Sparrow ‘s Nest 

Today sat down to write a post and was about to publish when some thing went wrong and it was ruined and had to cancel the publishing. I don’t know why but today everything is bit on the loose end.
But I have so many things to say that I can’t just sit mourning the mesh up that occured this morning.
I actually got the video of a small sparrow family where both male sparrow and the female sparrow were taking turns to feed the babies. When the mamma sparrow flew to bring the food papa sparrow sat with children and vice versa. Once both came out of the nest and were sitting on the grill of my balcony when suddenly the babies started chirping very loudly as if we’re afraid of being alone. The papa sparrow first flew back to nest and as the mamma sparrow entered the nest the male sparrow sat on the verge of nest and looked around for a while and being satisfied of the surrounding that there was no danger he flew away and within Moments returned back with food in beak.and went to the nest exactly at the same moment mamma sparrow flew for the food. Meanwhile the chirping of the babies continued. When it returned with food it didn’t go directly to the nest, instead sat on the grill and saw around and as she caught sight of me it flew farther away from there and sat on a pipe. I didn’t want to miss the chance to shoot her feeding the babies so kept standing there. As long as I stood there it didn’t come near the nest. The chirping increased and the papa sparrow cocked out of the nest as if checking what’s taking mamma sparrow to get late. Then I had to move little away from where I was standing with the cam. Then only the bird flew in the nest. For few seconds or the minute at the most both of them stayed in the nest and then papa sparrow flew away. This story continued for a while. It gave such a pleasure to see the sharing of liability and equal participation in the upbringing and care of babies even in the birds. At the time of posting it the mesh up occured and I couldn’t upload it.
But it gave me a point to think that in the society in this part of world where I live it’s not taken as shared or equal responsibility. Instead it’s totally left over the female parent. I am not saying all are Sam but still in this age a bigger number in society believes that it’s th duty of a mother to up bring the child from the day one to the day she dies. If something good happens the credit is given to the father saying his children and without doing anything much or at all he will take all the credit but if something bad or wrong happens to or with or even because of the children, no matter who is responsible, the blame goes to the mother. I was thinking why can’t we be like these birds. At least during the initial and crucial time when he guidence of both the parents is required. And specially when the mother requires the help and support from the father.
As far as my knowledge goes, involvement of both parents in the right, disciplined and balanced guidence and upbringing, the children turn out to be good person, citizen and human being apart from good children to parents.

Pleasant Morning

Today the weather is so pleasant that if I could leave everything and sit enjoying it I would have done it. In the early morning when I went out in the balcony (my balcony has small plant pots with flowers and climbers in them, making my balcony grill apt for such weathet) I wanted to take a coffee cup and my writing to sip on coffee while writing my blog, but morning time is too tightly packed with other work to keep me on my toes. So I decided to finish off everything soon and sit down to write in this inspiring scenerio.

So here I am with my blog in the balcony, with little green plants and cool breeze of rainy day. The direction of the drizzling is towards the balcony so it’s falling on my face making me feel like some fresh natural mist with green scent, rejuvenating me instantly. The sparrows and pigeons have come to sit on my grill to take shelter. One little young sparrow is shaking itself to get rid of rain water. The chirping of the birds and the goo goo sound of the pigeons is like a music to my ears. In the hustle of all domestic chores it’s so relaxing.

Now as some time has passed the drizzling is stopped, the birds have flown away, I am left alone with my thoughts. At some distance still one or two sparrows are chirping. My domestic help has just turned in. The sounds she is making while cleaning and washing bring me back to the reality.

I want to bask in this natural beauty for some more time but have to sign off as I have an appointment with the doctor, so got to go but I know I will come back and enjoy this scene for some more time before lunch.
Tuesday Chatter 93

One day out in the nature

Last week from Wednesday afternoon to Thursday afternoon my whole day was spent amidst nature.

The weather was cloudy and it drizzled now and then. The surrounding was rich in greenery. Wednesday evening was spent in the pool which was surrounded by tall green trees and heavy floral bushes. Dinner was followed by a lazy walk in the green pathways, covered by all sorts of plants, trees and hedges. When the wind blew it brought different scent every time with it. Dim lights were lit all through the walk way. The walk was all needed at the time. It did refreshed mind and gave new energy.

 Next morning we had to leave early to continue the journey. So after 1 hour’s drive the scenery changed totally. It seemed that nature has painted on the canvas of landscape with grey sky as background and different shades of lush green r in foreground. The depth was visible without the camera Eye.  In some places along the road trees were covered by climbers and that gave a totally different formation to the whole thing. The plain land area gave the look of a beautiful hill station. I got to see some big banyan trees covering a large area beneath.

At a point couldn’t resist the urge to get down and feel the drops on my face when it was drizzling. The coolness of water and scenty breeze ruffling my hair felt like mother nature herself touching my face.

The whole experience is unexpressed in words. It was like some secret passage of nature unfolded itself in front of us. I just lived my one day outing in the nature and the experience will be nurtured for life in my memories.

It’s never too late to…

Life…! A beautiful journey. Full of new experiences, lessons, views and all.
One should not stop the process of learning all through the life
‘coz it may hinder the growth in many ways. ..may that be spiritually, emotionally,physically or mentally. Learning something new every day is the way of life’s journey.

I once read a story long back ago, about a lady who was a maiden and wanted to stay so. She was a teacher and used to visit her brother, who was a family man, on a regular basis. But her sister in law always shied away from her and niece and nephew also were on some distance. The reason was she never used to appreciate them, their choice, or never encouraged them.
One day she was talking about the attitude of her sister in law and her children, with her colleague, who in return told her that it was not their fault but hers. She should appreciate and encourage them.
Lady thought about the advice of her friend and decided to change herself from then. The next visit to her brother’s house was overwhelming experience for her. The moment she reached there, her sister in law just returned from shopping. Lady asked her what shopping has she done and when she showed her, she praised and said your choice is really nice, can you take me shopping next time, I also want so beautiful clothes. Listening this the sister in law felt so happy and satisfied that she forgot all her resistances against her and sat chatting to her, made tea for her and asked her to stay for dinner, similarly the children seeing affectionate side of their aunt were amazed. Since then the life of the lady turned, she never felt lonely or out of family.

So as far as I am concerned it’s never too late to learn humanity, to show affection and appreciation to save the relationships and maintain love in them. Being humble is all required to nurture the relations.

‘This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’

A celebrity’s wife

So much show going on outer front

The inner self is unheard and silent

The loneliness no one can understand

The irony is, she only chose the status


Unheard desires, unsung love songs

Too much to handle, but nothing allowed to say

What she gets is bonus of her own deeds

Time is the only thing she hurdles for… the We time!


All chores, children and family, she will laugh with

But her own self longing the company of her beloved

Only that but everything she gets…the name, fame, money

Not what she actually wants, the actual point the journey started with!


All you see is her smiles not the tears, she brink

Lashes flap and take it away with a beaming smile

Oh! Why she chose this loneliness and filth of life

May she rest in peace! after she is gone.

IBMC #10: The Happiness Challenge

Oh! Finally I made it to the last challenge. It was a good learning experience.

Happiness is….

Mom’s lap to sleep , father’s chest to hide your face when you are worried, or them both to hide behind them when feel danger.

Happiness is also looking into your be love’s eye and see the future to gather,  it’s when you see your child smile for the first time or call you mamma papa for the first time.

When you get your dream job or when your parents agree to your choice of life partner. When your first dream comes true and everyone is applause g for you.

To see a creased face smiling through dull color but bright eyes. Sun rays falling on your face and giving a light hue to your eyes. The morning or evening in garden between green grass and beautiful flowers. A good book in hand to read and coffee with sandwiches to eat.

This life is too short so for me happiness is everything that makes me smile heartily.


IBMC #09: The Be a Baby Challenge

For me writing the being baby challenge is very heartbreaking and going through all the pains again. Very tedious task. But still wanna give it a try.

After many years of marriage I mean a love marriage, where you trust your better half more than yourself (for me trusting someone more than myself is the biggest thing even more than trusting ones parents, may be that’s the reason I am suffering or being punished) and suddenly at point of time you come to know that your better half has cheated you and when you try to digest that peace of news you come face to face with one more heart breaking fact that they in actual words betrayed you and crushed your feelings and self respect under their feet.

At this point of time I was so much broken and lost that till now I am stumbling to stand up from the ground. I am learning to have faith and confidence in myself. Like a baby I am trying to hold on for support to fightback and learn that I can do it. But it is very hard because I always fall down. All the environment around me is so different. Everyday I am struggling to trust what they say and doubting them at the same time. When I am out, sometimes it freaks me out that what if my better half leave or forget me. These days I am trying to learn how to laugh or smile or how to react to different situations in my life post this truth that I am not alone in my better half’s life. As a child tries to attract the attention I am trying to attract my better half’s attention or so I feel. I took classes just to learn how to live normally. Everyday of my life since then I am getting to know something new about them and my tryst is always how to cope with it. I am redefining myself. For me the biggest throwback is my own self!  I never knew I could be so calm on such a matter, because I’ve always been on front foot to tackle any such  unjust to my friends. Now every new day I am learning to confront myself. Every single day I am trying to face my depressive thoughts without harm. At least my first step I’ve taken correct and kept firm, that I came out of severe depression. I don’t know whether I will ever be cured from self harming situation or not because I am still in learning process, every day every situation.

In nutshell I am learning to live and trust again. Trying to regain lost self confidence.



When it pains in the heart

You just sit quiet in the corner

Seeing them kissing and mingling

Forgetting you like

For them it never existed

One day suddenly they wake up

And realise you never were

When they see you silently leaving

It fumes them and they shout

You are in pains

To them it never occurs

Suddenly as they forgot you

They come with open hands for you

Expecting you forgive and forget

But never leaving the other

If you cry or complain

The whole blame is on you

Can you do what they ask?

Will you accept division of love?

No not me, but may be I am wrong

Will you help me to find my answer.





Night at a high level party venue.

What a gathering! Who’s who of the society and the glamour world in attendance. Everyone enjoying and chatting. The whole place was lighted and decorated like a bride.

In a farthest corner of the garden by the pool side, where the light was little dim, was the dullest corner of the party.

There sat a couple of last four years. Holding hands, and her head rested on his shoulder. Distress was visible on her face.

Shadow and light played a pattern on her face making it more deep.

A glittering drop of tear rolls down her cheek and a sob escaped.

Then he kept his hand around her shoulder and pressed lightly, understanding the pain, both were going through. After sometime they stood up to leave, when an ounce mentioned was made. And everyone started to sing happy birthday for the baby.

The couple was dreading the moment which has arrived, now it was obvious that it was non avoidable. Slowly dragging the feet they moved towards the area.

As she approached to bless the baby with him behind, someone from the gathering whispered,” Oh! how can she attend such a function!. So many years and still not a single birthday celebrated in their home.”

They hurriedly went on the stage and fearing the reaction of baby’s parents, kissed it and got down. And were passing the gathering when they heard some mixed whispers. Some sympathised, some pitied and very few understood their pain.

In the car parking she broke out.  Some how he sobered her up, controlling his own feelings and drove back home. None spoke or even flickered eyes. Only some flashbacks going on, in their mind.

Four years back when they married, a dream of small sweet family twinkled in their eyes. After one year when she was expecting they mat with an accident.

When her eyes opened in the hospital she was surrounded by him and all the family members. Long gloomy faces told her what she didn’t want to hear. Then came the doctor with worst news ever.

The delivery they were expecting was cancelled naturally. But there were more chances to come. And since then they were waiting for that delivery of gift. With a jersey the car came to holt and with that they came to reality.

Later in the bedroom with dim night light, both were talking of the ruthlessness of the comments and wondering, that still in such a high class society this evil mentality existed.

The next morning came with a beautiful decision. They visited an orphanage and decided to adopt a baby girl as a bundle of joy to be delivered at their home.

2 years have passed since then, he was sitting in a waiting lounge of a hospital with their little angel hovering around him, shouting and shrieking  with joy and exciment at the news that she was going to have a sibling.

Finally the doctor came out with a smile on his face and he was allowed to see his wife and the baby. In the room four of them were beaming with happiness and the girl was clutching on to the baby, all smiles and both parents were clutching her tightly, thanking her stars that brought this unexpected delightful delivery in their life.

IBMC #08: The Nursery Rhyme Challenge

Pussycat, pussycat

Where have you been?


I’ve been up to London

To visit the Queen.


Pussycat, pussycat

What did you there?


I frightened a little mouse

Under her chair.


For a housewife in middle class Indian family, though she might be well educated and we’ll qualified yet what she does is hides behind her daily chores, looking after family…etc. Even going on tours or places is sometimes a dream for her.This might go like this…its my perception if I hurt feelings please pardon me.


Mrs. xyz,  Mrs. xyz

Where have you been?


I’ve been up to kitchen,

To cook the day’s last meal.


Mrs. xyz, Mrs. xyz

What did you do there?


I ended up cleaning utensils

For next day keeping everything clear.