Everyday Heroes!

Injection, Nurse, Hospital, Syringe, Medical Technology

Delighted to share that my tribute to our Doctors, Nurses and all the healthcare workers who have tirelessly worked during the pandemic, has been published in the Indian Periodical.

You can read the poem here.


Happy Women’s Day!



Today’s woman is

Affectionate and ambitious

 Bold and beautiful

Considerate and compassionate

Dynamic and diligent

Empathetic and exuberant

Frank and fearless

Generous and gregarious

Happy and hard working

Ingenious and independent

Jovial and judicious

Kind and knowledgeable

Loving and learned

Motherly and mirthful

Natural and nonchalant

Open minded and outgoing

Passionate and pragmatic

Quick witted and quirky

Romantic and respectful

Smart and successful

Talented and tough

Understanding and unconventional

Virtuous and vulnerable too

Warm and witty with an

X factor

and forever

Young  🙂

Cheers to womanhood and a very happy women’s day to all you beautiful women ❤ !


Life lessons from Mom

Today on my mother’s birthday, would love to dedicate this post to her. Happy birthday Mom ❤ !


In the summer of 1970, wedding bells rang in the sacred temple town of Tirupathi. The bride a tall, slim, beautiful, demure young girl and the groom a dashing smart and handsome officer in the Indian Airforce. A perfect couple, made for each other.

After the fanfare and all the wedding ceremonies were over, the bride who came from a small place called Udupi in the south kanara district of Karnataka was to accompany her husband all the way to her new home in New Delhi. After bidding farewell to her family she set out with her newlywed husband carrying a kaleidoscope of emotions within her.

This young and beautiful couple my dear friends are my parents.

After helping my mom settle down in the new place my dad resumed duty. Soon they were invited to a very formal dinner party. My mom who hailed from a small town never had an exposure to any formal event. But being the person she is, she agreed to accompany my dad for the same. The dinner was a five course meal served by an array of waiters. An assortment of cutlery was set on the table with so many different sizes of spoons and fork, each to be used for a specific course. She sailed through the entire evening with élan, with many officers complimenting my dad to have found such a beautiful bride. On their return my dad questioned her if she was used to eating with a knife and fork? To which she replied that it was the first time she was using it. She simply observed how the others used it and followed them! Simple, isn’t it?

The best way to learn something is by doing it.

My mother had a lot of free time at her disposal. Not knowing what to do she decided to join some class.  My father did not consent to that as she did not know Hindi. Arguing that she would never learn the language if she did not step out, she slowly ventured out to neighbours houses in the locality. Gradually she made friends and learnt not only to speak fluent Hindi but also knitting, baking and north Indian style of cooking.

Courage is not the absence of fear, but overcoming it.

Being in the Airforce, my dad had to go for flying sometimes for days together. Once he left saying he would be gone for 3 days but came back after 28 days!!! I wonder how my mother spent those agonising days with no news about his return. Our house was at the far end of the Airforce quarters beyond which was a huge empty playground.  It had glass door with no grills. Chilli powder and kitchen knife were her companions during dads absence. Remember there were no mobiles or phones at home then!!

Do everything to the best of your ability.

Frequent postings are a part and parcel of an Airforce Officer’s life. Unlike today they did not have the luxury of availing the services of packers and movers. Mom with her magical hands did all the packing for every single posting, and not once did a single glass break during the innumerable transits.

Believe in yourself.

Owing to dad’s frequent postings, he decided to admit us to Central School ( Kendriya Vidyalaya). They were very particular about a certain number of transfers before obliging with the admission to the officer’s wards. At one such time we were denied admission for the same reason. Again it was mom who went to the Principal and argued out with him and ensured that we were admitted.

Keep calm and trust GOD.

She was a strict disciplinarian but also showered us with lots of love. She managed the house very beautifully during dad’s absence and lent him all the support during challenging times!  During our summer vacations she would play with us like a kid. She helped us with the lessons, Math being her favourite subject! An excellent cook, she managed the house on a stringent budget without allowing us to feel the pinch. She always taught us not to get worried about situations beyond our control and to leave your problems at “HIS” feet and he would take care of it.

Life is about creating yourself.

Today she is 70+ . Even then there is that twinkle and spark in her eyes. My salutations and regards to you dear Mom. Thank you for being there for us ALWAYS!! Love you Mom!!

A tribute to Teachers!

A guide, a guru, a teacher, a mentor, an educator call them by any name they mean the same.

In India, teacher’s day is celebrated on  5 September every year to commemorate the birth of Dr. S. Radhakrishnan.

There is no denying in the fact that the teacher’s have played a very important role in moulding our personality and shaping us in who we are today.  A child is like wet clay, waiting to be sculpted into a beautiful piece of art. The teachers carry a huge responsibility of shaping the young minds!

On Teacher’s day, I look back in gratitude to all the people who have influenced me to be the person who I am today.  Parents, siblings, teachers, friends, husband, children, strangers, experiences and above all our greatest teacher “Life”!

A teacher,

ignites the young mind

nurtures the sprouts to take strong roots

clears the weeds of ignorance

helps the bud blossom into a flower!


A teacher,

Is a beacon of light guiding

like a candle who burns selflessly

to light a thousand new ones

enlightening the eager minds!


A teacher,

encourages her pupil

to flap their wings and soar high

instils confidence in them to

 tread on uncharted paths!


Salutations to all the teachers who

with their words of wisdom

can influence and impact

a student, beyond eternity!


Pic courtesy: The above posters have been designed by my daughter!

गुलज़ार – Gulzar


Sampooran Singh Karla popularly known by his pen name Gulzar, is an Indian poet, lyricist and film director. His style marks sensitivity that is reflected through his writing and films.  The coming together of  Late R.D.Burman (music director ) and Gulzar created musical magic . Their songs are evergreen even after 4 decades. His writing continues to weave a magical spell on his readers till date.

I present my maiden attempt at Hindi poetry, as a tribute to this great legend on his 82nd  birthday…..18 Aug !!


तेरे कलम की सिहाई से जो हुआ रूबरू

उसे जाम या मैखाने की क्या ज़रुरत ,वह तो बिन पिए ही मदहोश हो गया


ओस के बूँदों की तूने जो मोती पिरोई, माथे की बिंदिया, हाथों का कंगन

लबोह की लाली , आंखों का काजल, तेरे लव्जों ने क्या खूब किया औरत का श्रृंगार


वादी में शहनाई गूंजे या बिरह की रात की तड़प, सेहर का सूरज हो या रात की चांदनी

कई चित्रों में गहरे रंग भरे, तेरे गीतो के बोल ने


माशूका के बाहों में बीते हुए वो लम्हों के साथ

हम डूब गए तेरे अल्फाज़ के नशे में


दिल की तन्हाइयो में जाने कहा खो गया, एक अकेला और तनहा इस भरी महफ़िल में

बस एक तेरे कलम की जादू थी, जो मेरा हमसफ़र बन गया


तुझे सजदा पेश किया है हमारी ज़िन्दगी,

गुले गुलज़ार के गुलदस्ते से सजाने के लिए


The one who stumbled upon your writing

needs no wine to get a high,

reading your verses leaves him intoxicated.


Like the garland of dewdrops,

the vermillion on the forehead,

bangle laden hands, glossy lips, kohl darkened eyes,

your words have added glory to a woman’s beauty.


The lyrics of your many songs have painted

a beautiful picture depicting many scenes….

A plaintive clarinet, the tremblings of a lonely heart,

the rising sun and the moon lit night.


The magical nectar of your words

reminds one of the moments

spent in the arms of the beloved.


In the depths of the loneliness,

a lone soul among the throng of people,

I find a companion in the magic

you weave with your words.


An ode to you for presenting us

a bouquet of blossoming flowers

and brightening our lives.


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