9 Websites to Help you Satisfy the Donor’s Urge

I have recently started writing for an initiative of the company FirstCry called WorldofMoms. Here is an excerpt of my first article:

Winston Churchill once said, “We make a living by what we get. We make a life by what we give.” But today in the world of corporates and iPads and traffic jams and kids we already can’t give enough time to, who has the time to give back to the society? When was the last time you really wanted to go teach that bunch of kids in the slum around the corner but couldn’t because there was no time? When was the last time you wanted to go plant trees but couldn’t?

For all of you out there bitten by the donor’s urge, you are not alone. We are all sailing in the same boat. So what? You just sit around and do nothing about it? Of course not! Here, I have compiled a list of 10 websites where you can go ahead and donate for the cause you believe in

For the rest of the article please follow the link:


Do let me know your thoughts on this guys!

The Perfect Wedding



The day dawned bright and shiny. It was fall and the weather could not have been more appropriate for getting married. Jacob was so happy. His darling little girl was getting married today. Everything was perfect. The chapel was adorned with beautiful fuchsias and lilacs. The tables were laid with ornate table cloths. The sound of the three cellos soothed everything into a peaceful stability. The smell of freshly baked food wafted through the hall. It was going to be the prefect wedding.

He wished his wife was here. It had been 12 years since that fateful morning when he found her dead in their bathroom from an overdose of sleeping pills. The time had not dulled the pain though. If anything, it had just managed to expand the void left by her death. But today, he vowed, he won’t let that mar his spirits. His darling little daughter was getting married after all. Everything was going perfectly as planned. He had found a nice little gentleman for her. Jacob was sure that he would provide for his daughter very well. She will be content.

He had tried to make his daughter’s life as easy as possible. Growing without a mother was one of the most difficult things, he had realized. But he had given his best shot. His daughter had turned into this beautiful, independent, young woman from the rebellious teenager that she was. Okay, to be honest, she had still retained her rebellious streak. But time would change that. Getting married would change that.”She is just 23 after all”, he thought to himself, “She will realize the wisdom of the decisions he had made for her. She had to see it some day.”

He remembered the argument they had had last night.

“He treats me like a kid, Dad! I dunno if I wanna marry him. Give me some time. Let me get to know him”, she cried.

He walked to her, gave a peck on her tear-wet cheek and just smiled. “It’s all gonna be okay, sweety. Trust me!”, he told her.

That memory left a fleeting ghost of a smile on his face as he walked towards the bridal dressing room. It was time. As he walked into the room, he found her taking a nap on the bed, all veil-clad and stammeringly beautiful the way only brides can be. ‘My poor baby’, he thought, ‘She must be so tired’. But as he walked towards her, all color drained from his face. She was holding a vial of pills in her left hand and in her dying, bridal beauty all she reminded him was of his long-lost wife and her fatal end.

The Sign

ImageAs she drove down the highway, there was a chaos of thoughts running through her head. She was tired. Tired of sticking to the convention, tired of living the “ideal way”, tired of giving up what she loved just because it was different. Living in a society driven by conventional boxes, she was always taught what to do. But she wanted to break free.

She wanted to be in a circus. She had had dreams of being a flying trapeze for ages now. She had worked hard on her body, her strength right since she had first seen the circus when she was 5. She still remembered her wild-eyed wonder as she sat there with her father. The same father who was completely against her decision to be in a circus.

But right at this moment, she did not care. She was 21, fit, ready to explore life with wild dreams in her eyes and almost no money in her pockets. She was excited and anxious and eager and scared and she was ready.

As she sat in that car with Kelly blaring on the radio with I Believe I Can Fly, she looked at the sky with its beautiful hues of orange and pink and blue and she thought to herself “This is a Sign”!


This post has been written for picture it & write  by ermilia

Conversations with an Actor

Interviewer: There’s something that I’ve always wondered. How can anyone act something out if he hasn’t e

xperienced it before. I mean, how can you cry and be sad at the death of your child when you haven’t even experienced his birth?
Actor: That’s very simple and yet very difficult. Let me ask you something back. How do you know that a real-life father is sad when his kid is dead. How do you know that he’s not the one who’s acting?
Interviewer: Umm.. Well..
Actor: The only thing that makes you think that the father is sad and devastated at the death of his kid is because he himself believes in it. That’s why when you look into his eyes even you believe in it. Nothing we ever feel in our life is absolute. Everything is an inherent belief in our feelings and emotions. Everything is an illusion. And a good actor is nothing but an illusionist who just happens to believe in what he’s supposed to feel.
All the world’s a stage and all the men and women just merely players……


Knock Knock!! Any Quiz Wiz Here?

I love reading.
I love dancing.
I love writing.
I love rains.
I love winters.
I love sudoku.
I love crossword.
I love puzzles.
And I absolutely love quizzing!
So you can imagine how excited I was when my best friend in the whole wide world developed a quizzing website. I adore it! And for all of those out there who love quizzing too here’s a chance to see if you can outsmart my best friend in the whole wide world.


Please visit the website http://quizot.com/!

It’s fun! It’s challenging! It’s informative! And I’m sure you guys will have a great time!

The Tale of the Friendliest Strangers and a Little Bit More

So I am not one of those people who makes friends easily. I take my own time. To get to know people. To become comfortable being who I am. So if you come meet me tomorrow, you’ll find this awkward, self-conscious girl who doesn’t know what kind of a face to make while looking at you.

So about a month ago, when I found myself in this strange country called Germany when I didn’t even know the language spoken there, I was intimidated. Okay, intimidated is a bit of an understatement to what I was actually feeling. Shit scared. I was alone. I didn’t really know anyone there. This was my first time outside India. So, yeah, I was bound to be scared.

To top it all off, I had NEVER, EVER taken a flight. So when I got into the flight to Dubai, I was a little lost. Yes, my friends had described to me how it is like inside the airplane. But I was still jittery. All I could do was observe what people did around me and do the same. But, to my rescue came this lady who sat besides me. She asked me if I was scared. I told her I was flying for the first time. She was this kind woman who talked to me. About nothing in particular. But talking to her made me feel calmer. I do not know her name. But I know I’m probably never forgetting her all my life.

I think I should now give you a little bit of a background on my situation. I had an economy class ticket all the way to Frankfurt. When I get to the Mumbai Airport, they tell me they don’t have my boarding pass for the flight from Dubai to Frankfurt. That there’s some problem with the system. I get to Dubai and I get a Business Class boarding pass as they are out of seats on the economy. I am happy. But as I enter the plane I find myself ever so more uncomfortable about Business Class. Because it’s all new again. The TV Screen, the remote control, everything.. Ahhhh!!! I was literally just about to pull at my hair in frustration.

And then comes this lady. All tall, long, blonde hair, nicely dressed, pink pumps, pink jeans, a nice silver top, a huge silver bag, face fully made up. Everything about her was either pink or silver. I looked down at my oversized yellow Jim Morrison t-shirt, worn out jeans, black and purple Pumas, hair in a knot. I had never felt so much out of place! But then she flashed me this huge smile and sat besides me and we talked. A lot. She was a Polish model who has been to tons of different places. She told me how it was at her shoots and at the fashion shows and how she hated all of it. And believe it or not, she was really fascinated at the fact that I was an engineer who did a job and most of all, the fact that I was an Indian. She had told me her name I think. I don’t remember it.

Then I get to Germany. A couple of days pass in a haze. And one day, at breakfast in my hotel I meet this Indian guy. I’m sitting alone, he’s sitting alone, so he just walks up to my table and we get to talking. He’s an Indian who’s lived in the US for more than 8 years and we talk about all the random things under the sun. After that day we met at breakfast everyday. He cooked dinner for me twice and I spoke to his wife and his kids and it was fun! He even introduced me to this friend of his. She’s an American and even we hit it off instantly. I’m friends with both of them on facebook today. And I know I’ve made two friends for life.

Then one day I go shopping. I really wanted to shop for boots and I found this place that had an awesome sale running on boots. So I look through the numerous racks filled with boots and finally come down to the two pairs of boots I like the most. I try the first one, go and check in the mirror. I like it. I try the second one, go to the mirror. I like this one too. I repeat this entire routine thrice and still I’m nowhere closer to a decision. This woman comes up behind me and says, “I think you should go for the pink one”. I turn around, thank her, buy the pink pair of boots and leave the shop. I don’t know her name but I have her to thank for  my kickass pair of pink boots. If it hadn’t been for her, I probably wouldn’t have bought anything because of my confusion.

I had a free weekend when I was in Germany and so I decided to visit Paris over the weekend. I get down the bus in Paris and I’m just looking around trying to decide what to do next. I hear these two voices talking in English. I see they belong to these two females, one young and one quite old. The younger one looks at me and says, “I saw you sitting alone at the cafe. If you want you can join us for breakfast”. And I spent the next two days with them! It was such fun!! I have about a hundred pictures with the two of them. And when we got to Germany we promised each other that we would become friends on facebook. I know her first name which is a pretty common American name. I do not remember her last name. And as for her Grandma, that’s what I called her the entire trip.

So here I am at the end of my trip having made a handful of good friends, but I get to keep only two of them. I’m probably never meeting any of them again. But it was fun meeting so many different people. And I’m glad that I was alone on that trip. If I had company, I would never have made these friends.

PS: Another friendly stranger that I’ve met here in the blogging world has offered me this award. Thank you Sheikh. Amna Rafiq. This means a lot to me.

This Is How We Do It!

We humans, by nature, are competitive. When we are kids we fight for the toffees, when we are teenagers we fight over girls/boys, when we grow a little older we fight for grades and colleges and jobs and the rat race never ends. Is the race good or is it bad? I am no one to judge because that is how it has been for ages now and that is how it will be for ages to come. And one of the most significant competitions in human history have been the Olympics that started somewhere around 776 BC and have stood the test of times and continue even today, in 2012 AD.

Winning at Olympics is tough, prestigious and one of the most highest accolades that a sportsperson can ever achieve. There have been people who give away their entire lives in the pursuit of a single gold medal. And one such country that has performed stupendously and brilliantly in the modern Olympics is China. The People’s Republic of China first participated in the Olympics in the year 1952. China’s performance can be summarized easily in the table below:

Games Gold Silver Bronze Total Rank
1952 Helsinki 0 0 0 0
1984 Los Angeles 15 8 9 32 4
1988 Seoul 5 11 12 28 11
1992 Barcelona 16 22 16 54 4
1996 Atlanta 16 22 12 50 4
2000 Sydney 28 16 14 58 3
2004 Athens 32 17 14 63 2
2008 Beijing (host) 51 21 28 100 1
2012 London 38 27 23 88 2
Total 201 144 128 473

Their performance has been phenomenal, hasn’t it? But then the Chinese have always been famous for their competitive spirit and hard work.

Today, when I was at work, I received a mail from one of my colleagues about how China actually wins its medals. Those pictures are shocking and I don’t even know how to describe them.

These pictures just make you wonder how important winning is. Is it worth denying these kids their childhood? Is it worth putting them through so much physical and mental torture to get a handful of Golds at Olympics? I don’t know. But this is not how kids are supposed to be. They are supposed to enjoy their childhood, play innocent games, get dirty in the mud. But definitely not this.

As Winston Churchill had rightly said,

“When you are winning a war almost everything that happens can be claimed to be right and wise.”

But the question remains, is it worth it?


Information and image courtesy: Google and Wikipedia.

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