My Sponsored Wedding!!!

“If you’re born poor, it’s not your mistake. But if you die poor, it’s your mistake" – Bill Gates.

This saying of Mr. Gates always haunted me. I know few facts about me, which are difficult to modify. “I know I am Poor, I know my parents cannot afford a grand wedding for me, I know I am raised well not to find bad shortcuts to make quick money.” “I also know that I am extremely CREATIVE.”

Before reaching conclusion, let me draw my understanding of marriage. We all know marriage in our lives is a one-time thing (* excluding few immature, valid reasons). Marriage for me is an event which is part of my life and not a life in itself. By marriage, I mean as a celebration as I invite new lives in my life and get invited by others in their lives. 

In the view of national interest I insisted myself to get married simple and invite everyone over a single lunch or dinner.  Strong oppositions came from everyone in and around the family. Fact again, is I am weak to fight them.  But, to cut down my parent’s burden, I convinced everyone with my creativeness. Though opposition was constant, I had to execute the idea for my own reasons.

Alone I was sipping my chai at the office pantry and was a little blue thinking about my current situation. I am the only earner in my family and I have thousand things to pay at the month end which haunts me from month beginning. My parents were worried as their little girl was growing older and not getting settled with a companion. They were also worried about people talking ill about me as I was unmarried.

Suddenly my eyes struck into a hording outside which said “Artistic-I Performance hall Sponsors for your Artistic performances, all enthusiasts can register.” Artistic- I is a new performance hall which is open down town and it was inviting performers for whom they provided hall for free as its promotion activity. I slipped into my creative basket and thought “Marriage = Performance, Me and others involved are the performers”. Why can’t I get my marriage sponsored??

This bug hit me so hard that I could not stop thinking about it day in and out. Finally, the day came where I was all set with the ingredients of marriage such as Groom (main ingredient) his family and mine.  My parents accepted for all the preparations that had to be done for a marriage. Here I enter the war field and say “I have an Idea and I want you folks to accept it. This should be easy for you to accept as I have already spoken to the groom’s side and they are okay with it. I throw a bomb and it’s named as “My Sponsored Wedding”.”  My parents were cool enough as my in-laws gave a green signal to my idea.

I short-listed necessities for the marriage and searched for a potential sponsor who is new in the market.

1. Marriage Hall- Mangal Mantap, is a new convention centre which is placed in a remote place of the city. The hall is very good but did not get exposed due to location constraint. I spoke to the owner and convinced him to Sponsor one wedding of mine which can lead to many and I guaranteed of advertising it. So, Place for my marriage- Check 
2.  Decoration- Fragrance, is a new decorator in the city and fortunately my very close friend. She accepted to sponsor all the decorations (such as flowers, pendals etc) as she was eager to jump into the market with easy advertising. So, Decoration for my marriage- Check
3. Event Coordination- WE, an event management company were looking for a potential wedding to kick start their business. For my good fate I bumped into these people and shot my idea to them. They were okay to sponsor my Makeup, organise a performance in sangeet ceremony and coordinate all the important marriage events. So, Event Coordination for my marriage- Check
4.  Jewellery, Clothing- All Mart, is a new store in the market which has everything necessary for marriage such as clothing, jewellery, groceries etc. I spoke to the chairperson of the store and managed for the sponsorship of the above said with the assurance of easy and effective advertisement.So, wardrobe for my marriage- Check
5. Food- People might forget all the events in a marriage but food is the one thing which is always remembered. Swad, is a caterer who is new in town and I convinced him to put his first effort in my marriage. It’s generally believed that food should be served in a wedding to all for which we are blessed. So, I accepted to share this part where in I paid the expenses of the labourers. So, food for my marriage- Check

This covers almost all important things required for a good marriage. Hello, where did I forget   Photography..?? Okay, this was not sponsored, but all my friends gifted me the photography for the wedding. I don’t know whether to treat this as a sponsorship. (Inputs are welcome.)

And this is how “My Sponsored Wedding” concludes with a grand success. My creative head came to my rescue and bought joy to me and people around.

  

It’s now time to thank all the sponsors: and a big banner outside awaits which says-

“I Thank, ‘Mangal Mantap’ for their beautiful wedding space, ‘Fragrance’ for their extraordinary decorations, ‘WE’ for their splendid and energetic event coordination, ‘All Mart’ for their marvellous and exquisite collections in clothing, Jewellery etc. ‘Swad’ for their delicious food.

Without you guys I would have never seen this day.”

PS: The story and all the ideas above are imaginary; people are welcome to use this idea if found helpful.

I Thank my cousin Navya, for sharing the same thought as mine in this idea.

I came across a blog where much greater live ideas were expressed. Have a look and enjoy. Nice thought by “blog.nikhil.co.in”

Swear to DRUNK I am not GOD

What a beautiful feeling it is. Earth is above and sky under. I now Swear to DRUNK I am not GOD… and this tells you guys how stable I am!!

I was all decked up to go to an event in a seven star hotel. Satin top, formal skirt, elegant stilettos and perfect makeup. As Carrie Bradshaw says “I fell in love with myself”.

Oh boy!! What an amazing hotel it was. Words fall short to explain its beauty. The marble flooring, Golden ceiling, well dressed staff who gave a warm welcome to the participants of the event. “As I said, words really fall short to explain its beauty.” No wonder I fell in love with the wash room too.

Event had begun with the big music and the hot hosts had arrived on the ramp with their sweet and witty talks. They had a plan for the evening and the competitions were conducted to give away the best and expensive prizes.

As the admirer in me was admiring the hotels beauty, I entered the venue a tad late. Because of which I had my table at the end. Yes, I was a back bencher again.

All my life I was a back bencher and this was not a big deal for me. I sat on my table which was surrounded by beautiful ladies. Not pushing myself to a corner I started speaking to them socially and I discovered that they were all ‘Beauty with Brains’. I hate underestimating myself so; include me in this list please.

The hunks on stage conducted competitions and the best in that particular competition got an expensive prize and that was a phone which easily costs 50,000/-.  To be precise there were three competitions organised for this evening and of course I was aiming at the big prize.

To be frank, I am not a fan of expensive phones but I am a biggest fan of expensive phones. Confused?? Hmmmm “I am a biggest fan, when it comes for free of cost.” I would plead my husband to buy gold rather than an expensive cell phone but again my life’s thumb rule “bag those which comes free of cost”. Stop judging me guys; it’s good to be selfish.

Two competitions down the back benchers were not at all concentrated. My hope of winning the bigge was deteriorating. Nevertheless, I was happy. Happy because, I could taste most lavish wines here. I was already two red wines down. Excitement was still on; I badly wanted to go on stage.

I behave better, when I am drunk that’s what my fellas say to me. I just did it after my third glass of wine, grabbing all my courage from within, I directly walked near the ramp and stood there raising my hand to pick me as a contestant. And guess what? I was on stage.

The handsome host announced my name. Here she is the last eager contestant of the evening for our last competition and for my good luck it was a Quiz. Ha!! Wonderful, happier I was coz, I suck at quiz. This was divided into three segments again where first round will be a food+tech round, second round a complete tech round and third round a complete food round.

Intelligent me, scored a big zero in first two rounds and again my hope was killed. Happiness still remains because of the three red wines inside me. Final round was a food tasting round and I was all enthusiastic to eat at least. It was a segment where we had to taste the soup and write the ingredients of the soup. All the wine inside me made me write fifteen ingredients.

The chef was shocked to know the extras which were not even put to make any kind of dish in this world. But because of the big listing, I got many ingredients right in it. I won the competition. I could not believe myself. I had to believe the thing which gave courage to me. Thanks a lot Red wine.

I was the proud owner of the most expensive phone. I hate myself sometimes for being drunk on that amazing evening. But again, I did not even guess in my wildest of dreams I would be on stage winning it.

The cameras flashed and I was crowned. Still, damn I was drunk.

Next day pushing my hangover aside I see a ravishing expensive phone beside me. I was angry and yelled at my husband. “Hey, you know I don’t like expensive electronics. Oh! Dear, why do you waste your money on these? Instead buy me gold.”

He Laughs aloud, hugs me and tells “My Drunken Monkey, Last evening you won it in the event we had been to.” This head spinning win of mine ends with a big laughter.

Now, it’s time to discover my new phone.

Statutory warning: Drinking is injurious to health; this is a fiction and please don’t try this. Let’s keep fun for fun sake. Get high in a comfortable way!! Hick hick!!

PS: Title courtesy, my new Fastrack Teevirus watch.

A gift and challenge of being creative :)

Being Human = Salman Khan, Being Creative =Me, You, Anyone!!

Yes!! Being creative is not owned by anyone. You are the owner of your creativity.

A Picture says many stories. You see a picture and imagine many many stories behind that. A happy picture of a bride might seem happy to me but, sad to the girl who is leaving behind everything for an unseen future. Likewise, this is a post where I am gifted and challenged “of being creative” and “to be creative”. I thank my lovely sister “@Ramya “http://ramya-chitrana.blogspot.in/” for this gift and challenge.

I am challenged to write a creative post/poem/incident about the picture below:

As kids, making us sleep was the hardest task elders faced. Amongst the lot my uncle was a very creative person who put a seed of imagination in our minds with his short+sweet stories and told us to put our thinking caps on. He gave us situations to imagine and asked us the moral. The picture above reminds me of a situation he told.

"Queen of Kindness”

In the land of Kindness there lived a Queen, A queen who’s Grace- which matched a dancing Peacock, Elegance- which matched a noble Horse and Humbleness- which matched a holy cow.

As the Queen, so the people. People here were as humble as their Queen was. They never knew what cruelty was. They were the most beautiful looking people. They were known for the charity they did. They were the only ones who were first thought of, in good or bad situations.

As a kid the above situation made me imagine following things:

Land of Kindness: Mother Earth.

Queen of this Land: Nature.

Subjects who looked pretty: Flowers. (Though nature includes many beautiful creatures, I could imagine flowers as a kid.)

Flowers are nature’s gift which caters us for all occasions of life. Be it marriage, birth or death we use flowers as we use water. I feel they are the ones which live with a purpose and die for a purpose.

They give us pure air, a landscape to see, serve us with their blood which we eat as honey, they are born to help us and they die by helping us.

This is a small effort to write a thought about flowers:

"You make me smile"

You make me smile, you make me smile

You have always travelled with my life’s mile.

You were the one; I saw when I opened my eyes

You are the purpose for my surprise.

You are the teacher of love and care

You always spread happiness which is rare.

You made me shy, you made me cry

You have a reason to live and die.

You are so beautiful and so pure

You are such a sacrificer and a giver.

You are called Flower

You are the nature’s power.

A flower teaches us many things which we never imagine. Let’s hop and learn things from our natures nest and make this a better place to live.

PS: Hope I have completed my challenge of being creative by writing a post, an incident and a poem. Now, it’s your turn to taste your creative food.

Delicious creative meal a day, Keeps pains and sorrows away.

Women and Death

Women are emotionally weak is what we all know. But, one important thing what we have to learn is, women have great power to live up to those strong emotions.

We see our men proposing us, I becomes we when we are married to them, we see them becoming Husband and Father, we see them in all joys and sorrows; we see them growing old with us. We always fear their sudden disappearing from our world.

This is my closest friend who went through such a rough patch and who now lives in memories of her loved one.

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There was silence spread all over, as we walked towards his grave. Minister read the holy book and finished all the rituals. The gathering left feeling sorry for her loss.

This was the most shocking death scene for me, as I witnessed it. I just recollected what had actually happened just few hours before. “Suzi and Mike were happily chatting on their porch. A man loaded with gun arrives in a posh car, points at Mike and the next moment Mike’s over.” All I could do is, see this pathetic scene and cry for help.

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I held Suzi’s hand as we walked past his grave. She was not ready to accept the death of her husband. She wept like a baby, a baby pleading for her Mothers attention. She spoke her heart out. She made me realise many things which I had to accept. I mean, which we all have to accept. Why accept? Is because, we all have someone or the other in our lives who travelled that extra miles with us and supported us  to clear-out our baggage by extending their love, whose love makes us not to accept their loss. Indeed!! We have to accept.

Wiping her tears, Suzi started her conversation about her past life with Mike and her future life without Mike. Her voice was choked. “I always told Mike not to die before me coz world is boring without him. He smiled at me and said- Do you know what Jack Lemmon has told? ‘Death ends a life, not a relationship.’ I am always with you here and everywhere Suzi.” Should I trust Mike? Is he with me now? No answer from my end. I stood speechless.

Suzi recalled about Mike’s funeral arrangements and said few words which were touching. “I did interiors to his dream home, now… I select design of his coffin. I chose his wedding suit and now… it’s his funeral and his last suit. I dedicated a song on radio for him on our anniversary and now... I pick songs to be played on this day which I dint think about, even in my wildest of dreams”.

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All these words of hers hit me like a sturdy storm. I asked Suzi this pain of hers means not to be close enough to anyone and is it a mistake to love someone from bottom of your heart and ultimately suffer their loss which nothing on earth can compensate?

Suzi looked deep in her Son’s eyes and told: I see my future in him. I know, he has been raised so well that he will become an inspiration as his father was. Death might be forgotten but Memories wont. I now live with his memories.

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Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.  ~From a headstone in Ireland….

PS: Inspired by an episode about Death and Women’s feelings from Desperate Housewives.

Charity Begins at Heart!!

August!! Also means Noble. This month of the year brings with it a lot. By lot I mean, Prosperity, Purity and a month which carries lot of meaning and purpose.

This month bought many surprises, which made my friendship stronger, which taught me to give and which helped me pray for others.

I always want to relive this month of the year and for me, this is possible only when Charity begins. Obviously, the way to do something good begins from heart. I accept the phrase “Charity begins at home” but my parents recreated it and told me that “Charity begins at heart”.

I started doing charity when I was young by giving away my food to an old and hungry watchman beside my home. I thought charity was to feed the hungry. Each time the man thanked me, I felt good but was guilty from within as I also felt the sense of escape I had towards the home cooked food which was filled with mom’s love and care.

Thief had to be caught someday and I was caught by mom when I was doing my daily deed sincerely. She saw me giving my food to the watchman and she kept quiet by not complaining at the very moment. Everything which happens in our lives will be discussed in our family at the dinner table. That night when I was about to eat, mom said a single sentence which made me poor and proud at the same time. “To teach someone how to earn is more important than to self- sacrifice”.  

Realisation will come to all of us someday or the other. From that day till today, I have made an oath to myself to help others to help themselves.

Not deviating from the topic let me get back to what actually happened this month and why I love it the most.

5^th of August: The day I will not dare to forget in my life coz once I did, I had to see my best friend Manjula weep on her Birthday. My first blood donation was on this day. I always backed up on my mom’s saying and wanted to do something great which bought a sense of honour to my friend on her birthday and which helped others when they were in need. This might sound selfish as the charity I did was to uphold my friendship but at the same time to save a life with a good deed was my vision. When I discussed this with Manjula, she was totally convinced and it was too good to know that even she had pledged her eyes the same day. Convincing my friend could have been in different ways but I chose this. On this day and forever, I thank all those who have made their effort to save a life.

15^th of August: Independence Day!! Day filled with patriotism, day that bought Freedom to our Country and Happiness to its people. On this day we can see a festive environment in our surroundings. Cheerful Kids holding Indian flag, Parade by our great Soldiers etc. I had been to a school near Kanakpura to distribute school kits and this great deed is done by Aapatsahaaya Foundation (http://aapatsahaaya.org/). This cause is a clear example of charity with a purpose which distributes knowledge to the kids in the form of school kits and sees divinity in their smiles. On this day and forever, I thank Viswanathan and his team for considering me amongst them and also thank all those who have made their effort to distribute knowledge.

25^th of August: Besides my friend’s birthday this is another day which I won’t forget as it is my result day. This day brings out many successful Company Secretaries and also makes many others sad because of unexpected results. From the day I have joined this course I have done extra prayers on this day. The extra is for all my friends who have opted this course to see themselves and others happy. Hard work coupled with sincere prayers make many things happen which we thought would never happen and praying for others brings a satisfaction. On this day and forever, I thank all those who have made prayers for me and for others just to spread happiness.

All the time in this world is not enough to thank people who have helped us in many ways to come up in our lives. May it be our Parents who gave birth and an identity, may it be our Gurus who gave us knowledge, may it be our Country and its Soldiers who always protect us, may it be our nature, friends, culture etc. which makes us learn many important things.

The way which I always depend to thank the entire above mentioned is to work towards helping others to help themselves and I wish each month is as noble as this month is.

PS: Image Courtesy Aapatsahaaya Foundation.

Ranju….

Marriage!! Love or Arranged

This is my story of a dramatic marriage. To be frank I am compelled to accept only love marriages. This is because; I am surrounded by people who were successfully married coz of their deep love towards each other before they got married. So, the count goes like this:-

Paternal side, Love Birds: - Dad and his siblings which brings the total to 5.

Maternal side, Love Birds: - Mom and her siblings which brings the total to 9.

Now you know why I am compelled to accept only love marriages!!

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On a serious note, without any obligation to be accepted, my personal choice was love marriage. We all are searching for that “missing someone” in our lives and so was I. I always wanted to fall in love and get that love of my life as my special someone. And that miracle soon came into my life.

It was a usual morning for me. I met lot of my co-joggers in the park; many kids smiled at me. And in the corner, I saw a man tying his shoelace. That’s it!! I Fell. I fell in the well of love, lust and more with this guy.

There comes a debate in my mind and as I was a friendly girl, I thought of asking my mates about this. Research about my love commenced soon as I could not wait any longer. I got many answers and some of them go like this: -

1:- My sexiest neighbour: - Hey, you saw the man in the park and fell for him and you think this is love? Not at all this is complete lust. TRUST ME on that.

2:- My busy friend: - So…. You are in love. Great, people have time for all these? Please, lend me some time of yours if you have plenty of them.

3:- My Sister: - Yes!! That’s it. You are on the right track babe... Go ahead!!

Asking people was just a formality I wanted to do. Coz, I dint want any loop holes in my research. As I got one vote which was on my favour, I started spying on this handsome jogger whom I feel for. This guy was so damn handsome. He was a perfect example for a man who was “Tall, Dark and Handsome” material. I fall short of words to expound how splendid he was. I was no less. People admired me as well. But, I admired this mysterious man in the jogger’s park.

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At the park, the next day: - My eyes were searching for him and there he comes. I started an opposite side jog which is generally not treated as a joggers etiquette. But, as we all know, “All’s fair in love and war”. I had to hit only him on my way and as every relationship starts with a smile which leads to friendship, ours started with a sorry and a casual smile from my side as I was on the wrong lane and YES!! My idea clicked and I dint let go the chance. I picked up a conversation immediately.

Hey, I am really sorry. I had a challenge with that kid over there. You know, I don’t want to break his heart for a simple opposite side run challenge. So…, as I dragged, he was smiling and I saw a mixture of all handsome heroes on earth in him. This led to a formal intro from both the sides. This made me more comfortable to talk to him daily and for this lie of mine I had to bribe the kid.

Days flew and we met daily at the park without fail. My irregular jogging became more regular because of this guy. His humour coupled with sensible talks kept me attracted towards him. But, somewhere I was still in a confusion of love or lust. More meetings and more talking’s bought us together and he called me to his home for a high tea the next day.

From morning I was waiting for evening. I saw many changes in me the same day which confirmed that I was terribly in love. I wrote a romantic poetry, I watched movies based on love and finally I saw some practical stuff… (No, don’t think otherwise people!!) These were those beautiful letters which my sister shared with me when she was in my situation and I felt and had the same feelings as she had. After a long day, finally comes my most awaited evening.

With the best in my wardrobe, I dressed very well to meet love of my life which was still undisclosed to him. After many changes in me, I thought of proposing this guy today as I knew that he lived alone and I need not be worried about people at home. I was prepared well. Preparation means?? It means, the guy whom I fell for was of a different religion and I had permission from my family for this, as it is very much important for all Indian weddings. As ours is a democratic family which believed in Sovereign, Socialistic, Republic format, I had full acceptance from them which made me feel stronger.

John was waiting for me in his car at the park. He looked stunning. All the ladies were staring at him as if they were going to eat him up. Ignoring all these I boarded his car. He kissed on my cheeks and said I looked beautiful. Devil in me popped up to say “I Love You John”. But, Angel in me stopped and told me to be patient till I reached his place. 

With hot tea in the pot, handsome guy in the front what else do I need? Suddenly, I saw a picture which made me deviate a little from all these. It was a picture of a lady in the gown at a Christian wedding. As John never mentioned about this lady I was curious. Being optimistic I said “Ho, God you have a sister? She is gorgeous”. John was devastated. I could see a change of expression on his face.

John sadly said - “She is my wife”. A beautiful dream of mine which I stored for years was shattered. I felt guilty to love John without even knowing about his married life and this made me apologise for loving him from bottom of my heart. Here I get to know that sad tone of John was because his love was dead a year back when she gave birth. John had lost two most wanted people in his life. I saw John’s pure love which he still held towards his wife.

I was shamefaced and proud at the same time. I know it is contradictory but this man showed me what love was. As I was embarrassed I left the place and said a good bye to John. I never wanted to meet and trouble him again.

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To wash away my feelings towards John, I had to change my routine. I left my jog, I left watching all the romantic movies, dint write any new poetry. After I did all these, still I felt John all around me. This was Love and what else could it be?

Meanwhile John struggled to contact me. My ignorance had caused lot of hurt to him. I never responded. And a strange day which I never expected came in my life. I was in a crowded bus that day. Guess what? Even John’s there. We both were in opposite extremes of the bus. I hear a yell and that was:-

John- Hey, I found out something from the kid you had bribed. And I fell in love with you the same day.

Me- John, are you crazy? I cheated on you.

John- Cheating was because you really like and loved me. “All’s fair in love and war honey”.

Me- This was what I thought, John. I love you a lot. I missed you so much.

We proposed in a crowded bus and people in it witnessed and acknowledged this unusual proposal.

I was now surrounded by a 360 degree of love marriages. Coz, as I explained before my family was full of love marriages and I was getting married to a widower who initially had a love marriage. Thus ends my saga of love marriage. So, we are family supporting love marriage.

We all are in search of that “missing someone”. I found mine in a love marriage. How will you find? Will you arrange the love as I did? Or love the arrange?

                                                                                                                              

Ranju…

A sincere complaint

Late evening around 8 or so, in Rangashankara (aka RS) one of the worshiping places for art and theatre fans and also for people who are real foodies (include me).... My mouth was watering and tongue was literally ticking out when I saw those vadapav and hot tea served on my table.  RS will always be an icing on the cake to me coz, whenever I drop in here, I get treat to my eyes as well as my tongue. 

The irresistible vadapav and the fragrance of the tea made me float in a different world ignoring rest of the people around me. Bite, Bite, Bite I finished it!! Now I was back in my senses again.  It was a casual nonsense talk with my friend and I was forcefully concentrating on him between Vadapav and hot tea. There were actually 3 and a half people in my table that is: - My friend, Me (Partially), 2^nd Vadapav and a cup of hot tea( considered as living people in my imaginative eyes).

After the delicious treat, the nonsense talks continuous… Arguments, Arguments and I win obviously!! Coz I am the only one arguing amongst me and my friend. In between my non-stop argument, I hear a sweet voice beside me. This says “My mom never allows me to eat Pasta”. That’s all I heard. God! Such a sugary sweet voice it was!!

There comes Poorvi and puts up a sincere complaint on her mom.  The environment suddenly changed, I felt as if I was a Lawyer on behalf of Poorvi and I could see my friend taking Judges Seat and Poorvi as my client and her mom as an accused to the case. The case of Pasta begins.

Case of Pasta :-

Background (Loud Voice):-Session number 3 and half, case between Poorvi and her Mom.

The Honourable judge takes his seat. I start the case.

Me:- My lord, I appear from my client’s side that is Poorvi and the case is regarding the Pasta.

Judge: - Can you elaborate this?

Me:- Certainly your honour. My client will now talk about her complaint. Ok. Miss. Poorvi is heard now on.

The hall is silent. Me, my friend and Poorvi’s mom we all are silent. Only Poorvi speaks.

Poorvi: My only question to you is… why doesn’t my mom allow me to eat Pasta? I love Pasta and I can have Pasta as my meal three times a day. See… I am so plump and healthy. Still my mom does not allow me to eat pasta. I really don’t understand what’s wrong with her. Without Pasta my life has become so boring.  You tell my mom to let me eat pasta know… please, please, tell her know….

Those PLEASE, PLEASE bought me back to my control and I came back from all those filmy sets in the background. 

I could not stop hugging Poorvi for her innocence. I saw her mom struggling to pull her back not to disturb us. But, Poorvi never stopped.  She invited me to her home to eat Pasta. She also told that     “Oh! So you are coming to my home tomorrow right? My god! I have so much work. I have to go shop for Pasta, I have to cook and we all have to eat.” Fine then, See you tomorrow. Please, come home ok”.

It’s now time to know about Poorvi. Poorvi was just 3 years old and this little girl was ready to prepare Pasta for a total stranger.

Somewhere I still have a sense of guilt for not going to her place and for the breach I did.

Innocence is a god gift; we get to enjoy this in all stages of our life.

Stay Happy, Stay innocent!!

PS: - This post is dedicated to all innocent people out there including Poorvi. And a special thanks to Abhishek (My friend, whom I referred above) for taking me to RS without which I would have missed this cute little incident.

Introducing Poorvi. A talking doll.