Moana – why I loved it so much

Finally I got a chance to watch the Disney Animation Moana and totally loved it.  The new trend of Disney with powerful female leads is highly appreciated (Frozen, Tangled, Finding Dory). So thank you Disney for that one.

This joyous tale of Moana depicts a strong willed teenager who listens to her heart and becomes what she wants to be (a Voyager) and not what her village forces or expects her to be. The audience is bound to cheer for her in her quest to literally save the environment from a pure lava evil. Her quest is unwittingly joined by Maui – the Demi God and Hei Hei the Chicken.

Why I loved the movie so much?

~Blatant love for pets (a piglet and a chicken)

~The movie has an empowering story.

~The story has a leading lady who has a realistic body shape

~Heart warming music

~Most importantly -- Dwayne Johnson as Maui (need I say more).

Verdict – It is a feel good movie so everyone should watch it... at least once. 

The British and their Superlatives

The other day I was watching a British television show and I realized that The British can do many things in style but their list of swear words top the chart. Even if the words are really hurtful, the Brits know how to make them sound funny or trifle with their accents. Here are some of the common curse words that don’t sound so bad. Their meanings and usages are also given for your pleasure.

Poppycock

Meaning – Senseless chatter; Usage – to suggest nonsense, foolish talks, rubbish

Bollocks

Meaning – Testicles; Usage – denoting rubbish or nonsense or an expression of disbelief! 

Bugger

Meaning – Someone who practices buggery. Can be used both as a noun or a verb; Usage – calling out a jerk or a fool, OR to replace the word ‘fuck’ such as ‘bugger off’.

Wanker

Meaning – masturbator; Usage – to identify a general douche bag, loser or a despicable human being

Twat

Meaning – Vagina; Usage – to call out an idiot or a jerk 

Important Note: This post is written for humorous purposes and does not intend to offend or hurt anyone. However if you do get offended then......

The World without Sweepea

Once there was a little black puppy that was taken from his mommy by some kids and dropped at another unknown place. The little puppy was a happy guy so instead of finding the new place a scary big world he decided to make it his new playground.

His enthusiasm towards life and love towards other dogs and humans made him a famous little guy in this new area. Most humans loved him to bits. One such human named him Sweepea. He was also known my many other names like Oreo, Blacky, Chotoo, Raja and so on.

He was not a fussy eater, ate whatever was given to him like pedigree, chicken, mutton, dal rice, milk rice. Although, he did prefer a particular Pedigree food over the others. He would not touch the chicken n vegetable variety and his favorite flavor was meat and rice.

Every morning when the humans would walk their furry buddies, this tiny bundle of joy would run along in the big field and play with those dogs and their humans alike. There was never a day when Sweepea would not greet them with a big woofs, ear-to-ear smile and super fast swooshes of the tail. So it was rather out of the ordinary when yesterday the humans did not see this ever smiling big baby greeting them in the morning.

By evening they figured out that the boy was ill and needed immediate medical care. Some of these good humans took Sweepea to the clinic and after fighting with death the entire night young Sweepea took his last breath early morning today.

As one of Sweepea’s humans I have this gut wrenching feeling that I cannot get rid of. I am devastated.  I realized that the most painful and helpless feeling in the world is to see someone breathe his last in your arms but you cannot do jack shit to keep him alive.

I understand the basic concept of life that whosoever is born shall perish eventually. Though it will still hurt incredibly I can come to terms about someone who has lived their entire life and have died of natural causes. However this is the case of a 7 to 8 months old healthy puppy who dies consuming something poisonous. 

He was loved by many and everyone stood teary eyed at his burial and we bid him goodbye with a heavy heart.

Rest in Peace Dear Sweepea!!! You shall be missed.... 

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FaceBook Etiquettes or the lack of it!

Have you ever seen posts on Facebook which read share if you love your mom and want her to live for 100 years or  share if you have a handsome son… or share and your wish will come true or you will die… you know what I am saying aright!

I mean seriously!?! What kind of nonsense is this? I want my mother to have a healthy and a happy life that means if she conks of at 75 but does not suffer I’d rather take that any day over she dragging through till 100 with a sick body and a given up mind.

Also tell me which mom will think that her son is not handsome. Even if the damn kid has a face only a mother can love, she would still  be the one finding him handsome. Won’t she?

Lastly… wishes coming true. I am fucking serious when I say people would stop sharing such things then  my timeline would be much less cluttered.  My question to you such-forward-sharers is that do you actually believe in that shit you forward? I mean if every time one such forward is shared and your wish came true, each of you would be in the best of physical shape, exceedingly rich and married to your favorite actor or the hotness you’ve been secretly fantasizing while doing your boyfriend/husband….

My point for the long rant is that most people want to enjoy the Facebook experience, so please do not forward such messages because not everyone agrees with your misguided enthusiasm….

The Day of Inertia...

Tell me my dear friends do you ever wish to be someone else? Be a bit more selfish than regular? Decide to be the person who makes you happy? Live for yourself at least for a day?

You think I’ve gone bonkers… don’t you?

That may very well be the case dear pals... but I’m getting increasingly tired of being constantly expected to behave as a wife, daughter-in-law, or daughter…  I value each of these relationships but for once I want to be ME and this is how I want to spend my day of inertia (as I would like to call it).

• I would like to wake up one day with no worries about my to-do list. 
• I want to be pampered and spoilt silly for a day. 
• I want to spend the day snuggling my cuddle bugs and reading a good book. 
• Intermittently my beer mug will be refilled by an invisible house elf and plates will apparate with variety of finger food.
• I want a good and sleep inducing head and foot massage, free of cost obviously.
• I am not being greedy, but a day like this once a month would be a luxury that I wish I could get…

Well… dream’s over… c’mon… get back to work…. Yes you… as you were my friend...

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The Legend of Lakshmi Prasad – Book Review

I had built up an immense hope right from the time I ordered the book from Amazon. Ever since reading Twinkle Khanna’s ‘Mrs Funnybones’ I was bursting with excitement to read this one. Needless to say I had pre-booked it and my patience was thoroughly paid off.  

I started & finished this book in one sitting as I was waiting in line for my turn for a bank transaction during these testing days of demonetization.

The collection of short stories talks about the matters of heart & determination. My favorite of the entire bunch was the one with Noni Appa and finding love at an unexpected corner of her life. The others in the collection are enjoyable as well. I was rather awestruck by ‘The Sanitary Man from a sacred land’ which like all her other stories is written with so much grace and ingenuity. Fashioned on the struggle of Arunachalam Muruganantham, the author has woven the story with panache and added some fictional bits as well. Of course being an ardent fan of dogs, I absolutely loved the relationship between her lead character Bablu and his mongrel Choti.  Both Muruganantham & she have proven that feminism need not only be the property of women, strong men can be supreme feminists too.  

Whether it is the one with the young girl who creates a plan to save the girl child of the village or the one with the lady who was on a tryst to find the meaning of life & true love, each of Ms. Khanna’s characters are embodiment of will power & strength of character.  

My verdict:

Must read for everyone whether you are a feminist or not.

I am in love with her writing and I eagerly wait for her next literary excellence to pop up. 

Washroom selfies and more..

So last evening my bum-chum Srushti and I were at a posh theater waiting for a movie to start. We decided to make use of the time by taking some of our customary selfies like a selfie in front of the giant poster of the said movie; another with all our food items in hand, then 1 individual photo each and so on and so forth…

You’d think that since we are in our late 30’s we’d be tired of the selfie syndrome by now; but no my dear friend, we are not tired; in fact there is no lack of selfie taking preparation on side. Our hair has to be flipped and noses have to be powdered and of course for me the only other criterion is that my wobbly tummy should not be seen in the image!  Yes I am shallow that ways!

Anyhoo, after all our customary selfies were taken, we decided it would be awesome to check out why washroom selfies are so much in vogue with everyone... right from a school kid to a fashionista. 

Armed with our selfie stick and an iPhone we went in the little ladies room and CLICK CLICK CLICK we immortalized the PVR toilet in our photo albums.

Now our grandchildren would also see our photos and say “hey grandma... that used to be the PVR Theater” and we’d say “Yes baby it used to be a cool place before the apocalypse happened and the world got ruined”…  Also my friend and I would reminisce and argue in our senescence as to in which theater was this image taken.

Oh dear… now see what I did! I digressed too much into the future. So coming back to our ‘now’, I don't think we will take another washroom selfie... because of the following...

1. No good lights - God alone knows why the theater washrooms have such dim lights. It's not that you'd be having a romantic dinner or a smooch session in the ladies loo. How are we supposed to see our faces and powder our noses if the lights are as bright as a single candle in a football stadium? 
2. BECAUSE IT IS STUPID – Now that it is out of our system I believe that it is going to be included in our customary selfie list... like EVER…

I know I know what you are thinking... that these girls are silly and this post is stupid... but my dear friends, before you make a face at this article or consider us ludicrous, please go to a public loo (not a stinky one though) and click a selfie.  Only and only then you have a right to call me frivolous and silly else we are free-spirited! 

What do I really want?

What do I want in life! I’ve been thinking about this question since last week. An acquaintance of mine genuinely asked me as to what I want in life? So many answers came rushing to me that I almost got a headache and I started rambling on. Then this man asks me “what is the one thing that you truly want in life and you know you deserve it.”

I was stumped. I mean I’ve bucket full things I want in life, but determining the priority among the list was rather painful. I thought about it for a long time and could narrow my bucket list to 5 things but I could not make myself agree on the thing that should take precedence over the others.

 In my childhood, when mommy would force me to go temple hopping with her, I’d make a list of things in my head for a bargaining session with God, but at the most opportune moment, I could never decide which is the one thing I wanted most in life at that point... so I always ended up saying “please help all the strays everywhere”.

I would return home upset thinking ‘Almighty’ won this round of transaction because I could not ask for anything for me. I also promised myself that next time we go temple hopping I’d have the negotiation list ready!

Obviously that has never happened till date and now I’ve stopped going to temples altogether.

So getting back to what I want. I of course want World peace and End of Hunger; but I am a selfish & a materialistic person so yes I also want affluence and good health for my family and a giant SUV (black). Then there are some eeny meeny wishes as well... more like greed. I know they are not right, but what the hell, they are there.

Normally, I do not need much time to make up my mind or take any decisions but this is a never ending failure on my part! I have no more than 3 to 5 regrets in my entire life, and not been able to give precedence to my wants may be one of them!

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Prepping for Diwali!

Yes, you read it right… I’ve started my Diwali preparation from now only. And NO, I don’t mean by cleaning house and shopping for Diyas & Kandils.

My Diwali preparation begins with making the festival as comfortable as possible for my bachlings. Loud noises scare the heebie-jeebies out of them. They do not eat, they shiver, they find places to hide like under the table or bed. They have elevated heart rates and poor guys look mortified for those few days.

“The few days” range between one-week to one-month as people have enough money to burn on firecrackers for a whole f@#$ing month. Though I love the festival of lights, I absolutely detest the smog, and the noise created by the firecrackers! Oh and I also hate the drunken people on the roads who consider being a jerk as being somewhat of an item.

My only aim during the festival is making lives a little less scary for my babies. Things I am doing to make life a little simpler for these guys are;

Ordered Anxocare from Himalaya

It is an ayurvedic medicine which I will start from after Dussehra and will continue till November.

Ear Muffs

My cousin is creating crocheted ear muffs for the guys with Styrofoam and what not. I understand that the noises will not be drowned out completely but it would be less. So I am very hopeful for that.

Changing their walkie time

Normally they’d go at 9:30 AM and 9:30 PM and once in the afternoon if they are dying to go. But during this month we try to change it to early evening and early morning as the crackers noises are less and the smog is at this lowest as well.

Keeping windows closed

Since people in our area are so work-less that they start with the crackers from a week before the actual day, so the windows will be closed and thick curtains will be drawn from evening till late at night until the noise stops.

Preparing their favorite meals

I have created a plan for their meals. Usually they eat kibbles for lunch and home cooked meal for dinner. For these days, they get yummy home cooked meal during the day so that they can peacefully and happily eat their nom noms and pedigree will remain un-spoilt for a longer duration at night in case if they wish to eat after the noises have stopped.

Staying with them during those days

Like every year, I’ve made plans to be with my babies for that 1 week. Since 2010 (when I got Ole home), all my Diwalis are spent with Ole and since 2 years with Thimpoo as well. I strongly believe that the babies should not be without their trusted humans on those scary days. This, in no way means I will be stuck to them. Nope! Nada! Nien! I don’t molly coddle them when they are scared, else they’d know it is good to be scared.

What I do is, I stay with them in the same room, but they have their hide outs and spaces to chill wherein I keep their toys (for Thimpoo, Ole does not care for toys), pillows, blankets etc… anything that helps them keep calm. I keep on talking to them in a normal tone and continue with my work.

Each year I request people everywhere (in person & on social media) to say NO to crackers and sincerely hope that someday they will listen!

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Badly Bengali

Hello dear chums! How are we today? Did we have good breakfast? Good! Now let’s continue with my rants, because it is all about me… isn’t it! Of course it is! It’s my blog! So let us proceed!

With Durga Puja beginning with Mahalaya today, I sat down thinking, am I a true Bengali? I ask this question rather often, because of the following;

• I never feel the feeling of Pujo (All the days are same for me, no special get-together/fun time for those days)
• I do not care much for Kolkata street food (because I’ve never tasted any)
• I am not well versed with Robindro Sangeet (I cannot sing, not even to save my life)
• Pandal hopping is not as enjoyable as before (too much crowd & too many screaming elated Bengali aunties hitting the highest possible octave while they chit chat)
• Political chats do not entice me at all (I detest the futile chit chat about what which politician should do and should not)
• I am not much of a Tea person (I am more of a coffee person).
• I have zero understanding of art (especially paintings and poetry)

After racking my brains and memories (read my previous article to see how difficult it is for me to play through my memories) for a long time, I have decided I am as Bengali as I can get and I am proud of it.

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Like any true Bengali person, I have a steady supply of Boroline, Gelusil and Aqua ptychotis syrup with me.

We do use a Guptopress Ponjika (a book of auspicious dates, horoscope for the year, constellation placements throughout the year etc) at home.

I love bhapa ilish, shukto, aaloo bhaaja and mochar ghonto (and other lip smacking Bengali dishes as well)

I am a big fan of Soumitra Chatterjee (a total dude of the Golden Age of Bengali cinema & my 1^st favorite Feluda) and have watched and re watched almost all of his movies (not all though).

I may not be well versed with Robindro Sangeet but I have devoured books of Sharadindu Bandyopadhyay, Leela Majumdar, Sunil Ganguli, Satyajit Ray (and the likes of them)

Amidst all my favorite fictional detectives from all over the world, Feluda and Byomkesh Bakshi come in first 5 alongside Sherlock Holmes, Tintin – the reporter and Chief Inspector Jacques Clouseau.

Oh and yes… I am the proud owner of the complete Tintin and Asterix series.

Most importantly I can proudly say that thanks to my grandma, I am well versed with the spoken and written language, something that not many Probashi Bengali (a term used for a Bengali living outside Bengal) can say. 

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My friends would know that I make fun of the Bengali accent and certain stereotypes that are there (like in every other culture), but no ‘non-bengalis’ can do that in front of me and get away with it.  I am proud to be a Bengali no matter which state I stay in!

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Forgetting things – one incident at a time!

Hello dear friends! Welcome back to my blog! Today we talk about my fantastic memory.

Those who know me well will validate the fact that I am a forgetful person. So much so that it is not even cute or funny anymore. It has so happened in the past that I have erased an entire person from my memory and did not even remember her when I saw her again after ages. Not until she reminded me that we were rather bum chummy at one point of time. 

This has happened more than once. The other day I was absolutely mortified because this friend of mine and I were in Bandra and she pointed out to a random stranger and said “look there is your ex”!!!!! It was an awkward moment because the dude politely greeted me and walked away! I just could not recall his face not even if my life depended on it!

To make myself capable in the professional front, I always carry a small notebook and a pen furiously jotting down my to-do list for the day or if someone told me something important which I may have to remember for a later discussion. I have been called “bhullakad bhaaji”, “Gajni”, “Dori” and whatnot for this thing!

Despite this ludicrous condition of mine, there are certain things that spark random memories without any rhyme or reason to pop up in my head, but they do! Like the other day I was preparing dinner when suddenly my food gave out an aroma that instantly reminded me of my granny when she cooked cauliflower. Just flashes of memories but enough to make me happy and sad at the same time.

I try to hold on to memories from the yore as much as possible because remembering them is always bittersweet. Some odd things that transport me to the past are;

• Old perfume bottles
• Unknown smell can be either of an incense stick or a plant that suddenly reminds me of the forgotten days
• Old post cards/inlands
• Retro songs (most of the songs from my days are categorized as ‘retro’ now)
• Old photographs
• Random chat sessions with my bro

I make it a point to solve crosswords & puzzles and read a lot. I also eat almonds because it is scary to think that I might lose all of it… eventually!

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I have a pregnancy scar but no child to show for it!!!

Mine was not a planned pregnancy at all. I suffered from PCOS since long and was under medication for the same (which my then gynecologist had confirmed that also doubled as oral contraceptives). So in my head I was absolutely sure that there was zero chance of pregnancy for me, which was a good thing as I am not a very maternal person.  

So when my morning sickness and constant bouts of puke sessions started, I was sure that the chicken I was eating was giving me upset stomach and acidity. Normally, I love any preparation of chicken, but during those days, I could not stand the smell of chicken or anything fried. I was under the impression that my body was telling me to reject this stuff because of indigestion and acidity.  Also since I’d miss my periods more often than not, I did not pay heed to the fact that it was 3 months and no signs of period had happened.

Since I did not realize I was pregnant, I continued my normal life, like lifting heavy bags, walking my dog (Ole Kumar was young and unruly back then and used to pull in all directions). Occasional drinking of cola, beer and wine, road side fast food and Chinese food also continued and I took pain medications that would be a big ‘no’ during pregnancy, as my back and legs would hurt a lot.  

One day, I was travelling to meet a friend, I saw a rodent becoming a road kill in the traffic and burst into tears which slowly transformed into a howl and the auto wala got mighty scared and kept asking me what has happened. Now I couldn’t tell him that I was sobbing because of a road kill. Nope, not really!

After a continued sobbing session over the road kill in front of my friend, she insisted that I get a pregnancy test done immediately is when I jogged (yes, I jogged) to the nearby medical store and bought 2 test kits of different brands (just to be sure)! 

After 2 pink strips on both the tests, the point was driven home that I was pregnant! That’s when she and I calculated to figure out that I was at least 3 months pregnant!!!!!

Called my husband to meet me at the earliest (did not tell him the news over the phone). When I met him I was all red from crying. I didn’t even know why I was crying so much, but I was.  After parking myself in the auto I told him the news. For those who don’t know my husband, he believes in having a poker face for all life altering situations, so I could not figure out whether he was happy or not and I started crying again. It seemed I was carrying a raw onion with me always that my eyes had to tear up at the drop of a hat.

Anyhow, we went to an obstetrician and as per her calculations as well I was 3 months pregnant. So my first trimester was over without me knowing about it or without the care that I needed to take for my li’l pea (as I decided to name my unborn child then).

Arrays of blood tests and ultra sound started from that day onwards, and I continued being a bundle of emotions getting pissed off or upset over nothing.

Even though li’l pea was an accident, I could see myself with a baby, and to my surprise I was happy about it. I was now taking folic acids and other meds I was prescribed by the doctor, I would listen to good music (classic rock) so that the kid develops a good taste in music, and I would read happy books and graphic novels then again to transfer the interest in books to li’l pea. I started eating healthy and walking daily. Now my husband would walk my Ole Kumar (furry baby) and I would walk alongside.

Whole lot of tests and ultra sounds happened over the next few weeks because everything started late. By the middle of the fourth month, we found out to our horror that the baby does not have a proper spine and brain growth. Doctors politely explained the entire situation to us and left the decision on to me.

Like I said earlier I am not a very maternal person, but the pregnancy had made me see otherwise. I loved li’l pea to bits and I knew what I had to do. No matter how much I fell in love with the kid and no matter how everyone thought this was my only chance to pregnancy (as I was 35 back then), I could not bring a child into this world who would be incapable of taking care of himself/herself when old enough. Horrible thoughts came to my mind that what would happen to my child after we are not alive (this would be a concern if the child was born with less than adequate brain and spine development).

Feeling less than human I took the decision to terminate my pregnancy. My baby was a fighter as no amount of medicines or injections worked on him. Finally, just before the end of the 5^th month, a C-section surgery and li’l pea was no more. 

Did I think I’d feel absolutely miserable even after couple of years after the incident, no! But I do! Did I consider the fact that I would tear up even while writing this? Absolutely not, I am stronger than this... but I did! Even though I never shed a tear after the surgery, the thought of it still kills me a little bit inside every freaking time.

What I am trying to say here is, every person grieves in a different way, take your time and upsetting as it is, ladies who have suffered this, there is nothing to be ashamed off.

 Be strong and be well!!!

Note: Article previously published on www.itemmom.com (http://itemmom.com/pregnancy-scar-child-show-it/)

Undeniable feelings

A typical day of mine consists of a bunch of mixed emotions. However, the below mentioned feelings are something that attack me at different junctures of most days & I can’t seem to shake them off!

Feeling of ‘I don’t belong here’

Feeling of helplessness that I cannot help all the dogs that I see on the street

Feeling of absolute content when I look at my bachlings

Feeling of absolute terror as an aftermath of some of my nightmares

Most importantly… the feeling of hunger at random and inappropriate moments 

PINK! my review

No means No! 

These words have a reinforced effect after the release of the movie 'Pink'!

Everything about this movie is so deliberate and hard hitting! Even the name of the movie is not chosen as a girl's favorite color. Veeresh Malik, (a blogger who wrote for TOI), explained that in many countries and cultures, the word Pink means “vagina of the sort that is bought, with violence”.

Every girl who has even walked alone on the roads will relate to this movie. "Pink" is not only about the final violation but about small things that the women have to tolerate everyday like eve teasing, butt pinching, boob grabbing, leering & to a certain extent racism!

Dripping with sarcasm each sentence coming out of Sr. Bachchan's mouth was heart wrenching. I was astounded at the callousness of certain college going crowd in the theater who laughed at them considering them to be jokes.

The girls (Taapsee Pannu, Andrea Tariang & Kirti Kulhari) were fabulous in their roles. Everything about the movie is just as should be. No annoying item numbers, unnecessary music or irrelevant dialogs or scenes, everything fit like a glove. Perfect combination of writing, direction and acting, this movie may be considered as the movie of the year!

My verdict –
• This is the movie that the country needs now.
• Must watch for everyone, your gender or age does not matter!
• Mr. Amitabh Bachchan is the dude of the century when it comes to acting!

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Note: This article was previously published on http://itemmom.com/the-film-pink/

Love or Not to love!

I think I may have been in love with you. I know so! I have loved you since the day I saw you the first time! I know I know... it is mushy & stupid, and a line that has been used till death. But I cannot help it, I speak of nothing but the truth! I could think of nothing but you in those years of my life. I was in my teens when I saw you, and and everything about you turned me into a mushy sucker! 

To think of it, had I put in that much of attention into my studies, as I invested in you, I'd have much better results back then! 

You were my first love and I think the feeling is still there!

Wait! What now! 

Why am I talking about you after so many years? What made me think of you! Do I actually love you or just the idea of you! 

What kind of love is this? We were never together! The idea of us being together is ludicrous! You many never know how I feel, because obviously I shall NEVER say.. EVER! 

Now that I am penning it down, it does seem a bit odd and I feel like the Queen of creep central! But let me assure you it is nothing like that! Yes I followed you around like a love sick puppy, stalked you, gave you few blank calls; but all in the name of love! Nothing creepy about it!

The hard core truth is... Possibly if I knew you now, I may not even be in love with you! But, I’d like the teenage me to have this feeling alive within her! It is hurting no one, the late 30 me is not going to do anything about it! That feeling just sits there in a time capsule etched in the teenage me's heart forever! 

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Karma is NOT a bitch…

As per our Hindu religion, Karma plays a pivotal role. If we do well this lifetime, then we will have better Karma in store for our next life but damn you if you do anything bad… you shall suffer eternal damnation in your next life!

I have a question here… what happens if we are really mean in this life but follow all rituals & do pujas like a clock work, will my next life be good or bad!?!

Tell tell…

Anyways, without digressing further, let me come to the point of this post. My dear friends it is most obvious that I am not here to give gyaan about karma... but I am writing this to tell you two things I’ve understood over a period of time…

1. Karma will punch the crap out of you in this very lifetime only
2. It will not happen the way you expect or anticipate.

For example, the other day I overheard a person with a ludicrous voice and the mean ass that I am; I made fun of it... (Behind his back of course, I am not that evil). I was expecting that my voice will be made fun of eventually some day.  However, that did not happen! No Sir! I completely lost my voice for over 2 days.

So karma bit me in my ass but in a different way!

So what was the point of this rant of mine? A simple sentence actually!

Every action has consequences so please be very careful of what you say or do OR whom you hurt! It all comes back!

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