Thursday, January 25, 2018

Butterflies in my stomach

Jan 18th, 2018 around12.00 PM
Met the doctor laxmi for the final check up. She insisted to join into the hospital within a couple of days. But we weren't ready. After a day thinking and suggestions, the next day we turned up to the hospital by 6 PM.

We took the first floor, 2B room. There was a one single bed of slim size and another bed of tall height of medium size, mostly not suitable for the patients. We confirmed that was the bed for the visitors.

Jan 19th, 12.00 AM.
The first pill was given to the patient and the nurses sent the remaining people out. Hearing only the sounds of radiology, seems like someone trying to find the missing aliens. The nurse called back those who were standing out after half an hour.

They found a white box newly in their room . Oh acha, pehle suna wo  sounds iss se aaye (Oh, the previously heard sounds came from this box!!!).

Everyone got ready for their snaps except the patient. She was in utter confusion and a fear ran over her spine.

Jan 20th 04:00 AM.
Someone knocked the door. The nurses came back to give the second dose. But this time they didn't send anyone to outside.

They applied a gel on the stomach and a handler has made to run over on the stomach by clockwise and then anti clockwise. They trying to find the particular sound, but it was not easy. After a struggle, a lub-dub sound screaming from the chatter box. The graph rate was around 130 beats per second and paper coming out by noting down all the beats without an escape.
That is my love at first sight.

Jan 20th 09:00 AM
Because of the long tiredness and sleeplessness, I took a long nap than usual. After the satisfying my hungry, I returned back to the hospital.

Jan 20th 03:00 PM
After coming to the hospital, I stunned after seeing my wife. She is not same when I looked in the morning. Her eyes covered with half black circles, her hair scattered and stands on the air, she just sat half bed by half legs out. By the time, we are expecting the delivery pains to be started and there was no clue for it.

Jan 20th 04:30 PM
A nurse came in her dark blue navy dress insisted the patient to come up  to the second floor for the check up. My wife with her body weight carrying another baby slowly ramped to the lift. In another few minutes, the same nurse came back and asked us to give the three Saree's and a coconut oil.

My mother-in-law and sister-in-law started the prayers and I followed them.

Jan 20th 05:00 PM
Another news bought by the sister, doctor want us to come to the second floor. A fear rolled in our hearts, and heart beats like a drum.

We and in-laws went to the second floor. The doctor wear the green dress which fit for the operation theatre. She boldly said, I am doing the C-section as there was no clue of expected labour pains.
With a shock, we turn our heads and faced each other. After a pause, I said Ok Doctor. She closed the door and we came back to pay the fare.

Jan 20th 05:30 PM
We got another news from the same nurse, the patient wants to see us. We took the steps and went as soon as possible.
My wife stood at the operation theatre main door. As soon as she saw us, she broke into long tears. We made to sit her near by chair and boosted up her courage. We just wiped the tears and asked us, do this for the baby. Don't you want the baby boy? She countered us, No, I need a baby girl. We waved and sent back to the OT.

Jan 20th 06:10 PM
After she went, a thousand of thoughts passed over our little minds. Everyone prays for god. But my gut feels different, it is not different from the morning. I don't know the feeling of it. It started roaring until it hears a baby cry. The butterflies in my stomach flies away after the pediatrician came us and poured the news into our ears that you had a baby girl, baby cried and everything was normal. For this good news, we have been waiting for the 39 weeks 5 days. We counted each and every second.

Jan 20th 07:30 PM
The room filled with the recent graduates, where fathers and mothers became grand fathers and mothers and my wife as a MOTHER and also helped me to graduated as a FATHER.

Saturday, November 18, 2017

Reusing the Plastic (Covers)

I had made some stuff using the glass, which is art on reusable. Here is the link, if you missed.
http://short-n-chweet.blogspot.in/2016/06/art-on-reusable-items.html

Now I made few things with the Plastic.

Reusable 1 : I used to get the eggs in a carry bag from provision shop. Unfortunately, sometimes the eggs fall and breaks. So I thought why not, I could make a Egg holder. This is the paper box inside with racks to hold the eggs.

                                                                    Egg Holder

Every time I replace the kitchen racks with the news papers. And it tears soon. Now I replaces with the large plastic cover bags, which has been cut into the lengthy news paper size to fill the racks.
I have used Sarvana Stores Carry Bags. 

                                                   Plastic Covers can be used for the racks.


If you have different colored plastic bags, you can make these beautiful flowers. Try your combination, its really worth.


                                                                Plastic Flowers

This is my notice board, the pinned one is not the paper, it is the plastic cover.

                                                                   Notice Board

The cooked items used to have the flies all around, this net/mat helps us out much.


                                                                Cooking Vessel Mesh

Please re-use the plastic, the soil fertility has already decreased due to this thin material. In every house hold, we can re-use the plastic.

Tips:
1. Carry a bag while you go to the shop, to decrease the plastic bags usage.
2. If it is one/ two items, which could carry by hand, please say NO to the plastic covers.

Sunday, July 9, 2017

Little good things

I believe there is no truly good or bad human being. He/She is composition of all emotions. Based on the learnings in his life time, one followed their heart, it may do a good or sometimes bad.

I am here, a little bad things we do, even you are true good man/woman. Hope, we should change.

This was happened when I went to hyderabad. It was during summer, it almost hits 45 degrees. I planned to go to a shopping near by MNC corridor. Before that, I went to a small vendor, who is serving a chill butter milk. I ordered a butter milk and soothening myself by dehydrating my body. A couple of other people order the same and completed their drink before me. One has offered a tear 20 rupees note, she smoothly rejected the guy, and ask him please give the other note.

After he went, she is sharing her trouble with us. Two weeks before, some one gave the same tear 50 rupees note to me, I didn't see it. I have a great trouble to change that note. Nobody took the note nor I couldn't go to bank leaving my shop, Just think yourself, you are all well educated people, is it right for you to do like this?

It hit me hard so badly, I did the same, a couple a times. When the bus conductors offered me a tear note and I circulated it at some other places.

It is human tendency, that good for good and bad to bad. I thought like why we couldn't stop this at the root itself. There after, I simply rejected taking the tear notes, and If I mistakenly got it, I am collecting those notes and exchanging from the banks.

I thought a lesson for the day and I gave a good 20 rupees note, without a tear to her and returned.

Hope I conveyed it good and it is the time for you to do good.

Thursday, April 13, 2017

A great son

Inspired by - From the words of Aunty.

This is the story of my son, she revealed which is well known to her. It costs his life & love. Now running small business and newly got married.

I came while she cursing her daughter in law, she is not at all clean and tidy. Not even take her plate after the meal. Roams around while there was utensils cleaning. Bad at cooking. The list is not enough.

Then she started about her son's ex. She used to come here, she is 5.6 tall and fair enough and all the goodness is in her attitude. Even she is from high class, she always mingle with others. She takes the plate after her meal. Used to ask to me to wear nice Sarees. She asked for a help on one day, on her assurance, lending some huge amount to her friend. But he never asks her.

I could see those blinking and storming eyes while she describing her. Then I provoked to tell the story.

One day, my son got a call from unknown number. They passed the message that your father was met with an accident. He ran to the spot as soon as he can. His father was in the trauma while he reach there. They admitted him to the nearest hospital. Doctors insisted to take him to the specialty hospital. He is in ICU for the couple of years. We just poured the money like water.

My son used to get a call from the hospital. He couldn't balance both the work and personal life. He used to go by 10 in the morning to the office, within an hour he will ran to the hospital.

They shifted his father to the new hospital, doctors said that don't waste money on him. But his son don't want to leave any chance.

Her girl friend used to visit his hospital. She helped a lot in hospital formalities.

Another bad news hit him soon, He lost his job. He taken care fully on his father now. By the God's grace he is back to the life, but he is mentally illed.

Everything is fine now in the life of hospitalized father, but his son costed his career for his father's life. He never spoke much to his father before the accident, but he is alone care taker now.

He switched couple of jobs, but none of them make him settle down. Apart from this, his financial situation drags to abyss. He asked his girlfriend to return some of his money he lent to his friend. But that didn't work out. She couldn't help him.

But on one final day, she broke up with him. Reasons were not revealed. May they suspects that he is not capable to look after her.

Now he is running this business on his shoulders looking after his father.

He lost his career, he lost his love, and now leading this small broken business.

I never scold my husband, even he didn't allow to scold his father. A great son.

Do you know you are spending 5000 - 7000 per year, an average of 500 per month on mobile

This is a simple calculation which knocked my mind about spending on the mobile.

I took an iPhone, a refabricated one and spent around 8000 bucks for it.

I thought like I could run the show for 2 years at least. I have successfully completed one year without any hiccups.

So the average spend on my mobile is 4000 per year.

Calculated as 4000/12 = 333.33 rupees per month.

And when my friend took an Android mobile of around 16000, everything has been doubled. Whatever you can with  your Android phone, it hardly spans for not more than 2 years.

So he spent 8000 per year and 666 rupees per month.

If phone has been bought at 32000, it is 1332 rupees which is equal to the interest to be earned from FD of 16000 for per year.

It is better if you buying the phone, make an equal amount to FD to cover your expense on phone.

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Is love fragile thing?

Is the love really fragile? This question pinched me in my mind.

Let's see some case studies on both sides.

Favours :
1. We often ignore the mistakes of our loved ones. Then it is not weak.
2. We do care more than ourselves, in turn loving them more than ourselves. So, it will never break easily.
3. Even we apart, we do think about them. So, it is never forgettable.

Against:
1. We will give them the love, but if they are not really worth, or not valuing our love. Then the relationship breaks.
2. How long the love stands if it is one-sided?

So the love is not fragile, if it is mutual. If not, it will not stand long. So,  value the others love, to keep the relations.

Sunday, October 23, 2016

Love will never die.

Inspired by Majnu movie...

I don't know wherever I go, I could find a reason to remember you. May be I still didn't forgot you.

I closed my eyes when you seeing me, as it is a sin.
I closed my heart when you near me, as it is already broken.

I was full dead when I can't own you. But I am finding you in every part of me. I am bearing your soul with my body.

These many days I am living like you, as you taught how to be.
These many people I have gained, as you taught what is love.

One fine day, you knocked me. I don't know, what I should do. Those old memories hit me bad.

As it is running, another story forming in my premises.

Some other one shared your memories, but she is bearing my soul in her body.

Now the you in me started loving me in some other one. I am seeing myself in new one, and the you in me trying to change her like you.

May be the love is getting passed through you to me and then to her. But in real, the bodies are their own bearing some other souls.

At last, the pain is shared among each other. And the real you is formed in all our souls to spread the love.

Love will never die...
My kadhal devathai.