When I Started Blogging….

My blogging stint started in the year 2010. I remember that the whole idea or the zeal for creating a blog was just to document my recipes in one place. Since I’m a big foodie and also like cooking along with experimenting with different recipes, I thought nothing better than a blog to keep all my recipes in one place – and also I can share the same easily with my friends. That time I was not very much onto the social media and even social media was not like it is since past 3-4 years. However, I somehow managed to share my blog posts with me friends and family. I remember, every time I prepare a dish I used to make note of the ingredients, the method and click a picture to make it complete. Slowly I started to build upon it. However, I started losing interest as the time pass by and gradually I lost touch to my blog itself for about 5 years, till 2016.

I always had a habit of reading, especially during my commute to and from office in cab. I came across few blog posts narrating the fun of blogging. My big inspiration was my first guest post for Romila’s blog novemberschild.com. I replied to her one of the tweets about guest blogging expressing my interest of doing a guest post for her blog. She instantly responded and that was the resume of my blogging stint. This is my third guest post for her blog. I have gradually picked up speed and have done quite a few posts in last few months for my own blog. Moreover, I regained the momentum and boosted my confidence of going for a custom domain name for my blog and also self-hosting my blog.

Now I’m getting more consistent on my blogging activity and have taken part in the #BarAThon edition 2 challenge. It was really a fun and I got to read many nice and informative blog posts. The comments on my posts acted as a fuel to carry on with the challenge and complete it, which I eventually did. Now that I’ve again resumed and catching up pace I don’t want to lose it and will continue to curate posts on my blog.

About the guest blogger: Shamik is from Bangalore and because of his love for writing, he takes up freelance content writing works along with Copy Editing and Proofreading work. He calls himself a foodie and cooking is his passion. He loves experimenting with different types of recipes – especially during the weekends. He loves watching movies and ensure traveling at least thrice in a year.

Twitter Handle: @Writer_Foodie

Blog URL: http://themixedflavors.blogspot.in

YouTube Channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCNUyaZOC0MW5M3ebk3QgHHA

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Letter to that Child

You were so sweet back then. There was not much to do in your life other than watching He-man and Power puff girls and drawing them. All your drawing notebooks were filled with action figure and superhero drawings. Your mother never appreciated them but I loved them all. Every time you went to school you felt bad. You didn’t have many friends and only I was there to sit with you.

You wanted to run away from home and live in a kingdom. You wanted to reside in a tomb surrounded by beautiful grass and snow covered mountains. The only person with whom you could share your desires and dreams was me. Your father was always busy and when he did talk to you, he seemed responsible than loving.

You wanted to hold your mother’s hand. She was very beautiful. You wanted to touch her cheeks. But that never happened. She was never there to lend an accepting ear to your words of innocence. Whatever you felt, only you and I knew about it.

The girl you wanted to kiss rejected you. You were mesmerised by her presence but she didn’t find you attractive. You were never very handsome like some guys were and you accepted this painful reality. You wanted to play with puppies but your mother didn’t allow you to do so. But both of us know how much fun it was to play with puppies without anybody knowing about it!

Everytime you smiled for a picture to be clicked, it seemed forced. You wanted to smile freely but your father suppressed your laughter. He called you a fool for laughing too much. And you buried away your joy. You wanted to play tennis like those players you used to watch on TV. But nobody cared for that. Never ever somebody praised your skating skills. And we were left alone in each other’s company.

You still cry when those moments haunt you on dark lonely nights. You sleep in a comfortable room on a double bed but something within feels trapped. Your eyes get wet when you look at the pictures from your childhood. The only thing you remember from those days is being alone and in pain.

Now you don’t have to feel sad. I am there. I have always been there. Together we will become the waterfall of joy to each other’s lives crying souls that long for affection and care. I will give you freedom and let you do what you love.

After all, you are who I was in childhood. You are the child who still lives in me and wants to break free of the past wounds. I am you and you are me. Together we are enough and never alone.

About the guest blogger : Arpit Chhikara loves to write, roam around, sleep and does whatever there is in between. You might find him in social events telling stories or watching art movies. He is young and curious about things that pertain to human behavior. Other than writing, he plans for big things many of which stay in his fantasies. Some of them turn real. Either way, his plans leave him with a story to tell, be it of success or failure. Waiting for his hero’s journey to begin, Arpit is slowly stepping towards an independent life.

 

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Little Things That You Can Do for Your Brain Everyday

There are only twenty-four hours in a day, and you have lots of things to do such as working, doing chores, fetching your kids from, buying groceries, and so much more.

So busy, huh?

Well, it’s no wonder that you barely have time to just sit down and read a couple of books or perhaps magazines or newspapers.

You’ve hears tons of people tell you how reading is good for your brain. It’s not that you don’t value your brain.

It’s just that you don’t have the time.

Even if you wanted to take the time to read, when you get back home from work or whatever it is you went to do, you’ll be too tired to even read.

Even if you did force yourself to read, it would still be no use since you won’t be able to understand what you read.

The reading would be for nothing.

Some say this is an invalid excuse because if you really want to make time for something, you’ll find a way, no matter how busy you think you are.

I disagree.

That’s not the reason why not being able to take care of your brain is inexcusable. The reason it’s inexcusable is because reading isn’t the only way to do good things for your brain.

It just happens to be the most popular way, but it most certainly is not the only way.

There are lots of ways by which you can take care of the one organ that is responsible for the entire operation of your body.

And guess what?

It doesn’t even have to take so much of your time, just a few minutes will do.

Memorize at least one thing every single day

It can be fun. You never know.

Maybe you’re riding a bus to a faraway city. You can memorize at least one building in your path.

Memorize the landmarks, stuff like that.

That’s sure to make your journey fun.

Apart from being fun, it’s also useful. Why? Well, you never really know if you get stranded in that specific place.

Well, if that ever happens, it will be a lot easier for you to find you way.

By doing this technique, everyday you’ll be sharpening your memory skills.

Start detaching to material things a little more each day

There are lots of opportunities in life that in the back of your mind, you just love to seize, but you never do because something is getting in the way: gadgets, or whatever material possession you’re obsessing on.

Try to detach to material possessions each day.

Not only does material things get in the way of your happiness and success, it also makes you dumber and lazier.

Why?

Well, technically you’re not a dummy, but sometimes people rely so much on their favorite gadgets that they forget to do simple things.

It also makes us lazy.

When people become lazy, they end never achieving anything, even when presented with so many opportunities.

You won’t be able to grab any opportunity even if it hits you right in the face.

Author Bio

Kelly E. Walsh lives in South Carolina. She is a graduate of BS in Computer Science but preferred pursuing her writing career instead. Mostly because she loves telling stories and sharing her knowledge through writing. She is currently writing for essaychip.com on a regular basis and do ghost writing for some companies as well.

 

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Hazaron khwahishein aisi

Music is the language of the spirit. It opens the secret of Life bringing peace abolishing strife.

Khalil Gibran very rightly described, ‘music is one language that everyone speaks every now And then whether Happy or sad, rich or poor’.

Music doesn’t differentiate its audience.

Music is the outburst of the soul.

My first brush with music in childhood was with the audio cassettes of my dad of that of singer Mohammed Rafi.

And during teens the pop music queen Alisha Chinai ruled my heart.

But the real music that made me connected to myself are ghazals, which made me introspect things closer to reality.

The ghazal king Jagjit Singh bowled me with his style that focussed more on words than on vocals.

He brought ghazals into mainstream music like Tum itna jo muskura rahe ho from the movie Arth which everyone must have heard and praised. The way Jagjit Singh sang – any genre from Gurbaani to heartbroken sorrow theme, it always got deep into me stirring my soul. The journey of my graduation in an alien culture was made easy with my walkman in 90’s and audio cassettes of his ghazals donning my almirah in hostel. Whatever was the situation from happiness to grief he had something for everyone to relate to well.

Sometimes what he sang was internal reflection of mood and state of mind of the listener.

From Punjabi peppy like Chulle Aag na ghade de wich pani, to singing words of Shiv Kumar Batalvi the ultimate Punjabi poet nicknamed Bbirha da sultan, he was master at everything. His rendering of Maye ni maye main ik shikra yar banaya is mind blowing and connects with all the ages.

It’s not that he didn’t have personal tragedies in life as he was also human and went through same emotions be it his marriage with Chitra Singh or his young son’s death in 1990.

The death of his only son broke him apart and can be judged from his break for over a year from singing.

Some people require an ideal atmosphere of silent drinks and dim lights to enjoy ghazals, but I can hear them anytime anyplace without any preconditions.

Such was the aura of him that he worked with all time greats like Gulzaar to Javed Akhtar to Rahat Indori to Nida Fazli to Muzzafar Warsi.

His masterpieces in Marasim – Shaam se ankh mein nami si hai and Din kuch aise guzarat hai koi is hummable all the time just because it’s close to everyday realities we face. He gave life to the poetry of Gulzar and made it immortal for years to come.

His interaction with Javed Akhtar is also too good to ignore.

Tere aane ki jab khabar mehke to Yeh jo zindagi ki kitaab hai every number in album Saher is eloquently explaining the philosophy of life and the waiting of the beloved.

It’s been 20 years of listening him but every day I find new meaning in his recitation as it teaches me lessons of life. He sang almost 90 albums and lots of songs for movies out of which Arth and Saath Saath are immortalised in Indian film music.

The day 10th October 2011 when he passed away left millions of his fans like me in tears as if I had lost a family member is still etched in everyone memories as we are yet to experience anybody like him. He has left back a big legacy of his work that can guide us and entertain us for times to come.

To conclude one of my favourite is Tere khushboo mein base khat main jalata kaise as it signifies the pain of a lover who is unable to come to terms with loss of his lover and wants her back only to end with these words tere khat aaj mein ganga mein baha aaya hun,aag behte hue paani mein laga aaya hun..

His another ghazal of Ghalib is epitome and truth of everyone life..

Hazaro khwaishen aisi ki har khawaish pe dum nikle..

I have one wish and that wish is to have him come back alive so that I can meet him.

About the Guest writer: Dr Amandeep Singh, is an Anaesthetist by profession, has penned down his first post for this blog. He has interests in music esp in Ghazals of Jagjit Singh, in the game of cricket and is emotional by nature. He lives in Khanna, Punjab.

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Roommates – Yay or Nay?

Even though I have stayed away from home for long enough to know what is best for me, I still keep asking myself if it is best to live with roommates or am I better off alone.

Of course, there’s no right or wrong answer to this question and obviously, by now I have taken numerous roommate quiz to check if I am ready to live all by myself. But, at the end it’s a personal decision that all apartment dwellers are entitled to make, and it always depends on what you want at the time you’re looking to rent.

The apartment I had during my college days was pretty decent and my roommates were pretty chilled out probably because we all went to the same college, got decent pocket money from home and of course shared very good roommate relationship. Most importantly, we were still in college and had little less figured out our lives so everything around was quite chilled out.

I moved three times during my first two years out of college, and though my apartments were in same city with different floor plans and wildly varying rents, one of my criteria was non-negotiable: I had to have roommates and trust me living with roommates can be pretty terrible. And trust me when I say this, because I have had roommates who leave their dishes in the sink, never take out the trash and sometimes finish your carton of milk or fought over bills.

We’ve traditionally thought of having a roommate as a necessary evil for poor, lonely singletons who can neither afford a one-bedroom apartment nor lock down a live-in partner. Because I am still young and like I did, most of us move in with one or two or even four or five roommates- yes I have got 5 roommates, because cohabitation is necessary, especially in cities where space is tight and rent is high.

For the first few weeks’ right after I moved out from my house, which as a twenty something you dream of, we know the benefits of living with roommates. It is definitely cheaper than living alone and allows you to create a network in perhaps a new city, and makes the transition from college to the real world a bit easier.

So whenever my roommate’s aren’t home, I feel like a high school student whose parents have gone on vacation. I walk around in my underwear (okay, okay, I walk around naked) and blast music. I do all the things you can never do when you’re worried your roommate will come home unexpectedly.

Living solo: having your own space, no one to else to blame for not paying rent on time or taking out the trash – these simple pleasures can be so worth it. As someone who’s about to live by myself for the first time, I wonder if I’ll miss the company of a roommate or if having a place to myself will be an adventure on its own. It’s good to go through the whole ‘living with other people experience’ but, as I see it, when you get a little bit ‘older’ the best thing is to live alone, and leave all the chaos behind 🙂

About the Guest blogger: Asmita is a blogger, and social media enthusiast who recently relocated to Mumbai, India. She is passionate about things like good coffee,reading, being outside and believes that we are in the world to do good and to grow as much as we can. She writes about her misadventures and travels in the city with some musings about life thrown in for good measure. She can be contacted on Facebook, Twitter & Instagram. 

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