
The sound of metal on metal has always given me pleasure..
In school days it meant that the time allotted for our torture by a certain teacher was over.
Visits to temple had this incentive that we had a huge bell there and me loved to bang it with full force. Breaking the silence for many seconds.. Not to register to God that I was there.. But just because I loved to do it.
The keychain I have had since my school days.. and still have it… is a small bell. That is my secret charm that attracts kids. Be it any kid once I take the keychain out, it is history that no kid has ever had a second thought in coming right into my lap.
The wind chime that was a gift from my friends that hung right above the door.. made the sweetest sound (maybe of friendship) when the windows were kept open.
My purse too has a small metal buckle that makes the tiniest tinkles when I walk..
I just can’t have enough of this sound.. From the small *ting* to the big *gong*, though I prefer the small *ting tings*
The sound of the bells.. of all kinds.
No I am not turning into a man again, but lately I have observed that I am behaving very much like my dad.
He is a great father. Gentle and funny and at the same time strict and responsible. He has got such a strong personality that there is an air of dignity around him. He has been a great role model to me all my life.
He was always present in all my achievements, school declared my results later, first came his presents for having a good result. That much confidence he had on me.
I remember when I was in my fourth standard/grade. He got me my bicycle as he had promised a week before the results were to be announced, by the time I got my results I was already riding my bicycle.. Which he taught me of course.
Many of his ways of life I find very interesting. Though waking up at 5 am is not my cup of tea. He truly believes in ‘Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise’ just as in the poem. And I see from his life that it is actually true. Still I find it hard to bring into my life.
I have always admired my dad. Appa or Papa as I call him. He was my hero since my childhood as every little girl sees her father. He knew everything. Whatever I asked him he had the answers even when I didn’t even ask he gave me the answers. My one stop trouble solver.
When we lived together sometimes this thing about him used to annoy me a bit. Him knowing everything already and letting me know before I get a chance to find it out my way. Because I always believe that everyone should find their own answers and only when there is no choice they must seek help. But he always helped because he didn’t want his kids to make mistakes; he wanted to use all his knowledge so that we never have to face failures or pitfalls in our lives.
Now I see, I think like him, talk like him, and work like him. I am becoming the second him.
He always knew everything and I can’t say that enough. Be it regarding studies or general knowledge, latest news or legal procedures whatever my trouble was he was there with details. He was always too cautious and asked to get an extra set of photocopies of every paper. Forms or mark-sheets or anything, and just because of him I have a bundle of old photocopies in store.
He has always been too cautious and careful; overprotective and over caring. Though he never expressed his true emotions, his presence always gave a sense of security to me. I always know he’s there to support me in anything I do, though he may not verbally commit to it.
In my teenage years when his over-protectiveness started to get into my freedom of going out and enjoying with friends, I saw us not getting along very well. But he never denied me my freedom of speech. He would listen to all of my pleads and only approve of my visit to the places which were o.k. according to him. Which were a very few. But as I matured to a higher age, I felt whatever he did was the best for me.
I still can’t forget when he actually cried when he was doing my ‘Kanyadaan’.
We have come even closer after I got married. Maybe living apart has actually worked best for both of us.
He doesn’t talk much, because he observes a lot. He has this unique sense of judging people when he meets them. And I sometimes feel that his sixth sense too may be tuned in as he always knew what will happen next; how a person will react in a situation or even how the suspense movie was going to end (this was the annoying part – no suspense). He predicted everything correctly, and I used to be amazed to actually witness all that he had said happening really.
I hear myself talk these days and I am so reminded of him. Just the way he would have said. Not that I am doing anything intentionally. Now I am trying to understand that the only reason he could do all this was because he thought ahead of the present. He understood people. And that is what I have been trying to do forever but haven’t succeeded in many of the cases. But now I am getting a hang of it.
I enjoy being my Dad.
Why people dread being old..?
Is it because of the incompetence that comes with age, reduced memory, loneliness, or physical discomfort due to illness… what is it actually..?
I am thinking a lot about old age these days.
There is this ad on TV these days for ‘Pension Plans’ which has a tag line “Jab na paison ki kami ho aur na waqt ki, to awaragardi to hogi hi” (when there is no scarcity of money and time then there will be a lot of loitering around)
I love this ad as it shows exactly how old age should be. It is the second childhood, of no responsibilities and a lot of fun. Why people don’t understand that.
Everyone wants to have a peaceful old age but they are not ready to work towards it. Not only everyone should be monetarily stable and independent, one should also be ready to take care of themselves, and should not be dependent on the kid(s) in any way. It is a different case if you have any ailment that needs support but if you are a fit grandparent why sulk and start the countdown to expiry.. Wouldn’t it be better to live life like you never could in those days? Do what ever you wanted and didn’t have time for.
Yesterday there was a movie on Star Gold called “Detective Naani”. Maybe an Indian effort to copy Granny.

This movie has released in 2009, which I only came to know after Googling it.
It is a story of a Naani (maternal grandmother) everyone calls her that.. Who plays the detective in solving a murder mystery. Read review here.
It is not the detective skills that caught my eye but her lifestyle in total. The movie begins with a morning walk with the dog, surveying the surroundings and making small talk with all neighbours. Be it adults or kids she is friendly and welcoming to both.
She lives alone with her dog Bruno. But her grandchildren frequently visit her as she helps in babysitting them for their working parents. How useful and wonderful. She gets to spend so much time with the grandchildren also she is helping her kids.
There is a scene where her son tries to give her money if his son (whom she is babysitting) needs anything. But the reply comes ‘he will get whatever he needs’. And she refuses to take the money.
This is the kind of grand parent I want to be. Solving mysteries.. Well I don’t mind.
Why people have reduced sleep cycles in old age is so that they can do more. It takes them more time than before to do the same chores and things. So if they sleep less they can actually do more.
Instead what they do with the extra time…? They spend this time worrying and feeling low and depressed. They complain that no one cares about them and leaves them alone all the time. Do they ever try to remember how it was when they worked and were busy all the time? They should give the younger generation some time and understanding and should be friendly enough that the kids look forward to the time with the grandparents.
Grand parents can be great companions. As they have so much time and knowledge and love and affection. They just need to learn to curb that affection and give the youngsters their space and privacy.
Neeya Naana a show on Star Vijay recently showed an episode on problems/ differences between old and new generation…
The problems were very day to day and some things that just happen in all homes. Oldies (no offence) keep repeating what they have said 20 times already and think that if they do not say that 5 more times that work might not happen. The younger generation is uncomfortable in obeying as they think they could do it as efficiently even when not told to do so. This one is very common. There was a family where parents and their 2 married daughters had come where they had named the mother “Peter repeater”.. Funny but true.
There was one more MIL, DIL duo who had similar problems. Also an old man who had lost his wife and was feeling very lonely.
Finally there were guest speakers who put in their views on this. The Doctor summarized it beautifully. He talked about how we spend our whole lives living for others and fulfilling responsibilities and not doing much for ourselves, and when we reach that age of retirement we have nothing to for ourselves as we are not habitual of it.
So that is the best time to rekindle your hobbies and live life to its fullest.
I have made my plans already. A nice little home where I live with my hubby, we’ll have a dog that’ll serve both purposes of safety and of having a kid as we might be going through the ‘Empty Nest Syndrome’. I’ll start my days with music and probably end it with music too. I will have my collection of Cds, DVD’s, mini DVD’s or whatever that will be used in those days for storing and playing music. We’ll have nice walks in the evening. You know I am not a morning person. I’ll spend a lot of time on net with my blog or other sites. Read a lot of books. Maybe join some photography class. Have a simple little life. I am all set.
Grandkids.. I will love to spend time with them too. Will be the coolest Granny in town.
So how do you plan your old age life?
I don’t know how but most of the people call me Madam. Not just in the office but everywhere I go I have always been addressed with this word only. I rarely get called Didi or Bibiji or Auntyji (thank god), just Madam or Madamji.
It is common to call women madam but not everyone is called one. I like the respect that comes with it. I have never asked anyone to call me that. But somehow even since my school days everyone calls me madam. Except for friends who call me by my name. Even my boss sometimes calls me that sometimes.
Now OG yesterday in his reply to my comment called me madam and that made me laugh and think. How come he too called me madam since no one in blogosphere calls anyone that?
I always thought it was because I always talk and behave proper. And according to my friends my morals are too high and when being with me they feel that they too must comply.
Now this is a reverse situation. Generally group has a Peer pressure on an individual but this is the first case where I have heard of an individual putting ‘invisible’ pressure to behave on the group.
They are free to behave the way they want and they know that I will not join them if I don’t like something they are doing, but never stop them from anything. I am not their mother.
I believe in letting people do what they wish till it is actually harming someone or something. And if it is, then I do let them know what I think still not forcing anything.
Now yesterday we were talking about the latest scam of Ashok Jadeja in the office and I said people who are foolish and greedy enough to trust some Baba or Devi to double their money they deserve this. So my new boss suggested that I should do Pravachan and become the Mataji. Save this world form the Dhongi Babas.
They all know what I think of Religion and Spirituality. So came the suggestion that I must become a Mataji myself to educate the world and save them from all this.
He was ready with ideas on how I could do that, where I should start form and how I could arrange the fund and manpower. He was even ready to support me in this fictional venture along with the bhaktas. He almost gave me a project report on that.
I know he was joking, but still he could picture me doing all that. Can you too..?

How do you think the world works..? Outside in or inside out?
Let me explain the question.
What really makes you happy or sad..? What you feel inside or the outer stimuli? Who has control of your feelings, yourself or the outer world?
The basic question is how and when one feels happy?
One is happy when one’s wishes are fulfilled. Wishes could be anything as big as buying a home or going on a world tour or as small as getting to listen to their favourite song, or reading a good book when they wanted. That is enough to make one happy.
When our expectations are fulfilled we are happy. Getting a call from a friend when we needed someone or looking at a baby smile back at us. It could make anyone happy.
Why? Because we all want that to happen, we expect that. If it is fulfilled we are happy and when not, well.. we all know what happens then.
Let us see what happens when we are happy and not.
We feel happy; we make others happy in our own way, we would want to some good, we might even go out of our way to help someone. As we feel happy we become more tolerant towards others. Other people’s actions won’t make much impact on our feelings. If a person was to step on our tail or rub us in a wrong way we might let them do that without making a big fuss over it. That is when we are really happy.
And if we are angry or sad, we reflect that on others till they too feel miserable. We might pick a fight even at the slightest inconveniences. We would throw tantrums, make small issues big, and invite arguments. And end up with a bunch of angry people all around.
Haven’t we all seen that or to be more true haven’t we all done that.
One school psychology says that a person’s mind works from inside out. What the person feels inside is translated by him/her to the outer world. That is Emotions are internal.
Let us see a traditional example for that. Boss shouts at the employee because he is feeling angry, he is grumpy, everything pisses him off and then finds the outlet in office. Now this employee angry with the boss goes home and shouts at his wife as he has power to shout at her or the kids only and not at the boss.
The employee if really is happy inside will he actually shout at his family that he loves? If he is happy enough, the external situations must not affect him and he should continue with his life normally as he was doing before he was shouted at.
But that rarely happens. We react to the outer world. Our actions are not actually actions but reactions to the stimuli that hit us every day, every second. And our moods vary because of that.
That is what Behavioral psychologists say, that the brain works outside in. That if you give your body and brain positive a stimulus then it will surely react to it in a positive way and vice versa.
It is said that if you make up a fake smile the brain thinks that you are happy and releases the chemicals which are released actually when you are happy. And because of these chemicals now you actually start feeling happy. (Try it, its true)
I am sure that most of the time the world works outside in, everything around us be it things or people act as stimuli to us.
The people we live or work with play a major role in leaving us happy or sad or angry. Imagine someone saying something that doesn’t suit you.. Poof there goes the good mood to trash and out comes Mr. / Ms. Grumpy. If someone as much as appreciates your new bag / tie and there you are on the cloud nine.
What’s wrong with that..? Nothing
What else makes us happy..?
Comforts make us happy. All expensive things make us happy. They sure give us the feeling of comfort or security. But do they give us the actual happiness. Or the happiness we get from buying expensive items is the ultimate we could have?
The world sees the happiness from outside in and that is why everyone wants all the external pleasures in life that it will make them happy. It does for some time but will something new I buy today keep me happy for my whole life.. Or even a whole year? So I will need a series of new things to keep me happy. So I’ll need to shop more..
Window shopping is like the new national pastime.. People spend days in malls looking and drooling at items they would like to get their hands on.
Uh oh.. There stars the trouble.. More things wanted.
Not having things (which we might or might not actually need) don’t make us unhappy. What makes us majorly unhappy is when we COMPARE our lives with others.
We see others flaunting their new cars and mobiles and vacation photos and we feel left out and JEALOUS. Agree or not it is the truth. That makes us more unhappy than anything.. To see others happy.
Why should outer events affect us? Why should we be happy only when the world allows us by behaving accordingly? Why should we let others take control of our emotions? Why should we be the puppet dancing according to other people’s actions..?
It is true that these do make an impact but we can atleast keep to a minimum by using our brain instead of our heart.
If we are really happy inside the external stimuli won’t affect us as much. Peace brings in the real Happiness. That can’t be affected by anything. Peace comes in with Contentment.
How can we be Content..?
We can be happy and content when we feel gratitude for all we have.
It sounds simple but is the hardest thing to do. How many of us are happy that we have a normal healthy body, a normally functioning brain, a family, friends, a job, and all the basic amenities of life. (Don’t forget we all have the most important amenity – internet)
When we wake up everyday we should be happy that we are alive to see the sun. We have 24 hours ahead in which we can do something useful for ourselves or for others. We have the physical and mental power to enhance lives, to move forward and achieve.
When I said we should be content it must not be associated with not wanting to achieve. It is like when the new day begins we must set new goals to reach before that day ends at the end of each day and when the day ends we should be content with what we have achieved in that day.
We all know that. But we always want more.
If you ask someone they might say I don’t want more.. I just want something different. But that would mean the same. That they are not happy with what they have.
Does wanting something different solve the trouble..? No. It remains the same.
We must first understand that this is the life we have and this is where we are to start from. Now what we make out of it is in our own hands.
Think about it.
Now i am really bubbling with Energy (you’ll know why i have written this later in the post)….
Arpit has awarded me with the “Budding Blogger Award” on the ocassion of his Blog’s first Birthday.

Thank you dear. This is really very sweet of you. (Now you can bug me as much as you want).
It feel really great to get an award. Unforuantely i am not sure of any other budding blogger.. All the ones i know have already ’Bloomed’. So whenever i come accross any really good one i will surely pass it on..
Now.. i have added two more pages.
One is my first post – The Begining which some of you might have read, but as it is the story of how the blog started i decided to put is as a page.
Second one is Oorja, which is the meaning of the name. i did a bit of research on it and put it as a page, so that all who come here get to know what Oorja actually means.
When i was working on that page i learnt a lot about it and about mself too. Why i am like this or actually why i unconciously chose this name for myself.
It reflects the inner me. What i think and feel.
Atleast I hope so..

I have changed the theme again and for good. I like this one. The last time I saw the preview it seemed a bit loud for my taste. Now I don’t know how to explain that. But it did at that time. Now I feel it is perfect. For now…..
I am a moody person. I learnt.
Few days ago life was getting a bit monotonous and hence it reflected while choosing the theme. Dull, austere, simple whatever you call it. It was primarily no-nonsense, just to the point, as I generally am.
But there was more to it than that. I was in ‘My Shell’ as my friend calls it. Yes it is kind of a phase in my cycle of life, where I get into this ‘shell’ and reduce all contacts with everyone and just be with myself. That happens atleast once in every 2-3 months. And that is what she dislikes very much. According to her I am generally not very expressive but during my ‘shell’ days I am non-reachable. No matter how hard she tries.
Not that I won’t talk to her, or cut off. But I won’t be available emotionally. And I get that complaint from everyone but not as much as her, and no one else has understood it and given it a particular name.
The last time I was in this shell was some 5-6 months ago, that is before I started my blog and I attribute that success of keeping me out of my shell for this long to my blog and blog buddies.
Now that I am coming out of the latest one I am feeling more energetic than ever.
This new part time job that was assumed to be injurious to my health actually was the boost that I needed. I feel more energetic when I work more; I seem to gain energy from spending it.
I feel more expressive and want to do more. I am getting spurts of new ideas regarding anything and everything. It is as if my brain was shutdown for sometime and restarted with full energy.
In my ‘shell’ days I felt severe writer’s block. I had nothing to say. So I went about looking for ‘how to overcome the writer’s block’ and I came across an article which confused me.
It said that if you are stuck with this block you must read something worse than yours and you’ll feel that you can do better than this and you’ll be back on track.
I totally disagree. If I want to be good I would like to read something good, better or great so that it triggers my creativity and I get good ideas. Reading something bad would just make me feel bad that I am not even able to come up with something as bad as this.
Every time I read something good my creative juices flow in rapid speed and words come out like never before. But if I start reading something bad or boring, that will just block my brain.
I’d rather read ‘good stuff’ while I am not writing than waste my time reading boring stuff. Atleast that time will be well spent. And I’ll come out of it with some gained knowledge in my area of interest.
I’ve also been reading a lot in psychology these days, which I seemed to have sidetracked. And that again helped in reviving me.
Now I am saying I am out of it, but don’t believe me yet…
But atleast ‘Today I am feeling great’ that is am sure.
It is the book I am reading right now (which is also made into a 










