celebrations then and now

When I was younger I used to look forward to the coming of festivals as we used to have a great time celebrating them. Festivals usually meant new clothes for me, a variety of sweets and practically anything that I wanted. It was also the time when I used to be well dressed and well behaved to be in the good books of my parents.
 I waited in anticipation and excitement for any forthcoming festival be it Holi or Diwali, Eid or Christmas or Guru Purab (Indian festivals). We needed no excuse to celebrate these festivals. Our childlike innocence helped us celebrate them and enjoy each festival a lot. Stepping into adulthood brings with it responsibilities and liabilities. This baggage weighs heavy upon our shoulders and somehow that carefree attitude of celebration goes missing. However it seems that seeking happiness and celebrating life is intrinsic to human nature. So when I diet and avoid all those oily pakodas, say no to the jalebis, imartis and gulab jamuns (all the indian sweets that I love) and then after a few months of this rigorous and torturous diet for the results make me celebrate as when I look at my self in the mirror and find my love handles reduced or gone that’s reason for me to celebrate. When I can fit into that old pair of jeans that I used to wear in my college days is a double reason for celebration and it certainly calls for a party.
This celebration usually begins by treating my self to a double scoop Sunday with some extra chocolate or strawberry syrup. However the joy of this celebration spills over and causes me to call my friends to celebrate my successfully following of a diet plan. When I see those envious looks on their faces looking at my curvaceous body it makes my going through the pain of undergoing a diet seem very worthwhile so much so that I do not even mind paying the bill for all the food and drinks that they order.
There have been numerous reasons to celebrate from the moments when everyone appreciates my new dresses or the piece of jewelry that I would  have purchased or borrowed just for the party. It used to make me feel that the money had been well spent. Recently I have discovered the art of mixing and matching my dresses and hairstyles to create new looks and appearances for every party. This way I can keep reinventing my looks without having to spend a lot of money and when I get compliments for my looks I feel like celebrating as my efforts have paid off and give me a reason to celebrate for being so creative.


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renewal of love bonds with my dil ki deal

I got married a few years ago. I had met my husband at a party that was held by one of our common friends. We lived in different cities and it was just providence that had brought us together. The man who was destined to be husband had been sent by his office to collect some important data for a special project in my city. It was just a casual meeting at the party and there were no sparks between us and there was no love at first sight. We parted after the party was over and got busy with our hectic lives. After 10-15 days he happened to come again to our city for work relating to his project. I was surprised to receive his phone call as I had not thought that we would meet again. We had not even exchanged our phone numbers. He told me that he had taken my mobile number from our common friend. We met over coffee and exchanged our views on our career, the weather and nearly every thing under the sun. He discussed his past, and planned his future with me. He told me how he had lost his father when he was only 10 years of age. He did odd jobs to support his education and his family. He did not have a normal childhood like other kids. He never went on vacations as he had no funds. He had a life full of struggles and hardships. He just worked and worked and had no fun in his life. He shared his inner most feelings with me which he had never shared with anyone before in his life. This became a regular feature with us. Our small talks got into lengthy chats. We shared jokes and celebrated festivals together. At last the day came when he proposed to me. It was on a New Year's Eve. It was the most precious and magical moment for me. We had problems in getting married as he belonged to a different caste. My parents objected to our alliance. Moreover he was not a wealthy person nor had sound finances. But somehow I convinced my parents and after a lot of struggle and strife we got married. My husband had always faced struggles since his childhood. He again started working hard spending more time in his professional field to provide me a comfortable life. I promised myself that I would make my husband happy and fill his life with joy. On the New Year’s Eve the same day when he had proposed to me and poured out his heart to me I planned our second wedding in Goa, a reminder and renewal of our marriage vows. It was an escape from the hectic life where we would be together for a celebration of a new beginning. Goa is my husbands dream destination. Goa was the magic city where we fell in love again. I swept him off his feet by proposing to him, declaring my love for him. I had planned a beach wedding like the one we used to discuss before marriage. A beautiful beach, the music of the violins in the background, good food, mesmerizing decoration and eternal love for each other. It was perfect a gift of a lifetime. There was a special glow on his face I think it was love. It was the best moment of our lives. My surprise had made him the happiest person in the world.


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I found my sister with my dil ki deal

I belonged to an affluent family. I was the only girl in the family and so I was a most pampered child. I was always showered with gifts by my parents and even my relatives. Every visitor to our home came loaded with gifts for me. They brought either clothes or books for me. Each and every occasion was a gift day for me. I still remember that when my brother passed out of school he brought for me a box of my favorite Gulab Jamuns On his birthdays too my mother brought a new dress for me. My brother not only asked me to open the beautifully wrapped gifts but also shared them with me.
I went to a school which was ranked as one of the top most schools of the city. The students were a mixed lot. Mostly they came from rich well to do families but there was an exception too. One of the girls, a new admission had recently joined our school as her father had been transferred to this city. She was a very simple girl without any airs about her. She belonged to a middle class family with limited financial resources. Normally our school was very selective in admitting students, but this girl was an exceptionally bright student and she was selected on the basis of her merit. She was not only very intelligent but also very hard working. Still the girls of our class often made fun of her and looked upon her with disdain. She was outwardly not at all perturbed by their behavior but I could often see a hint of sadness in her eyes when the students talked to her in a rude tone and above all made fun of her by mimicking her. I did not like their behavior but kept quiet. Soon we became friends as we were seated next to each other.
My birthday was drawing near and I had invited all my classmates to my birthday party.
My new friend expressed her inability to attend the party at which my classmates passed comments that maybe she did not have nice clothes to wear for the party.
After my repeated requests she agreed to come but only for a short while.
My mother had brought two beautiful dresses for me to wear. I wore one of them and kept the other aside. It was time for the party to start when my new friend arrived. She gave me her gift and hurriedly said goodbye. I looked at her closely and saw tears in her eyes. With one hand she was clutching at her dress trying to hide something. Gently I removed her hand and saw that her new dress had a big tear on the side. I took her to my room and took out the second dress my mom had brought for me. I hugged her and asked her to wear it saying that it was a gift for her from me her sister. Seeing my love she changed into the new dress. Happiness had her completely transformed. It was a moment which we cherish till today.
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Do anything but blogging #IamWashiqur

"I blog because I am" I seriously live by the mantra. For me its a matter of personal choice. Earlier I used to write a diary and now some of its content finds its way to my blog pages. Its personal and I do not bother much about what others say or feel. However a day after the Bangladesh unfortunate incident when a secular blogger was hacked to death my grandmother came to me with the newspaper and said "you also do this blogging Na.." Stop doing it or your life would be in danger. I was startled by her statement.
Like everyone else in this country and the world we bloggers do have a right to express and present our opinions . Therefore I extend my support and pledge to stand by every blogger because within me is a Washiqur Rehman and any other blogger who has ever been harassed or harmed in any way

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Relocating to open the doors to the future

I was the pride of my family as being a girl I had dared to break the tradition that girls only studied home science. It was the prevalent view that all the girls of our family were destined only to be house wives after marriage and with this in view, we the girls were supposed to excel in home affairs only. I had proved myself to be different and so all my cousins looked at me with admiration. Where ever I went they flocked with me as they felt it to be a matter of pride to be seen with me. I had now become some one important. My maternal cousins who were not bound by any rule and those who had chosen science as their career would often come to me seeking help in solving the chemical equations this attention also gladdened my mother’s heart who held her head high before her cousins.

I dedicated all my attention to my studies as I wanted to excel in them. As my father had reposed such great faith in me I wanted him to feel proud of me. I wanted to show him that he was not wrong in his decision to support me. He had now become my best buddy and from time to time showed his interest in my studies and my progress

I had great responsibility on my shoulders. I had to fulfill my aspirations as well as come up to the hopes of my father and mother. I now studied with a renewed zeal and fervor.

Every thing went well and when the day of my board exams came I was well prepared and confident. My exams went well. It was now time for me to start preparing for my entrance exam. I joined a training institute who taught their students and gave them the tips and tricks needed to score high in the competitive exams. All my efforts bore fruits and I was selected for admission to one of the best medical college. Now it was a testing time for me. The medical college that I had been selected to was not in my city but located in another city quite far away. I had never been away from my parents and this was a heart wrenching moment for me. I did not want to go so far away where we knew no one. I did not find myself ready for such a big step. I was dithering in making this decision and taking this bold step to relocate. I felt that all my efforts had gone in vain. Then again my father came to my rescue. He told me that this was an opportunity which many did not get. Also it was the start of a journey to fulfill my dreams and #StartANewLife. All my doubts vanished and I started my preparations for relocation and I knew that I would not regret taking this bold step and relocating to another city for pursuing my studies.

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I looked up and found hope

Life is never a constant; it is ever changing from day to day. Some days are full of moments of joy and happiness, but it is a transient state. Some days are tiring and troublesome which leave you depressed and unhappy. On such occasions if you get timely help and support then you edge out of such situations and get the impetus to move in the right direction. I was lucky to experience a moment of hope and optimism when I needed it most.

My family comprised of my parents and a brother and a sister who were both elder to me.

I was the youngest of the children and so I was the most pampered. There was a rule in our family that all the boys were to study commerce and all the girls were to take home science as a subject so that they could become proficient in cooking and household affairs. Every one was content with this decision and no one ever debated over this issue or said a word against it.

I was different and since all my wishes were always instantly fulfilled I revolted against the idea of taking up home science as a subject. I was not at all happy and felt it to be a most dull and boring subject to study. I did not want to waste my life doing something that I did not like and had no aptitude for. I had great interest in science and found it be a very exciting topic. There were never any dull moments with science and I was determined that I would be the path changer in the family by taking up science instead of home science. I talked to my sister about my wanting to take up science as a subject. She was aghast at the very thought that I could even think of such a thing. She told me that it was against the rule and if I dared to express my wish I would only incur the wrath of the elders. This did not deter me at all and I knew that I had to make a stand for myself. I thought of having a heart to heart talk with my mother. I took her into confidence but even she reacted sharply when I told her that I wanted to take up science as a subject. She told me that I should give up my foolish dream and expressed her inability to help me in this matter when she found me to be adamant.

I did not know what to do but at the same time I did not want to give up so easily although I was giving up hope. In the evening when my father came home I saw my mother talking to him in a serious tone. Then he looked at me and in a most stern voice asked me to see him in his room. Although I was shivering with fear I put on a bold front and went to his room. Angrily he asked me as to what he was hearing about my wanting to take up science. Fearfully I looked up at him and was surprised to see him smiling. He patted me on my back for my brave decision. He told me that he was proud of me for taking a stand on an issue which had always been a sore point for him. He had always wanted to take up the medical profession but the dictates of the house had prevented him from doing so. Now he was on my side and would support me all the way as he was confident that I would succeed in my mission.

His inspirational words filled me with a new hope and optimism and helped me in selecting the subjects of my choice. Without his timely help and intervention I would not have succeeded.
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March ahead with the power of together

I led a very carefree and happy childhood. I was the youngest child and so every one gave me great attention and pampered me endlessly. I was every one’s favorite and my family showered me with gifts. As a result I had the largest collection of toys and the best dresses in my wardrobe. All my dresses were bought new and there were no hand outs of my elder sister’s clothes. I normally spent all my time either playing with my toys or reading comic books and stories of adventure. I loved reading science fiction which was my favorite and these books held a special place in my book rack. My elder sister would often reprimand me for living in my dreams and told me that this was not the purpose of my life as I was expected to be content within the four walls of my house. She said this from her experience since the girls of our house were supposed to be trained in the culinary arts and other household affairs like knitting and sewing. We were not permitted to dream or go on flights of fancy. All this talk slightly dampened my spirits but I was determined to follow my dreams. Going from class to class I found myself at the deciding stage when the subjects were to be chosen according to the choice of one’ career. According to my sister my dreams were doomed to die a silent death as my father would never allow me to take science subjects. They were not for the girls of our house. Just when I was going to give up hope I got support from the most unexpected quarter-my father. We had a heart to heart talk and he lauded my effort for speaking up my mind. He told me that he had always wanted to take up science but his desires were quashed before the verdict of his father who insisted that it was to be commerce for him. Happily I started my science classes and proudly displayed my science text books to one and all. I had been under the misconception that taking science was all that mattered. I was wrong in thinking so. I had to study hard and although I was getting good grades in botany and physics but I was floored by chemistry. I tried hard to master it but failed. This made me not only desperate but also sad. My cheerful smile was gone and was now replaced by a constant frown. My science teacher noticed this change and called me to her room during the recess. We sat # together for quite some time. She said that she had never before seen a determined girl like me. She assured me that I could easily gain mastery over chemistry. She made me do some equations explaining each step to me. What had before seemed like an uphill task seemed like a child’s play to me. My confidence returned and I was now smiling once again all because of that moment of being #together.
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