Wednesday, September 13, 2017

My Cute Little Grand daughter ...............


Why I am away from my blog for a long....

I was not feeling well that's why I was away from my blog ....today I am posting book marks that i crocheted out of a tag and medicine rapper

Here they are ........




My House in Photos


After a long period here I'm with photos of my sweet home



Just recognise the leaves in Pot.........

Saturday, June 10, 2017


My daughter got grant from Haryana Sahitya Academy to publish her book,"neeli aankhon kaa nkshtr"


Her book is published by Bodhi Prakashan, Jaipur.


xox


Saturday, June 3, 2017

Its me



I fall in love with Om when I was 15 years old and studying in 10th standard. The matter of marriage was on trial within both our families but in vain the marriage was not settled. And i got married to the father of my two children. After marriage, I studied till Ph.D. and appointed as Research Associate in AICRP Programme of ICAR India. Now I am retired and running an NGO, in India which serves for the female youth from downtrodden strata of the society.
Now at this age when I look back my love rich life when I got sweet flashes till the age of 40 or so. I love to go to olden days frequently and feel that love flashes again and again then they suddenly stop to happen. Now in the era of internet I searched ….what are those sweet flashes at heart which I love to experience time and again at that time.
It's me, my little baby vipin born after I got this pic done at studio in Tohana, Haryana.b

Falling in love is a wonderful and crazy feeling that’s worth experiencing at least once in our lives. When you know you are falling in love, the way you look at the world and experience life can change in a moment. But the bigger question is how to know if you are in love? Well, find out here.
Falling in love is an experience worth living for. And the first time you fall in love, that’s a memory of a lifetime. But how to know if you are in love in the first place?
All of us have our own experiences in love, and every moment is as unique as the person who is falling in love.
Many believe in love at first sight while many others think the best kind of love is one where two friends understand each other and fall in love gradually.
Now however you may fall in love, the feelings are all the same. And when you’re in love, you’ll just know!
When you fall in love with someone, you start to experience feelings and urges that are quite unexplainable and confusing.
Read these signs to know if you are in love.
How to know if you are in love
Falling is love may be a single emotion, but that single emotion can cause so many hormonal, chemical and emotional changes, it’s almost unbelievable.
You’re definitely in love if you’re experiencing these emotions.
Butterflies in your stomach
For anyone who experiences falling in love it first sight, you can’t really help but experience butterflies in your stomach.
It’s a vague sensation of wanting to throw up and trying to get to the loo at the same time.
Your stomach starts to perform intricate back flips and the insides of your stomach feel like they’re fluttering!
So why does this happen? Surprisingly, no one really knows why this even happens! But it just does.
Some scientists believe this is due to the release of adrenalin by your body because of the nervousness you experience when you fall in love at first sight.
Unexplained happiness
Do you find yourself kissing pillows, jumping up and down in excitement and joy for no apparent reason and giving your lover funny little pet names? You may just be in love.
According to Helen Fisher, anthropologist from Rutgers University, when you fall in love, the levels of dopamine in the brain increase due to the increased blood flow to the regions where the receptors of dopamine are present. Dopamine, a pleasure chemical, makes you more excited, energetic and full of life.
The dopamine released in the brain make you feel sleepless, restless, full of happiness and make you think about your lover, a lot. Ever taken cocaine? That’s just like an intense burst of dopamine!
You can’t think of anyone else
When you’re in love, you can’t really think of anything else but your lover. They’d be tirelessly running around in your mind and you can’t work, remember things or focus on other interests. This is due to norepinephrine, a chemical compound that gets released along with dopamine, in the brain.
You get sexually attracted… a lot!
In a study conducted on several young couples madly in love, it was seen that the levels of serotonin, a neurotransmitter found mostly in the intestinal tract, dropped dangerously low, something that’s experienced by people suffering from obsessive compulsive disorder.
But on the other hand, it was noticed that low serotonin levels in young couples increased the desire to have sex. Talk about evolution’s way of forcing the ritual of baby making while we’re completely attracted to each other! You get depressed easily
Do you get upset easily if the person you like upsets you in any manner? Well, you may be in love. While the drop in the serotonin level makes you more horny, it also makes you depressed and anxious!
Even the smallest of things can upset you or your lover, and both of you may end up spending a lot of time trying to please each other with little acts of love and affection. While each act of love increases the love and attraction, each disappointment makes you more vulnerable to pain and depression. How to know if you are in love
Falling in love with someone, and staying in love with someone are two completely different experiences. While most people believe it was love right from the beginning, falling in love actually begins with a note of lust and sexual excitement along with the flutter of love.
Falling in love is like a drug, and unfortunately, just like a drug, it doesn’t really last forever. While the levels of chemicals like dopamine and serotonin gradually come back to normal after a few months or years depending on the type of relationship, it’s up to the lovers to find ways to keep the excitement in love alive.
Every time you have a crush on someone, the whole game of chemistry in love starts firing the Bunsen burners and we’re back to square one all over again.
But evolution and the hormone oxytocin though, have found a way to make lovers seek commitment and make couples fall in love forever. It has created stages in love, and all these experiences are just one single stage in the process of falling in love.
So how to know if you are in love? You’re going to be experiencing every single emotion that’s been explained here. But is your love going to last forever? Well, that’s a whole different story!
xoxo


Braid and Me

When I was 7 years old on Diwali morning, I woke up at the breaking of dawn. I knew it was too early to start shrieking "It's Diwali!!!". So I laid in bed for a while and I started to play with my hair. When I was about 4 or 5, my mom showed me how to braid hair on a Doll. I had seen an aunt of mine French Braid her hair. Could I do it? I tried - the results was a very crooked "weave" on my head and I had "leftover" hair at the bottom of my neck - but I did it! I actually French braided my hair!!
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For many years I was the only girl out of 3 in the house would could French braid. When I was about 10 my mom started growing her hair long, and would ask me to French braid hers. It was kinda hard, she'd make the request right after her daily shower and I can't even French braid my own hair wet. And her hair is also very thick. Sometimes she just got a single braid down her back. My baby sister also picked up French braiding and would do my mom's hair sometimes. Now my mom has neck-short hair and my sister loves to do all kinds of complicated braids in her hair. I find it to be a very satisfying hairstyle when it turns out nicely.

xoxo

Friday, June 2, 2017

Rabindranath Tagore

Where the Mind is Without Fear

“Where the mind is Without Fear” by Rabindranath Tagore is one of his vastly read and discuss poems. It was originally composed in Bengali possibly in 1900 under the title “Prarthana”, meaning prayer. ... The poem is written in the form of a prayer to the God, the Almighty for a true freedom for his country.
This poem in this selection has been taken from his English ‘Gitanjali’. Tagore had deep religious roots and his work reflects profound humanism. He was both a patriot and a global citizen. In the poem, ‘Where the Mind Is without Fear’, Tagore sketches a moving picture of the nation he would like India to be.

His poem “Where the Mind is Without Fear” perhaps best sums up his ideas:
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is freedom.

Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depths of truth.

Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection.
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit.

Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action.

Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let me awake
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let us all awake.
(Gitanjali, poem 35 [3]).


 - Guru Rabindranath Tagore


जहाँ मन भय से मुक्त हो


जहाँ मन भय से मुक्त हो और मस्तक सम्मान से उठा हो।

जहाँ ज्ञान स्वतन्त्र हो। जहाँ सन्सार संकीर्ण घरेलू दीवरों से टुक्डों में ना तोडा गया हो।

जहाँ विचार सच्चाई की गहराई से उपजतें हों।

जहाँ अथक प्रयास अपनी बाहें पूर्णता की ओर बढातें हो।

जहाँ विवेक की निर्मल धारा अन्ध-विश्वासों के मरुथल की नकारात्मक रेत में ना खो गयी हो।

जहाँ मन आपसे प्रेरित हो कर निरन्तर-प्रगतिशील विचारों और कर्मठता की ओर बढता हो।

उस स्वतन्त्रता के स्वर्ग में, हे परमपिता ! मेरे देश को जागृत कर दें।

                                                                                                    गुरू रवीन्द्रनाथ टैगोर
About the Poet
Rabindranath Tagore is to Indians what Shakespeare is to the English.
He founded Shanti Niketan which promotes a different philosophy of teaching. A few of his famous works are Geetanjali, Kabuliwala, etc. He won Nobel Prize for Literature for his work “Geetanjali”.


Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Haryanvi cuisine

  Baked milk
 

I like baked pink milk and alooni ghee(butter made up with baked milk in Haryana)
Baked milk is a variety of boiled milk that has been particularly popular in Haryana .  It is made by simmering milk on low heat for eight hours or longer.

In rural areas, baked milk has been produced by leaving a terracotta pan of boiled milk in a cow-dung-cake locally called hara (oven) for a day or for a night until it is coated with a brown crust. Prolonged exposure to heat causes reactions between the milk's amino acids and sugars, resulting in the formation of melanoidin compounds that give it a creamy color and caramel flavor. A great deal of moisture evaporates, resulting in a change of consistency. The stove in a traditionalHaryanvi hara (made with mud,cow-dung-cake, and husk)    "varying cooking temperatures based on the placement of the food inside the hara".

xoxo

Sunday, May 21, 2017

crochet flowers

i crocheted these flowers for making yoke of my daughter's shirt.

xoxo 

Saturday, May 13, 2017

Remembering mom on mother's day

“The woman who creates and sustains a home and under whose hands children grow up to be strong and pure men and women is a creator second only to God.” — Helen_Hunt_Jackson.

It’s been three years since she died of heart failure. She was 78 years old and I wasn’t ready to say goodbye to her, but I suspect that when it comes to our mothers we are never ready to give them up. There are many things I miss about mom, but what I miss the most is sharing my children with her.

Mom at 76  years of age
Some of my best memories of her are of watching her become a grandmother. She absolutely loved my children beyond measure. She spoiled them with trips to her father’s garden   and she loved to take them to our farms. Still my children are very fond of visiting farms whenever they found any opportunity.
My mother was very fond of working in farms. She often used to remember to her trip to her father’s farm on a horse when she was only 11. On that day she was going to fields to give food to the laborers working on their farm. When she was riding on the back of the horse he became a tyranny and rushed fast dropping my mother on the ground. She became unconscious but luckily there was not any injury to her body. After that day my mother hated to ride on horse’s back.

My mom lost her own mom at the age of 11 she always remembers her mom and told us about her life.Some of my best memories of her are of watching her become a grandmother. She absolutely loved my children beyond measure. She spoiled them with trips to her father’s garden and she loved to take them to our farms. Still, my children are very fond of visiting farms whenever they found any opportunity.
My mother was very fond of working in farms. She often used to remember to her trip to her father’s farm on a horse when she was only 11. On that day she was going to fields to give food to the laborers working on their farm. When she was riding on the back of the horse he became the tyranny and rushed fast dropping my mother on the ground. She became unconscious but luckily there was not any injury to her body. After that day my mother hated to ride on horse’s back.

My mom lost her own mom at the age of 11 she always remembers her mom and told us about her lifestyle and habits that were excellent there are a thousand things about my mom to remember. I love my mom and feel sorry for her when sometimes I used to tell her harsh words. Mom, please pardon me for my words that may heart you. 
Although my mom passed away 4 years ago I still think about her almost every day. 
I loved my mom and appreciate her complete commitment to mothering. The things we shared in common were teaching our children to be inquisitive learners, to be resilient and to love our children unconditionally. Thanks, Mom, for everything!
xoxo


mom at 22 years of agre

Wednesday, May 3, 2017

my sweet home

In the soft light of the setting sun ...
The living room has covered its winter furs and hosts cozy cushions in season ...

The Champa is in bloom, days are getting longer... happiness...

Some small potted plants are planted in painted terra-cota vases I love their small size appreciate their small size
And this vintage crockery that I have been collecting since I renovated this house   nearly 17 years ago, I will have to stay a few more years because there is a need to purchase another house in New Delhi

Yes, of course, all the rest of the house is decorated (even the small corner!) ...

The exterior is all illuminated, it is a daily ritual in the evening every day  but I have not yet immortalized everything ...
See you soon...


xoxo

Sunday, April 23, 2017

Crochet terms for different countries

I was doing research for the word crochet in different countries and I found the terms underneath dully searched by someone else the source is given at the last of this post

xoxo

Friday, April 21, 2017

Earth day

 Today on April 22 is Earth day, and for so many people, that means looking at the way we treat our world. Earth day is the day to celebrate our environment, assess the progress we’ve made towards protecting it and review our long term plans to preserve it for future generations.
If you want to do something good for the environment you recycle, you reduce your waste consumption…..make something using waste. Make something useful, decorative using waste materials.
As a social worker, I’m proud of the progress MSS (our NGO) made to reduce our environment footprint.
All the members used to make things out of waste material.
I made this wrath on earth day in year  

and this one on an another earth day
मैंने इसे कैसे बनाया:
कुछ दिन पहले हमारे सामने के पार्क में घास की कटाई हुई थी. और वह सूखने के बाद ढेरों की संख्या में इधर-उधर बिखरी पड़ी थी. एक दिन सुबह पार्क के ट्रैक पर सैर करते वक्त मेरी नजर सुखी घास के ढेर पर अटक गई और मैंने इसका कुछ उपयोग करने की सोची और में जितनी एक बार में उठा सकती थी उठाई और घर ले आई कुछ 4-5 दिन बाद शाम को सामने के बरामदे में बैठ मैंने अपनी मम्मी की सहायता से घास का घेरा बनाया. इसके लिए मैंने फिर से बची-खुची बेकार चीजों का इस्तेमाल किया. प्रेशर कुकर की गैस्कैट पर  पानी की बेकार प्लास्टिक की ट्यूब लपेट कर उस पर घास लगाना शुरू किया और उसे गेहूँ की बोरी  उधेड़  प्राप्त की गई रस्सी लपेटी इस प्रकार घास का एक गोल चक्कर बनाया और उस पर सजावट की इसे बनाने का पूरा तरीका   मैंने  अगली पोस्ट में विस्तार से पोस्ट किया. 
xoxo

Saturday, April 8, 2017

A picture is worth a thousand words.....

Photography is a way of feeling, of touching, of loving. What you have caught on film is captured forever… It remembers little things, long after you have forgotten everything.” – Aaron Siskind

In this post, i would like to share some of my mobile snaps that mean something to me .i want to unlock the folder and bring back memories of the special moments that I have been lucky enough to be a part of, and I want to share them with you.

My daughter's poem

My grand daughter

My granny squares in progress
Book mark completed

My daughter at extreme right

Durdarshan kendra Hisar



My granddaughter 
For me and every woman, there is no spell bigger than a baby. The first phase of childhood brings us unforgettable moments! Cheeks flushed, soninhos quiet, spontaneous and unexpected smiles, unplanned poses, enigmatic little faces, little treats, the findings, and the smell which is the house so ... They are the most charming moments of a baby!


Delicious moments that pass and do not come back. 
My daughter


xoxo

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

What do you do on a rainy day?




Today has been pretty miserable. It started out ok and then just got worse. Rain has now set in and it is the little bit cold. Oh well, that is winter for you.No................No........rain is not inevitable the crop of wheat are ripe in fields and rain will ruin the crop.Even little wetness will ruin the wheat grains and husk tooo.....But what to do .it's not in the hand of a human being.
Today we have to go to Bansilal University Bhiwani. My daughter will deliver a lecture there and myself, my son and granddaughter accompanied her .there was stormy wind on the way along with the shower of rain in between. 


I happened to read a very appropriate quote over there(in University) that spoke to me deeply, :
"Happiness comes when your work and words are of benefit to yourself and others". Buddha
xoxo

Sunday, April 2, 2017

Photos with zealIts me with gun in hand at pur Banglore house

it's me with gun in hand at our banglore house

My daughter in our house at Hisar

  front varandah of our  Hisar house

Deepawli divas  in 2013 
xoxo

Monday, March 6, 2017

Nutrition of the family and ME

My life pretty much revolves around food.  Making it, growing it(yes when iwas studing in 9th standard and lived in my village,doing farming in those years was my best period of life ), shopping for it, sharing it.  I'm planning lunch and dinner before I even eat breakfast. And more and more, I find myself talking about food - all the time, everywhere.  At the college,NGo centers,library, copy shop, vegetable market, parties; name the place, and there I am, talking about food.

I'm down with all the food talk.  I enjoy talking about food almost as much as I enjoy eating it, and I've recently come to appreciate that this is my role within my family and community.  I'm completely responsible for the nutrition of three other human beings.  If I didn't think about my family's food, they might not eat.  Or worse yet, they'd eat all wrong.  Within my community, many people don't have the time or interest to think about food all day long.  They've got jobs, commitments, non edible interests.  I've got dinner ideas, cooking tips, recipes to share.

Many of my recent food conversations have hinged on nutrition.  I'm more than willing to share what I've learned, but I hesitate to advise others on their diet.  Although I have a lot of experience with food (don't we all?), I realize that I'm not qualified to dispense nutritional advice.  The more research I do about food and nutrition, the more I wonder, who is?  Who can I trust to tell me what to eat, what not to eat, and why?

Almost everything I used to believe about food and nutrition has been turned upside down this past year.  I've gone from buying whole grains and brown rice in bulk to smearing my bread with morebutter.  I no longer believe that Desi ghee and milk will raise my cholesterol, that saturated fat will make me fat, or that salt will give me heart disease.  I now know that skipping a meal or two will not result in my body cannibalizing itself for protein.  I now believe that sugar is the root of nearly all health evils, and that glucose is glucose, but not every calorie is created equal.

I didn't learn this from my doctor or my college professors, and certainly not from any government funded nutritional education programs.  I haven't read it in one specific book.  I'm continually piecing my knowledge from various sources: articles, blog posts, podcasts, documentaries, online lectures, various books and websites, conversations with friends who seem to be eating something right.

The most influential source of nutritional advice came from this TED Talk.  (Please take a moment to watch it if you haven't already.)






Tuesday, February 28, 2017

My Brother's Bday in HEAVEN

Writing has always come naturally to me. But today, I found myself dragging my feet when it came to this post. I knew I wanted to write something on my blog about the anniversary of my brother’s death–because part of the reason why I love to write on blog so much is the shared human experience. Just as I experience ups and downs about my self-image, I also experience pain, grief, and loss. None the more poignant or heartbreaking than the loss of my 30-year-old brother, Kuldip, on February 1995.
As a baby, Kuldip was permanently attached to my hip. As ten years his senior, I took on the role of Second Mommy with ease. He was a curlyhead child with black-rimmed glasses, luminously intense black eyes, and an impish grin. He was mischevious and sensitive.

He was precious.

That was my Kuldip.
Poem: Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep, by Mary Elizabeth Frye

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die
xoxo

Sunday, January 1, 2017

happy new year


I COMPLETED MY DATA COLLECTION IN SLUM AREAS OF Hisar_(city) AND Jaipur  IN DECEMBER 2016.
I will start to feed the data in excel files and draw inferences after doing my data analysis.
let see the decadal changes in slums and slum people.
xoxo