E - MC(square)
E is Ecstacy in marriage
M is Maturity
C is Capability
C is Care
Ecstacy in a marriage can be derived only when you have the maturity and the capability to Care.
My Dad did. My friend Jatin does. Ananth another friend cares. And many wonderful men do.
But some men, dont!
So, this one's for all the guys who do not have the balls to accept a woman as she is, this one’s dedicated for you.
Like every girl who is of my age and seeks for an arrange marriage, I have been through the grueling experience of match fixing process or the match making process. Thankfully, my parents are supportive and do not force into things. Its break time for me for a while!
Since childhood we have been taught at home that girls and boys are the same. Except for the biological differences and the few qualities which define our identity, we are to be educated, nurtured, pampered in the equal proportion and rewarded accordingly.
Here's a situation:
Mr. X is a software engineer and has a lot of zeros in his salary. Oh My! he drives the latest model of the car but guess what! He needs a customized girl just like the other gadgets.
The girl has pursued her choicest of profession gauging her dreams aspirations.
Unfortunately, Mr. X’s program for the customized girl does not accept it. So despite the qualities the girl possesses, she is rejected.
To all the men with elephantine egos,
While we are prepared to leave our nests and come along to a different world. Is it not a man's duty to accept a woman as she is? Or if the man does not like her just say it instead of making shrewd comments on her dreams and aspirations? Customize your software and your gadgets not our dreams!
Has anyone ever asked why did the boy pursue his XYZ course in an ABC University? Why are the girls decisions being magnified? Why do certain men act that they have all the power in the world to choose and why are the middlemen catalyzing it?
Marriage is a beautiful relation in which a man and woman, live together, to take care of each other. A woman does all her duties and a man does his. They live together not by their degree of education but by the degree of tolerance, the degree of love and the degree of emotion they share.
An excerpt from the book, Spouse by Shobha De
"People no longer converse - they perform. They are so busy "presenting" themselves to the world that the role playing rarely stops even in their most intimate relationships"
Monday, May 9, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Mediocrity Sucks!!
How many times have you not stopped reading a book or skipped through the pages of a book so overtly praised?
How many times have you glanced at a beautiful dress but placed it back for it missed perfection? (for the girls, especially)
Each of us..
love to read the best, wear the best or even watch the best.
“Please adjust” is a curse which we cannot escape.
We can adjust with people and their habits not with products.
Unfortunately, in the course of life, we begin to adjust with products and not with people.
My uncle is the biggest lover of discipline while his coworkers are not , so when he asks them to do something great and 9/10 times they do it but they fail one time, they are reprimanded.
However, if my uncle’s cell phone refuses to work, he will never go to the repair shop, he will wait for it never does such a thing. This is the first time.
how ridiculous. how unjust.
how many times have we given the products we use a second chance or fallen in love with our cell phone but the person we know for years has been looked down upon or hardly cared for?
I bet innumerable times.
You have been the sweetest employee or the best employee but an arrogant son or a busy daughter?
Mediocrity is not being average but it is also being one-faced or biased to the “profitable” party. You cannot do it when you very well know if you work a little, you can.
How unfortunate! How mediocre is our personality to fulfill the outwardly being or the source of it but cannot quench our spiritual or our emotional being.
If this post hurts, then realize mediocrity sucks and its time you work towards your internal or spiritual growth. As a teacher from the course “art of living” says “do not use your intelligence in relations, let the heart think.”
This growth doesn’t happen overnight. Practice patience and love and everything else will fall in place. It is easier said than done but worth trying especially if you can bring smiles on your loved ones faces. Each of us is wonderful in a crude form though and hence we need to mould ourselves. I will not leave this post on a crude note, I shall mention few things that have worked wonders and this post is not a spurt of emotions/thought but a braid of actions that has inspired me to write. Art of living classes help too. Anyway, few points out of my own experience and yes! I need to learn a lot too.
1. Think ahead. The after effect. Yesterday when my best friend shouted at me, how I wished to say something rude. I contemplated a second before speaking my mind filled with filth at that moment.
2. Who is the person standing in front of you? What has he/she done to you? Think of the wonderful moments if spend together. Difficult? Not very if you practice it regularly.
"Once Thara fell from the bike. She dint tell me about it. When I saw her bike I realized she met with an accident. In normal times I would have got enraged coz she hid such a thing from me and dint share it. But I held my nerve n asked her calmly n she told me about it I pacified her, ensured she got first aid done n took care of her :) That way she forgot the incident soon” A once short-tempered but slowly becoming calm husband, Ananth J.P.
Spread your wings and be that person you always wanted in your life :).
How many times have you glanced at a beautiful dress but placed it back for it missed perfection? (for the girls, especially)
Each of us..
love to read the best, wear the best or even watch the best.
“Please adjust” is a curse which we cannot escape.
We can adjust with people and their habits not with products.
Unfortunately, in the course of life, we begin to adjust with products and not with people.
My uncle is the biggest lover of discipline while his coworkers are not , so when he asks them to do something great and 9/10 times they do it but they fail one time, they are reprimanded.
However, if my uncle’s cell phone refuses to work, he will never go to the repair shop, he will wait for it never does such a thing. This is the first time.
how ridiculous. how unjust.
how many times have we given the products we use a second chance or fallen in love with our cell phone but the person we know for years has been looked down upon or hardly cared for?
I bet innumerable times.
You have been the sweetest employee or the best employee but an arrogant son or a busy daughter?
Mediocrity is not being average but it is also being one-faced or biased to the “profitable” party. You cannot do it when you very well know if you work a little, you can.
How unfortunate! How mediocre is our personality to fulfill the outwardly being or the source of it but cannot quench our spiritual or our emotional being.
If this post hurts, then realize mediocrity sucks and its time you work towards your internal or spiritual growth. As a teacher from the course “art of living” says “do not use your intelligence in relations, let the heart think.”
This growth doesn’t happen overnight. Practice patience and love and everything else will fall in place. It is easier said than done but worth trying especially if you can bring smiles on your loved ones faces. Each of us is wonderful in a crude form though and hence we need to mould ourselves. I will not leave this post on a crude note, I shall mention few things that have worked wonders and this post is not a spurt of emotions/thought but a braid of actions that has inspired me to write. Art of living classes help too. Anyway, few points out of my own experience and yes! I need to learn a lot too.
1. Think ahead. The after effect. Yesterday when my best friend shouted at me, how I wished to say something rude. I contemplated a second before speaking my mind filled with filth at that moment.
2. Who is the person standing in front of you? What has he/she done to you? Think of the wonderful moments if spend together. Difficult? Not very if you practice it regularly.
"Once Thara fell from the bike. She dint tell me about it. When I saw her bike I realized she met with an accident. In normal times I would have got enraged coz she hid such a thing from me and dint share it. But I held my nerve n asked her calmly n she told me about it I pacified her, ensured she got first aid done n took care of her :) That way she forgot the incident soon” A once short-tempered but slowly becoming calm husband, Ananth J.P.
Spread your wings and be that person you always wanted in your life :).
Friday, March 11, 2011
2 states
I am not speaking of Chetan Bhagat’s novel here. But about the 2 states here in Andhra Pradesh which is the latest buzz. No Not Telangana and Andhra. But my own 2 states “Lost” and “Perplexed” as the latest Question that is being asked whenever someone reads my name plate which hesitantly hangs around my work station is “What are you?” To clear any apparent confusion. My name is Nivedita Narsapuram. “Narsapuram” happens to be my hometown. My ancestors, forefathers are from that place. The place “Narsapur(am)” is seated in Andhra and a placed named as “Narsapuram” is in Telangana Region.
Rewinding to my childhood.
At 6 a.m. every day, my grandfather would be dressed to perform his daily puja. My 2 cousins and I would often be curious to know what my grandfather did for almost an hour. We would not hear a loud voice. Only intermittently we would hear some slokas. In Sanskrit, we surmised. Even during puja, our extended family would occupy the puja room and never did we get a chance to look at his puja room.
Years later, my grandfather on our new year, called us and tied a holy thread on our hand. We entered the puja room for the first time. The Puja room glittered with white marble. We looked around, excited. We were so happy that we were in the room which we tried to get in by our many failed attempts.
As we lowered our head, we saw something we never imagined and we now know why our grandfather locked it for years for us and opened it only we were mature enough to take the knowledge.
He had a picture of “Lord Krishna” “Lord Jesus Christ” “Lord Allah” “Lord Mahaveer” and “Lord Budha.”
We were so surprised! “What are we?” was the first question my cousin blurted. I was shocked that my stupid cousin asked this question. My grandfather, often known for his strictness looked at her for a moment. I said “Now toh you are gone!”
He slowly rose and said sweetly “We are all humans”
We wondered why my grandpa was explaining science to us. We laughed and never asked anything again. My grandparents moved on with my uncle and family into a bigger flat while we (my parents and I) stay in the same flat taking care of it. Somehow, the memory of My grandpa’s puja room always lingered.
Years later, when the question “What are you” replays I reiterate what my grandpa said “I am a human!”
and they laugh just like we did…
Rewinding to my childhood.
At 6 a.m. every day, my grandfather would be dressed to perform his daily puja. My 2 cousins and I would often be curious to know what my grandfather did for almost an hour. We would not hear a loud voice. Only intermittently we would hear some slokas. In Sanskrit, we surmised. Even during puja, our extended family would occupy the puja room and never did we get a chance to look at his puja room.
Years later, my grandfather on our new year, called us and tied a holy thread on our hand. We entered the puja room for the first time. The Puja room glittered with white marble. We looked around, excited. We were so happy that we were in the room which we tried to get in by our many failed attempts.
As we lowered our head, we saw something we never imagined and we now know why our grandfather locked it for years for us and opened it only we were mature enough to take the knowledge.
He had a picture of “Lord Krishna” “Lord Jesus Christ” “Lord Allah” “Lord Mahaveer” and “Lord Budha.”
We were so surprised! “What are we?” was the first question my cousin blurted. I was shocked that my stupid cousin asked this question. My grandfather, often known for his strictness looked at her for a moment. I said “Now toh you are gone!”
He slowly rose and said sweetly “We are all humans”
We wondered why my grandpa was explaining science to us. We laughed and never asked anything again. My grandparents moved on with my uncle and family into a bigger flat while we (my parents and I) stay in the same flat taking care of it. Somehow, the memory of My grandpa’s puja room always lingered.
Years later, when the question “What are you” replays I reiterate what my grandpa said “I am a human!”
and they laugh just like we did…
Friday, December 24, 2010
At first, they were grueling. Every minute of it becomes unbearable. If the one who is watching it is feeling so miserable then how about the one who faces the torment?
The serials on Colors is what I am speaking of and they highlight problems which are common in rural India. While serials like Balika Vadhu speak of Child Marriage.
Na Aana Is Des Lado Speaks of Female Infanticide. It is still practiced in rural India. With developing technology, they do not wait for the girl child to be born, once through sonography the sex is determined, the bud is nipped.
Rishton Se Badi Pratha is the latest on the charts and that is what inspired me write this post. Honor Killing. How many of us have not heard of it? In India, while members of the family are killed for getting married without acceptance of the family. Worst in some countries, a girl was killed for chatting to a man on Facebook. For more info: http://www.amnestyusa.org/violence-against-women/stop-violence-against-women-svaw/honor-killings/page.do?id=1108230
That is what this serial emphasizes on. The cruelty of family members to save their pride is portrayed. For the weak hearted, this is one is a monster but yes, a well depicted one! The helplessness of the “love birds” is picturized very well.
It is believed and also witnessed that when one of the love birds in a pair succumbs to death, the other is helpless and soon dies. In our holy books, we learn on eternal love, in practice we leave no stone unturned to break them. What an Irony!
I was unable to sleep for a day thinking of it. While we live cribbing about our comfortable lives digging imaginary problems or creating some and then cribbing about it.
As we approach a new year, lets vow to make a difference to our lives and in turn others by not making unnecessary fuss and also, not close our eyes to the problems that surround us. Be it at home or neighbour hood, let us fight it like our own. I vow to do. Do you?
Few organizations you can start with (I get no commission for promoting them)
http://www.savegirlchild.org/
http://www.handandcloth.org/
The serials on Colors is what I am speaking of and they highlight problems which are common in rural India. While serials like Balika Vadhu speak of Child Marriage.
Na Aana Is Des Lado Speaks of Female Infanticide. It is still practiced in rural India. With developing technology, they do not wait for the girl child to be born, once through sonography the sex is determined, the bud is nipped.
Rishton Se Badi Pratha is the latest on the charts and that is what inspired me write this post. Honor Killing. How many of us have not heard of it? In India, while members of the family are killed for getting married without acceptance of the family. Worst in some countries, a girl was killed for chatting to a man on Facebook. For more info: http://www.amnestyusa.org/violence-against-women/stop-violence-against-women-svaw/honor-killings/page.do?id=1108230
That is what this serial emphasizes on. The cruelty of family members to save their pride is portrayed. For the weak hearted, this is one is a monster but yes, a well depicted one! The helplessness of the “love birds” is picturized very well.
It is believed and also witnessed that when one of the love birds in a pair succumbs to death, the other is helpless and soon dies. In our holy books, we learn on eternal love, in practice we leave no stone unturned to break them. What an Irony!
I was unable to sleep for a day thinking of it. While we live cribbing about our comfortable lives digging imaginary problems or creating some and then cribbing about it.
As we approach a new year, lets vow to make a difference to our lives and in turn others by not making unnecessary fuss and also, not close our eyes to the problems that surround us. Be it at home or neighbour hood, let us fight it like our own. I vow to do. Do you?
Few organizations you can start with (I get no commission for promoting them)
http://www.savegirlchild.org/
http://www.handandcloth.org/
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Eulogy
Baljeet aunty. A strong optimistic woman who lived with no fear in her heart and a lot of courage in her spirit. Often we went to her home, to meet our friends, Balwan and Chintu. They have been living in our Apartments in Hyderabad two floors below ours for the past two decades almost. Serving us hot parathas served with ghee, she would enquire about our well-being and speak/advise to us about our future. She was amongst the few who supported me when I changed my field from IT to Journalism. Against the why’s, do/do nots, she explained to my mother that I should do what I like and identified me as the “generation of those people who had no choice but engineering”.
Anyway, it pains my heart when I learnt that she is not amongst us anymore. It hurt even more to read it in the paper that it was a cruel accident (the link: http://www.hindu.com/2010/09/07/stories/2010090761390500.htm ). Never would one want to see the name of their closed one like this in the paper. Even my hands trembled to compose a mail to her son, Chintu, who lives in New Zealand to speak of Aunty’s death (as Chintu was a student, he carried no mobile).
One of the reasons, I share this ghastly incident is to convey that our society is not divided on caste, sex, or religion. It is divided on basis of money, the rich and the poor. The rich can get away and push it on the poor who often have no choice.
On probing further in to the car accident matter, the police closed the matter as the person who hit aunty’s cab said that his driver did it and he is absconding. How convenient!
Anyway, it pains my heart when I learnt that she is not amongst us anymore. It hurt even more to read it in the paper that it was a cruel accident (the link: http://www.hindu.com/2010/09/07/stories/2010090761390500.htm ). Never would one want to see the name of their closed one like this in the paper. Even my hands trembled to compose a mail to her son, Chintu, who lives in New Zealand to speak of Aunty’s death (as Chintu was a student, he carried no mobile).
One of the reasons, I share this ghastly incident is to convey that our society is not divided on caste, sex, or religion. It is divided on basis of money, the rich and the poor. The rich can get away and push it on the poor who often have no choice.
On probing further in to the car accident matter, the police closed the matter as the person who hit aunty’s cab said that his driver did it and he is absconding. How convenient!
Monday, June 22, 2009
D'n'E
His august presence
…. seduced his valiance
Helpless! In gusto
He’d gaze at the maestro
Alas!
Discrimination was the lord’s maiden name
Teaching him would be a shame
Dogged!
His eager hands sculpted the lord,
made it his teaching abode
Practiced all day
Surpassed the best pupil
Whence to the lord’s dismay
“Who art thou? Besieged my best pupil!”
“I am thine pupil O! Lord”
“Thine sculpture is my abode”
He saith pointing to the sculpture
“O! Sculptor
Thine dedication has won my heart
Perhaps, it’s time you pay for the art”
“Ask me anything …. Even my life”
“No! O benign sculptor
All I need is thine thumb”
Whilst the rest stayed benumbed
Ekalavya cut it with pride
And presented it to his god
Unhappy, Dronacharya took it along…
For Ekalavya was his greatest student
But he dared not to be prudent!!
Dronacharya was a good teacher but Ekalavya was a greater student..
There are very few like him…
This poem is written with a purpose
This is our fourth season at DnE(DronaCharya and Eklavya) a tutorship mentorship program at Bhumi, a hyderabad based ngo
We want every student dwelling in our slums to be an Ekalavya..
While these children are smart but an inspiration..a tutor is necessary
All it needs to be an inspiration is courage to volunteer ...a heart to volunteer
if you know anybody who volunteers to teach these children… Maths Science or English at Hyderabad it would be great..
Please get back to me at sweetz.ritz@gmail.com
and this is not social service... It is social work...Work socially towards the betterment of our country so that we can live happily!!
Thank you!!!
Btw… the pass percentage has risen from meager 5 percent to 56%
We aren’t happy yet as we Hope to make it 100 percent
for further details:
www.bhumi.in
Monday, June 8, 2009
REPORTING aLive
Beyond the shine and sheen of the glittering world of media, lies a black patch camouflaged with light of the tube. More the colours, vibrant the channel and thus darker the patch.
A patch which rules out all the morales. Decides the righteous path weighing the publicity one gets. While everybody in the media circuit knows of the dark patch but chooses not to speak of it for obvious reasons.
I had been very lucky to know of it while studying about the subject itself. Although, I wasn’t deluged but then again, it was disappointing to learn the tricks of the trade.
Before I move further I short intro: I began working once I enrolled myself for a Post graduation diploma in mass communication. I have done my engineering and moving to mass communication was my personal choice(FOR THE FIRST TIME I MADE A CHOICE).
In the classroom, as the lecturer boasted about the different flowers in the garden of media and how one can do his best to make a difference in the society, my pride was swollen. I was more than happy to drift away from engineering. For the simple reason that I began to love the engineering of my soul rather than my mind.
Anyway getting back,
Hitherto media which was a medium to communicate unleashing a different world for me but when the garden of flowers transformed into thorns which knew only the thirst of lust I landed up in a different world, making me not to believe what my lecturers taught me.
The “M” world was a battle of TRPS and no more an encyclopedia of information. People’s suffering was their source of bread and repetitive exposure of blood smeared bodies was the “Moment of the day”
Business
According to studies,
Children who grow up watching violence on television tend to have mental disorders. And in our country wailing with the sufferers is a common norm; business men have been taken undue advantage making profits of the dollops of our tears.
Did you know Door Darshan makes the highest profits ( no complaint, I like DD)and then followed by local channels making a whopping 60 cores and more.
Indeed our emotions are very valuable.
Hard work pays too.
Hard work is of course paid but then again, depends on the employer too. Learn a lot about the subject you are interested in. Specialize in a specific beat. But you must have knowledge about other beats as well. For those who don’t know: Beat is the area you are reporting in.
Well this blog is written not to scare away budding journalists but to tell you that media is not all about creating awareness, educating. There’s a lot to learn before you teach.
Don’t fall prey to any body’s misdeed. Listen to yourself. Do your best. Good luck
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