BACHPAN KI HOLI

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Holi, the festival of colours is not only for colours but it is also the festival of love and happiness. The festival brings joy in every house as well as in everyone’s life. No matter what class the person belongs to or what is the age of the person everyone enjoys the festival fully. The only thing which matters for everyone is food, colour and get together. Among all the festival, I like Holi a little more if compared to other festival because only in Holi the whole large family get together can be done from morning to night. Since childhood, Holi is one of my favourite festival. During my chilhood days, I was the naughty one in the whole family. Every elder had to run behind me. My mother used to hold my hand everytime. As soon as she used to leave my hand for a minute, Rajdhani would develop inside me and I used to start running. Four people would run behind me to catch me so that I don’t fall. I completely used to enjoy this moment. Like all other days I did the same on Holi. I did not like when some one applied colours on me. But I completely loved when I used to apply colours on others. 😉 I was too small to understand thing at that time. I saw everyone applying colours on each other. My father had bought me a water gun and taught me how to use it. I was loving it completely. I was splashing colours and waters in everyone. My mother had prepared delicious gujias, malpuas and many other items. While the colours applying ceremony was going on, I asked my mother to whom should we apply colours.
” To every people we know or we don’t know we can apply colours. It is the festival of colours and sharing love. ” My mother said.
” Bura na maano holi hain.” My neighbour came and applied colour on my mother face.
I understood that we can apply colours to everyone. So I went inside and applied colours on Alisha, Monu, Suzain and all other of them. The funniest part is Alisha Mini and Suzain were my soft toys and dolls. I loved them so much and I thought not to leave them alone in festival. I took them to everyone and told them to apply colours on them too as they are part of family. Everyone loved my innocence and applied colours at that time. Till date,on every Holi my family tease me about this sixteen years old memory.
“Childhood memories are always memorable. “
This was the most funniest, enjoyable Holi of my childhood. Wishing everyone A very happy Holi !

“I’m pledging to  #KhulKeKheloHoli this year by sharing my Holi memories at BlogAdda in association with Parachute Advansed.”

Nidhi

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HOLI : FESTIVAL OF ENJOYMENT

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” We will get caught. ” I said.
” Oh! Please,we won’t. ” My friend Samira said.
” Yeah, Nidhi is right. What if we get caught? ” Manvi spoked.
” Please, this will be last year of our school. ” Samira requested.
” OK Done! We will do the same as we decided. ” I said.
” Inform our whole group. ” Manvi said.
Actually, one random day before holi in our free period we had decided that we will play holi in school. Although knowing that our school is strict and we can be severly punished for playing holi in school.But then when our group decides one thing we do it at any cost. We had planned to play holi on the last day before holi holidays. We went to market and brought different colours. 
We even brought sweets so that we can even convence our teachers. Our group consisted of four boys and three girls. We always shared each and every plan and no body changed it. So as per the plan it was only the students who would play holi. That day we attended all the classes quietly. Even teachers were surprised by our so much attentiveness in the class. Even one teacher doubted us too but we handled it. So it was decided that during our last period we would play holi with whole class. It would be dry holi but an unforgetable one. It is rightly said that when you are doing wrong even your name is called for right thing,you get scared. My friend Manvi, the class monitor was called by the classteacher and was handed over the notice. When she came to class and announced the same we were in the situation that we are dead.
” If any children is caught with colours or playing holi in or nearby school they will be severly punished. The bags can be checked anytime and if even a single pouch of colour will be found it would be very bad for the children.” Manvi read out the notice.
We all were scared. I knew how our principal was and if we would be caught by chance no doubt we will be killed. I was the most favourite child of my computer teacher and I decided that it is the time that we must share this with her. It was difficult to convince the whole group but everyone knew that there was no choice left. I shared everything with my teacher as she was more a friend to me. She did not believe at first that I was the part of such a plan but then I said ” Dil toh baccha hai ji” which made my teacher laugh alot.
” Deposit the colours to me. I will speak to the principal and rest of the teachers. I won’t think you people would get permission. ” My teacher said.
All the excitement inside us was dead. Our bags for checked and nothing was found. It was the last period when we were about to play holi but till then also no message came from our computer teacher. We were packing up our bags when there was announcement from school ground that all the students of class 10th should remain in the school campus. We were now scared but we decided that we will be together. When the whole campus got emptied we went to the ground.
” You people are allowed to play holi with your classmates along with your teachers. But remember no water. ” My principal spoke up.
We were overjoyed and hugged each other in excitement.
We played dry holi. We clicked pictures. We enjoyed a lot and shared sweets. And yes, it was all because of our computer teacher so she became the most colourful personality in the school campus. This became the most memorable holi of my school life or I must say teen life.

“I’m pledging to #KhulKeKheloHoli this year by sharing my Holi memories at BlogAdda in association with Parachute Advansed.”

Nidhi

A LOT CAN HAPPEN OVER COFFEE

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” I am angry on you. ” Shruti texted Abhi.
” I am sorry. ” Abhi replied.
” You know how much I love coffee. And you cancelled going with me. ” Shruti was seriously angry. She was sitting quiet in her room. She was sad.
There was a knock at the door. She opened. She was surprised to see Abhi with two cups of coffee. A wide smile covered Shruti’s face.

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“Taste it.” Abhi winked.
“This one is different. ” Shruti appreciated.
” Its because this one is made by me. ” Abhi said.
Shruti could not believed but then when Abhi pinched her , she shouted and realized she was in reality.
” A LOT CAN HAPPEN OVER COFFEE. “ 😉

Nidhi

MY DREAM SUNDAY

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” SUNDAY “,the most lovable day for all the person whether they are student or office going people or they are housewives. Yes, you heard it right, even for house wives because everyday they have to wake up early to pack lunch and prepare breakfast before other family members wake up. But on Sunday they can sleep peacefully.
Being a Student, I love all holidays, but “Sunday” has a special place because only on that day the whole family is together. A family can spend time together only on Sunday’s. Sunday can only be perfect when everyone enjoy’s the day and till the last minute of the day everyone keep on smiling. On Saturday night, I would invite some of my very close relatives like my Bua’s and Mausi’s with their families.
To be very honest, I haven’t spent one such perfect Sunday with my family. With my friends,I have spent numerous Sunday’s.
My perfect Sunday would be when everyone in the family can wake at whatever time they want but before ten. Inside the heart everyone wishes to sleep a little more but are bounded by duties. After waking up first I would order the breakfast from outside.Ofcourse of everyone’s choice. Till the time everyone gets ready the breakfast would surely arrive. After having breakfast I would make everyone sit and together the whole family would watch a comedy movie. Yeah ! Comedy only because my purpose is to keep the smile on everyone’s face till the day ends. Emotional movie brings tears to eyes.
On Saturday only, I would have bought chips , cold drinks, ice-creams so that none has to go out to market. With chips and cold drink we would enjoy the movie. After the movie, I would order the lunch. Yes, of everyone’s choice. After having delicious lunch,I would love to play some indoor games like Antakshari, Ludo,Carrom etc. After that in evening we would go to nearby park and enjoy the surrounding. We would roam and till seven we would return back to home. As parents don’t like too much junk food, I would tell them to go home and I would join with my cousins after some time. We would enjoy the evening. As being elder even they would need some space, we being teenagers we would need some. From Golgappa competition to any other competition we would do all of them. While returning home,we would get pack the dinner. The evening would be dedicated to gossips and checking each other mobiles .😛
After lunch, I would give everyone a piece of paper and they have to write about one person among present there why they admire them the most.
The person about whom most person would have written would be the King or Queen of the day. With the sweetness of Ice- cream I would end the day.
I know all the mother’s present there would have surely loved it because it would be first time when there would be so many guest but still they do not have to go inside kitchen for cooking.
Cousins would thanks me for the memorable evenings.
All the father’s would thank me for making them realise that how much their wife work whole day and even if she get holiday’s on Sunday she would also be happy.

” A single day well spent with family can make the whole week happy. ”

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

Nidhi

McCAIN : YOU SAVED ME

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If someone ask me about my love in things, I instantly reply them i.e FOOD.
Yes, you heard it right, I love food.
Remember not just food, it should be delicious too. Mark my words, I love Delicious food.I am blessed with the most wonderful cook at my home. She is none other than my mother. Honestly, once you will have food prepared from her hand, your stomach will get full but the desire of having more won’t die.
I had heard about Mac products but as I live in a small city, it is never available in my city. One random day, we got a call from my aunt, that my uncle is ill and we need to rush. My father immediately booked two tickets to Delhi. My mother could not accompany us as we caould not leave grandmother alone. After a two days tiresome journey, we reached to their place. My aunt had prepared lunch for us. I knew she wasn’t a good cook,but when I had lunch I came to know she was the worst cook. I missed my mother. I quietly gulped whole food. We went to the hospital. After meeting my uncle, my father decided to stay there and said he will have dinner in canteen. He told me to take an auto and go home. When I came out of hospital, and after walking for a while, I saw Mc Donalds. I was very happy and I remembered a video my friend sent me long back. I found the video so cute that even after so many year, I did not delete it.

I went inside and as per video I started with McAloo Tikki. Trust me, it was awesome. I was going through the menu and I wished to have McBurger too. I ordered and my tummy got full.
While moving out the waiter told me to have a look at their Mac Store once. I was so much attracted with the taste that after paying the bill, I went there.
I purchased McCain French Fries, McCain Chilli Garlic Potato Bites, McCain Potato Cheese Shotz, McCain Cheese and Jalapeno Nuggets and McCain Smiles. I had a 1000 volt smile on my face.
My tummy was already full so I told my aunt not to prepare dinner for me.
Next morning, I woke up early and told that I would prepare breakfast. I started with McCain Potato Cheese Shotz. Within ten minutes, I presented the breakfast. Everyone praised it. I told my father while incident. The man who always scolded me not to have junk food told me to buy more packets so that we can take them to our home.
The whole three days in Delhi,I relied on Mac products. Every item was delicious. I got saved from worst food of home. From breakfast to dinner I used to eat those snacks. I even went to McDonalds again and ordered to pack two burgers with aloo tikki for having them in train.
This happened three years back, when only we had one smart phone at home and that was with my mother so I could not click pictures.
Thanks to INDIBLOGGER for hosting this contest that I am able to write my experience with McCains products.

This post is a part of http://www.mccainindia.com/

Nidhi

TIME TO REFRESH RELATIONSHIPS

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There was a time when people used to write letters to each other and used to stand in a long queue in front of telephone booths to talk to their loved ones. Now-a -days, smart phones are ruling the market and so are the social networking applications.Even on birthday’s, anniversaries, festivals people just drop a message. No one even think about calling the other person. In today time, people are teaching their parents using smart phones but hardly anyone think that calling them will make them happy. Whether it is a happy or sad moment people just drop a message.
I still remember when I was small and when I used to cry, my best friend would hug me and would let me cry till the time I become normal. When we both used to fight,she would write letter to my mother complaning about my mistakes. I would also do the same.
But these days, when friends fight ego comes first.
One random day, I was sitting alone in my class. My friend had not arrived. I was waiting for my friend. I saw one of my classmate Rashmi sitting in a corner and shedding tears. I found it strange because I saw her friend roaming in the corridor. I went to Rashmi.
I did not wanted to make her feel awkward with stupid questions. I planned to ask her directly the reason.
” Hello.” I said.
” Hi”. She replied.
I could feel the pain in her voice.
” What happened Rashmi ? ” I asked.
” Nothing.” She said.
I knew she would reply this. No one is comfortable while sharing their personal problem with his/her classmate in the first friendly meeting.
” See Rashmi,I know,I am not that much close to you. I know no one would like to share their personal problems with any one. But are I am genuinely asking you about your problem. You will feel relaxed. And may be I can help you. ” I said.
“Sweta is my best friend. I was chatting with my school friends. We were in group chat. I was given a dare to write bad about Sweta.
It was just a dare and funningly I wrote something rubbish. I got busy after that and could not tell Sweta about this. One of our friend was always jealous of Sweta and mine friendnship, she took the screen shot and sent it to Sweta. Sweta believed that screenshot but she did not trust my word. I kept on giving explanations but she did not listened. ” Rashmi could not speak more.
” Since how many years,you both are friends?” I questioned.
” Thirteen years. ” She said.
” You know it has been only half a year I shifted to this city. Kritika and I became good friends. We share every random thing. We trust each other. You relax. I will show you something and asked for her mobile.
I took her mobile and sent a message on my number. Then I replied to her message.
I am going to lab. When Kritika comes show her this message and say her that you keep on being proud of your best friend and see she back bites about you. ” I explained and left.
After half an hour when I returned I saw Kritika smiling and waiting for me. She was acting normal.
When we both were alone.
“You know Rashmi wanted a fight between we two. She was showing me some stupid messages against you.” Kritika said.
I recorded this voice and went to Rashmi and played the voice clip. Kritika was confused.
” See Rashmi, time period doesn’t matter. Trust matters. Real relations is important. Your 13 years old friend did not trust you but see my friend did. They are not your true friends who don’t trust you.” I said and hugged Kritika and told her everything.
There was a smile on Rashmi face too. She hugged us and said I won’t give any explanation to anyone now.
We bid her bye and went to canteen.
While going back home ,I was wondering how do people believe screenshots messages but not people emotions.
We must forget these smart phones and try meeting people and write letters.
Calling is better option than texting.
Meeting is better than video calls.

” Sometimes words doesn’t make you feel better but a hug can make you feel happy. “

#RealTogetherness

This post is a part of : http://www.kissanpur.com/

Nidhi

TAKE DECISIONS WISELY

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We humans commit most of the mistakes in our teens. Have you ever wondered why ? The answer is at that time, even a small things attracts us. We wish to try out new things. Now whether it is night out or having our first drink. A first relationship or dating many peoples. Everything happens in this age itself. Everyone faces a heart break during this time. Some chose the path of suicide and some keep themselves locked in rooms.
At this age, we trust our friends more than our parents.

Like all teenagers, I was also the same. I chose the same tuition in which my friend were studying. My parents wished that I must choose Science Stream. Even I wished the same. I always wanted to become doctor. But when I saw that my classmates who scored more than me in my examination were choosing commerce. This broke my confidence on myself. So,  I chose commerce over science.

It is an old saying,  “A wrong decision changes your life.”

The same happened in my life.  I chose commerce but that happened to be the worst decision of life.  I detained in my final examination. It was lack of interest in the field. Even after working so hard,  the results were not in my favour. I lost all hopes. I was at that point of my life,  when I now can’t even choose Science. I did not have interest in commerce earlier so I had no plans for choosing commerce again. So with heavy heart,  my parents suggested me to choose Humanities. I chose that stream. I started taking my studies seriously and with deep interest.

  This time the decision was right,  I worked hard and stood first in my class.  My parents were proud of me. I was happy. But I realized a fact when I was detained I had very few friends by my side. But I had my parents with me even in my bad times.

There happened many incidents in my life when I took some wrong decisions of my life because I was not sure about mine.  I chose those decisions because majority people were with that decision. May be,  I was not matured enough till that time. I discussed about this with many of my friends. One random day, when I upset about my past.

My one of my close friend explained me:
” Do what your heart says, don’t rush where the crowd goes. Choose what your heart is saying even if you are left alone. “

This acted as a #SachchiAdvice to my life. From that I followed that advice and my life became simple.

I am participating in the #SachchiAdvice Contest by MaxLife in Association with BlogAdda

Nidhi