Dear Children..


Dear Children,

You seem lost and there is despair in your teary eyes and many questions in your ever curious minds at the series of events, in the past week, that have led to a murder, humiliation and rape of not just your young counterparts but also humanity on the whole.

As we write this letter, there is lot of pain, anxiety and remorse that we are going through. Knowing completely well that these words(murder, rape and humiliation) would never occur in the vocabulary that we taught you, the shock that comes as you face them alone is also unknown to your innocent minds.

SORRY dear ones, for having failed in our teaching. We sent you to face the world without preparing you to fight the battles (the only battle we prepared you was that of COMPETITION as you study and to make a mark as you face the world). Yes, the battles that you face now are very fierce and so sudden that you are caught unawares. We always felt our two hands were capable to shield you against all odds but now we long for many more to protect you.

Dear little ones, we held your hand and left you in temples of education, the SCHOOLS , but little did we realize that they have changed into dens of human demonic behavior(calling them beastly would perhaps belittle the animal kingdom).

SORRY dear ones, we could not comprehend the ghastly situations that you may be required to face. The notion that we held about such events being subjected only to adults and not young innocent ones like you have proved wrong and slapped us hard enough to shatter our pride as being protective parents.

SORRY dear ones, for turning the sweet innocent smiles on your face into bitter and ugly expressions of horror and terror. We want to bring your smiles back and punish the culprits who day in and day out are robbing your smiles fearlessly.

SORRY dear ones, the eyes that once sparkled with laughter are now filled with fear. The faith and regard, that we taught you to have with elders, have become sharp weapons that have pierced your eyes blind.

Though deeply uneasy and going through sleepless nights to give you all the comforts, we assure you that LIFE is not all DARK but there is SUNSHINE  that follows and we promise, reassure and instill hope, in YOU and ourselves,  that we will have a beautiful tomorrow to make the DREAMS, that you have, come true .

Dear little ones, amidst all the thunder and lightning that will surely be raining troubles on cowards of such dastardly acts, you must open your eyes to the COLORFUL RAINBOW of FUTURE that greets you ahead.

Lovingly and with warm affection for you always,

Caring Parents.

  The incidents that have occurred in school premises on young children in India on three consecutive days in the past week prompted me to write the above letter post. First one of a murder of a 7 year old child, Second one of humiliation of a teenage girl, for not wearing school uniform, by asking her to stand in boys toilet and  the Third one of a 5 year old child being raped. As a mother of two school-going kids I have been having sleepless nights over past few days since the incidents and comforting my kids with positive thoughts. The outrage and anguish that these incidences have created, among all the parents, have broken the walls of patience.

I have been reading the book AJAYA-Epic of the Kaurava clan Book-I Role of the Dice by Anand Neelakantan. (In this book the author has attempted to view Mahabharat, the Indian epic, from the side ,of Kauravas, who lost the war.) It reflects on ‘Su’ yodhan rather than ‘Dur’yodhan. (‘Su’ used for good while Dur as a derogatory for bad)Hence I am tempted to call these persons, who have tortured the kids, as modern day Kauravas or Duryodhans only difference being that the Mahabharat refers to 100 Kauravas but we are facing thousands of them now. Let us pledge to win this battle for our kids.

(NB: I would welcome, if those reading this post, have thoughts similar or otherwise and share them in comments.-Medha)



(Pic :Internet Image)

He stared

at the vast beautiful sea that lay across

befitting his huge bungalow.

He stared

at the path below with a beggar in tattered clothes

and a child snug happily in his arms.

He stared

at the smile on the child’s face

unaware of what lay ahead and unmindful of the storms

that may befall.

He stared

at the pot on the fire inviting to feed a hungry belly,

and an aroma that could belittle a star kitchen.

He stared

at the woman who was pouring her love into the plate

to feed her family.

He stared

at the man’s empty bowl and a heart filled with content.

He stared

at the rooms filled with precious decor

but holding a big void

He stared

at all the worldly treasures the beggar embraced

while he was left with the poverty of near and dear ones

begging all alone.

 He stared

at the beggar within and out

He stared

at the contrast that was LIFE

He stared

at the vast beautiful sea from his huge bungalow

He stared…


                                                                                                                                    – Medha


(Pic from Internet)

The above quote seems appropriate to the poem I have penned down here….

A conflict that goes on

Day in and day out,

The war within never ceases

And intensifies with every bout

Times when YES replaces the NO,

Even when the mind finds it difficult to bow

Oh! Cease the war ! Let Peace reside

Pleads the Heart every time

Rebel! Rebel! says the inner voice,

Stay Calm shouts the mind instead

Questions become noisier

and the answers are silent

Pain leaving its presence each time

And the Heart taking it all in stride,

Blow after blow the soul bleeds

Awaiting the Darkness of War to end,

Peace! PEACE!! PEACE!!! Within

The DAWN of soulful awakening…


Let ME Be…

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It has been a week since the dawn of the New Year 2017!

This New year began with the news and debates everywhere on the molestation of women on New Year’s Eve in India. There was pain, anger, hatred and a sense of shame on what was being shown and with regards to the thoughts, that poured in from all across the social strata, in the media thereafter.

Amidst this chaos sprang these few lines…perhaps a resolve for every Body and Soul!

Let me be the shade for any sun

Let me be the shield against the gun,

Let me be the umbrella that shelters the pouring rains

Let me be the balm to soothe the pains,

Let me be the warmth to protect from the chilly winter

Let me be the voice for those who falter,

Let me be the hand to guide the lost

Let me be the ear that listens to the most,

Let me be the good amongst the bad

Let me be the smile to console the sad,

Let me be the food for someone’s hunger

Let me be the Peace for all the anger,

Let me be the rare gem to find

Let me be the HUMAN for all the mankind,

Let me be the sane amongst all the madness

Let me be just ‘ME’ with all my strengths and weakness.




A year old affair..


It seems like just a couple of days back when I was struggling on the internet to find the right platform to blog. Writing was neither my forte nor passion but I felt I could try it out and learn along the way.

And so, after doing my own bit of research, I finally singled out WORDPRESS as my blogging pad. My affair had just begun. I was loving every bit of this creative affair of BLOGGING.

It was the elaborate assistance WordPress provided that made it easy for a newbie like me to not only have a website of my own but also have the creative freedom to design it! Yes, it was indeed exciting from the word go!

Though I did not have any computing background and was just a user of computer, I found it interesting as I saw my website being develop and unravel itself on day to day basis. The different themes provided, the various menus that could be assigned and the easy widget features that could be customized gave it a personal touch with the professional aid of WordPress.

As I was patting my own back and being happy at what I had developed and designed, I realised I had to give it a title. What should it be? What was my blog going to be about? I had the least thought of what would I be blogging about. I got my cells working and it was not a ‘Eureka’ moment but somewhat similar as I had decided the title and what was my blog was going to be: ‘IDEALOGUE’.. Sharing ideas and having a dialogue.

And so, the next episode of my affair, that of writing the content that would form my blog, began. I sat down and wrote it in just 15 mins. and then read it again to check for any grammatical error. Like a child, who is eager to show his first writing, even I was restless to see my blog published.

I took my laptop and started typing and soon realized that my speed of writing and thinking outdid my speed of typing!!I was struggling to find the ‘i’, the ‘o’, the ‘t’, the ‘h’ and every other letter on my keyboard. It was like learning ABC again!! And so after struggling for an hour or so my write-up was ready to be published! I HIT the  Publish button and then previewed it. ‘Well done, girl’ was my self-appreciation as I saw the first gift of my affair, the BLOG POST and the WEBSITE, that was presented to me.

Not bad for a beginner, I thought. With each passing day, then on, I have been into this affair with encouragement and guidance from family, friends and fellow bloggers, many from across the world, with whom I have connected only due to this affair.

This YEAR old affair definitely was a learning and enriching experience and hope it continues to bloom into a beautiful relationship with all those reading it, giving their suggestions, inputs and guidance along with appreciation to make it an affair to remember:-)!!!

Looking forward from all those who are reading….-Medha



A Glimpse..

It was a beautiful, pleasant, cool breezy evening as she was taking her usual stroll in the park close to her housing society. Keeping pace with her heart beats, she was enjoying every moment of her hourly brisk walk. Manavi liked observing people and the nature around while walking.

The birds on the large Peltoforum trees, hopping from one branch to other and making tweeting sound as they hopped. ‘Perhaps, it was the mother bird calling her kids at home as the sun was setting’, Manavi laughed at the thought that flashed her mind at that instant. The leaves on the trees swaying slowly with the breeze and the birds resting in its warm comforts one by one.

A small sparrow, with its greyish brown feathers, was hopping in the grass-lawn, picking at the insects that had made their homes within. ‘It was her dinner time for sure and she must be happy’, Manavi reasoned with her brisk steps.

The park was full of elderly people, few chatting and singing songs from old classic movies of their yesteryear while few taking their walks with walking sticks in hand, some with a helpful servant doing the needful to help them take the seemingly easy but difficult step forward as they struggled with the body muscle co-ordination.

There was a sparkle in these elderly eyes, the sparkle that came from facing life with all its challenges, the sparkle of experiencing all the ups and downs that life posed before them. Each face had a story of its own that could be reflected from the wrinkles and lines on their faces, the white hair that peeped in between the black tresses or just outlined the bald heads in few senior men while in ladies it was the smooth skin tone and shine that brought the beauty in them without the need of any make-up.

“Grandpa, shall I jump?”, a 5 years old kid was asking his old yet fit grandfather and before the elderly could reply the child had jumped from the swing. The kid had just bruised himself a little on the knee and started weeping. The Grandpa picked him up and removed a clean white handkerchief to clean the mud on his knee and said, “Come on don’t cry, its nothing, you are fine. Come let us go on the slide”. The child was soon running after the assurance from his grandpa and smiling as he came sliding down from the slide. The lesson of ‘forgetting things that cause pain’ taught by the grandson to his grandfather and the child learning that ‘elders are always there to pick you up and support you whenever you fall’. Smiling at this thought, Manavi observed a couple of young teenage boys and girls laughing, each with their heads bent on the smart phone in their hands.

They were laughing at the jokes that were being shared across the social media about the two major republics of the world-USA and India. Each one taken by surprise in a day’s time-one with its election results and one with its currency, resulting in debates and counter debates, charges and counter charges, hopes and fears.

As the lights in the park turned on, Manavi looked at her watch it was the last lap of her round of brisk walk before she went home recharged with the collection of the all glimpses that were displayed before her in the short hour with herself. She was thankful as they always enriched her and made her forget all the worries that would otherwise occupy her mind.

“Yes, walking done”, Manavi replied to her friend, who had just entered the park with her 3 months old baby in the pram. Giving a smile to the baby and receiving an innocent and rejuvenating one in return, Manavi walked her way home eagerly awaiting the glimpses that would be offered the next day…




A few days back we had the World Heart Day. And there were messages everywhere in papers, internet, mails and chats. These messages may have been read by some and perhaps they may have resolved to take care of this little ticking organ in our body, the HEART. Many may have just ignored them thinking “OH! I am too young for anything to happen to my heart” while few others may have felt “They are just exaggerating a bit too much on HEART just because it is World Heart Day”.

Anyway, ‘to each his own’, but I surely felt the need to take of my Heart and hence my health after having experienced some sad and depressed moments in the family 8 years back. We had a sudden loss and untimely deaths of our near ones due to heart attack and that is when I felt that we take this little but most important organ of our body, the HEART, too much for granted and neglect it so often.

The first initiative taken by me was to have all my tests done. I passed them all with flying colors but had a slight issue with weight as I had kept aside no time for myself and devoted all of it in household chores and family. I was told that I needed to loose some weight in order to remain healthy.

“I am joining the Saffolalife #ChhoteKadam initiative in association withBlogAdda and follow these small steps for a healthy heart.”:

*Staying Active: Have a routine exercise plan and follow it regularly on daily basis: walking, swimming, aerobics or yoga whichever suits you. The need to join a gym along with this can be optional. I do walking and yoga apart from the regular household work, like sweeping and mopping the floor(not to mention running around kids), which are also good exercises for our body. This has helped me stay active.

*Eating BETTER: Eat in small portions at a regular interval. I have been following the age old concept of eating lots of fruits and vegetables (raw and cooked, in both forms). I had to leave sweets, of all sorts that contained sugar, as Diabetes forms a part of our family medical history.

*Drinking lots of water is what I have been strictly following since childhood and so I feel energetic all the time.

*Healthy Breakfast or Snack: I do not have to just take care of myself and my husband but also my two kids and always have to try and find healthier options for them to eat as snacks or during breakfast as against the ‘two-minute instant noodle junk’ they like eating. That is when my search led me to ‘SAFFOLA OATS. These ready to cook oats have not only provided a healthier option for my kids but also tastier with different flavors’ to suit their tastes. It has become a part of our breakfast and snack routine apart from items like poha, upma, idli dosa.

The variation of having plain SAFFOLA OATS with milk with strawberry or chocolate syrup has made it a favorite breakfast apart from the spicy ready to cook oats. I also make ‘SAFFOLA OATS tikkis’, by blending it with mashed potatoes and adding spices, as a variation sometimes and it is a much loved snack to compliment the rainy weather outside.

*A routine check up at regular intervals will definitely be a boost in taking the right steps at the right time and go a long way in maintaining good health.

I think a mother not only needs to take care of HER HEART but also of the entire family. I think when it is said that ‘Mother is the Heart of the house‘, it is hard time that all women take care to ensure the health of their HEART and eventually their entire family.

And to conclude this post, let us all keep this equation in mind: