The "Perfect" mismatch.

Four years ago after watching my cousin's wedding video,I took a decision that it was a high time to join the gym. Since childhood I have been trying to loose weight or to be skinny. I prayed a lot to the Supreme soul but my prayer was never answered by him rather he said- "I am sorry!" Jokes apart I finally joined the gym.
Day one: A lot of women were trying to get  rid of their excess body fat caused by junk food ,high carb diet, busy and indisciplined lifestyle. It was confusing to me. What to do and what not. Suddenly our trainer shouted-"Get ready for aerobics".

Then the door was opened and she entered. She was the one overthere who had a perfect toned body. She was wearing a pink t-shirt and a hot pant. She seemed to be snobbish and had a great attitude. It seemed like she was -"Poo from the movie Kabhi Khushi Kabhi gum". The aerobics class was started and after 3-4steps, I was about to die but she was unstoppable and it was quite  apparent that she was one of the fittest members of the gym. I was feeling really ashamed of myself that couldn't complete all the steps of aerobics. On the next day I couldn't able to get up due to bodyache.
Within a very few days I made friendship with the other women over there except her. She didn't used to talk much with anyone. I thought that she had some kinda attitude problem. It was our "Judgemental nature" and we can't help it. She used to dance with the music of "Race2"- "Mujhe to Teri latt laggayi". She was an amazing dancer and a gym freak.

After couple of years I took a drastic step to get rid of my pain. I had been through a tough time when I lost my way. I injured myself badly. Everyone at the gym was worried and confused. I saw her
 in the corner where she was standing quitely.She was extremely upset and for the first time she uttered - "Why have you done this?" That day I realised that she didn't have any attitude problem,she was an introvert. From that day we started talking to each other. I can't say that we became best friends.

She was the showstopper of gym function when she made a tattoo on her fully toned ab. She was the centre of attraction of all the programs.

Before my wedding I planned for a dance party. Noone was enthusiastic enough to perform on the stage. Everyone surrendered. Then I asked her whether she was interested to perform or not.She was so enthusiastic that she immediately came to my house and started practising. She made my special day,the wedding eve more special.

From that day the journey of trust and friendship started. She was the partner of my each and every madness. She made my every special occasion, more special. There was a huge age gap between us.Our dreams were different,our life , choices, passion,talent , problems of life as well as the secrets though we are best friends. There were many reasons for that,- We don't ask too many personal questions to each other; We don't judge each other; We support, care and most of all we trust each other.
She was the one from whom I have learned that -"I am the best and nobody is better than me". Whenever I loose my confidence,I always remember the lines. She is a strong and brave girl who struggles and survives like a worrier under all the circumstances.

Friendship doesn't require people with same wavelengths or age or choices etc.

Friendship is something which is different than any other relationship in the world.
We are a complete mismatch- A perfect mismatch.

The story of a "Mother-teacher".

Year 2013 unexpectedly I got another sudstitution class along with my regular classes.The child came to that class-LKG C. He was special.His disabilities were the reason of his hyperactive behaviour and anger.Everyday the other children of the class and their parents used to come with several complaints against him."He has hurt my child"... "He has bitten me" and many more. He was wild,helpless,short tempered & confused. He never bothered about the others. Every child was learning in the class. He didn't bother. I remember how he used to escape from the class and play hide and seek with me. The untamed child became a friend of mine. Then a new teacher came and I handed over the substitution class to her.The friendship remained the same. The life of a mother- teacher is quite challenging. You can't get rid of your worries. Every time I heard about him,-"He can't"... "He is not normal"... "He is good for nothing"..."He is mad"... In 2015 he came back again to me in class 1. He started writing. His handwriting was bad. His work was untidy. He could copy but couldn't write sentences or even words. He went to the next class but the same feedback I got from all the teachers."He can't" ... "He is crazy".."He doesn't listen or even takes out his books and copies"... People used to mock at him as if he is not a human being or some alien. Everyone gave the verdict- He needs a special school. He was in class 2 and I  was so busy with the children of my class that couldn't notice that every day he used peep into my class to see me.
His mother took a tough decision to bring him back to class1 once again. She had faith in me but I wasn't confident enough to assure his improvement.May be like everyone I also misunderstood him. In 2017 he came back to my class again. I discovered his real problem of not following the classroomrules. It was his lack of confidence. He became calm , extremely quite and passive. From 2013 to 2017- His behaviour was changed drastically. I was adamant this time to prove him as normal as the other children of the school. I started work on him. He started writing words and sentences without my help. After each and every instruction,he used to come to me and say- "I can't" but I said-"you can"... And his journey started.

He started working by himself,he perticipated in several cultural programs of the school and at the end of the session, he got his report card. From D grade to B1 in English and Mathematics.A2 in EVS.
I used to scold him like a mother. Sometimes by mistake he used to call me- "Mumma". He told me- "I want to be a scientist". Yes you can. I will be waiting for the day.
All the very best to you.

The life of a "Mother-teacher" is not easy. She doesn't get a trophy for her achievement. Her achievement is in the improvement of her children.

It is so simple to call someone"Good for nothing"but ask a simple question to youself- "Why he is 'Good for nothing'?"Give a try. You will only feel the satisfaction to see the improvement of that "Good for nothing"children or I should call-"The need support" children. 

The way you make me feel..

"I wonder how would be my life without you.... 

Who would make me feel special the way you to...

The beautiful journey will never end.
Be with me till my last breath...."

Saptarshi Ghosh is someone who helped me a lot to break so many stereotypes of the society. Such as -There is a fixed age for marriage; The groom should be older than the bride;Age gap creates a lot of problems in married life; Distance relationship ruins everything;You loose trust in your partner,it creates misunderstanding etc. Before he came to my life,I used to hear a lot of things like -"You are crossing the age for marriage","When you'll have kids?"etc etc.These are all very common questions to ask to an "Unmarried" woman in her 30s'. It is a crime to be unmarried in that age. Trust me, I never planned my life like that way.  I never wanted to be in any boundary. He changed my view. He came to my life when I needed him the most. We suffered a lot since the time we met though we are standing strong. I never feel encaged with him in fact he inspires me to dream. He is my best friend for life with whom I can fight, share,cry ,laugh,have fun. I feel confident with him. Despite of so many hurdles I love his presence in my life.

Together forever....

Let's celebrate Women's day with a broad mind.

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The ladies of society,people of the society,

A humble request to you....

Please let us live...

Please let us breath.

Dear ladies,

Womens' day just around the corner. After few days there will be so many posts related to women and womanhood etc...My post is not to hurt anyone or may be am wrong but whatever I feel is, most of the time in everyday life, am attacked by the women only... Such as- teasing, hating, mocking, discouraging, blaming, backstabbing, over curiosity etc...Why always blaming men?Even I feel comfortable discussing my problems with my dad and husband only... Am not telling that men are flawless but "Dear women" please be affectionate towards the other women in their crisis.. If a woman s not supporting another woman then how you can expect that this country will be safe for us?

Neighbourhood aunties, our female in laws and relatives are more dangerous than the uncles for sure. Our female friends are too much over curious about our personal life or the disasters of our life.

My dear mothers do not let your daughters to quit schools or colleges;

Please do not support the early marriage of your daughter as because she has become a burden to you.

Dear ladies please do not say - "Her clothes are inviting attention.She is a slut.." when guys tease a girl wearing short skirts or crop top. Shout out loud at that time.

Dear ladies let women work outside peacefully.

Dear ladies please do not blame the woman only for her divorce. May be she is guilty but before knowing the real story please do not blame or judge anybody.Either the man or the woman. It is their personal life.

Dear ladies, a woman's life style can be different than yours. May be she doesn't want a typical life style.May be she doesn't wanna marry or have kids. It doesn't make the person an "Alien"...

Dear ladies, if somebody is in a distance relationship, please do not ask her questions like-"What about your sex life?" May be that is soooooooooooo personal to ask....

Dear ladies stop hating a widow. Stop calling her unlucky. Mr. Ishwar Chandra Vidyasagar in 20th century proved this wrong and we are living in 21st century. Her husband is dead but can you feel that she is dying everyday and every moment?

Dear ladies stop hating a lady who is unable to be a mother. Stop calling her in different nasty names.

Dear ladies, stop envying the woman who is more fashionable than you as well as stop calling someone a "Bahenji" who wears non branded Indian clothes.

Dear ladies stop blaming a rape or acid attack victim for the consequence. Do not stop the victim to report to the police station.Support her in each and every single step.

Please be a little bit sensible. Please be a little bit affectionate.

Wishing you a very happy Womens' Day.

Yours faithfully

Another woman

1. (Content courtesy: Munmun Talukdar.

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