I have been keeping up this blog for about two years now because I am an aspiring writer and I wanted to write, always. I got so many good comments for my last post (and that too about our dear Kolaveri!) and you know what? I am overwhelmed. I have never before written a promotional-kind of blog post never in my life. But in this post, I’m doing it because this is for many others like me who simple love to write and would love to write. This article is about a spectacular website that pays you for your articles, write-ups and essays in many ways.

Online content writing opportunities are getting going in every developing and developed countries. India is also not lagging behind. For a while, I have been searching for a website where I can earn from writing articles. And you know what? I actually stumbled upon one such website, which pays you money for your articles. (I am providing the link at the end of this post.)

Now as you all know, there are numerous ‘Get paid to write articles’ websites. But how many of them are authentic? How many of them really pays you for quality articles? The website I am referring to, is one of the kind. We all are being paid regularly by this website, so there is proof that this website is authentic.

Highlights of this Website

This website is created by Indians, but both Indians and foreigners are welcome to join this website. Foreigners are paid via PayPal. Indians are paid via either PayPal or via net banking. This website provides upfront payment. Also, it lets you participate in the Google AdSense revenue sharing programme, and shares 90% of the Google Adsense revenue with you. Now don’t think that they share only 90% revenue. Because, there are numerous article contests, question paper submissions, answering programmes and upfront payment programmes which actually adds up to a lot more than 100% Google AdSense revenue sharing websites!

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One of my greatest wish is that I may become a writer. Another great wish is that I may contribute a lot to the world of writing. I am too happy to give a boost to other upcoming writers as well. I will be the happiest person on earth if this post becomes useful to one writer.

All the best, friends!

P. s.

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“Why this kolaveri kolaveri kolaveri Di?”

A new trend which Bollywood and Tollywood have taken up is this new rhythmic number, a song which breaks the shackles of what music was, and what it ought to be.

Recently Indian music has entered a revolution. The traditional Indian filmy music had only three realms: either the song was classical, or it was a melody or it was a rocking number. Recently, we are witnessing a diversion from this so called traditional path of Indian cinematic music.

The beginnings of the change was seen in Bollywood itself. At first came spicy item numbers like Munni Badnaam and Tinku Jia which vulgarised (or sensationalised?) lyrics and music to vernacular strata that the public found it immensely enjoying. Never before in history of Indian cinema, there was such a commercial-oriented sensationalisation which surprisingly gained critical acclaims as well. If you remember, Munni Badnaam got the Black Lady that year. However, these were professional attempts to sensationalise songs, and hence retained a minimum decency and standard. Some unprofessional attempts turned out to be lethal, especially in Malayalam music.

Malayalam music industry came up with some pieces, though not in film field. Album Silsila hai Silsila rocked facebook and youtube just because of three facts:

1. The lyrics had no particular meaning
2. The composition was such that even a jackass won’t find it difficult to sing
3. It wad for youth

Another artist in Malayalam industry laid his hands on a similar venture, hoping that he too may gain success. But what the great Mr. Santhosh Pandit received, was swearings, death threats and of course, money.

A path-breaking song which blurred the lines between decency was Bhaag DK Bose from Delhi Belly, though the song was not unprofessional like the Malayalam numbers mentioned above. It had professional touch and not-so-arrogant composition, however the lyrics caused the critics to bark for months, thereby being an example of vulgarisation.

Finally, now the great song Why This Kolaveri Di? penned and sung by Tamil actor Dhanush has hit the market. Preposterous lyrics, unbearable accent and innocence of the crew together has made the song an instant hit. For those who still haven’t listened to the song, I am providing a few ‘killer’ lyrics:

distance le  moon moon

moon  color white

white background night night

night color black

Why this kolaveri kolaveri kolaveri di?

hand la glass, glass la scotch

eyes full tear, empty life

girl come, life reverse gear

lovvu lovvu,  oh my lovvu

you showed me bouvu

cowu cowu holi cowu

i want u hear nowu

god i m dying nowu

she is happy howu?

Don’t forget to get the translations, you are in for a treat!

PS: Many are searching for the meaning of ‘bouvu’.. But I am so sorry. I am not a Tamilian, and have no idea what it means. May be they were trying to pronounce ‘bow’.

My Birthday Resolutions are like Soda!

It’s my birthday this month. People usually make resolutions on New Year, but I do it on my birthday. In fact, I make resolutions on both New Year’s Day and my Birthday. To make it more clear, I make resolutions on at least 50 days a year. The list of those days include New Year’s Day, my birthday, 1st day of every month, wedding anniversary of my parents, other special days – even the day in which I received a reply from Shah Rukh Khan* on a social site (Yeah, I still remember the date). The spoiler? I haven’t kept even one of these resolutions.

That’s not a new thing, is it? Resolutions are famous only because we promise to do it in our life, but we never do.  In fact, my resolutions are like a bottle of Soda drink, it foams at the beginning, but gradually turns to mere water. Some of my resolutions and how far I’ve succeeded in them, I’m noting down here..

1. Write diary every day: This was my New Year Resolution. My diary-writing stopped on February 4.

2. Read newspaper everyday: I’ve  adhered to it because of the film news. [at least literally]

3. Wake up at 5 AM: My alarm goes off at 5 AM, which I put on snooze, and finally I open my eyes at 7 am (Despite having my school at 9)

4. Study systematically: I don’t need to say what I did on that one, especially to students. Whenever I open my book, I have this feeling that exams are three months away and.. let me tell you, that’s the last thing you need to think while you are about to study. Period.

5. Keep my room tidy everyday: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha As if I will!!

Well, as I said, my Birthday is in September. And I’m making a resolution this time as well. But its not the usual small resolutions that I usually make. It is BIG. From this birthday onwards, I’ve decided to be a better person. I’VE DECIDED TO BE A BETTER PERSON. What do you say?

Tell me about your resolutions, won’t you?

Happy Birthday to Me! and to my Resolutions!

* A famous Indian actor

Give Me Something to Write!

Somebody recently sent me this SMS , saying “Kalhi kar so aaj kar, aaj kare so ab” which veguely translate as “Do everything today.” For the past two weeks, I have been wanting to post a topic, but kept postponing it. [As someone said, people like me may be the reason why commodities bear the sign 'best before three months from packing'... *sigh*]

I’ve been desperately thinking about a topic to base my next blog post on.. And I’ve realized that nothing is more difficult than finding a topic. So this post of mine is about.. well.. mess involved in finding a topic to write (he he ).

Any bloggers out there? You know what I mean. I’m not including those gifted people, for whom, writing is like dreaming, who just have to go to a sleep on a paper and the dream of writing unfurls, without dreamer/writer having any control upon it (or so my teacher says). This post is about those teeny-meeny writers who want to be… hmm… writers.

So here it is. Finding a topic to write is sometimes mad, sometimes fun and sometimes shocking. And let me tell you, the Freshly Pressed play a great role in it (though not the way you think).

I search everywhere for a topic, wondering why anything is not coming to me. Then I read next day’s Freshly Pressed, and finds out a topic which I have come across in my daily life more than a thousand times, yet never thought of it as a blog post. Well.. there has to be a difference between those who gets Freshly Pressed and.. err..  me. Shocking. [Exactly the expression of the protagonist of that old O.Henry story!]

Another curious thing. Even if I come across a topic which can be quite apt, I end up forgetting it. I keep wondering for about a month what the topic was, about which I’ve thought one day. Then I see the topic again in a day’s Freshly Pressed, and… isn’t it funny?

Then there is the big mayhem of drafts. In fact I want to kick the one who invented the facility called ‘draft’ in virtual world. If he hadn’t done it, I would never have been such a lazy… you know. I type the first few sentence of a draft, and postpones it, thinking I’ll publish another day. Then I move to new topics, and the draft lays dusted. [Eventually these new topics will also become untouched drafts, for sure.] Culmination is when I mass-delete more than 50 drafts in one stretch. Either they must have lost significance, or I’d have forgotten why I typed them in the first place (most probably). Those topics get wiped away, and here I am, searching for new topics. Mad. Really.

It is all true… But guess what? Despite all this, I still love my posts. My writing. And.. well… my topics. Especially this one.

Share your thoughts as well, won’t you?

The Sadness of Lemon Cake

Rose Edelstein, who lives a very contemporary life faces a huge crisis at the age of 9, when she discovers her ability, her ‘special gift’ as she calls it. In the food she eats, she can taste the emotions of people who cooked it. At the tender age of 9, it comes as a shock to her when her mother’s love filled Lemon Chocolate Cake tastes so hollow and sad in her mouth. This ability, apart from making it literally impossible to swallow a food without analysing its whole history, also poses other threats as well. It gives her a direct view to the secrets of her family – whether they like it or not. It exposes her to her mother’s affair as well as her brother’s mysterious disappearances. “It’s like reading somebody else’s diary,” she exclaims.

Coming from a not-so-experienced author like Aimee Bender, the Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake is quite a passable work, because she succeeds in setting up a curious plot little by little, with smooth readability. But somewhere in between, she loses that adeptness which she shows at the beginning, and the story starts getting shuttled between the three themes. It does not find a resting place in any, and just goes on. In the end, only the secret of Rose’s brother is drawn to a decent end, even that being a depressing one. The author makes a feeble attempt to unfurl the food problem, in which, she fails miserably and ends up ruining the curious theme she had once set up. The affair of her mother is left intact.

Yet Aimee Bender shows her talent in two aspects. Once when she describes Rose’s analysis of food and her reactions, Bender is the master of her work. Her skill as a writer also shines when she blurs the line between magic and reality, blending both so well together, that even we forget to wonder whether this can happen in real life.

Shortly said, the Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake is a book with a catching beginning and a good plot, but lacks a proper climax.

PS: I recently wrote a post claiming that I can’t review a work. I’m breaking my record with this post. Enjoy!

Are You One?

Okay, I know that there will be some of you wondering how I wrote the title if I don’t know how to spell Criticism. THAT was NOT meant to be literal. What I really meant that I haven’t got the slightest clue as to how to criticise something. And I am supposed to be a wanna-be critic. At least by my teachers.

Most simply criticism means reviewing a work, finding its plus-points, finding its drawbacks, and suggesting ways to improve it.

To begin with, I will tell you my ‘spellbinding’ skills in criticism.

1. When I am faced with a movie, book etc, I can’t find any fault with them.
2. I can’t suggest even one way to improve them.
3. I can’t relate a work with another work – in fact when people speak about similarities between two movies I am familiar with, I often wonder why I didn’t think of it before
4. I can’t compare  - that is I can’t say whether a movie or book is better than another movie or book (though I know I like one better)
5. Finally, reviews and appreciations were the hardest tasks for me in my high school because I know only to praise them. (Thank god they were written by prominent authors – I could always come up with the excuse ‘how can I find a fault with a great author like him/her?’)

So as you know, these special qualities of mine makes me the worst critic in the world. Or so I believe.

Anyway, I decided to join  ’English Language and Literature’ as a part of my undergraduate course. And guess the first paper we have to study? Literary Criticism.

The question is not that how am I supposed to study the paper with my ‘great’ skills. The question is WHY am I supposed to (or forced to) study it. I love English language, I love its literature – but that doesn’t mean I should learn to be a critic. Can’t I learn Language and Literature just for the fun of it?

What I feel is that ‘criticising something’ is a kind of skill, gifted to some persons only, just like the talent to sing, the talent to dance etc. I am sure there will be many like me, who can’t properly review a work, though they may like or hate that work, though they may have an opinion about that work.

There are persons who love to study about singing or dancing, though they can’t sing or dance. Talent to sing, or dance is not something we can acquire – it has to be in our blood, as they say. At least a bit of it should (so we can develop ther rest by training). It is not their fault that they can’t sing or dance. Don’t they have a right to study about music or dance if they like it, though they are not gifted with the talent? Why the practical music or dance is compulsory?

Just like that, there are persons who love literature, or films, but don’t have the skill to analyse these works critically. Don’t they have a right to study literature or films, though they are not gifted with the talent to criticise? In other words, why the study of criticism is compulsory in the study of literature and films?

Since it is compulsory, I am trying to ‘develop’ the skill by reading criticisms, reviews etc. But isn’t it kind of artificial?

After writing this blog, I’m feeling that I’m not such a bad critic as I used to think. After all, I can form my own opinion!

My aunt, who lives a few blocks away from my house came to visit us one day and she brought a pair of ear-rings with her.

Among the many other gossip she did with my mom, she added to me – “I’m throwing a party to celebrate my Lily scoring 98% in board exam., and you should wear this beautiful ring for the party. I picked this up specially for you.”

I looked to see the beautiful pair she brought me, and saw the ugliest pair I’ve ever seen.

'Beauty' exaggerated, thanks to my blurred camera!

For one thing, I hate dangling grape-like ear-rings. Second, Green is my second least favourite colour, followed by Black. Third, this pair was especially ugly, because its hook was gold-coloured and rest, silver-coloured. And I’m to wear this thing to a party which shall be attended by most of my classmates.

What to do. She is a loving aunt, and her intention is of pure affection. I smiled weakly. “Why not, Aunt Sheila, of course I’ll wear this. Thank You.”

My parents are so concerned about hurting the feelings of others, so they won’t let me wear any other pair for the party. I started thinking of other ways.

Attempt One. I casually put the pair away with the usual set of used things we donate to  poor children. The man who collects the things for the orphanage came up to me and said: ‘Miss, I think you were absent-minded & put this new pair with the used things.” Mom in room. Alert. I weakly smiled again and accepted it with a Thank You.

Attempt Two. Next day, I trickily threw the pair in paper trash, hoping that mom won’t cross-check. Mom came to me a few hours later. “Meera, when will you learn taking care of your things? I think these rings were lying on the floor and I must have put it in paper trash while sweeping. Keep this.” The ear-rings again. I weakly smiled again and accepted it with a Thank You.

Attempt Three. I made up a foolproof lie. I hid the ear rings among my old toys and went to my mom with a filmy face. “Mom, I think I lost the ear-rings Aunt Sheila gave me. Oh no.. What will she think when she see me wearing another pair for the party?” Overacting. Mom’s scolding. Over. Success!

That evening, Aunt Sheila called mom. Among other stuff, mom explained how sad I was, over losing the rings. I eavesdropped (usually I don’t, but since this is aunt.. you know ) and my heart leaped. I can wear my fav pair with making no excuses!

Next day, someone knocked on our front-door. I looked, and it was Aunt Sheila. I welcomed her with a not-weak smile.

‘Hey sweetz.. How are you?”

“A little sad, aunt. I lost the ear-rings you gave me.” (Puppy face. Overacting.)

“Your Mom told me yesterday, honey. That’s why I came. I thought I’ll bring this to you.”

I looked. A lightning hit me.

My Nightmare. Sigh.

Black. My LEAST favourite colour.

“Your mom told me how upset you were. I didn’t think you liked it so much. That’s why I brought this.” She went on…

I have two advises for the upcoming generation. One, please don’t overact over any thing. Two, please don’t pierce your ears.

The End.

Moral: Overacting is injurious to health.

We all have some nice memories that strike, when we see the crystal drops falling from gloomy skies. Here are mine. I’ve categorised them. First four are from lifestyle, of all of us. The next three are from Bollywood, India’s own film industry. And the last three, from my bizarre mind.

1. Clouds, Sky and the Gloom

I don’t know many others who love gloomy sky apart from me. Barkha Dutt is an exception, I guess. Anyway I love it all right. There is the photographs I took, half of them are flowers, the other half cloudy sky. I love only rainy dull black clouds. Hmm…

I Love Clouds! (My OWN photo, guys)

2. Blanket!

I’m sure I’ll get many ‘+1′s for this. I LOVE sleeping under my blanket on a rainy day. I want the rhythm of rain in my ears. I love the gloom, the cold everything. After all, only ‘Northest’ India has a proper winter and the for the rest of us, rains are the coldest season. Go and get a blanket guys!

3. Pani Puri or Whatever Hot…

Usually in rains, anything hot and edible will be good, but I think the most suitable one will be Pani Puri. I know, a recent news about Pani Puri has made some of us avert, but I’ll love one on a rainy day and rain brings it to my mind.

Pani Puri - A Hot Snack on a Rainy Day!

4.  Mitti ki Khushboo (Smell of Wet Soil)

This one has become a cliché because all the Music Reality Show judges use this phrase to describe a well-sung folk song. If you are from India you know what I mean. But here it is used in literal sense. If you don’t know still, listen the next time when it rains. Or if it’s blazing outside, sprinkle a little water on the ground and smell. Charming.

5. Kabhi Alvida Naa Kehna, the film. (KANK)

It is really something that rain reminds me of. That scene which captures the beauty of New York, with the backdrop of dull overcast sky and outline of buildings. I haven’t really liked the film because of its story-line, but this scene remains etched to my mind, for the beauty of rain which it captures in all senses.

Beauty of rain in Kabhi Alvida Naa Kehna

6. Iktaara, the song (Wake Up Sid)

Here is another piece from bollywood, that the rains reminds me of. Somewhere in the film, Sid tells Aisha that the most fascinating thing about Mumbai is its monsoon and you have to come then. And then there is the fab combo of rain, beach, clouds and love in the climax. But what strikes me most is the song Iktaara, may be because of the line ‘barse sapne boond boond’ (dreams are raining drop by drop). So beautiful imagination of lyricist.

7. Pehli Baarish ki Boondein (Drops of the First Rain)

This one is the final piece, that partially I got from Bollywood. Here it was in the film Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi all right. There is the image of Taani who opens her windows and let rain drops fall on her face – the one that drives girls like me to do the same. Plus Raj says Taani that whatever you wish in first rain will be fulfilled. I don’t know whether I believe it, but it comes to my mind when I see rain, first or not. There’s also this stuff about drinking it, but I won’t advise that…

Taani in rain from Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi

8. Bandra-Worli Sea Link  (Rajiv Gandhi Sea Link, Mumbai)

Now you know what I mean by ‘my bizarre mind’. I don’t know why rain reminds me of  Sea Link. Yet I rank it here. I guess the view of sea from Sea Link during a rainy day will be exquisite. I wasn’t lucky enough to have rain when I went to see Sea Link. But still…

Bandra Worli Sea Link in a rainy day

9. Getting Drenched

In fact I would rank this 1. Because there is NOTHING amazing like getting drenched in a rain. I DON’T mean the kind we do while going to school or office. I mean getting drenched on our terraces, purposefully, for the fun of it. Try looking at the cloudy sky. You won’t be able to, with raindrops falling, but I love it. Bizarre.

10. Sea

Last one with bizarre quotient. I tell you, I DON’T know why this one is here. I’ve already mentioned it thrice – in the scene of KANK, as a combo in Wake Up Sid, and in the view from Sea Link. YET, sea stands apart. Firstly, I feel, that the real beauty of sea comes only during a rain. Sea gets to its rainy mood, all swirling and sad and roaring. Some things are so difficult to capture in words. Moreover, my name ‘Meera’ means Sea/Ocean in Sanskrit. You get the spooky connection, don’t you?

It’s raining outside…

Do you want her tears?

We have all been children. I don’t know about you, but I had many complaints to the world around me as a child.  If you are/have a child, then just read on..

As a child, I had these complaints, but never told an adult. Now that I’m a teenager, I realise it and think why I never did. If I had done so, my childhood have been much much better.

Your children also may have similar or same complaints. They either don’t tell you, or you don’t mind when they tell. Consider them,  and your child’s childhood will be much better than the one they live. Otherwise, well, by the time THEY realise it, their childhood would be gone. So here are my complaints:

DISCLAIMER: * I have used ‘she’ because 1. I am a girl 2. Well, Women first * These are ordered from least to most frustrating *

10. Me too exists. Not only my cousins do. 

It’s my friends complaint, not mine. She was sad on Xmas day & told me she didn’t get a new dress for Xmas. Her parents were in US and CAN afford one. I asked this, she said: ‘When mom and dad came from US for vacation, they bought dress for all kids, but counted wrong and bought one less. There WAS a dress meant for me, but I had to give it up for my cousin so that she won’t feel left out.’ I ask you, won’t MY FRIEND feel left out? She lives in India and haven’t seen US. Won’t SHE want a foreign gift? When you buy something for kids, if you don’t have enough, go to a local shop, buy a new one, mix it with others and distribute them without even mentioning. At least your kid”s heart won’t be broken.

9. Aren’t me and she alike?

This is for adults other than parents.  I don’t really think a parent REALLY differentiates between his/her OWN kids. Think, you meet some kids. Some of them will be pranksters, irritating, horrible. But some will be calm and adorable. We usually like the good ones, not the rest. But PLEASE never show this. I was quite okay as a child, so I never faced it, but have seen many instants after I’ve grown up. Adults mollycoddle and speak only with some kids. I’ve even seen adults who give chocolates to one or two kids in a group. Don’t they feel ashamed?

8.You gave my doll to her?? MY DOLL?

Garage sales exist in West, but in India, we usually donate old things to poor children. I’ll never disagree. Helping poor is a great thing. But can’t we make a change? Buy good new things for poor children if you respect charity. Not your kid’s old things. One, giving old and useless things to poor children is equal to insulting them. Two,whatever you give away, for you, it may be an old rag. For your kid, it may be a piece of her heart. Once my brand new bicycle was given to a kid. (Only 3 months since we bought, I haven’t even LEARNED to ride it). And the SPOILER? I wasn’t even asked before it was taken from me. I knew about it only after it happened. Bad Habit. Really bad habit.

7. You never does that with me..

This too is for parents. Usually parents (esp. Indians) think showing love to kids is cheesy. In fact it IS, don’t do it if you don’t like. But if you don’t mollycoddle your kids, please don’t do these stuff with OTHER kids as well. You will go to a friends’ house, give a packet of chocolates to their kid, take her in your lap and say, you are such a cutie pie. Anyone saw a big no-no anywhere? Don’t worry. You will see it in the stuck up face of your kid when you get home.

6. So you have no time. Shall I go away?

I never faced this. In my childhood, most Indian moms were housewives and had time for us. But not now. Your kid will come to tell something and you say: “Oh-oh don’t come and pester me. I’ve house work, office jobs, extra tasks.. Go away.” You may not be looking at your child’s face then (forgot? you have so much works!). But if you do, you’ll see a look that’ll leave you unfit to work any more.

5. Why am I always blamed?

In fact, half the problems in the house ARE caused by kids. But don’t blame them ALWAYS. Because, though half of the problems are caused by kids, not ALL of them are. You blame your kid for shattered hair in floor saying she never puts fallen hair in trash after brushing. But at least SOME of them may be yours. You scold your kid for not putting laundry in washing machine. But one day you tell her to put it in the unused chair, next day, in the bucket in bathroom, next day, in the washing machine, other day, under the pillow (that was my imagination ) and not only your kid,  even YOU get confused. You can scold and blame the child for her wrongs, but only if it is completely her fault.

4. Why say “You got WHAT? Great deal.”?

It means this. NEVER disappoint your child. ‘Look, I got Second in State for drawing.’   ‘You got only second? Great deal.’   The last thing to say to your child when she comes with an achievement. Inquiry goes on: ‘So which grade?’   ‘B. No one got A.’   ‘Pathetic. How much grace marks?’   ’30.’  There’s another thing that you can add to make the day for your child: ‘Heard about Billu? He got First Prize  for Essay. A grade. 60 grace marks.’  Can you blame your child if she wished the next year’s essay topic for first grade kids shall be “the statistical aspects of production possibility in a developing country”? Sigh.

3. I’m the one saying truth, but you support HER?

This one is SPECIALLY for parents. Imagine your child quarrels with your neighbours one, you KNOW the truth is in your child’s part but STILL why don’t you  support her? And WORSE, why do you SUPPORT the other? Ask this to the parents and you’ll get this answer: ‘How  to support our kids in front of the other’s parents? What will they think? It’s cheap..’ Arre yaar, how can it be cheap if you KNOW that your kid is true? Well, don’t support if you don’t want, but can’t you just stay IMPARTIAL? What is the need of supporting her rival? Your kid’ll be thinking “Whatever be my problems, my parents will NEVER stay with me.” Give that look if you must.

2. Yeah, she’s smaller, but aren’t I small too?

Think two kids quarrel over something, and the adult (the famous ‘mediator’) says ‘Rinky, give it to Pinky.. She’s smaller than you, no?’ Arre Yaar, what if Pinky is four and Rinky is five? Still this holds.. No one cares if the older one is YET a kid.. Only the YOUNGER one belongs to ‘kid’ category and the elder child, well, she is supposed to behave as the ‘responsible’, sacrificing everything for dear kiddie. I tell you, this ISN’T a case of siblings. I am a single child and have had ENOUGH of this.. I really hope, despite the quarrels, Rinky and Pinky really love each other. Otherwise, their beautiful childhood will be beautiful enough to be chucked in the dustbin.

1. Why do you compare me with her?

I hate this one. I HATE this one. Be it with your child’s siblings, cousins, friends, or classmates, comparing never does good to a child. You may be doing it to egg kids on, so that they may study with competition and bring better results. But it  ruins her. She WILL turn hostile to the one she had been compared with. Kids start hating each other. These hatreds does not go off even in adulthood. Simply put, you so easily takes away innocent friendships from your child.

All the moms and dads, keep this in mind. Your kid will be a better human being when she grows up. Happy Parenting.

Don't compare, let them be friends, not rivals...

This is true in a certain sense. If you read on a little bit more, you’ll know what I mean. This is dedicated to all the girls in this world, their moms too

Even though we all love our mothers very much, we keep on arguing with them on all matters under the sun, in our childhood. For Example:

• Mothers love to clean our study-tables and keep it neat and tidy. But we  prefer it like… err… like this:

That's my desk

• When we are over 18 and wear a skin-fit jeans, Moms protest (If anyone sees, what will they say?) And we? We gradually proceed to three-fourths (Uff-oh, maa!)
• Mothers want us to keep our hair done in at least a hair-clip. But we want it in a permanently-open manner (thanks to our role models, Kareena, Priyanka, Katrina, Anushka etc etc etc)
  

  Today's Heroine: Anushka Sharma (Her open Hair & dress style! We LOVE it!)

• We want bed coffee in our beds itself, and moms, well, we can see them rolling their eyes ( If you want it, go and drink yourself. Otherwise sit right there.)
• We spend our evening time with Planet Bollywood and Fresh Songs, and Moms are like  “I don’t think they will ask  Shah Rukh’s biography in your exams”
• Moms say “Centuries old palm-leaf granthas*  are in better condition than your school books! Why don’t you keep them neat? ” Well, I can’t resist her on that.. Sigh..

Well, the irony is that, when we, the today’s-girls become moms, we turn exactly to be like our moms! Just imagine, WE tidying OUR daughters’ and sons’ table! (I know it is beyond our imagination)… WE telling our child to do up her hair.. and scolding her about wearing mini skirts! May be we will ask them then.. “What is more important? Darsheel’s affair or your result?” Oh god.. We will grow up to be EXACTLY our Moms..

But despite all that, I LOVE YOU MOM

LOVE YOU MOM!

*Granthas –  Old Indian works of historic value