What’s my next gift mom?

As I read through the contest topic today morning I thought “Perfect. I will ask my mother to blog about this topic. She is surely an expert in gifts and my future seems secure too. So obviously she should have planned and gifted stuff when I was a child. She is the perfect contestant!!”. Thinking of ways to convince her to write I came out of my room to find her sitting and reading newspaper. “Mama I’m giving you an opportunity to win Nexus 5, iPad Mini or nexus 7 tablet based upon your performance. Just write about 5 life changing gifts that you have gifted me.” My mother lowered the newspaper and gave me a “I know what you are up to” look.”Ahhh beti I’m busy planning gifts for your next birthday.” I was puzzled and said,”Mom my birthday is not until next July”. “So you think that the gifts that you get on your birthday are planned only a week before? They are a result of months of planning and buying.”she said and sensing that I was about to beg her into writing she continued “Fine. For a change why don’t you pick the 5 gifts that me and papa have presented you that you think was life changing and blog about it”. I knew she was right. It would be fun recollecting all the old gifts I had received and blog about them. I was leaving the room when she winked at me and said “Don’t forget to dedicate the post to me”. “Sure mom. I will dedicate it with even a picture of you, but the prizes are mine” I winked and left the room.
So my hunt for the 5 special gifts started. I started the search in my room scanning the shelves. Within 5 minutes of my hunt I found my first special gift which was, is and will be the most treasured one and no other gift can even near that. It was
Love and support from my parents and family
As I flipped through the many albums scanning the pictures of my parents and my family on various occasions, the thought that I am surrounded by people who care and love me somehow made me feel safe and secure. No materialistic gift on the world will make you feel this way.

My Family

The most essential factor affecting a child is the surrounding in which he/she grows. A child raised by loving parents in a friendly atmosphere will definitely be confident and more successful than the rest. I remember reading somewhere “Children are great imitators. So give them something great to imitate”. Children learn from their parents. So when parents are good knowingly or unknowingly they inculcate the same in their child. I’m thankful to my parents for giving me the gift of a lovely childhood, good family and for being good as a result of which I’m good.(Parents prohibited from commenting on this point :P).
I continued my hunt for the next gift. It then flashed in my mind. “How could I even forget it”.
My dog house piggy bank
I started searching for it but I wasn’t sure if I would find it. On hearing the noise I was making my mother came and on seeing the scattered things on the floor she asked “What are you searching for?” Still searching I asked,”Where is my dog house piggy bank? You got it for me on some birthday.”I had actually forgotten on which birthday I had got it. “It was for your 7th birthday sweety and your brother broke it long back. Did u forget?”. ”I need it now. I want to take a picture of it and post it in my blog.” I said making a sad face.My mother said,”Don’t worry I will get it for your next birthday”. Saying so she left the room smiling. For those of you who have not heard about dog house piggy bank, it was a cute toy in the shape of a house. When you place money near the door a dog will pop out of the house and take the money inside. It was my favorite toy.Daily I used to save my left over pocket money. Even though the toy is no longer with me It was this habit that taught me the power of saving. I thank my parents for giving me that wonderful gift. It would have been better if my brother hadn’t broken it. I had to google to get an image.


The next best gift that I got was for my 10th birthday.
Fun doubles when shared(My trip to an orphanage home)
On my birthday morning my parents asked me to get ready telling that we were going outside. They didn’t tell me where.They took me to a big building 10kms from my house. Only on entering I realized it was an orphanage home.
My parents had arranged for breakfast and lunch there. The caretaker there announced that it was my birthday and the children started singing birthday song. I was surprised and happy on seeing them sing and wish me. I was moved to tears. They came and wished me in person. I was on cloud nine that day. Till that day I didn’t realize that a simple birthday wish from a stranger would make me happy. That visit somehow changed my perception of life. Even now my birthday starts by getting wishes from the children of the orphanage.
My next favorite gift is and always will be BOOKS. My favorite quote by Anna Quindlen
“I would be most content if my children grew up to be the kind of people who think decorating consists mostly of building enough bookshelves.”
I got this wonderful gift for my 12th birthday. It was by Enid blyton – Five go down to sea. At first I was not happy with the gift. I cried demanding them to buy me another gift. My dad told me “Finish that book and ask for another gift”. With no other choice I started reading it and in no time I completed the book. When my father asked what other gift you want, I said “I want another book of enid blyton”. Till now reading is my passion. Reading a book gives me immense joy taking me to a different world. If not for that book as a gift I wouldn’t have become a reader. Thank you dad for that wonderful present.


As I finished writing this my mom entered the room asking,”Is it done?” I replied back telling “Yeah almost done. Just 1 gift left”. My mom told,”Can I contribute the last gift?” I smiled broadly telling”You are welcome.” She started telling a huge list and I interrupted her asking her to tell slowly as I noted them down.
5th gift
She continued “Our world is you children. Seeing you happy, safe and securing your future is our only goal in life. We started investing in a PPF account for you even before you were born.” I was surprised on hearing that. “Education is the most important for a child. Shortage of money should not be a constraint in fulfilling a child’s dream. Hence we invested in insurance plan for your education. We also have separate accounts with funds for your marriage. In short we wanted to make sure that we never said NO to anything you ask for be it education abroad or for vacation anywhere in the world.”I never knew my parents had planned everything well in advance.
“So I think it’s time for a vacation to paris” I said smiling,”I know you will never say NO.”My mother smiled telling,”Yay let’s start packing”.
As promised to my mother I’m dedicating this post to her with picture. A wonderful, lovely woman with great self confidence who has taught me not to quit however bad life treats you.


I also dedicate this post to my dad hoping that this dedication would get me a good present next birthday.

This post is a part of the 1001 Gifts Activity by HDFC Life in association with BlogAdda


Love you Naani!!

“Ahhh!!  What could be more refreshing than this?” I think drinking my cup of green tea, sitting in a chair in my garden. “Rukma.. where is my specs? Where did you keep it? How many times have I told you not to misplace it. I’m not able to find it” a voice shouts from inside. I rush to find my husband turning the living room upside down searching for his spectacles. I go near him pinch him in the cheeks and take his specs from his pocket. He smiles sheepishly wearing it. “What would I have become if not for you” he says and winks at me. “You would have been better if not for me. I’m the one spoiling you. Now clean the mess that you have created. ” I say and stand there as he begs me to clean it. Our little fight is interrupted as the phone rings. I pick up the receiver “Mom. Please come to Bangalore and stay with us for some time. I’m not able to manage with these kids. They fall sick often and I’m afraid.” As much as I love to spend time with my grandchildren I can’t leave my husband alone here and go. All these years he wanted to stay in the same village where he was born, refusing to leave it. Seeing the worried look on my face he gets the receiver and says “Don’t worry Steffi. Mom will be there in Bangalore tomorrow“. I wonder how he knew this is what we were talking about.

After giving him a list of Do’s and Don’ts I half heartedly pack my stuff and he drops me off in the nearest city airport. Having reached there a bit earlier I wait in the lounge observing the things around me. To my left is a small cramped glass cabin with a maximum capacity of ten people but I see nearly twenty people packed in it. At first I’m intrigued. “Is it some end of season sale?” I wonder.  Then I find a signboard “Smoking Area”. I am taken aback. “Have people become so much addicted to cigarettes that smoking is like breathing for them , instead of inhaling oxygen and exhaling carbon dioxide they inhale and exhale smoke.  Apart from polluting the environment it also pollutes the minds of small children who see adults smoke. People want their children to be healthy but they forget that the very smoke that comes from their cigarette will be inhaled by their children. So next time you smoke think that your child will inhale the same air. Automatically you will stop smoking.

I am roused from my deep thought as I hear my name being called. “Last boarding call for Mrs. Rukma”. I wonder how time flew and rush to the terminal to board my flight. After a comfortable journey of nearly two hours I reach Bangalore. I see my daughter waiting at the entrance waving at me with a big smile on her face. It is like yesterday that she was a small girl waving at me when I dropped her at school. She is a mother now with two children. I hug her and we start chitchatting on our way home. For every five minutes we get stuck in a signal waiting for nearly ten minutes in each. Having lived in a village for long, breathing pure air, it is disturbing for me to see the pollution around. I see many cars around me with only one person sitting inside. Travelling by bus reduces nearly forty cars on the road. I pity that people don’t realize that in the name of luxury we are spoiling the environment where our children live. As we cross Marathahalli bridge I see paintings in the walls of the bridge. A particular one catches my attention “We don’t inherit earth from our ancestors but we borrow it from our children.” I feel that Government of Karnataka also agrees with me.

Bangalore Traffic

Bangalore Traffic

After nearly two and half hours (it took only two hours from my village to Bangalore) we reach home. Sarah comes running towards me “Nani nani nani!!” and she hugs me. What more joy than getting hugged by your grandchildren. I ask her “Where is Dhruv?”. She says “Bhaiya is not feeling well. He has cold and mamma has asked him not to come out of the room”. I kiss her and go to see him. I see him lying in the bed with a weak smile on seeing me. Next to him is a box of covers with medicines written Morning, Evening and night. I wonder what is the need of so many medicines for a normal cold. I tell him “Beta don’t worry. Nani is here. I will make your cold fly away in two days.”  The following night I apply a paste of naamakatti on his forehead and above his nose to stop the running nose. Then I make him a glass of milk with freshly ground pepper, pinch of turmeric powder and honey mixed in it. In two days he starts to recover. According to me instead of taking tablets for small health problems, curing through home remedies is the best without any side effects.

As days pass by I notice the children eating more junk food than nutritious food. Whenever we leave the supermarket it will be followed by Dhruv’s cry demanding for either soft drinks or burger. When I ask Sarah “What do you buy and eat during break in school?” She replies “Pizza, chips or burger”. Eating such food once in a while is of no harm but eating them daily is surely a health spoiler. I decide to change their food habits. But I know that merely advising them won’t help. So I call them one day and ask them to make a list of both junk and healthy foods they ate that day. Both had a long list in the junk food side and managed 2-3 items in the healthy food. I tell them “You get 1 point for each healthy food you eat and -1 for each junk food you eat. At the end of each week the person with maximum points will get to choose the place we will visit that weekend.” Both their face brightens as I know they have completely different interests. Dhruv likes to go to movies, cricket matches whereas Sarah likes to go to parks and shopping. For the sake of winning they start reducing their junk food but without their knowledge it will become a habit for them to not eat junk food. They start to eat dry fruits and nut, milk, egg, vegetables and fruit.

More than the addiction to junk food their biggest addiction was television and computer games. Each one has a tab where they keep playing 24*7 oblivious to their surroundings.  I never see them going out and play. So I start to organize games daily for an hour in the play area for the kids in that block. I give a chocolate to the winner daily. Even a small chocolate makes a child feel satisfied and brings a thousand watt smile on its face unlike an adult who gets satisfied at nothing.

I make them sleep early and get up early every day. I go for a small walk with them in the morning daily. The fresh, non polluted morning air does wonders to your body. You feel relaxed, happy and energetic for the entire day. Most people don’t realize that their mind and body is interconnected. They are like the two wheels of a vehicle. Both should be good for us to drive through the road called life. I hang a chart in the refrigerator with daily to-do list for children with activities like brushing at night, washing your hands and legs after playing, drinking minimum ten glasses of water daily etc. I tell them “Whoever completes all tasks will get to watch tv for an extra hour”. This motivates them to do all tasks for the sake of watching television.

Example to-do chart for children

Example to-do chart for children

I monitor the children for three months till everything becomes a habit for them. Once something becomes your habit you will automatically do it, be it the habit of getting up early or the habit of not eating junk food. Such is the power of habit. I gradually see their health improving. Dhruv who used to fall sick often seems to have become immune. I don’t restrict them from playing in either rain or mud. Being overprotective of children will make them less immune. As we do mistakes and learn so does our immune system. As a child grows the immune system learns different defense mechanisms for fighting diseases. If you maintain good health your immunity will automatically become better. You need not care about whatever new disease scientists discover.

In the blink of an eye a year passes. It is time for me to leave Bangalore. I pack and hug the children before leaving. They say “Naani. We love you. Do come again soon” and they give me a beautiful handmade greeting card written “World’s best Naani”.  I’m moved to tears.

With a heavy heart I leave Bangalore and reach my village. My husband stands at the gate to welcome me. He asks me “How are the children now?”. I say “I hope I made a difference in their life”. He hugs me and says “Like you made in mine.” I hug him back thinking that he will always be my child however old we become.

This post is a dedication to all grandmothers out there, especially my grandma(seen in pic) who have seen us grow from a little toddler till now, telling us stories, giving us company, saving us from our parents and what not. Moreover it is she who gave us our parents.

Me with my grandchildren NOW!!! :)

Me with my grandma!!! 🙂

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How I met your Father

Priest: Rajesh, do you take Steffi to be your lawfully wedded wife?

Rajesh: I do.

Priest: Steffi, do you take Rajesh to be your lawfully wedded husband?

Steffi: I do.

A teardrop falls down my cheek as I stand here watching my daughter, my princess getting married. It is like yesterday that I was standing in the same church with Naveen, exchanging our vows. Twenty five years have passed and he still makes me feel like a princess. I watch the wedding, holding his hands. When they exchange the rings few more teardrops roll down my cheek, though I try to fight them back. I believe that rings are exchanged in marriage since they symbolize never-ending and immortal love. A ring represents wholeness, perfection, peace and also implies “Hey that’s my man. Stay away from him”. I lean on his shoulders admiring the platinum wedding ring in my hand which shines as new.  He turns and winks at me and then smiles. It is this smile that made me fall for him and propose to him. Yeah you read it correct. It was me who proposed to him. It is quite contrary to the common belief that only boys propose to girls. Anyway who cares? All is fair in love and war.

A small smile appears at the corner of my lips as old memories start flooding in.

It was the first day of my college. I was nervous and tensed because none of my friends had joined my college, not even my school mates. Everything was new around me. With orientation on the first day I was searching for the auditorium for nearly 15 minutes. Finally I found it and on entering I saw thousands of faces staring at me. The hall was nearly full except for a few seats left in the first row. I managed to find a seat next to a girl who gave me a How can you come late on first day look. I was busy trying to ignore her when the principal of the college entered and he introduced himself. He then continued “It’s not possible for me to get an introduction from all of you. A lucky few will get the chance.”I was praying god that I shouldn’t be one among the lucky few. Then I consoled myself telling, what are the odds of me getting pointed out from 1000 students. He said “The lady on the first row can you introduce yourself?” I turned to see who was that unlucky girl and my heart stopped beating as I realized his fingers were pointing at me. I stood up and started introducing “ My name is……..” and my mind went blank for a second and then I remembered my name and continued “Rukma” after a long pause. “What? Upma?” a voice came from the back and the whole auditorium burst out laughing. I was embarrassed and I turned in time to see the guy. He was tall, fair and was sitting 2 rows behind me diagonally laughing. I wanted to strangle him. People say first impression is the best impression. Definitely my first impression on him was the worst. I never wanted to see him again in my life.

On the way from auditorium to class, whenever people laughed around me it was as if they were pointing at me and laughing. Controlling my urge to kill him I was searching for my classroom. I was put in section ‘F’. I found my classroom and entered. The room was empty except for a few guys sitting in the last bench and there he was again sitting like a king in the last bench. It was as if he smiled at me mockingly, but I was not sure if I was imagining. He was the last person I wanted to see that day. Cursing my fate I entered the classroom.

The first day ended with no further disaster. I wanted a fresh start the next day. It was physics lab for the first two hours. The professor started dividing the class into 6 groups telling that each group was supposed to do an experiment. Then he started dividing each group into 5 teams with 2 members in each team. I was standing there sleepy and bored as he was calling out individual names and pairing them with their partner. I was roused from my sleep as the professor read out my name “Rukma” and he scanned through a list and continued “annnnd Naveen”. It was like a day mare for me. With no other option I started doing experiments with him. Lab was for only once a week. So I talked with him only when required. I came to know that his name was Naveen George. We didn’t exactly become friends but the hatred I had on him started disappearing.

We completed first semester successfully and we moved into our respective departments. I had opted for Computer Science and he Electronics and Communication Engineering (ECE). Time flew by and we had completed 4 semesters. I saw him occasionally either in the corridor or canteen. But whenever I saw him I heard a chorus song in my mind “Upma upma upma”.

Third year of college was quite hectic because we had placements at the end. You could find either “Quantitative Aptitude” by R. S. Aggarwal or “Modern Operating System” by Tenanbaum in everyone’s hand. We were busy preparing resumes and on one fine morning I realized I had only two certificates. So me and my friend were searching for contests to participate at least to get a participation certificate. Luckily we found a hardware contest the next week. But Computer science and hardware is like an oxymoron to me. Basically I was allergic to circuits. But for the want of  a single certificate we decided to participate in the contest. After getting a big list of “To Buy” from our friend who was in ECE we purchased all the circuit stuff. With her help somehow we had managed to assemble the wires and other circuit stuff on a circuit board which was thrice the size of my palm with infinite holes in it like the stars in the sky. We prayed god and switched on the circuit. None of the LEDs were glowing. We didn’t know whether the problem was with the wires or some component used or with the circuit design itself. It was not like a JAVA code easy to debug with just print statements.  After getting help from almost everyone from ECE department we were frustrated and about to give up. On seeing our pathetic condition one of our friends suggested us to contact a guy named Naveen telling that he was an expert in circuits. Ahhhh once again he entered my life. At first I was reluctant to contact him. But with no other option I got his phone number from a common friend and called him. I never knew that, that phone call would mark the beginning of my love. He saw the circuit, removed some wires, added few wires and the circuit was working. Till today I don’t have a single clue as to how he fixed it. We didn’t win the prize but I din’t expect I was about to win something more valuable, him. That night I called him and thanked him for helping us. We talked for nearly an hour and my feelings for him started changing. We started to message and call each other occasionally. Occasionally turned frequently and in no time we were calling each other daily, talking for hours. Whenever I see him in college it made me happy. I started searching for his face during lunch hours.  I had heard somewhere “There is a thin line between love and friendship”. I never knew I was standing on that line about to fall on the love side. The chorus song of “upma upma” which I was hearing earlier on seeing him got changed to romantic chorus songs.

In third year he got internship and was supposed to go to Japan for a month. The thought of him going far away made me uncomfortable as if a part of me was leaving. I talked with him right before he boarded the plane. I was restless the next day not able to talk with him. One more day passed. I felt as if someone was suffocating me. The next day I got a mail from him asking me to come online in skype. I logged in an hour before and was waiting for him. When he came online, on seeing his pic I wanted to hug him. I remember studying that hand movements were voluntary actions. But that day it became involuntary and I started the conversation typing “I LOVE U”. The reply came “I LOVE U TOO”. Only then I noticed I was crying and smiling.

After four years of madly loving each other we tied the knot officially declaring our love. The moment we exchanged our platinum rings I felt as if I had conquered the most lovable man on earth. I wanted to shout “This is my man”. I had chosen a platinum ring for our wedding because I thought platinum represented my love. Platinum is a noble metal, rare in earth’s crust and resistant to corrosion, so is my love, rare and everlasting.


I am waken up from my reverie as my daughter comes running towards me showing her platinum ring “Mom..I’m married”. I see the same happiness in her eyes that I had 25 years back. When my daughter told me she was in love I asked her about the guy. She told me “Rajesh treats me the way dad treats you”. That was all that I had to hear from her. Her marriage was arranged and here she is hugging me.

Suddenly I hear a voice calling “Hey Upma..”. I turn to see Naveen standing there winking at me and showing his ring “I’m also married”. I punch him and hug him thanking god for all that he has given me.

This post is a dedication to all people who are married, about to be married and lovers who have already found their Platinum Day of Love and also to all singles out there wishing them luck in finding their Platinum Day of Love

Redefining Physics!!

Pearls dropping from my eyes!!

Pearls dropping from my eyes!!

Fresh are those days,

spicy and crispy as lays.

It was me, ten years back

as a young damsel

staring at my physics teacher!!!

That day’s class was about

Archimedes – “The eureka man”.

Archimedes principle :

“Weight of immersed object = weight of water displaced”.

Who cared what he said?!!

But now life has wounded me badly

that I restate it

Rukma’s principle:

“Weight of immersed sorrows = weight of tears displaced”.

You people concur with me?

Very narrow are my arteries

that even my blood gushes and not flows.

My sorrows too wanted

to flow along – I wondered why?

They too wanted to reach my heart.!!

My heart beats every second

not as a sign of me still alive

but as a sign of me waiting

for the ONE to wipe it off.

Hope death does not reach me before HIM!!!

I drew it...My heart!!!

I drew it...My heart!!!

Those black lines show the sorrows flowing along with blood in my heart!!!


God is great!!

God is our saviour!

God is our saviour!

God created this earth,

with oceans and seas,

and with animals and bees.

He bestowed man with wealth,

and to enjoy these he gave them health.

He created the sky with twinkling stars,

and on earth he created super stars.

He created lots of trees,

which gives us good breeze,

and in polar he created ice which freeze.

Man created lots of artificial wonder,

and the destruction they cause

make us ponder.

God is the earth’s founder,

so in his hands lies the real wonder.

We destroy our own nature

without thinking about the future.

Earth is like our mother,

and cannot be replaced by another.

So let’s join hands together.

We do lots of sins,

but god forgives and makes us win.

We act against God

but he cares about us till sod.

After all we are the children of God.

This poem is dedicated to the Almighty because of whom I am still alive to write this poem!!

Woman – vigor, not frailty

Testimony of female infanticide!!!

Testimony of female infanticide!!!


God created sun and moon,

so that they together form a day.

Similar was the reason for

creating man and woman,

so that they together form a life.

But alas! God was wrong

and a woman’s life became a sad song.

A female infant is subjected

to death, at its birth.

Are we women that futile?

Even cutting trees is banned,

but killing a female infant is

left unscanned-what a pity?

But we women are like phoenix

and would be reborn from ashes.

This is an epitome of how

women are sent to tomb.

This is a matter of concern to mull.

Please dont ignore,so I tell

dont make us an endangered species….

“We are greatly indebted to women first for life itself

and then for making it worth living.”

This is a reminiscence of how I became a poet!!! It was in my eleventh standard. LOSA which is an interschool competition organised by the old students of my school(T.V.S.L.M.H.S.S) is considered to be one of the most
prestigious event. A maximum of two students from each school were allowed to participate in each of the competitions. Right from my childhood I had a flair for english and also since I got State First in english in my tenth standard I was forced to attend the screening test(remember only two students from each school…. so obviously they had to filter students). I had no other way than to register for english essay(the other was english poetry…I was sure I woudnt be able to write even a single line of poem). Participants of english essay n poetry were made to sit in the same class. The topics were given. For english poetry it was “The cry of the old man”, and for english essay it was “BRAINDRAIN”. What on the world did braindrain mean?? Though I was pretty good at english I couldnt even surmise its meaning. I thought of giving a try but what if I had construed it wrong. It would have been a presumptuous action. So I thought of giving a try in poetry. That was the first ever poem I wrote. I was a beginner and not even a novice in the field of poetry. I managed to write a poem and by god’s grace I even got selected. From then onwards I evinced interest in writing poems. Hence me developing a passion for writing poem was an accident!!! And that
accident turned out to be my favorite incident in my life…!!!!