#MondayMusings & #TT Three Little Pigs

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The title might sound a little absurd, but today morning an incident happened, and somehow I am proud of my baby brother.

So, I dropped my little brother at his work place on a rainy monday morning. I see his friends drinking tea in the nearby tea-stall waving to my brother.
There is this big gutter that goes near his work place.

While I was starting my car, I see my brother rolling is pants and his sleeve up and jumping into the gutter. I panicked. It was a dirty deep gutter. Then I saw two of his friends jumping in too. A crowd started to form there. I ran towards them, and what I see gave me an "Aww" and a "proud sister" feeling.
My brother and his friends, jumped in to rescue 3 baby piglets from the gutter.

The little pigs would have drowned and died.

My baby brother, saved them, inspite of being late for work, inspite of wearing well-pressed work formals, he jumped in for the sake of those animals.

I am proud of him

This post is a part of #Monday Musings by Write Tribe and Theme Thursday - Rain

Mag 280: Masked

Her eyes could speak a thousand words

Those eyes that could make any man fall in love

Her eyes now masks how the heart feels

Someday day someone would walk by

And mend her broken heart

Someday someone, would break that mask apart 

This post is written for Magpie Tales, Mag 280

FF: My First Snow

I am from that part of the planet, where snow is not rare, its impossible. The minimum temperature that I have ever seen in my life is 12 degrees Celsius, that is about 53.6 Fahrenheit.

I have seen very hot summers, city stopping rains, a very rare once in 10 years 2 minute hailstones, but snow never.

So, I went to Switzerland for a project a few years back, and was in a meeting inside the meeting room. Inside you really don't see or feel the snow. 

The moment I stepped out of the building, it was all white. 2 feet heap of snow. 

Trust me! I couldn't contain my excitement. I went ballistic. 

I ran out on the snow like a happy 5 year old, with my office shoes.

I did not realize that snow makes the road slippery. 

And

Bamm! I went sliding like a toppling bowling pin.

And to top it all, my Swiss colleague gave me that "Like seriously? Its just snow" look

I know its just snow for him, but it was THE Snow for me. 

My First Snowy Day makes me smile whenever I think about it.

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers by Rochelle Wisoff Fields, 24th July 2015 . This post isn't 100 words. But I couldn't stop myself from writing

APED: Stranger on the Street

A stranger on the street

Very simple and sweet

A flute on his lip

And a flask on his hip

That soothing sound

That wakes up even a wilting leaf lying around

So powerful, that sound

Like a raging fire, that sees so bound

His eyes so innocent, that spread divine light

Like a child’s delight

That stranger on the street, I wonder, What is he really like

This post is written for A Prompt Each Day, Prompt 52

#MondayMusings: New Employee

Sometimes I enter a room full of new people.

I wonder to myself, 

Am I wearing the right clothes?

Will I fit in?

Why is everyone looking at me, like that?

Will I be accepted?

Then, someone walks up to me, and I get introduced as “The New Employee” who is replacing “The Very Old Employee”

I can see, I am being judged, I can feel their eyes on m back. I can see my every move being scrutinized.

I wanted to make friends, I wanted to be liked in this new place. I made efforts. I did what they wanted me to do. I hoped someday, I would be a part of their clan.

After a while I realized, when I was going out of my way to please others, I was losing my self-worth.

I stopped, I looked at myself and said “I am the best, why do I need to be accepted by anyone else. They like me or not doesn’t matter anymore. I love myself. I have accepted my flaws”

They love me, They hate me, They ridicule me, They reject me.

In the end of the day, I know that I would never be good enough for someone around. But, then it is their problem.

I shall be ME 

- I am the Old New Employee

Today I’m joining the #1000Speak a monthly linkup on the 20th of every month, which invites bloggers to blog about compassion/empathy, etc. This month’s link up is on the topic of Acceptance.

It is time for #MondayMusings and all you have to do is:

• Write a post sharing your thoughts on a subject of your choice. Make it as personal as possible.
• Use the hashtag #MondayMusings and link to Write Tribe.
• Add your link to the linky which you will find either here or on Write Tribe or on the post of a co-host.
• Use our #MondayMusings badge to help other bloggers join in too.

Mag 278: Walk Along

Everyone in life learns to not  count on others for your happiness.

Everyone learns it the hard way after being back stabbed by own people

Being good doesn't always mean, other will be good to you too

Look at yourself sometime, deep inside

You have been hurt, scarred, bruised, fallen, betrayed  but you still stand strong

You are here alive, for a purpose

A purpose, The Lord has set for you

You are the Lord's baby, You are his Princess with a shiny crown

If ever you fall again, just straighten your crown and walk strong

This post is written for Magpie Tales, Mag 278

APED: Train of Life

Sitting huddled near the window of an almost empty First Class Ladies compartment in the Mumbai Local, clad in a red kurta and jeans, with clunky junk jewelry adorning her ears and neck, colorful bangles on her wrist sounding like distant bells with a big tote bag on her right, an open book on her lap and legs kept crossed on the empty seat in front of her.

It made a perfect picture of serenity looking at her, wisps of loose hair, adorning her face made her look like a little grown up pixie.

Looking outside the window, she saw the full round moon following he, cutting through the clouds, it looked as if the moon was was protecting her like silent protective lover, calm, quiet and bright. Just like her mind, which had a million emotions piling up at this very moment.

The rhythmic "khadak khadak" of the train was like a lullaby to her tired body. Moving on slowly from station to station, sometimes the platforms on the left, sometimes the right.
Many people getting in the train and getting off it.

Just like life, every train is a person and the tracks are life
Everyone has a destination to reach,
Some reach there fast, some reach there slow
Many trains have gone through the way that you are going on, many train will in future come by the same way
On the way many people, get in and get off at different stations of life
The stops of your life, like the station are sometimes on the right, sometimes left and sometimes both the ways
The other trains are like the people who pass by us.
Strangers become friends, friends become strangers
Some people get pushed, some get a permanent place
Some smiles, some anger, some hate, some love
Some trains have made a mark somewhere, some are just another everyday trains

Trains breakdown too...people hurls stones at it when angry...they garland it when happy...just like abuses hurled on a person

Like Life...The trains moves on.......

This post is written for A Prompt Each Day, Prompt 40
This post was written in 2014, I could think that this is apt for this prompt

FSF: Thief

He started from nothing, A selfish man,  A thief in a disguise.

He wanted everything a man could possess, He was ambitious, A thief in disguise.

Along the way, he gathered gold, Along the way, he hurt, killed and stole, For, he was the thief in disguise.

And came that day when, destiny struck its Golden sword, Without no friends, was lying his bloodied body so sore, All the riches, gone and washed away, No one to console, when alone he lay. That day he, loneliness made him realize, He was nothing.

 It was Time always,who is a thief in disguise

This post is written for Lillie Mcferrin - FSF: Thief

Mag 277: Water Girl

Bathers, 1950 by George Tooker

Those long legs

That smooth skin

My eyes follow her all along

In the waters, she leaps

The sun streaming on her golden skin

She comes out, with dripping water on her sculpted self

Oh this girl! she are like a loaded pistol, on my head

She are perfectly innocent, but I can't stop thinking about how she can blow my mind

This post is written for Magpie Tales, Mag 277

APED: Innocent

She has innocent eyes

An angel face

A delicate walk

The way her hips sway, might make any man fall for her way

The personality of a charmer, and instict of a killer

She looks with those big baby eyes and gives a grin, 

Those innocent eyes have more dark secrets than one can imagine

This post is written for A Prompt Each Day, Prompt 36

3-Day Quote Challenge: Day 3: Tribute to Mariyln Monroe

One woman whose looks, whose quotes really amaze me is Mariyln Monroe. She is the fantasy of every man who has lived on this planet.

She was witty, sexy, sarcastic, true and absolutely blunt on what she said, and about how she felt.

Like the above quote,

Life is never a bed of roses, there is always something that might not go the way you like.
There might be people better than you
there might be people, who have or get what you always wanted
There might be times, when you might hate yourself
 But, smile, keep your head high even if you feel like crying, life is beautiful. There are many things in the past, in the present and in the future to smile about, think of all those lovely moments and smile.

XOXO MM, You are one awesome woman

Versatile Blogger Award

Usha Menon. Thank you

Who doesn't like awards?
Who doesn't like to be known by the work they do? especially, the work that they are passionate about.

I am like totally passionate about my blogs,I do write crap many times, but hey that's why i am the Drama Queen.

Thank you, Thank you, Thank you Usha Menon. You are a darling. I have been reading your blog for about a month now.
Lovely lady, who loves her family especially her grandchildren. God Bless her and them.

Ok, now people who do not know what "Versatile Blogger Award" is here is the gist,
Its an award given in recognition for great commitment, diverse talents and generosity shown by a blogger. Its is a great motivation and celebration of their work in the Blogger's world "Blogosphere"

Whoop! Whoop! *drumrolls*

The Rules, if you get an award is
1. Display it on your blog - *Whistles*

2. Thank the person who nominated you. - Thank you, Usha Menon

3. Share 7 Facts about yourself
a. I am an Aquarian
b. I  love to get my pictures clicked, but I am not that fond of selfies
c. I love to eat junk food, and try out new restaurnats in any city
d. I love all my blogs 
e. I love shopping online & I have never regretted my buys
f. I hate those "feeling loved with" "feeling shitty with" things on Facebook

4. Nominate upto 15 bloggers. Link them in your blog & let them know
Rashmi Kartik
Bekkie
Helena
Gemma
Keith
Rosey
Butterfly Kisses
Dimsribbles
Candy
Vinay
Real Toads
Yolanda
Sreeja

3 Day Quote Challenge: Day 2 - Love

I always wanted to fall in love, and get married.

i am a total Mills & Boon fan. I have grown up reading tall, dark, handsome, rich men saving the damsel in distress and falling head over heels in love with her and sweeping her off her feet.

When the idea of me marrying someone came up, I was 22. My idea of a perfect husband was, drop-dead gorgeous man, with a lovely mane to die for, charming eyes, broad shoulders.
At that age, I was dumb, for me the family, guy's education, his nature didn't matter.

Then I grew up.

I realized, life is not about looks, there is much more to a relationship.

There are fights, bad long loud arguments
There is patching up.
There are lame inside jokes, even lamer names for each other.
There are those never -ending talks
there is sharing pizza's last piece, or keeping the best piece for them
There is encouraging each other to pursue their own interests

In the end, looks were the least important in the list, what topped was communication skills, a man who can make me laugh, is the man I fell in love with

Thank you PWD for nominating me

I nominate Sameen, Mridula & Neha for this challenge

This is what the 3-Day Quote Challenge is all about.

1. Post one of your favorite quotes (different quote on each day) on three consecutive days. The quote can be from your favorite book, author, or your own.
2. Nominate 3 bloggers to challenge them.
3. Thank the blogger, who nominated you.

3 day quote challenge: Day 1 - Sarcasm

This post is written for the 3-Day Quote Challenge, and This is my Day 1

I have always been the person who loves to read funny quotes, keeps me smiling all day.

And, i am known for my sarcasm, and i am married to a man who is 10 times more sarcastic than I am.

The biggest urn off, is a person who is dumb enough to not understand my sarcasm, its like a total waste of energy.

How has this quote inspired me?
Well, its made me popular and witty

SO, yeah

I am allergic to stupidity, and break-out into sarcasm.

Adios

Thank you PWD for nominating me

I nominate Sameen, Mridula & Neha for this challenge

This is what the 3-Day Quote Challenge is all about.

1. Post one of your favorite quotes (different quote on each day) on three consecutive days. The quote can be from your favorite book, author, or your own.
2. Nominate 3 bloggers to challenge them.
3. Thank the blogger, who nominated you.

APED: I am Sorry

It is that hour of the day, when the church bells ring

The sun burns the tar road, where children play

In this crowd, I search one face

There she is, trying to learn and cope with her white cane

Its been two years, to that incident

All I want to do is hold her small soft hands, and say sorry

But, what I do is stand here, looking at her from far

For I am a coward to admit, that I robbed the eyes of the woman I last kissed Goodbye

This post is written for A Prompt Each Day, Prompt 31