Max fresh way of taming the Math dragon

I got up in the morning feeling fresh and energized after a good nights sleep. Every thing seemed just seemed perfect. I was feeling cool and collected when I suddenly realized that it was a working day and I had before me a day that was not going to be easy for me.

It was the onset of summer and already the heat had begun to take its toll with the mercury rising every day.

This was not all. It was a very crucial day for me as I had a math test which I could not avoid at any cost. Our math teacher was a hard task master. She was a great stickler for rules and no excuse ever worked with her. She was a real miser when it came to giving marks and loved to put red marks on the answer sheet, taking pleasure in encircling the wrong answer.

The chapter selected for the test was a very difficult one and many of us had not understood it well enough to take a test. We were scared to tell her this fact as we knew that we would be the objects of her scorn.

I left for the college that day with great fear and apprehension. I did not know how I was going to fare in the test that day. This fear kept gnawing at my heart.

After two successive classes it was time for the math class. Our class was in complete silence. No one had dared to absent themselves from the college that day.
We were all wishing for some miracle to happen. We were all music addicts and wished that we were not in the class but attending a music concert of our favorite singer Anushka Manchanda with the accompaniment of the electrifying moves of Allu Arjun. No more math no more tension only the flow of music. I wondered how our math teacher would look like grooving to the music with Anushka belting out her songs as Allu Arjun grooved.

 I softly started humming a song of Golmaal Returns sung by Anushka Manchanda The whole class joined in and soon we were tapping our toes. In the meantime our teacher entered the class. We were so busy singing that we did not notice her enter. Suddenly we heard someone laugh, it was none other than our teacher whom we dreaded so much. The miracle had happened and she was singing along with us and at the same time loudly tapping her feet with gay abandon. It was our Maxfresh moment that released our stress and charged us with freshness. Our fear vanished and we had a new member in our musical group.

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On the road to a glowing radiant skin

Our skin can make or mar our personality. It is a most important part of the human body. Healthy skin which is radiant and glowing is a cherished desire of all from the royalty to the common person. It is every ones aspiration. Great care is taken to maintain a healthy skin that is free from all blemishes. Special diet plans are followed and different methods are employed to ensure the firm tone and texture of our skin. Over the centuries home made pastes have been used to keep the skin healthy and glowing.

Turmeric the basic ingredient found in all kitchens which gives that heavenly color to the cooking is known to be a blood purifier. It has an important role in keeping the skin healthy and blemish free. So it is used in face scrubs to provide that shining glow to the skin. Oily skin leads to clogged pores and results in pimples. When this happens then there is panic and steps to control this situation take on a war footing.

If you need to keep your skin healthy then a few drops of rose water when added to the water work as a good astringent.

Going to a party or getting ready for a special occasion meant using a face scrub made from gram flour, turmeric, milk and a few drops of ghee so that it is easy to wash off from the face.

For an instant result a thin paste of milk cream and turmeric is applied to the face and washed off after fifteen minutes. The result is a perfect glowing skin that makes you look fairer too. You are now ready to face the world.

There are many creams and lotions in the market that make tall claims about their effectiveness and results. The only issue one faces with these products is that they have one or the other chemical formulation. This may lead to a reaction for those with a very sensitive delicate skin. Instead of a solution we often have to search for a cure caused by the use of these creams and lotions.

It has been found that Ayurveda is a safe and sure answer to all the needs related to our skin. Vicco Turmeric cream is an ayurvedic preparation that is safe to use and without any side effects. Forget the hassles of making the home made pastes which were time consuming as now you can get the goodness of Turmeric in one single cream.

Oily skin, pimples and blackheads have been the bane of every girl who has experienced one or more of these skin related problems in her life. Today Vicco Turmeric Cream with Foam Base is a one-step-solution to every girl's skin care problem. It has an Ayurvedic formula enhanced with the microbicidal properties of turmeric is extremely beneficial as an effective medicine for the prevention and cure of pimples and blackheads. It also helps in preventing and curing skin infections, rashes and allergies. It helps to stop the bleeding of minor wounds and heals them, treats minor cuts and small injuries as well. You can now come closer to the power of turmeric and Ayurveda and ward off the bacteria and microbes from your skin with every wash.

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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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