  ना टूटने देना
जो ये आस टूटी तो तू भी टूटने से बच ना पाएगा
क्यूंकि आस ही है सबकी सांस , शायद तेरी भी |

 --- सुरभि बाफना

Öbrìgadò!
JJJ
 

Sunday, September 27, 2015

The Colorful Walls



The fresh morning glory
Peeps through the curtains furtively
Nuzzles my forehead 
Snuggles my hair
Wakes me up from the slumber 
As I groggily widen apart my eyelids
The happy heart slumps on seeing the dumb walls
The old white wall scrapping off on the left and to the right too
Drab and dreary they appear
Do they reflect me?
No, nooo, not at all
Bright and colorful they will be
Just like me !
'Coz I choose to see my world in bright colors.


My house is my home, my little World where I come back to keep off all the worries and stress and dwell in the cosy comfy ambience to feel rejuvenated. And what makes one feel cheerful and energetic is the aura of the home. The colors play here a very important role. The bright, lively, blazing bold colors relieve the eyes, rejuvenate the spirit and fill you with a lively enthusiasm.

Diwali is approaching and this is the right time to give a makeover to my little world. The task of choosing the colors from so many shades and visualizing each of them in your room seems a tough task. But here comes bedbathmore to my rescue. It's a power package to all your queries and worries for the makeover of house. A website dedicated to home decor ideas and visualization. Yes! it gives you a peek-in to your imagination. Come, let's explore how it works.



According to Color psychology, colors affect our brain and changes our mood promptly. So let's repaint our world smartly.

Choose Smart Tools > Paint. And you will land on a page like shown below.


Living Room
Living room
The living room is the first room where our home opens up. It's where we spend most of our time indulging ourselves in one or the other activities. Since we spend most of our time here so this room should be painted with such a color which boosts our energy, keeps us positives and helps us in maintaining a work-life balance. 

Why Magenta?
The color magenta is a color of cheerfulness, happiness, contentment and appreciation for what you have acquired and achieved. It helps us to create harmony and balance in every aspect of life; physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually. It promotes optimism and assists you in turning your ambitions and desires into reality.


Bed Room

Bed Room
The bed room is meant for relaxation after day long tiredness. It should be painted with such a color that relaxes our body and mind and keeps us healthy and hopeful so that everyday we our all set to begin a new day with exuberance.

Why Green?
Hues of green symbolize hope and freshness. Green has the ability to rejuvenate the mind and body.It renews and restores depleted energy. It is the sanctuary away from the stresses of modern living, restoring us back to a sense of well being. Green is a natural pacemaker, an emotionally positive color, giving us the ability to love and nurture ourselves and others unconditionally.


Kitchen  & Dining Room

Kitchen & Dining Room
The kitchen is the heart of every house. The connection between heart and stomach is bonded here. The hearty chit chats over dining table with family members strengthens our relationships and bring in more love with some lip smacking dishes and scrumptious aroma adding to the pleasure.

Why Orange?
Orange is vibrant. It’s hot, healthy, fruity and engaging, stimulating two way conversations. A warm and inviting color, it is both physically and mentally stimulating, so it gets people thinking and talking! Orange is also stimulating to the appetite. Orange symbolizes energy, vitality, cheer, excitement, adventure, warmth, and good health. If you love having people around the kitchen table, orange will keep them talking and eating for a long time. Orange aids in the assimilation of new ideas and frees the spirit of its limitations, giving us the freedom to be ourselves. 

You are also provided with an option of choosing the type of emulsion you wish to go for. You can compare and calculate the total cost with the Paint calculator .
So when you are done with your set of colors, then just go for the order. Add the color cards to your cart and you are DONE. 

 Hail Colors !!!

Courtesy - Color psychology

I am participating in the #PaintFinder activity in Association withBlogAdda & Bed Bath & More.

Öbrìgadò!
JJJ


Wednesday, August 26, 2015

लुका छिपी



लुका छिपी का खेल बहुत पुराना
आज फिर याद आया बीता वो जमाना 
कैसे हम पकड़ लेते थे छिपने के लिए एक कोना
और गिनती खत्म होने से पहले पकड़ लेते थे किसी दूसरे का कोना
एक, दो, तीन  .... आ जाऊँ ???
नहीं ! नहीं ! अभी नहीं
मै तो आ रहा हूँ !

यह सुनते ही छोटा सा कोना बन जाता एक कुआँ
समां लेता अपने अंदर एक के ऊपर एक सन्नाटा 

श s श s श ....
हू.... हाउ.... हू....
पता चल गया... कहाँ छिपे हो 
श s श s श ....
पकड़ लिया !

और सन्नाटा बन जाता तू - तू मै - मै का अखाड़ा

तेरी वजह से पकड़े गए...
जा अब तेरी बारी ...
एक, दो, तीन ... आ रहा हूँ
दस तक गिन पूरा .. आती एक आवाज़ 

पसर जाता फिर सन्नाटा और आती भूतिया आवाज़ 
चलती रहती यह लुका छिपी 
जाने कितने कोनो में
फिर सुनी आज यह दबी कहानी 
धूल चाटते कोनों की ज़ुबानी 

 --- सुरभि बाफना

Öbrìgadò!
JJJ

Friday, August 14, 2015

Book Review - S.O.A.R



About the Book
Title: S.O.A.R Success Over Adversity Reigns
Author: Abir Mukherjee
Publisher: Frog Books 
ISBN: 978-93-52013-24-1
No. of Pages: 161
Price: 125 INR
Genre: Fiction
  
About the Author
Abir Mukherjee was born and brought up in Bardhaman, a small town of West Bengal. He is currently based in USA having completed more than 8 years as an IT professional. He has completed B.E. in computer science and engineering in 2005 and started working in different software MNCs. ‘S.O.A.R’ is his second novel. Blackbuck Publication has published his first novel, ‘As Life Has No Undo’.

He loves to sketch and write in spare time. He writes to entertain people, not to teach them how to live life, how to be successful in life or any other philosophical lessons. 

The Cover Speaks
The blue-green cover of the book with three male silhouettes sitting under the sky with twinkling stars depicts of their inner selves  pondering over their dreams. The upside down angel-like shadows of each of them try to say 'SOAR'. Fly high ,when you have wings. Afterall wings of dreams gives you the strength to soar high..as high as you wish to.

Synopsis
“Frustrated with their current jobs, Uday, Adhyayan, and Rajasekaran team up to start an innovative business, non-existent in India until then. Ignoring all pragmatic aspects of life, they chase their dreams with immense pleasure. However, their journey is no cakewalk, as they confront financial crisis and rejections soon. Uday plays a business trick to triumph over that uninfluenced market; it works initially, but soon boomerangs, blowing the team apart. The police arrests Uday accusing him of illegal activity by his organization.

Were there any blemishes in their plan or was it just a typical Indian market, reluctant to accept an un-experimented concept? Will they be successful in implementing their innovation, staking their hard earned money, stable jobs, relationships, and life?

‘S.O.A.R is the story of chasing a dream, quandary between desire and responsibility, friendship and love.

Join the gutsy journey of three young entrepreneurs. ”

Book Review
The author being an IT professional has set the beginning of the story amidst an unsatisfactory job life which pays you hefty but keeps you aloof from your life.  The story starts from Newark, US ( yes, that's the name of a city, don't confuse it with New York) and finds its roots rooted back in Bangalore, India. An abrupt phone call,rather say voice message, on a hectic day urges Adhyayan to immediately fly back to his very own city, Bangalore. The things have changed a lot after he went but have they really changed? 

SOAR is a story of three colleagues Adhyayan, Uday and Rajasekaran who wish to jump into the trending startups world. They have an idea and a plan to execute it but nothing is so apparent. They take baby steps, stumble at first but hold each others' hand to launch their dream site. Besides, sinking day and night into their dream project, they start veering away from their personal life. Shrishti, Adhyayan's wife foresees their relationship shrinking to office only. She tries to make a balance but things don't fall in place and she takes a stern step. Other fellow Rajasekaran falls in love with an outrageous spoilt rich girl, Sneha and fears of their caste difference. While the mastermind Uday keeps himself away from all the woos to nurture his dream project.

Amidst all the success, an expansion to their dream site causes the team to break apart. Uday gets under the net of legal proceedings against him because of false charges. Will his two partners come to his rescue spitting out the bitter animosity. What will happen to their dream project. Will it too end or will thrive? Will Shrishti and Sneha proceed for a happy life with the young strivers? And how Uday will come clear of all the charges against him? Find the answers to all these questions with a light read of SOAR. 

The story can ignite young entrepreneurs who strive to flourish their idea. The familiar places of Bangalore keeps one engaged and the plot at the end to search for the traitor keeps the reader engrossed. So carry a copy of the book in your flight/bus/train and soar with the S.O.A.R.

My Rating
 3/5

Öbrìgadò!
JJJ
 

Sunday, May 17, 2015

The Amazing My Airtel app

Do you have an android smartphone? Do you have Airtel network connection? If yes, then download the new My Airtel App to make your smartphone more smarter. 

Chhan, Chhan, Chhan,Chhan !
Shake your smartphone for exclusive offers from Airtel!

Airtel has introduced its new app for all the android users to make them appreciate it all the more.
The app is not only user-friendly but it keeps buzzing with cool exclusive offers all the time.

Here are its top three features:

1. Recharge Anywhere , Anytime for Everyone

You can easily pay all the bills from mobile to landline to DTH with My airtel app at just a click. Also, you can pay the bills of your entire family with it. Isn't it cool!

2. Surprise Coupons

Who doesn't love surprises! And when it's your own service provider Airtel pampering you, you will feel amazed. You might get cashback or some surprise coupons for Cafe Coffee Day, Myntra, Flipkart, Ebay, Amazon, PVR Cinemas and many such coupons at every transaction you make. And wait! the best feature of this app is that it's all free. Yes, there is no data charge for the Airtel subscribers. What more can you wish!

3. Account in your pocket

With the My Airtel App, now you can track your account easily. No need to wait for long to get connected to Airtel customer care to know your account usage. The app keeps a record of all of it. Moreover, it will notify you if your balance is low or the data pack is about to expire. You dont need to remember the dates of renewal recharge. My Airtel App is at your service.



Download this new app and enjoy its new features by shaking your smartphone. For more details visit http://www.airtel.in/myairtel.

Öbrìgadò!
JJJ
 

Monday, March 30, 2015

Start a New Life


"You are a dumbo. Don't even know the solution of this simple problem", shouted my teacher. All my classmates chuckled under their notebooks. I felt very bad.

"You can't even take care of your clothes. Look how dirty they look and bad they smell", complained my mother. I became upset.

"Can't you see. It was nearly an accident", yelled the stranger with a bald head. I pondered if I took wrong turn.

"Give me a break, dude. Your ideas are so boring", my manager was furious to hear me.

"Are you alive?", enquired my friend.

No, I'm half dead. I wanted to shriek out. Everyone on the earth finds me stupid, dumb, boring and even doubt on my existence. What the hell. I can't be like others. Super intelligent, quick, witty, cool, fast and flexible. No, I can't. Yes, I tried but it was suffocating. I cant fake it for not more than one day. I'm slow. I'm not autistic but you can consider me so. I have grown up listening to downcast comments of friends and foes, knowns and unknowns. And now I have turned deaf to all of them.

I have often thought if I'm normal, if I'm kindred to them. For me, I'm perfect, then why to give a hell thought to those who don't find me akin to them. Take a chill pill, let the world think what they want to and let me start afresh to leave them agape in awe of my new life. I convinced myself.

The new sun brought a new day in my life. I practiced to speak. Just like a Nursery kid, I started all over again. I was my own coach, my own mentor. I repeated words again and again to throw them out at one go. Initially I stammered heavily. I practiced more. Demosthenes became my role model. I didn't put stones in my mouth like him. But I pushed my potential to the edge. I was determined to make people hear me, my views and opinions. I struggled with my throat, made it comfortable to accommodate vowels and consonants. I rehearsed my own name like a child in front of the mirror. At first I used to broke down. How useless am I, I can't speak my own name. But I overcame this low and grim feeling by rehearsing my name with confidence looking into my own eyes. It's a different feeling to see yourself rising from a timid guy to a confident man daily. Talking to your own reflection and working on all the imperfections made me fall in love with myself more and more. 

I was changed. I changed for better. And I was happy to change. I overcame my fear and took up the prolonged task of grooming up myself into a confident guy. I began a new life. It was a fresh start. I can now talk without hesitating. I don't cringe now when I have to convey my thoughts. Confidently I present my thoughts through well formed words. Well may be the spirit of Demosthenes was with me instilling optimism in me. Who knows !!!
Anything and everything is possible. You can die twice, you can live twice. It's all upto you to start afresh beating behind all the grey odds and welcoming vibrant, cheerful life. 



Öbrìgadò!
JJJ
 
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