May 25, 2012

Lakme Land – Where Every Woman is a Diva

Kyra in Lakme Land – Where Every Woman is a Diva

Beat the heat, bask in sun
With Lakme expert, summers are fun
No worries of tan, only chill with your man
Play at beach, make a party plan

Shake those legs, dance with élan
Sarongs, shades, jute hat and sheen,
Diva is not ready yet, without her lakme sunscreen

Pool and wine,
Happy Sunshine,
Skimpy and sultry, those blushing Cheeks get rosy
With lakme sun expert, even summers are cozy

Sweat at bay, swing and sway
Kyra, Elena having fun in May

Kanupriya, a simple girl hailed from a lower middle class conservative family in Agra. Everyday while going to her school, she dreamt of being a diva, with hidden desires where jaws drop and heads turn for her. Every girl has a Cinderella inside fantasizing to be rescued by a fairy and give her a makeover to find her prince charming.



While she was lost in her Cinderella dreams, her mom yelled at her “Come in kitchen, what will you do in Sasuraal’, the only expectation for being born as a girl.

I will keep servants and cooks Ma, She answered casually. Watching those tourist ladies over the years flooding for Taj, she had this fascination of dressing like them. Obsessed with wearing huge white sunglasses and sarong was such a craving that was etched in her heart like those prayers carved over white pristine marbles in Taj. She pondered over Mumtaaz and Shahjahan story often and her only ambition was to fall in love with a Kingly man and be the princess of his heart.

Kanupriya was a born dancer and any music was irresistible to her feet. She studied and became an IT engineer with her fantasies deep buried in her heart, and as the youth dawned, her mother’s wrinkles got multifold. She lost her father at an early age. Now being financially independent earned her the little liberty with her mother and relatives to lead her preferred lifestyle and fulfill her dreams. Though her mother was conservative, she always listened to Kanupriya’s wishes and her status and respect in the society were the outcome which earned her mother’s conviction and approval.


You are going to be 28 this year, Kanupriya, why are you adamant of doing a love marriage, If you want it your way, Please fall in love fast, find some guy in your surroundings, or let me ask our relatives to bring you suitors…these were constant from mother even haunting her in the night. When she is going to find her prince and how? He won’t appear running on a white horse out of nowhere, and in her surroundings, all good guys are no more single. She was stuck in her own web…no ray of light appeared. She used to stay disheartened as she always was reluctant of those typical arranged marriages. But her mother was after her life due to societal pressure and finally she gave up. She agreed to meet the best out of the list of offers her mother shortlisted with her sheer hard work and network.

That was the day, Kanupriya was nervous, dressing up, trying to look her ever best and groomed. She helped Mom in cleaning and keeping the house spick and span and as everybody recommend she wore a sky blue saree, the first ever saree, she felt uncomfortable. She looked into the mirror, she was not convinced but she had no choice and time left. The scene was set, they sat, awaited her and then she arrived greeting everybody with folded Namaskar, pranam. She was a different Kanupriya, docile and tamed that day. Soon she found out that the boy was supposed to arrive 3 months later and it’s the parents who came for initial screening. She was half heartedly there, as the happenings were just opposite to what she always imagined for herself. After few questions and scrutinized scanning, they left. She changed and cried, for unknown reason.

And after couple of days, a call came that they would not like to continue with this rishta and the reason is nothing significant, it’s just that she was dusky and her skin was blotchy and rough and won’t be a suitable girl for their son. So far she assumed her duskiness quite attractive, as told by her friends. That was the last thing to expect, though she wasn’t interested in arranged alliance as such, but she didn’t want t come out of a rishta like a loser, at her cost. This incident would imply new masala found in her family to insult her mother. She was her mother’s hero; she can’t afford to be defeated by this circumstance like this.


 She did not sleep through the nights and asked her mom to call them again to set a little meeting with their son when he arrives, with no pressure. His Mom agreed since there was nothing to lose, with a no already, to save her face. Their son was coming to Agra after 3 months after a week’s assignment in Goa.

3 Months later
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In Goa, on that white beach, early morning, a damsel wearing white dress, a wooden bracelet, with black wet hair, and smoky eyes was emerging out of the tides towards, Kabeer.  Kabeer could not believe himself and his mouth was wide open and eyes too.





Second Day

“Kyra, come fast, we are getting late for the show”, yelled a girl.

So her name is Kyra, on a swing enjoying herself .

He stood fascinated, she moved towards another girl, standing behind him with a group. She looked back, grinned, and disappeared with the group.


Kabeer stood spellbound, that lovely damsel, Kyra’s presence was hypnotic. He was head over heels over this dusky diva, he being so bored of watching white lack luster skin.

He rushed for the Lakme Fashion show where he was the manager called to hand over one of the awards.
He was sitting in the front row and could not believe his eyes over his fate. Kyra was walking the ramp in a lemon swim wear and her irresistible bronze glistening skin was inviting. All he wanted to have   Kyra and him escape. He felt like a teenager in awe of a beautiful teacher, but all he could do to admire her flawless raw beauty.

“And the award for the most beautiful skin goes to contestant no. 13, Ms. Kyra “, they announced.

He collected himself and with few flowers and the award and cape, it was destiny that he was awarding his muse. At the end of the show, not to miss this lifetime opportunity,
, he approached her while she was taking her break alone on a chair.

In a shell containing a solitaire ring, he was on his knees, in front of Kyra. “Kyra, the most beautiful girl, the diva destined to meet me; a mermaid emerged out of the ocean just for me, born for me. Please marry me. “




As if Kyra knew it, she grinned and in a nod, the ring was on her finger with a lip lock. She said yes and later put a gift on his hand, this packet is for your Mom, Kabeer.

That gift was of, a Lakme Sun expert pack, with a note ….

Sending some sunshine for you, Mom in law – from Kanupriya aka Kyra, the girl with the most beautiful skin.


This story is written to contribute for the Lakme Indiblogger Contest (http://www.indiblogger.in/topic.php?topic=55) . I Love Lakme https://www.facebook.com/ilovelakme personally giving every woman a chance to be a diva with a remarkable SPF 50.

May 18, 2012

Those Nine Months & Genie

Internet is fun
You have got twins! Radiologist announced to me and my husband, the result of my first ultrasound. As glamorized in films, in real life, we didn’t dance and gifted the Radiologist with my necklace with joy immediately, but we were pleasantly surprised, bewildered, stunned for a moment. Mixed feelings of joy, surprise and apprehensions, of having two babies together flooded our inexperienced minds towards parenthood. This twins word spread in family through various Oooh Aahhs, wow, jackpot, OMG and all sorts of exclamatory comments.
At that point of time, me and my husband were working together on the same project in an IT company, my role was crucial as a technical architect. I had to put a hold to my work as our doctor prescribed me complete bed rest, leave the job and to remain in lying position 95% of the time, even sitting was not allowed except food time.
A 360 degrees transformation was needed to our lifestyle. A girl outdoor needed to be confined to total indoors. Before, I was hooked to web surfing in office, googling, reading, wanderings, mailing etc., facebook was not born then.  Me and my husband used to chat with each other while sitting next to each other, pretending working. Brisk walking, savoring various eateries in the city, catching up with new movies, all that enthralled was to put on hold.

With this complete bed rest, I bought some CDs, but prolonged TV and screen watching was banned by elders while expecting and prolonged reading too. Using a laptop meant carrying the weight in sitting posture and screen so that was completely out of question. It was difficult to stay silent and disconnected from the network which an IT girl is used to usually and to discover new ways to cope up with while on bed rest.

 While my husband used to go to office, I kept waiting for him, eagerly. Relatives visited occasionally and briefly. I called and scooped my all friends’ ears with my long duration calls. But this also got ineffective, as working friends can’t afford to invest time everyday just talking, occasional nice talking is fine. My poor beloved was working hard to keep me entertained. I used to ponder staring at wall sometimes, imagining my children’s faces etc. But this caged life used to get on my nerves at times and I used to nag, blame and crib with my husband, for he was a free bird and I was caged, huffing and puking.

He hunted for a genie to keep me engaged and genie appeared as my birthday gift under my pillow. A latest mobile phone with Internet, fully loaded with all the apps. Carrying laptop needed me sitting which was banned, so with mobile phone, all these clauses were not applicable.


I could play games, solve puzzles, play word games, watch videos, listen to songs and listen to calming Buddha chanting to let me sleep; all this was made possible in lying pose. I used to love getting high score in a game Bejeweled Deluxe and competing with online players. Also, I could check my mails and connect with my friends, which opened a new world for me to be social even after limitations.
The thrill of getting a high score in a game, kept me playful and games make you feel a child again, being in now and being happy. The internet aided mobile was a wonderful lease of happy life while expecting. I could check mails and discuss the project we were working on with my husband, thus enthused a sense of being worthy, significant and still in game. The thoughts of getting cut off suddenly from you world usually causes depression so this phone emerged as a savior friend. The caged bird got her wings to fly with joy.
 Today when I see my 5 years old twins solving puzzles, playing games themselves, squeezing all the uses of Internet exhilarate me. They are born geeks and I owe this to Internet for a joyous pregnancy. The caged bird got her wings with that little but special gift. Internet on mobile was my mate through those special and most important nine months of my life. So no other fun can beat that.

This post is my contribution to the Internet is Fun On Vodafone Contest. More details in here  www.vodafone.in/fun

May 8, 2012

What’s your Legacy?


What is our legacy for our children…Material or Memories?


Childhood stays as the most cherished and beautiful phase in anyone’s life. What our kids would reminisce most about their childhood? How our kids would remember us eventually? Let us take a moment to ask ourselves and reflect?
We are struggling day and night for securing a better future for our children. In the process of facilitating them a luxurious lifestyle, pacing up with peer pressure, somewhere, life itself is getting missed.

Your children need your presence more than your presents. ~Jesse Jackson


The early years are the formative years, casting an impression of living a life. Are we setting the right example? These formative years develop a strong foundation of a kid, cultivate into an emotionally secure human being. So the involvement and the attention required from the parents is the most in these years. When we remember our childhood, the most endearing moments are our happy times with our parents…Hence the most precious thing we can give to our children is our time...quality time. We are sacrificing the together time fulfilling the demands of our children with their favorite branded toys, gadgets, video games. Of course high life, better education and secure future is important but where is the limit? Parents are the school for life for children. If we are mentally absent translating our love with material assets, we might not be their idols, friendly mentors than just being their financiers. The balance is important to maintain and actually live a quality life.

As somebody has profoundly quoted:

To be in your children's memories tomorrow, you have to be in their lives today. Anonymous

Life is unpredictable, and for any reason, we leave this world earlier than expected, then all memories our child is left behind with is the time we have spent with them and developed long lasting memoirs.
Shower your love, and valuable time to let them miss your absence even when you are alive and away. For some grownup teenagers, parents are just walking ATMs, and it’s not merely their fault.
It’s a choice to make, be their financier or be their lifelong mentor, friend and a loved parent. It’s time to get mentally, emotionally and physically involved with your child, sculpting your tomorrow. That’s the best investment in your kid’s future and one step ahead towards Holistic parenting.

May 7, 2012

My True Story Published

Do you have a brother?

I find it very difficult to answer this question today when being asked "Do you have a brother". Please read my true story published in Womesweb magazine at the following link and your comments, resonance stay valuable to the core.



http://www.womensweb.in/articles/coping-sibling-loss-death/

Value each breath with your beloveds...- Meenaxi

The Blogger Award Goes To Me ? :)

Celebrating My Award Night !



Once upon a time, I was travelling in time on the journey of writing and hunting for a launch pad...and in my lap,
my fellow blogger Saher shows me a ray of light with bestowing an award for my blog, what more can I ask for. Finding resonance and kindness reflects the goodness is still there and so is the appreciation of art. Thanks Saher. I enjoy reading your blog ...http://life-stance.blogspot.in , for being sour and sweet and  simple. Keep writing, Life stance has promising substance and is versatile not being a usual diarrhea of everyday happenings.You have an eye for humor.


Time for fulfilling the ritual:
A.      Thank the person who nominated you.
B.      Post a picture of the award on your blog.
C.      Share 7 random thoughts about yourself.
D.      Choose bloggers to pass the award to.
E.       Inform them about it.
Few random thoughts about me..
.I love rich Mom made Paranthas loaded with butter and with a hot cup of Masala tea. Its divine and reduces calories of stress.
NCR seems nationality confused region to me. Sometimes I find myself virtually in NYC being in ambience mall, Gurgaon.
I love my kids and don't care if people think I am obsessed. 
I am proudly possessed and celebrate motherhood as very special blessing.
There should be an expiry date to dresses after wearing them once.
Poetry is the life line of society and who says poets are broke. They are broken.
I wonder why schools are in such a hurry to commence?
I nominate the following bloggers deserving the award, there may be many but me being very recent indiblogger could find these blogs:-




May 4, 2012

Pearl of the Womb


Pic Credit - Netbook
Pearl of the Womb

I am,
The prettiest pearl of your womb
Majestic fragrant flower to bloom,

Forming life within you, breathing in unison
Bonded umbilical, you are my foundation
Dear Ma, I feel safe
Nurtured, sheltered, associated
From my purest world
To yours, my arrival is awaited

And then, I am just your daughter
Can’t touch the grandeur of being a son
This fact, that mirror manifested
My being, same as yours
Then why you exasperated

Towards the gutter,
I am flushed, relegated
A cold blooded murder
By my root, my ruthless mother,
Committed red handed, yet the veil of sophisticated
Shakti herself, with the prowess of creating generations, yet subjugated

Could the chords of womb be ever so corrupted?