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Quote Challenge – Day 1.

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My favourite kind of challenge is here once again!

The blogger over at Just A Small Town Girl nominated me this time. Giving her blog a shout out, y’all!

Challenge’s rules:

  1. Post on three consecutive days.
  2. You can pick one or three quotes per day.
  3. Challenge three different bloggers per day.

Today’s post is dedicated to John Green, the author who’s currently inspiring me the most and hopefully will continue to do so for a very long time.

“That’s always seemed so ridiculous to me, that people want to be around someone because they’re pretty. It’s like picking your breakfast cereals based on color instead of taste.”

“My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.”

“The venn diagram of boys who don’t like smart girls and boys you don’t wanna date is a circle.”

And now let it sink how awesome he is!

As they say in John’s hometown, Don’t Forget To Be Awesome! ❤

Graciously Yours!

P.S. : Anyone who felt that John Green’s words touched their heart has to participate! Please. Pretty please?

 

Seeing me in you.

Looking into your eyes,

I lose myself in their depths,

My hands in yours,

Seem to melt all my troubles away.

Fingers entwined, feet in sync,

I can take the world head on,

Your faith in me,

Is much more than my trust in myself.

Taking you up in my arms,

Kissing your cheeks as I hear you giggle,

My dear little daughter,

It’s the sweetest sound to my ears.

When I look back into the past,

To not have heeded to your father,

I feel absolutely blessed,

You’re nothing less than God’s gift to me.

 

Sketched by - Graciously Yours!
Sketched by – Graciously Yours!

All those mothers who fought to keep their girl child alive whether as single mothers or fighting against their families — You rock!

Graciously Yours!

Psst! I passed.

Remember those exams I had two months ago? Yes, the same exams which had me grinding my ass for six whole months and those same exams before which my father wasn’t in the best of his health and those same exams which has a pass % of barely 5%. 

I cleared. Nailed it. Killed it! With flying colours!

 

 

Tough times do not last, tough people do.

Graciously Yours!

Oh and another thing!

For the first time in a long, long while someone wrote something for me. Today. Check it out :

Miss perfectionist!
All India Rank 38! I knew it already… Months ago! The ‘stongest woman’ in my life… Yes, you honour us… All of us. You are an inspiration. And for a change its okay for me to cry in public because these are tears of joy! A big, biiiiiggg congratulations. I’m the luckiest step sister!
Loads of love!

 

Clarification : I am not a perfectionist. She’s not exactly my step sister, but more of my Twin Soul!

#Elections2014.

With the General Elections of India, ending on a high in India, there was no way I couldn’t write about it, though it is really, really cliched.
Bear with me, while you read this open letter to the new Prime Minister of India and acknowledge what it means to India and us Indians, after surviving a decade of incumbency and corruption in our country!
Sri Narendra Modi,

Namaskar! (Salutations!)

The radical changes which you have brought about in the thinking, aspirations and wishes of the youth of India is commendable, indeed!

You connected in a way no leader has earlier done, realizing and (maybe) making us realize our potential on the way, reminding us that we as a nation have a voice which will be heard, if only we speak out loud.

You surpassed expectations, broke dynastic rules, changed the political scenario, broke down the caste, creed, religion divides of India. You truly unified India, MODI-fied India (as popular norms, suggest!)

We have all done our bit, and now it is your turn.

Along with my heartiest congratulations on the historic and ground-thumping win that you and your party has achieved, I would like to give you my best wishes and hope and desire that we, as a Nation, will achieve unbounding success and prosperity under your guidance.

Graciously Yours!

MISSING – Fellow Blogger.

Dear Fellow Blogger,

You swooped down on my blog one fine day and showered me with comments. We almost started a mutual admiration society. You excited the writer in me and made me want to please the friendly critic in you. You introduced me to the Army man’s perspective of the written word and rendered me speechless over more than a creation or two! You appreciated all, criticized where absolutely necessary, saw the good, tried to reform the bad. The beacon to many in this dashed world of hopes. The country’s soldier, loving wife’s caring husband and a doting father to two adorable little girls, you aroused sentimentalities in numerous fellow bloggers.

It’s been more than six months since you last wrote. It’s been more than four months that I kept thinking about what made you stop. It’s been over three months since I left you mails, still lying unanswered.

For the sake of you and your family and the numerous people you’ve trapped in your swiftly and delicately woven web of words, I sincerely pray that you’re just stuck in one of those Indian Army assignments, which has probably taken you to a WiFi-barren remote location, where you just haven’t found the access to share your stories with us yet!

I cannot think of anything more depressing than this.

I miss having you around.

Graciously Yours!

 

 

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Courage does not come with age.

She sat quietly in the corner of the class. At the edge of the seat. She was staring at the blackboard in front of her, thoughts wandering elsewhere. The teacher was writing in white. Her classmates were copying. Her partner nudged her out of her reverie, beckoned her to scribble along.

Continue reading Courage does not come with age.

Is there a God?

“Question with boldness even the existence of God; because, if there be one, he must more approve of the homage of reason than that of blindfolded fear.”

Thomas Jefferson.

Do you think there’s a God? If you do, like most of us, then :

Why does unwavering faith become blind faith? Why does hope become sticking to tarot cards and crystal balls? Why does our love for life turn into fear of death? Why do we believe more in stone idols and less in our very own souls? Why do we choose to hide behind religion to explain all the unexplained cultures of our society? Why do we instill fear in the name of God? Why?

Accord Him with the homage of reason; not of blindfolded fear.

Do you think there’s a God? If you don’t, then :

Who do you think created gravity?

 

Graciously Yours!

Contrasting Worlds! (For better or for worse?)

Last morning in a deliberate (and desperate!) attempt to set ourselves free from the shackles of our hectic schedules, a few of us went out on an early Sunday morning drive to the not-so-well-frequented places of Calcutta.

Sincere advice — Next time you’re freewheeling around like me, just observe what’s around you.

One of our stops was a road-side eatery in the city. (For Calcuttans, we were near the Calcutta Stock Exchange!). While we sat, waiting to greet steaming cups of tea and hot buttered toasts, under a gray clad morning sky, I looked around me. The waiters were rushing around with plates to be served, waiting on the incoming cars, greeting regular customers with smiles and ‘How do you do?’s, the man at the stove cheerfully doling out order after order, other early risers sitting around in clumps sharing a laugh or two (rather loud ones at that!). It was a quiet, serene and fresh way to start a Sunday! The delicateness and intricacies of the surroundings made you forget all the worries and just wanted to make you sit there all day long, staring at happy faces.

And then i happened to glance behind me. Just a meter away from where we were sitting, stood clusters of police patrol vans. Reason being that the local police headquarters and the State Government;s office was nearby. There were proper police sand bunkers laid out, with somber- faced, rifle-clad policemen in them. Noticing my gaze, my Dad simply pointed out, “They always have to be on the alert, lest an attack take place.”

Enough to shatter my illusion of the peace and quiet.

Contrasting worlds, ain’t it?!

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P.S: To all the men on duty, I salute you for the dedication and devotion you display. At all times. We, civilians, tend to get away from work with small excuses like sickness, birthdays, anniversaries. But for you, life seems work and work seems life. Sans complaints! Immense respect for you!