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Those were the days,My Friend!!!Part 3

Wednesday, January 06, 2010

Indians are blessed with beautiful Flora and Fauna all over the length and breadth of India---some common---some exclusive.One of these perfumed variety of Fauna is a Grass is called Khus.This highly valued popular Grass is prized and widely available in India and is made into a popular perfume or "Attar" which is the distilled essence of this .Earlier, this Grass used to be woven into aromatic blinds by tying bunches of Khus Grass to Bamboo Rods with Twine.During the Summer these blinds would be hung on the windows of the house.These blinds would then be wet thoroughly with buckets full of Water poured over them.Water would then be trickled over these to retain the wetness through Water pipes.After the use of Electricity grew,a table fan would be placed on the outside of each window and would blow the cool Air into the darkened rooms. This was the Indian way of air conditioning the rooms during the hot dry Summers all over India.Later,after a few years when the Air Coolers and Air Conditioners replaced these aromatic blinds-----they slowly faded into history!!!
As a child this was my favourite way to spend the afternoon siesta during the Summers----napping in that cold room surrounded the scent of Khus!!!
Our Garden was full of Summer flowers like creepers of a delicately pinky white flowered Chameli, a hedge of Mogra in full bloom, Madan Baan and the shady Bakula tree.These are different species of Jasmine which bloomed during the days in Summer.The nights used to be scented with the heavier perfume of different species of the 'Raat Rani' or 'The Queen of the Night' and the delicate Prajakta flowers which would bloom at 4a.m. each morning and drop to the ground the moment they bloomed.We'd cover the ground below this tree with old bedsheets to catch these creamy white flowers with orange stalks as they fell.This was one of Daddy's prized possessions---the Prajakta Tree is said to have flourished in Heaven from where Lord Krishna---an incarnation of Lord Vishnu ---brought it down to Earth to please His consort--Satyabhama.
By mid May we'd start getting Dust Storms blowing in from the deserts of Rajasthan in the west-----how my mother hated this!!! In spite of closing each door and window tightly Sand would still creep into every nook and cranny in the house-----she had to deal with the cleaning!!!!The air in the closed house would be scented with the smell of Sand and the world outside the windows would be dark and gritty.The mid afternoon would transformed into a dark and stormy night for the period it lasted----sometimes for 2-3 hours or sometimes even longer!!!
Chandigarh back then was surrounded by thick woody pockets of trees.These had a lot of wildlife----specially Jackals,Foxes,Wild Cats andplenty of Snakes living in them!!!!These Jungles also were teeming with variety of Birds---Mynahs,Parrots,Parakeets Hawks and Peacocks.These were shady groves and a cool haven in the blazingSummer Sun and were great Pic-Nic spots.These provided us wih a hands on lesson in the study of wild life----specially during the Summer showers!!!
There also used to be sudden showers of Rain from mid June-----sometimes accompanied by large Hail Stones.These storms would arise suddenly---the Wind would blow in forceful gusts sending the clouds above scudding together---changing their colours from Grey to Indigo in minutes.Then the Thunder would crash and roar,the Forked Lightning flashing in and out of the dark clouds till with a thunderous clap the Rain would come down in huge wet drops.This was a beautiful sight---specially if we were in the car---stuck in the middle of nowhere---- a few miles from Chandigarh.The Peacocks would appear and unfurl their tails into fans and would shake their spread plumage in a manner to create a ripple of colour.They'd then throw back their heads and uttering shrill cries would dance in joyous abandon!!!
This was the time if we were at home, to make hot deep fried Pakoras(Fritters) to eat with a spicy hot Green Pudina(Mint)Chutney----yuuuuuuum!!!How we loved rushing out into the Rain----getting soaking wet----to gather those Hailstones----they tasted great too.The Air would smell sweet,clean and earthy-----the Garden looking clean and refreshed----the different types of Jasmine perfuming the feeling of freshness around us!!!
All of these are treasured moments---hoarded jewels in a chestful of memories----held very dear and closely guarded---to be polished,reviewed and hoarded again in the vault of my mind.

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NITAINMN 1/7/2010 11:38PM

    What an interesting blog and I envy you for your memory down the lane....which woke mine up a bit.....just a little bit. Thank you Komal:)


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SAASHA17 1/6/2010 12:54PM

    oh i loved those mats...we had those and sometimes we wud wipe our cement floors with a wet cloth and switch on the fan...man those were the days...i miss my grandma so much:)...

thanks for the blogs Komal....reminds me of all those lovely times...

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EACHDAYAGIFT 1/6/2010 11:19AM

    Thanks again for a little taste of India, as seen through the eyes of a child with the added perspective of years. So many of your memories are wrapped up in scents...isn't it funny how we may not even pay smells much mind at the time, but they can carry us back to an exact point in time many years later. Your description of the smell after a rain was great...it's so unique and I've always loved it, but never tried to decipher what made it so unique. (of course, my memories are minus the Jasmine) I hope this isn't ignorant, but my daughter loved the Disney movie "Aladin" when she was a little girl. The beautiful princess was named Jasmine, I think. I just took it as a name, but now I'm thinking there must have been the perfume of Jasmine in the air surrounding her palace, too. Loved the description of the "air conditioning". Ours was either running through the lawn sprinklers, cramming as much of ourselves as possible into a metal washtub in the back yard, and at night, window fans. I used to lay in bed listening to the hum of the fan and pretend I was traveling in a train (something I had never done).

I moved to a new home a year ago and spent last summer getting to know all the plants and flowers the former owner, an avid gardener, left for me. It's been quite an education. In late summer, a large plant suddenly sprung up with big, white cupped blossoms that only opened in the evening. I found out it is called "Angel's Trumpet"...isn't that pretty?

Sorry, You got me carried away...my response is lmost as long as the blog! Shutting up now!

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ZANNACHAN 1/6/2010 11:10AM

    Thank you so much for sharing your memories like this. You are a talented writing--you so beautifully and evocatively bring tha place, that time to life.

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ATMANI 1/6/2010 10:02AM

    Oh, your recollection is simply beautiful! I remember my grandparents and uncles describing 'Indian way of air conditioning,' as well as the 'aandhi.' Thanks for sharing your memories -- they burn an unforgettable image in readers' minds.

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Those were the days My Friend!!!Part 2

Monday, January 04, 2010

My very dear friend Nita, has a lot of similar experiences-----only she lived in Karwar----I lived in Chandigarh!!!We both belong to the same age group----the same community-----only we lived a long way from each other---still do!!!Like her, my memories too are centred around living in a small town with it's basic flavour of having a rustic environment all around us.Only unlike her my memories are full of the flavour of both---Maharashtra and Punjab!!!Maybe this is what has bred in us a passionate love for Nature----no developed City can ever teach you to love Nature nor adore it in it's totality----wild and raw as well as gentle and serene!!!We are soul mates in so many ways---it's amazing!!!
Daddy loved trekking and during Winter we'd go trekking into the villages surrounding Chandigarh.The activity of making Jaggery from Sugar Cane juice would be in full swing.The smell of the Sugar Cane Juice cooking in huge Iron Cauldrons set on fires lit in huge pits dug in the ground would hang in the Air scenting the area for miles around it.We'd reach there around Lunch time and the farmers would be ready to sit down for their mid-day meal.These farmers used to be hospitality personified and would invite us to join them for the meal.Their rustic food----Mustard Greens and Corn Bread(Rotis) tasted heavenly with tall glasses of freshly churned Yoghurt Smoothies(Lassi) and balls of home churned white Butter!!!I was a skinny little thing but my appetite was HUGE and today it embarasses me to remember the huge amounts I could easily put away-----my stomach was like a bottomless pit!!!!Offering money for their hospitality would be viewed by them as an insult----so Daddy would place orders for fresh blocks of Jaggery and pure homemade Ghee(Clarified Butter)which they'd sell for a nominal rate!!!He'd come and get it from them at a later date.
The visual in my mind is as sharp as ever---the endless fields of Yellow Mustard Flowers spread out as far as the eye could reach----the Cobalt Blue Sky above with strips of white Cirrus clouds floating across it----the earthy smell of the watered soil heated in the Winter Sunshine and the sweet scent of the cooking Jaggery-----a beautiful collage of sight,smells and sounds---one of my most treasured and beloved memories of childhood!!!!
We all spoke fluent Punjabi---in fact I used to write and read the Gurmukhi script----my greatest regret is not having continued with it---this year I plan to refresh my memories by taking a crash course in learning to write and read the Language again.The people of the Punjab are a very large hearted and loving people---both the Sikhs and the Punjabis.Their spirit of Hospitality is legendary----they welcome everyone with open arms!!!
We had a large compound surrounding our Bungalow.This was in the form of a Garden full of flowers in the lawn in front-----Roses,Lilies,Narcissi,Pansies,Ch
rysanthemums,Dahlias----name the flower and you were sure to find it there!!!There were Neem Trees and some Mango Trees bordering the Lawn.We also had a "Prajakta"(Paarijaat) tree and a DrumStick Tree in the front Lawn.Besides the English varieties of Flowers we had creepers and shrubs of varieties of Indian Jasmine----Zaaee,Zuee,Chameli,Hazaar Mogra,Madan Baan,Mogra, Bakuli and four to five varieties of Raat Rani---Queen of the Night!!!
The Backyard was divided into two parts----in half we had a lawn and trees like the Silver Oak,The Jacaranda, Peach,Apricot,Lychee and plenty of Mango trees---different varieties like Dussehri,Langda,Totapuri,Chausa,Haapus and the wild variety called Raival(Choopney waaley Aam) the other half had the Vegetable Garden.Here there were two Trees---Loquats and Figs------we grew our own Vegetables mainly Brinjals(Egg Plants)Carrots,Radishes, Tomatoes,French Beans, Pumpkins,Ivy Gourds,Bitter Gourds----a whole host of these as my father loved gardening. He'd get the seeds from a Seed Shop in Poona named Vishnu Sadashiv in Camp Area----it still exists today!!!All through the year he'd spend his spare time in the Garden with the 'Maali'(Gardener) looking after his crops------we were equally interested and it meant spending more time with Daddy---so it became a family activity!!
Chandigarh was built on fertile farmland which had been bought from the local farmers because of it's situation.Anywhere in the city you can always see the beautiful Mountains as a backdrop.The lights of Kasauli and higher up--Shimla twinkle in the evening dusk and look like fairy lights in the dark nights!!!Today I've not visited it since 1980---so maybe things have changed----but memories are unchangeable---they still frame the same picture!!!

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NITAINMN 1/7/2010 11:42PM

    As I mentioned before Komal, you blog so beautifully. I enjoy sharing some of my memories which is not much unfortunately....its blocked or forgotten since I left home when I just turned 19 to arrive in America and literally grew up here despite the age! You are giving me much too much credit....sorry! but, no! your memory is wonderful and stories are awesome. Love reading your blogs...its been busy at home to have stopped by immediately after you blogged. Excuse me for the delay. Thanks once again for sharing your warm memory and goot times with us.


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ZANNACHAN 1/4/2010 5:07PM

    What a wonderful blog. It's so very different from my own background--not only very North American/US, but urban (small Mid west city, not a big city like New York, but urban nonetheless) and yet you describe everything so vividly, and so full of love. It must have been a wonderful childhood.

It is interesting how much our parents can influence our interests and desires! I have always lived in urban areas (even when I spent a year living in a small farming community, I still lived in town--a small town, but in town nonetheless) but both of my parents love nature--despite growing up in an urban environment themselves--and we spent many a weekend or vacation camping, canoeing, hiking, or backpacking across one of the many national or state parks we visited.

Thanks for sharing. Even though my childhood memories are in so many so very different, your post reminded me of some really happy times. And I always love to hear how people live in different parts of the world, or in different times. You write so beautiful--I hope you are keeping a record of these posts somewhere, so that you can share them with your kids and grand kids.

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SAASHA17 1/4/2010 4:04PM


brings back memories...maybe a little modern but still fun times compared to what my younger cousins and nephews are growing up with...

I used to go to my grandparents every summer (when i was not sailing with dad to cochin, mangalore, haldia)...one set lived in a little tea estate 40km from ooty and another set on the banks of godavari river...aah...gud olddays...i used to love plucking mangoes for achar...and then our grandpa wud take me to go tyre swimming in the river..he wud tie a tyre to a nearby tree and i would float in it and go in whichever direction the current took the tyre...:)....

Ooty was another story..getting up at 5am and helping the workers pluck the tea leaves,....and play with the neighbor's kids..he had 10kids...

I wonder about the lifestyle my kids will have..hmm...

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ATMANI 1/4/2010 8:02AM

    Lovely blog as usual. My brother lives in Chandigarh, and now I am tempted to make that long awaited trip to see him at his place. Thank Komal for sharing such a wonderful memory.

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REKHAKAKR 1/4/2010 3:53AM

    Wow!!! you took me back down to memory lane .. just after i got married i heard from the family that My DH likes sarson ka saag very much he can have it in all three meals and never gets tired of it. i got married within month of meeting him and just after 13 days of marriage we left home to his new posting in Punjab and set up our new home. ..once we got settled i thought to surprise him with my cooking as he knew i cant cook anything except tea and eggs . i rang my mother and asked how to make saag and makki roti she told me the amount of ingredients and whole process of going about it and i made it for lunch .... and truley he was surprised that i had cooked for him ... and ate that big bowl of saag praising me all the time i didn't eat that as i was never fond of saag or anything green at that point of time i just ate the food which cook has made for us and stored leftover saag in fridge for the evening and then again i served that and he started eating with relish... than i thought if he likes it so much why not try this as i am going to make it frequently .... i took a spoonful and ...... eeeks it was ful of sand and i just took the bowl out of his plate ( i made it exactly the same way my mother told me exept i didnt wash it carefully as it was freshly cut from out kitchen garden) and when i asked how could you eat that and still praise me his reply was it wasnt the taste it was your love for me and how could i tell you it was not good...
From that day onwards i learned proper cooking and now .... i can say i cook very decently ....
Thanks for such lovely blogs!!!

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ATULGARG2 1/4/2010 3:41AM

  This article brought back my memories.
I have been brought up in Chandigarh, did my schooling, and rest of the studies there.
As a part of my job I stayed in Karwar, my house in Karwar was probably the best location in this town, it was right by the side where the KaliNadi meets the sea.
In the full moon nights we used to stare at sea which used to appear like a sheet of silver, endlessly.
Chandigarh since 1980 has changed or should I say has improved.
They have developed small parks in every sector and I can not but admire this idea and also the way each one of these has been maintained.
Look at the positive effect that these small gardens have on the living habits of the people.
ALl the parks invariably will be bustling with walkers, joggers, old retired persons enjoying the cool breeze on the benches and small children, probably their grand children playing near by.
What a lovely site it is.
Outside the park boundaries you can find hawkers having brisk sale of ice creams, bhuttas (Corns) and ground nuts. Every day through out the year.

I love this.
Thanks for making me scratch all these memories.
Now I go to Chandigarh once in a year but do not forget to visit one of these parks.

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Those were the days,My Friend!!! Part 1

Sunday, January 03, 2010

As a child I used to be amused by my Aaji and Akka always carping about "the good old days!!"Today I'm guilty of doing the same.
The world and everything has changed almost beyond recognition---as a child some forty years back I'd lie on my bed in the open terrace in the Summer at night and watch out for the Russian Sputniks in the night sky----the glee at spotting that dot orbiting the globe was a high I still remember!!!Reading the 'How and Why' series of books gave me all the knowledge about Science and it's mysteries then available.
Then a Radio and Gramophones were a luxury----those old 75r.p.m. records---had to be handled with care---fragile and breakable as they were!!! Winding the gramophone and the the 3 minute Music----sheer heaven!!! Today those records sound tinny---the accoustics have improved beyond one's wildest expectations!!!
Our first car that my father bought was Jeanneret Uncle's Hill Man.We were so happy with it----this began our jaunts on Pic-Nics and long drives----the poor car used to be stuffed to the gills with children,my mother and my father at the wheel!!!Singing at the top of our voices we'd set out for 'Aamraees' or Mango Orchards in the early Summer mornings with Tiffins full of Goodies prepared by our mothers at dawn.The entire caravan would consist of our car in front and 4-5 Scooters with the other parents following us.Once there we'd quickly spread out the carpets for our parents to sit on and arrange the spirit Stoves to warm the food for Lunch.Then run around and start climbing trees to pick the raw unripe Mangoes for making into Pickle the next day.The Orchard would be so thick and the trees so interlinked that no sunshine reached the ground----the temprature outside would be warmer by quite a few degrees!!
Sometimes Daddy'd take us for long drives in the late Summer afternoons----specially when the weather turned cloudy----I've seen Peacocks dancing with wild abandon on the clap of the Thunder in the trees and Jungles so often!!!The Wind would sigh and the trees would sway,the Lightning would flash and the Peacocks would dance and cry----these scenes are indelibly printed on my mind!!!The scent of wet Earth,the coolness in the Air after the first shower of Rain and our car alone on the road----it was like being in another World!!!
Trekking was another favourite activity.We'd drag my poor Mother against her wishes and go climbing in the Hills or walking along the banks of the River Ghaggar near Kalka.Once Daddy decided to trek to an old "Tanksaal"or Mint in ruins near Kalka.It was said to have minted coins for Maharaja Ranjit Singh---the "Lion"of the Punjab in the earlier century.Despite earnest efforts we never found any old coins there but it was quite high up in the Shivalik Hills. This is where our dear father decided to cook Dal and Rice on an 'Angeethi' or Stove made by placing three rocks together.We gathered sticks and dried cowpats from around us and bought some provisions from the locals. Needless to say the fire didn't catch---the food came home uncooked and we ate just Biscuits till dinner at home that day.Daddy wasn't allowed to forget it for a minimum of the next 10 days by our aggrieved mother!!!
There are many more escapades where these came from -----more of these later!!!

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ZANNACHAN 1/4/2010 3:42PM

    I am also enjoying your trips down memory lane--so very different from mine! My child hood memories involved things like ice skating, sledding, and building snowmen in the winter or running around the neighborhood playing make believe with neighborhood kids or riding my bike or rollerblading in the summer. Cars were something I've always taken for granted--actually do so less now as an adult in some ways than I did back then! And our trees were Maple and pine, not mango, but we did grow beans, bell peppers and tomatoes in our little urban garden. And we had rosebushes--insanely out of control climbing rosebushes that I adored (though my dad not so much as he spent years cutting them back until they were more or less under control and not taking over 1/4 of our yard!)

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NITAINMN 1/4/2010 12:11AM

    Love your memories down the lane Komal. So, where did you live then? We had mango trees in our own land which was zoned as farm for it was so huge, when father owned it. We each had our own special mango tree and the fruits from it went on a bed of straws underneath each of our beds. First thing we woke up in our room, my sister and I would look for ripe ones to eat for breakfast. Dad liked us to eat ripe jack fruit first thing in the morning...all from our yard! We had all kinds of birds, cows, dog, Judy and Kempa, each of us girls had a cat of our own! Yes....good old days. We went to the River Netravathy and the beach with our parents to watch sunsets. Loved making holes in the dry sand to watch it being filled at high tide. Any cousins came to our home, we took them to the River banks where the govt. had brought Sardarji's to work and build the bridge to Kerala state. My dad himself had rented one of our homes to an Engineer and we would get rides in his large Jeep - singing just like you did and going on picnics. My Dad never learnt to drive....despite being a dental surgeon. He invested all his monies for non- profit as in Ramkrishna Ashram to help the poor and orphans. He volunteered his services one Sunday as a dental surgeon at the Ashram to take care of the teeth of those that could not afford it. Well, that is my story...I love sharing it here with yours!

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NITAINMN 1/4/2010 12:11AM

    Love your memories down the lane Komal. So, where did you live then? We had mango trees in our own land which was zoned as farm for it was so huge, when father owned it. We each had our own special mango tree and the fruits from it went on a bed of straws underneath each of our beds. First thing we woke up in our room, my sister and I would look for ripe ones to eat for breakfast. Dad liked us to eat ripe jack fruit first thing in the morning...all from our yard! We had all kinds of birds, cows, dog, Judy and Kempa, each of us girls had a cat of our own! Yes....good old days. We went to the River Netravathy and the beach with our parents to watch sunsets. Loved making holes in the dry sand to watch it being filled at high tide. Any cousins came to our home, we took them to the River banks where the govt. had brought Sardarji's to work and build the bridge to Kerala state. My dad himself had rented one of our homes to an Engineer and we would get rides in his large Jeep - singing just like you did and going on picnics. My Dad never learnt to drive....despite being a dental surgeon. He invested all his monies for non- profit as in Ramkrishna Ashram to help the poor and orphans. He volunteered his services one Sunday as a dental surgeon at the Ashram to take care of the teeth of those that could not afford it. Well, that is my story...I love sharing it here with yours!

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SONPARI1 1/3/2010 11:52PM

    ENjoyed reading your post, komal...I could visualize myself in ur place..

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ATMANI 1/3/2010 9:13PM

    emoticon enjoyed reading your blog.

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EACHDAYAGIFT 1/3/2010 4:34PM

    Enjoyed the trip down your Memory Lane, which is so different from mine. Jungles, peacocks dancing, family caravans...you paint a vivid picture that's fun for an American midwesterner to imagine! I do relate to you watching for space travelers...in America our teachers rolled tv sets into the classroom and we'd watch every rocket launch. I remember the night when Neil Armstrong walked on the moon. I stood out in my yard gazing up at the moon, trying to wrap my mind around the idea that there were actually people up there at that very minute. As a child, kids used to say the moon was made of green cheese (who knows where that idea came from) and, as cheese was my favorite food, on snowy days when I was younger, I used to march around the lunar landscape of my yard, imagining I lived on the moon, and that all the snow was cheese free for the taking (then I'd eat the snow...hey I should go back to that ...no calories!) Anyway, after my personal imaginary moon history, it was all the more amazing to see what could only be make believe a decade earlier coming to pass before my eyes.

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Auld Lang Syne!!!

Friday, January 01, 2010

Family is a very close bond forged by blood.A family lends support always---in good times and bad---and that support can never be measured by any parameters.I am grateful for my immediate family---the love and support of my husband has always been the mainstay of my life-----I couldn't wish for better children than my four---and the cherry on the Cake-----my grand-daughter Meha!!!My extended family too deserves a mention for their support and encouragement---Blood IS thicker than Water!!
Friendship is an important bond formed between like minded souls----based on mutual respect and mental compatibility.I would like to thank all my friends for giving me the encouragement to forge ahead----their support has made achieving my goals easier.The old(Auld) Scots song says it all-----for both Family and Friends!!!
'Should Auld Aquaintance be forgot
and never brought to Mind?
Should Auld Aquaintance be forgot ,
and days of Auld Lang Syne?
So here's a hand my Trusty Friend,
Gi'e me a hand of Thine.
We'll take a cup o' Kindness yet,
For Auld Lang Syne.
For Auld Lang Syne my Friend,
For Auld Lang Syne.
We'll take a cup o' Kindness yet,
For Auld Lang Syne.'
I would like to form a chain of all those whom I love and respect and step into the Future holding on firmly to them.

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NITAINMN 1/1/2010 9:03PM

    Zanna has put it so beautifully - I'll just say 'Ditto from me too!'

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ZANNACHAN 1/1/2010 12:22PM

    I think that love and friendship are the ties that bind people together, so you are stepping into the future every day connected to those people you care about in your life.

Wishing you and your family a great New Years!

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Counting My Blessings!!

Thursday, December 31, 2009

As another Year wings it's way out to join History,I begin to count my Blessings and say a fervent "Thank You" to The Almighty for all the Blessings bestowed on me this past year.
First and foremost I give heartfelt "Thanks" for my husband and children and their Good Health and Happiness.May these Blessings continue showering on them in the coming and all the New Years that follow.
Secondly I give heartfelt "Thanks" for the Good Health and Happiness of my extended family.I pray for a continuation of these Blessings in the coming and each subsequent year that will follow.
Thirdly I pray and wish for my large circle of Friends to be blessed with Good Health and Happiness.Those who have Health problems should recover and feel better and those who are Healthy should continue to enjoy Good Health in this coming year and each year that follows.
Fourthly I wish each and every human being in our World Good Health,Happiness ,Harmony, Peace and Prosperity ----if we are all blessed by these five things the World will be a better place to live in and the quality of life will be better!!!
Finally last but not the least, I thank The Almighty for all the Blessings bestowed on me-----for helping me survive all my ailments,for giving me the strength and courage to face Life's difficulties and for helping me to go forward into the Future with the knowledge of Divine Support always!!!
I am just a tiny piece in the puzzle of The Almighty's plan for the World-----but the fact that even I'm looked after individually by The Supreme Being is what counts for me----for all my blessings---THANK YOU!!!

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ATMANI 1/5/2010 9:08AM

    I totally agree being a piece of puzzle in the Almighty's plan.

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NITAINMN 12/31/2009 11:05PM

    Wishing with a prayer to the Almighty for happiness, health and prosperity for you and your loved ones Komal in the upcoming New Year!!

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ZANNACHAN 12/31/2009 10:28AM

    I wish health and happiness to you and your family as well! May you all have a wonderful New Year!

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