talk to the PAW




Four tiny paws, one super shiny – damp nose, two long pendulous ears and a pair of deep set eyes. Phuchka, a year and 3 months old Cocker Spaniel chose to adopt us for good. And soon our house had innumerable muddy footprints all over.

The young guy was little perplexed with the sudden shift of place yet very happy to have found a huge parking place and a mostly unused basketball court to hop around. And in no time Phuchka marked his ‘my zones’ in the new city.

It definitely does take a pack to raise a pup or manage a growing one. He might just eat up your living room cushions, quietly pee around your laundry basket, steal a potato PicsArt_1406030844329from kitchen, place his soiled toy on your fresh bed spread or dig in your planters in the balcony and get dirty. Phuchka does possess these dramatic talents. And, once he is over with his mischief and knows he will soon get a spank or two, he will bring out his best guilty face ever for rescue.

We no more need an alarm to wake us up. Our little devil boy will take rounds of the bed and try hard to reach our faces to give a quick good morning lick. And you start your day with the sweetest greeting, you could have ever asked for! Everyday, without a miss.

With all the craziness comes the unperturbed companionship. Phuchka is there for us all the time. The days we are happy and also our tough times! All he wants to do is chug along behind us, closer than a shadow, ensuring, ‘hang on, I am there’.

Phuchka, is a pile of love for us. He makes it clear, almost every second that it is us who matter to him the most! Standing up on his hind legs, tapping our chests with those little paws, he gives us the warmest hug.

It is worth learning from our baby, how he rejoices in life’s simplest it’s said, for a dog every morning is a Christmas morning, every walk is the best walk, every meal is the best meal and every game is the best game.

We love you puppy, and we promise to keep you warm. ūüôā


P.S. phuchka khow-hows!

  • We are dead scared of wind. So, never roll down your car windows when we are in.
  • We are not a barking kinds! We do not like noise.
  • We love carrots, but, the stupid vet has put us on some ultra special no more carrots for us. Hmph!
  • We are a morning person unlike dad and mom.
  • We loveeeee our ball. And telling us about any ‘b’ word, will only get you ‘The Ball’.
  • Hush, hush..we like to poo on the basket ball court. ūüėÄ
  • We love to go to Paa’s office and meet people. Though we mostly stick around our dad. Aahna, Sheena, Meghana ji..we love.
  • Have a secret crush on Maya, the next door lab. ‚ô°
  • We love to sit on our brown bean bag and watch TV. Sometimes, mom tries to get in there, but its only mine na!
  • It’s always a group hug for us….mom, dad and me. Woof.





They call her “the blessed one”…I just call her a “mother”.

The kid took a pounce and rubbed itself against the soft coat of its keeper. It curled up hard to feed itself, as it was just too long since it had its last meal. Even this time, no milk ! Not possible to suck  it out of your predator, a carnivore.

It’s a real life story, awesomely covered and recorded by Sabah Douglas – Hamilton and her sister between January 2002 to August 2003. Far in Samburu National Reserve, Northern Kenya, there has been a wonder lioness, surprisingly adopting Oryx calves, again and again! And It has touched me in an amazing way when I saw ¬†the film- “Heart of a Lioness” on Animal Planet.


The documentary has shown how the lioness had adopted an antelope and constantly guarded it from other predators, as she herself has given up her predator being towards the baby! She made sure to stay around the Oryx calf and safeguard it. And what was more surprising? The big cat has starved throughout she was sheltering her adopted offspring ! And the hunger lasted for 17 long days!

Both mother and the kid roamed around the jungle, fighting many hardships. All that kept them together and alive was their affection for each other. For me, it was a sheer mother and a child relationship, though the wildlife experts did not have any explanation for this.

One fine day, when the mother was thirsty and moved to the nearby river, she could not anticipate the unexpected. A hungry male Lion took this chance and snubbed the little one. And the mother lioness was back to quietly see the disaster from a distance. She was too weak to fight the King Lion. Once the male was gone, all she could do was to move through the blood stains made by the kill and smell it closely. Her little baby was killed.

The very next day, the lioness caught a prey and ate her first meal after 17 days.

And that was not an end to it. Later, the lioness made five more adoptions, once at a time.

Many experts tried to reason this extraordinary event, in their own ways. kamunyak-oryxSome thought, may be the lion was keen to have her own offspring and failed¬†through it and was barren, that in turn made her adopt the oryx kid! I’m not sure about the perfect scientifically correct reason behind this phenomenon, but I strongly believe that the lioness learnt to become a mother by keeping and nurturing the kids. She was a true mother to all these six calves. And do we have an explanation to this beautiful bond of a mother and her child?

The lioness was last sighted in February 2004 and couldn’t be seen again,despite of a number of searches. She was named “Kamunyak” which means “The blessed one”. But, I call her “a mother”.

The “love affair” with Life <3

One Life to Live is an American soap opera that ran for 43 years on ABC Network emphasizing on social issues.

NO. My post is not about OLTL, I only plan to write on and about the Title, which I think is just worth.

How many of us love to live our lives or may be, know how to love living one’s own life? ¬†( Do I..???!!!). I have heard many people complaining of having such imperfect lives that they would rather love to die than living! And soon they hear that intuitive voice coming from nowhere that gives them one more reason to live their lives.

Couple of days back, while I was sitting with my dad and listening to some great music, he turned to me and said: ” I feel like adding some extra years to my life when I listen to such soulful songs. I wish to continue listening to them. I wish to live more.” This could be, one of many such reasons that makes my father, love his life. ¬†And I believe, one must have a life with a reason or bountiful of it to love his/her life. It’s about holding on to whatever keeps us warm inside ūüôā

And since, we have only one life to live ( I am not talking about the bookworms here, as they have many lives and roles to play everyday!!), why don’t we just fill it with that “one purpose” or few more to make it a brilliant living. ¬†Find it out for yourself (it is a simple task)… Ask yourself and keep typing the answers on a word file, What are you naturally curious about,what would you like to accomplish before you die, what are the things you really enjoy doing, what would be that One Wish of yours, whose life do you want to be living….? And there you can see your biggest passion, right next, winking at you!

Following one’s passion is a way of chasing bliss. It’s about achieving fulfillment. I know, many of us, while on the course, mostly give up…flaked out by some unnumbered, untold can of worms!

I COULD NOT continue my Tennis Practices, the court being some 2 hours from my home! Or, I would have been a Champion today.
My job sucks. Did engineering for Dad. I could be a Master Chef!
I so wish to help underprivileged children. But…How to start!¬†

So what if there have been too much hardship in procuring that passion, the greatest outbreak of your life..I believe once you see yourself right there, learning the ropes..sitting and having a soul-chat with your greatest love of life, you might just give rest of the world a pass. And I can guarantee you some peaceful sleep ūüôā

Make your life a placid mansion. Fill it up with your greatest passions. Fight hard to achieve them. Embrace failures with grace..stumble once or many a times, but please get up again and craft your life your way…. it’s that special One Life to Live.

Note: I wish not to give up my love for dance. And, I know how to go about it ūüôā
SDIPA Pune…here I come ūüôā

There’s always a Second time!

……and we must make the most out of it.

Life always gives us a second chance. And people with ample luck have third and fourth too!¬†Like we have power ups in Mario ūüôā or an “undo” option in our computers ! We do get a second chance to clear a paper that we flunked, to hit that jackpot, to win over a battle, to repair an aching heart! ¬†So, ideally, it is that second stroke of luck or kismet that helps us fix past errors and start anew.¬†It’s all about trusting that given luck,enough and honor it!

Second chance in altering a failed relationship? Why not?

Possibly, one can effectively¬†recognize his/her mistake related to past relationship(s) and fix it immediately for the next one. ¬†I know, it’s much easier said than done and therefore studies say, second marriages are more at-risk for divorces than first marriages! But, isn’t it all about our “intentions”? What exactly are we looking at when calling for a second?¬†Now, if someone had a hard time,trying to fulfill his particular needs in his first marriage, failed, and thus looked for a second option and intended to only get what he missed, without giving in….it would surely call for a new disaster!

I think, we should play a little more responsible here,than being¬†judgmental. Just like we wish to have it so beautiful, all over again, our new partner,too, desires the same. It indeed is a trying situation for both and we must acknowledge it. ¬†So, adopting an “US” attitude will bring the best out of the “second chance”.

It is never too late to start afresh. All depends on what you really want and know how to achieve it. Marriage, is definitely a Two Way street and therefore it needs a teamwork to make it work.

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Twenty eleven…through my eyes (….nose, ears, mouth….)

P.S : The post was written and stored sometime in 2011…and got published ¬†much later in 2012.

There are few more months before 11′ gets over…so, this particular post, ideally, comes a lot before time. But, what if the blogger wants to wrap it up real fast and look forward to the coming year with a desire to not just “float around”…but RISE! So she writes with the idea of leaving behind the year and does a quick Recap.

My year ,Twenty Eleven has been a mixed bag that enclosed good amount of diversion. In March 2011, my brother was diagnosed with Multiple vessel disease/CAD. We were completely taken aback with the abruptness of the news. It only called for a lot of stress and panic in the family, followed by a CABG act for my brother. He has done a smooth comeback and we all are happy about it.

Soon after this, losing my Grandma in the month of May has been a real climacteric point for me. She was just so special and as she made an exit, she left behind the fondest memories of us, together. Parkinsonism kills. We have seen her fighting the evil for 12 long years with enough grace and gusto. And finally, she has set herself free! Peace for you dear Thamma.

“Don’t you want to get married ?”
“I don’t think so, Maa”.
” And why?”
” I haven’t found the one, yet.”¬†¬†This has been the usual chit chat/quiz between me and my mother that always ended with no relevant answer! But it never stopped my mother from asking me the same question again and again, and me telling her exactly what I told her unceasingly!

Both Summer and Winter Funk 2011 at Shiamak Davar Institute for Performing Arts have put up a great show. Like always, it helped me to draw a blank to all my problems and made me dance away to glory. ¬†Contemporary Dance Form at its best ūüôā

Twenty Eleven was again a year when we had our much awaited family vacation trip to Kashmir. Beautiful place and possibly the best way we all could mellow out!

With all the ebbs and flows, the year 2011 slowly marched in. I was earnestly trying to figure out a way to make some important decisions. Nothing helped. And precisely then, I reached my milestone and got all my answers right. And I trusted it to be my good omen.¬†All’s well that ends Well ūüôā

So, here’s Twenty Eleven, My Way! And I wrap it up with a huge smile and great pleasure.

As I sign off…here’s an untitled poem for my Dearest Grandma to tell her that she is deeply missed…I’m glad that she has reached her resting place to sweet eternity. This one is for you Thamma..

For all the times you gently picked me up,
When I fell down,
For all the times you tied my shoes
And tucked me into bed,
Or needed something
But put me first instead.

For everything we shared,
The dreams, the laughter,
And the tears,
I love you with a Special Love
That deepens every year.


Thank God…it’s a Two Right Feet for me.

It was a bright yellow saree with red and golden border, draped with utmost precision. Some light ornaments- little dazzling pieces on neck, forehead and hands. A pair of radiant eyes, deeply lined with kohl looked at the camera. So, what if the photograph print was some 20 years old and thus a bit misty, it sported a little zealous girl with a perfect pose that made the picture, standout.  That was the 4yr old ME after my very first dance performance on stage.

My love for the Stage advanced from a very early age. I was completely in love with that huge wooden platform, the sharp lights, full-mouthed music and powerful audience. A Dance performance for me was never a one day deal. Round the clock practice sessions, trying to pick up the steps as perfectly as it could be, costume selections, stage rehearsals and the countdown to the final day. I remember, how I used to play a particular track, like thousand times and just danced away.

All I need is some good music to shake a leg and whirl with happiness.¬† It’s amazing, how effortlessly¬†my feet start tapping with any kind of music¬†that I listen to. Music gives me “that” high, the kick- what¬†we call it.

With¬†Shiamak¬†Davar Institute for the Performing Arts, my learning experience reached a new grade. I learned some great dance forms like Western Jazz and Contemporary. And what I just loved there were the techniques with the help of which you have a complete “Soul Dance” for yourself. At SDIPA, we all actually danced like no one was watching! The workshops have indeed changed my life for better.

My biggest inspiration in dance is my mother¬†– my first teacher. I still keep her golden tips¬†in mind while practising the moves and try hard to get those expressions to die for! She has been an outstanding dancer, singer,¬†actor and most impotantly a great human being. Guess, sometimes the genomes do it all…and in my case, I am lucky to have inherited at least, the tremendous love for dancing from my mother.

I believe, each one of us have done a little shimmy, at least once in their lifetime. And I also believe, it’s the best way to release your inhibitions and feel happy. So,if it’s not going right for you and you are feeling kind of jaded…play that number and JUST DANCE it away.

Fleeting relationships

All of us must have witnessed  relationships change, over time.  Why does it happen? Do you have  a pertinent answer on mind?

I feel there are certain stages in every relationship, we share. Some predictable and many unpredictable. Each stage has its own set of rules! ¬†It’s all about how we manage and survive the expectations.

I have seen people constantly telling themselves that their relationship has it ‘right’…and this particular feeling ¬†keeps them going, keeping off from the real being, denying the differences… till the time they meddle with various hard-fought stages.

It’s important to understand that it’s “Us” who change but not the connection. Our priorities change, so does our bias. We take a ride on the emotional cycle. And the cycle guides us to become a completely new person. We, too take part in the modification and choose who, what and how we will be! And then, we often call it a troubled relationship.

The biggest problem arises when the focus changes from “We” to “Me”. ¬†We tend to search for our own identity and get more implicated about who we are and what we want. And the relationship suffers a major drift.

But there are people, overcoming the hard times and preserving the closeness. The simple mantra is to come to terms with the differences and respect the other person’s individuality. And there you are, on to a beautiful bond.

Remember, we all stumble, every one of us.¬† That’s why it’s a comfort to go hand in hand.¬† ~Emily Kimbrough