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Saturday, January 31, 2015

Jab Nahi Tha Garnier Pure Active Neem Mere Pass...

Chalo sunau main tumhe ek kahani,
kyuki ye hai mera kaam,
kahani hai har ek aam admi-aurat ki,
aur kar rakha hai ek marz ne sabko pareshan,
pimple hai jiska naam,
har roz ye badhta jata,
twacha ye kharab karta jata.

Thi main thaki isset,
kyoki na tha koi upay,
koi na dekhta mujhko na office main na ghar,
Simple naam mera, ab ban gaya that pimple.
Thi main bahut udas, kyoki na koi karta invite,
sab karte party mere bina till late night.
Maine dekha tha ek khwab,
ki main banu woh jo chuye asmaan.

Tab sunai ek dost ne sunai kai kahaniyan,
jisme sabki thi wahi pareshaniyan,
Ek tha Raj aur doosri simran,
Raj ko thi mere jaisi tension,
Simran ke papa shadi ki na de permission,
wajah thi bas wahi purani,
pimple aaya beech pyaar ki kahani,
Tabhi Raj ne lagaya active neem aur ban gayi hit woh film.

Tha ek mast maula,
naam tha uska Chulbul Pandey,
hui usko bhi wahi pareshani aur Pandey kehlaye Pimple,
Tab mila use Garnier active neem,
Pimple ki hui bang bang,
Bhai ne machaya dabang.

Tha sabse khatarnak ek,
Ukhad deta handpump anek,
Pimple pe pada uske dhai kilo ka haath,
Pimple to gaya, reh gaye daag,
Jahan haath ne diya dhoka, saath mila Garnier Active Neem ka,
Phir hua Deol Sunny.

Crime master Gogo ki thi ek pareshani,
Kaun tha Teja aur kaun uska bhai,
Pimple aur mark the dono ko anek,
dete sab mark ki duhai,
Tag Garnier Active Neem se ki dhulai,
Na raha mark na pimple,
Ab gogo kaise pehchanega kaun Teja kaun uncle?

Marks se tha ek aur shayar pareshaan,
le rakhi thi pimple ne uski aan baan shaan,
mila usa Garnier Active Neem Ka Power,
kehlaya woh sabke dil ki dhadkan Shahrukh Khan....Jab tak hai jaan...aur uske baad bhi

Sabse bada tha masla Don ka,
Jahan gyarah mulkon ki police bas dhoondhti rahi pimple ka hai,
par pimple ko pakad pana tha mushkil hi nahi namumkin dhi,
Phir aaya Garnier Active Neem,
Jisne bhagaya pimple ko,
aur khud bangaya ndustry ka Don...
Mujhe bhi darta pimple ke marks ka,
Exam me jitne aate, chehre pe usse zyada aate,
Tab mujhe mila Garnier Active Neem,
Aur hui meri skin baby jaisi clean.

Ab abko active neem ko dhoondhne gyarah mulkon ki police ki nahi, bas ek click ki zarurat

This blog is part of Garnier Pure Active Neem Contest on Indiblogger:

Being someone who is a brand enthusiast I loved the way they came up with the most creative ideas in the history of Indian advertisement,  linking their product with the characters of Indian cinema close to our hearts. This post is my tribute to their efforts. Cheers to Team Garnier.

Friday, January 30, 2015

Breaking Barriers Created By Loved Ones

"I think I haven't seen the hardships of woman near to what my mother's generation saw, therefore I chose to write about the woman who created me."

More of then than not a girl born in an Indian family, even in an educated one is taught everything from a very early age about things that would help her have a family of her own happy. The chapati should be perfectly round, the tea with the right amount of sugar, the veggies with the right amount of salt,even the papad roasted in the manner that there is not a single, tiny black burnt mark. As she grows into a woman she is told to talk softly, keep her head bowed while talking to elders, talk in low soft tone and laugh well like a lady. These are the things I never understood as my mother still tries hard to make me imbibe them but when her mother (my grandmother) taught them to her, the times were those of understanding.

You might think my mother was brought up in a very conservative family and hence the rules, but it sadly wasn't so. The family was broadminded, yes but as far as women were concerned there were norms to be followed. There was even more pressure to be all of the above to maintain the family name when you marry into another. My mother did a B.A. (Hons) in English literature from Cambridge. She took up a job with the airlines and traveled many countries and then she married the man of her father's choice as was the norm then in India. My dad was more qualified, an M.B.B.S but the family orthodox. Thanks to the training by her mother, the bride survived a small town after Cambridge and the airline life. The old way thinking of my grandfather dictated that the daughter-in-law of our family doesn't go to work. So my Cambridge educated mother was given a dose that education was important but family was more and then she had two kids me and my brother subsequently and she dedicated her time only being a mother. 

When both of us were old enough, she got bored and the boredom got to her. Being very active always this was the worst phase of her life. The next stage was irritation getting into her being and becoming her. She used to scream at our smallest mistake and the prisoner in her had its time in captivity, the bird now wanted to fly. I clearly remember speaking to my aunt then because somewhere I a free spirit and somebody who always does what the heart wanted understood the layer within her being that surfaced, it was the being pleading to go out and it was my mother. During all her years at home she had been offered various jobs but couldn't go against my grandfather to actually take up one. So she convinced and consoled herself that her primary duty was being a mother and looking after her family.

I was furious and the rebel in me motivated her. Now I thin I either motivated her (her version) or she did it because I was on her head (my version). It wasn't easy. There were heated arguments but in the end she just said it "Give me one chance to be what I want to be. I can be a good mother and a teacher. I wish to educate children. I will go crazy doing nothing and you will loose me." I think that changed my grandfather's mind. He told her to do whatever she wants as long as her duties as before weren't affected. She was the happiest that day.

10 years later...."Mrs Vasanti Vashi (mom) gets the best teacher award". Its her Nobel prize and she thanked many people starting with me and my grandfather. He was to be thanked, for after his initial resistance when he saw her work, her happiness and the appreciation he heard about his daughter in law, he was the most supportive person in the house. The equation changed, trust me I don't get how the minds of people of that era worked, but it worked towards the best. I now at an age where I walk towards marriage I realize that what she did was a great sacrifice at one time and a very bold step at the next when she chose the "And"  for as Albus Dumbeldore told Neville Longbottom "Its easy to fight an enemy but very difficult to find your friends" and in my opinion hardest to fight the ones you love and respect, your family, your people, which in my mother's case was a father (though by law). When I talk about mom I proudly say she is a good daughter-in-law and a great wife and an inspiring mother and a talented teacher.

"This post is a part of #UseYourAnd activity at BlogAdda in association with Gillette Venus". 

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Monday, January 26, 2015

How Would I Make Valentines Day Special With Unlimited Powers

I have always wondered "What If I ever could have a Harry Potter's wand?" the answer to it was always going towards being someone I am not. If I really had unlimited powers and wish to make it a Valentines day worth it, before the significant one in my life, I would like to gift my parents - the reason behind my being in the first place, the happiest Valentines Day of their lives.

Like every middle class home, my parents have lived to save and sacrifice for their children. Even though one of them now (me) is economically independent they see to it that our needs and wishes are met before theirs. So If I had a chance to repay them it would be by being the perfect daughter (which I am not) and gifting them a holiday which I feel is the most romantic one.

To begin from the beginning, I would try to be a good daughter. I am a person who firmly believes that entropy (disorder) in the universe is ever increasing as the laws of  thermodynamics teach us. So the first goal is to clean up my room. That would be done in seconds thanks to the magical powers. Though dad is cool with my ways but this is going to be a day my mom wouldn't forget.                   
                              My room mostly looks like the one in the picture, so now imagine the rest :P

The next thing I would again do is cook them a perfect Gujarati meal. A dream for every parents. Now I am an average cook, so to make a great meal at least on one day that would require some special powers and I would invoke them for this.

                                                        The Taj Mahal - from my lenses

The next thing I would want is to help them travel without being crowded by people to the epitome of love, Taj Mahal, Agra. To me the most perfect valentines day would be them spending an entire day there. What better than an emperor's entire life laid out to make that one monument for his beloved queen after his untimely death. It is said that Shah Jahan spent every waking hour of his focused upon the creation of the Taj after Mumtaz's death for it was in her memory. Story writers of the era write that after her death the emperor lost the sense to eat or drink for months and aged rapidly. In his last days while being held captive by his own son Aurangzeb at Agra fort, he wished for a prison cell that had a Taj facing window so that his eyes would open and close only to see his beloved till they closed forever. And today in that very tomb he made in the likeness of her beauty, they lie next to each other, immortalized, united torn apart and then united by death. Undoubtedly no monument in history can be a symbolic of love that spans a lifetime like the Taj. Therefore that is the place my parents, who spent their entire lives caring just for us, spend their day giving time to each other, like the good old times when they were young and their lives were free of our responsibilities.

That' not all. The Taj looks the grandest and most beautiful at night. As the Taj closes at 7:00pm for visitors, and luxury means Taj - the hotel I would like my parents to spend the rest of their time in thebest suite in Taj Mahal facing the Taj and that is what is my idea of a perfect valentines day for the two people I owe my life to. 

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