Monika Suri

Listening to songs is just wonderful . The beats fill me with enthusiasm , the lyrics  calm my mind , the aesthetic experience  brings me the real happiness My Motivation Song Matlabi ho ja zara matlabi , Duniya ki sunta hai kyun , khud ki bhi sun le kabhi ……. Well it’s a bollywood song which I like , rather it gives me motivation  . Matlabi ho ja zara matlabi, duniya ki sunta hai kyun , khud ki bhi sun le kabhi . Really in our everyday life, we are most of the  times listening to others , feeling concerned  for others and working for others  . Sometimes I am listening to my  Boss, sometimes I am satisfying my hubby’s ego ,  sometimes I am cooking according to the family’s wishes. What’s this yaar ? Am I here to live according to Duniya ?? There comes this song to relieve me , motivate me and make me happy . If not possible everyday , let me be Matlabi once in a while. Let me do what just My heart wishes, something that I really like , which brings the real smile to my soul. The son

As The friendship day arrives , I am reminded of all the lovely friends who have been a part of my life . From school to college and now some of my colleagues –all those friends have been  an important aspect of my life . Some of them are cute , some crazy , some are like  angry stuff and some are funny. Friends are so important in our life . And there are some special friends whom I  know since birth  and these are the ones who loved me yesterday , love me today and for sure would love me  forever . These special friends are my  Cousins . Yes  ! We are cousins by blood but friends by choice . Dear all cousins , you make my life worth living . I love you all ! Where should I start writing from ? The very first moments which unfold  in front of my eyes are the times when I , Nitu , Gitu would wear lehngas and dance for hours together at any family function , be it a small birthday party .  The music to our dance used to be given by Munish Bhaiya on his drums . That small birthday party

W stands for Weakness A piece of fiction –“A woman” as described by her husband She was a kind heart . She always loved me and  my  family . She never boasted of her doctorate although married to just a graduate .From day one of marriage she supported me in my business both physically and financially . She was a kind heart . She stood by me  in the bad times too when my business suffered huge losses . She proved herself to be my better half from all aspects even while my own family denied to support me . She  took care of all the family expenditures , never with a burden . Many times she acted ignorant of my stealing from her purse  for my drinks . She always praised me in front of others , even in front of her parents whom I often criticized . She was a kind heart . She maintained the family peace even when I made the business losses as an excuse for drinking . She didn’t want any bad effect on our infant . She remained calm even on that day when I dared to raise my hand . Rather she

L stands for LOVE Motherhood is the greatest form of Love on this earth . The love which is pure and eternal . I think only a mother can feel how it feels to be a mother . God has gifted every woman with this wonderful  bond of Love . Thankyou God for the  gift of Motherhood (I am a Mom to a daughter who is eleven years old now .   Today I want to share  about  what I love about my gift of  Motherhood ) After I got married , I had to undergo abortion even before I celebrated my first anniversary . It was certainly depressing  but after around one year more , I conceived again . Since the day I saw her as a seed in my first ultrasound , I am in Love with my gift of motherhood . From that ultrasound  day to the day I delivered her and till today , I can feel the love rising . Her smiles are so real and hugs so pure that they automatically bring smile on my face , in my heart , in my soul . I love to care for her , even worry for her. You can read the post I wrote on my abortion  When she

J  stands for JUDGED .   A piece of fiction on the word  JUDGED Renu was a working girl in her twenties. She had  got married to Vivek   just two years ago .  The family consisted of his parents and his unmarried sister Shweta .  From day one Renu came in this family , she  felt being judged  even at little things . Why are you wearing this ? Why did you get late today ? Who came to drop you home today  ?  Why can’t you leave job and plan your child ? Every such statement or taunt was making  a crack in the relationship , with nobody there  even trying to fill those cracks . Vivek’s late night parties  didn’t hurt anybody else  in the family , except Renu who could smell  .  She was able to  smell his ex marital affair too along with the smell of the intoxicating drinks  from the last many months. Renu set an example of patience , courage , sacrifice , love and she  left no stone unturned . ” Beta Renu , what happened ? Are you going somewhere ? ” Today a softness was there in Mom’s 

This post won the WOW badge from Blogadda Megha is married to Akash for the last 12 years and they are blessed with a son Madhav who is now 4 years old.  Having blessed with parenthood after  many years , Akash is too possessive about his son and is always concerned about him . Sometimes his over concerned attitude shows few signs of narrow-mindedness, which Megha  doesn’t feel good about . But she has adjusted. She  gives priority to his home and family . Megha had a love for classical dance in her college  ,  which she couldn’t continue after her marriage. Last year when  she had turned 39 , she had shared about this interest with Akash and asked  for permission to join a dance academy.  But Aakash had refused on the pretext of their baby  being too small . This year , when Madhav has started going to school , Akash agrees about Megha pursuing his dance interest, but  asks her to make sure this doesn’t happen at the cost of the time and care their baby needs. Although Megha has tou

Once again I take out some time and reflect on how fortunate I am. Today  let me express my #gratefulness to my dear family. First of all I feel grateful to my loving parents who brought me in this world. In this big universe , my own little world meant my supportive Dad, caring Mom and a friendly teasing brother. Being the youngest one in the family used to be an advantage to  me whenever I and my brother had a fight . Remembering those times still bring a smile . I am thankful to my maternal aunts, uncles and cousins with whom I had the best of the times in my growing years . The days of togetherness during summer vacation used to be daily celebrations . Even a simple birthday party at home felt like a big function in the family , planning those little games, decorating the house and cooking variety of dishes all at home. I think all this enhanced emotional bonding . I am thankful to my husband and my In-laws family who are equally loving and understanding . I am fortunate enough fo

Friendship……what a lovely bond. Isn’t it ? We experience many friendships in our life right from the day we are born. Our parents become our first best friends , then relatives , then we make many during our school n college and then God sends another very good friend in our life  that’s our spouse. Of course I am grateful to all the good friends I  got to make in my life . But few were the special ones which immediately come into my mind whenever friendship is talked of. I am remembering today my friends which are pure friends , I mean not husband or parents or siblings , but the friends I made in my hostel days. I wish to dedicate the following 5 Best quotes to those friends which have created a permanent mark on my heart. A FRIEND IS WHAT THE HEART NEEDS ALL THE TIME Whenever we are feeling down , sometimes we don’t even know the reason for it , what our heart craves for is a true friend , with whom we can just open our heart and feel light.  That true friend to whom even if you sa

कितना फर्क़ है दोनों माँओं में एक वो  माँ थी जो कूड़े के ढेर में फेंक गयी थी मुझे , और एक यह माँ है जो इतने सुंदर खिलौनों से सजे पालने में मुझे लेटाकर झूले दे रही है I एक वो माँ थी जो मेरे पैदा होते ही मुझे देखकर रोने लगी व मुझे कोसने लगी  थी I और एक यह माँ है जो मुझे देख  देखकर मुस्कुराती रहती है और कलेजे से लगाकर दुयाएँ देती रहती है । एक वो माँ थी जो मुझे कलंक समझती थी और एक यह माँ है जिसने मेरा नाम प्रतिष्ठा रखा है । भगवान जाने  असली माँ कौन है मेरी ? Linking this post with Tina and Mayuri for #fridayfotofiction

#Fridayfotofiction is a weekly bloghop by Mayuri and Tina where fiction writing is celebrated based on the photo prompt. Gurpreet Singh, known  by his nickname  Happy , was dear to all the villagers because of his generosity. Now having moved  from a  small village of Punjab , India to the big town Livingston of New Jersey  , Gurpreet Singh has  turned into Garry. The turban has disappeared, the long oiled   hair  turned into short n styled gel ones. The big city’s dazzle  has taught him to make many faces , officeface, partyface, streetface but the original Happyface is lost somewhere. His every face means business now. As he is busy reading Business Times and planning for new investments , the phone starts vibrating with a call from someone   Manpreet Singh . Garry thinks a little before sliding his hand but when he does, hears a teary choked voice in punjabi from the other side  ” Happy Veer , Bebe Rab nu pyari ho gayi ”  (Brother, Our Mom is no more in this world )  , with the ech

#Fridayfotofiction is a weekly bloghop which celebrates fiction writing based on the photo prompt. All were enjoying Bonfire at the NariNiketan . But  as expected, Neha didn’t come out of her room . Everyone knew she gets  frightened at the sight of fire . Asha Didi   went   to her  and  again saw her   lost in her past as usual , browsing her wedding album. How enthusiastic she used to be earlier ! How the magical love in the college had made her  tie knot with Varun around the sacred fire ! But her family  just couldn’t satisfy the greed of her in-laws. How she became a victim of domestic violence and of Bride Burning !!! (Tears  were making  itching sensation while rolling down her burnt cheeks) Neha had somehow managed to escape  from her in-laws but her fifty percent burns  were just not allowing the terrifying memories to escape. “Neha , Don’t keep feeling like a victim, you are a survivor. Burn your past memories ,not your dreams ” Asha Didi fondled her. Today, Neha could gather

I was wearing the RED , but blushing red SHE  was. I was wondering at  the beauty of the RED saree , but feeling proud SHE was. Actually it was Karvachauth festival and I had worn my Mom’s  RED saree.  It was not an ordinary saree but my Mom’s RED Wedding Saree, the one  she had worn on her Big day more than four decades ago. Watching me wearing her outfit , she was feeling very happy. I could see the extraordinary smile on her face and the radiance in her eyes.  That day, that RED saree unfurled many memories before her eyes. My Mom hinted  Dad ” Did you see what our daughter is wearing today ?” Mom was doubtful if  Dad’s mind would be able to race back in time .  But Dad quickly gestured YES to the memories.  I think they shared many memories of their wedding even in that quick glance at each other, may be some of their honeymoon too which ofcourse they didn’t  want to share with me . Here  I write about their feelings & memories which were  shared in public : Seeing me dressed i

Yes I am fasting today . Today is the Karvachauth festival, which married Hindu women observe for their husbands . Yes I am fasting today , following all the traditions and customs .  But Why I fast on Karvachauth ? Sometimes my mind does doubt about what’s the real meaning of this day and what’s the logic behind. But overpowering my brain, my heart just loves to follow all the beautiful traditions for the man of my life. I am the girl who wears kurtis and leggings in routine, but prefers wearing a traditional outfit  on this day . The girl who doesn’t like wearing any jewellery, loves wearing mangalsutra on this day and feel proud too. The girl who , in routine , is always in sports shoes , is seen sentimentally smiling  to the chanchan sound of her payal  and toe rings. We do have arguments many times, even not talking to each other for days together, but still that love bond remains intact , rather it grows stronger. I am reminded of an incident of my life which happened few years a

#fridayfotofiction is a weekly bloghop which celebrates fiction writing based on the photo prompt. “Mam , I don’t know what the problem is.  My brother Aadi is behaving differently nowadays.  He seems isolated . Most of the time, he just wants to sleep, and  he gets irritated also over little things . ”  Ajay  asked the psychologist. She reacted  too  busy  to listen to  his problem and just advised  ” I think your brother is going through emotional exhaustion . Try to handle him with more love n care . ” Not happy with psychologist’s behaviour,  Ajay came  back home and  tried to find some reason out of his brother’s  belongings .  He got  panic stricken  when he found  Aadi’s  recent  sketches of jumping off from a building , coming in front of a fast train and hanging from the fan. Even before his brain could process what he saw  , Ajay heard a scream from the roof . He quickly ran upstairs but all he could see was  the  blood art sketch  of that psychologist  girl  . linking this p

#Fridayfotofiction is a weekly bloghop which celebrates fiction writing based on the photo prompt. Rohan was a smart and intelligent engineering student , always enthusiastic, having many dreams and aspirations . He  loved himself  the most  and  had a passion of   always capturing his  life’s smiles  in the camera. Life took a twist and he started loving someone else more than himself.  His heart started   singing  sentimental fairy tales for her but life didn’t want it to be duet song.  The intense one-sided  love outweighed his life’s aspirations and emptiness started engulfing his heart all the time . Feeling battered and shattered , the emptiness weighed so much that he just didn’t want to face the  cruel camera of life. He planned to find a better place than this emptiness. linking this post with Mayuri and Tina  I am taking my Alexa rank to next level with #Myfriendalexa There’s a heart warming  song “Emptiness”  , also known as ” Tune mere Jaana “,  sung by Gajendra Verma . The

ज़िंदगी में बहुत से लोग मिलते हैं , बिछड़ते हैं, सभी के साथ खट्टी मीठी यादें बनती हैं I किसी के साथ कुछ ही समय का  रिश्ता रहता है तो  किसी के साथ आजीवन रिश्ता बन जाता है I कई लोग सदा सम्पर्क में रहते हैं  पर कई लोग ऐसे भी आते है जीवन में जो सदा सम्पर्क में रहें  चाहे  न  रहें पर मन में उनकी यादें हमेशा बनी रहती हैं I वे भुलाये नहीं भूलते कॉलेज टाइम की बात है , youth festival  के लिए त्यारियां शुरू होने जा रही थी I  कई प्रकार की ऑडिशंस हो रही थी I किसी कमरे  में singing  का ऑडिशन , कहीं  dancing  तो कहीं  theatre  के लिए ऑडिशन I मैंने  भी सोचा  चलो इस बार थिएटर में कोशिश करके  देखी जाये I  बहुत से चाहवान स्टूडेंट्स आये हुए थे जो नाटक करने के इच्छुक थे I मैं भी डरते  डरते चली गयी ऑडिशन देने I  अभी भी याद है कि जब मेरी बारी आयी और डायरेक्टर Sir  ने कुछ एक्ट करने को कहा तो मैंने लाठी लिए एक बूढ़ी औरत  की एक्टिंग की I शाम तक  Sir  ने सभी के ऑडिशन लेने के बाद कॉलेज में से 7 स्टूडेंट्स को चुना जिनमे से 1  मैं भी थी I नाटक के लिए  7  की टीम बनाई गयी जिनमे  6  लड़के और  1 लड़की  I वो लड़की थी  मैं I

#fridayfotofiction is a weekly blog hop  which celebrates fiction writing based on the photo prompt .  I was   picturising    my  future , the one I would love .   I am an old lady , having thick glasses  on eyes and wrinkles all over . With  all my worldly  responsibilities over , I am living  a simple life in a simple  small home.  No complexity of any kind , no mad rush for anything   ,  but Just  You and Me. You know , whenever I am with you , may be just for a few minutes ,  I feel light , I feel calm , I feel powerful ,  I feel like you have taken away all my burdens .  That is why I want Just You and Me. But this  present complex life is constantly pulling me towards itself, leaving hardly any  time to sit with you , love you and be loved . At present ,   I have a big house and  lot many other worldly things  but without You , it   all  seems meaningless.  In future , I just want to be with  You . With You , I feel blessed , I feel at real peace , because you are the supreme pow

  जानते हैं ? मेरी माँ केवल 10 साल की है , पर मैं अपनी माँ को पहचानती नही हूँ , ना ही मैं अपने पिता को  पहचानती हूँ। अरे , मैं क्या , मेरे पिता को तो मेरी माँ भी नही पहचानती । यह है हमारे समाज का एक काला डरावना सच । मात्र दस साल की  गुड़िया   , जिसकी अभी गुड़िया से खेलने की उम्र है , एक  नन्ही सी गुड़िया की माँ बन गयी । दस साल ? केवल दस साल की उम्र ??? सुनकर धक्का सा लगता है , अचंभा सा होता है , पर  ये सच है , हमारे समाज का एक डरावना सच ।  दस साल की एक लड़की का रेप हो जाता है , वो गर्भवती हो जाती है , गर्भपात करवाने की इजाज़त के लिए कोर्ट में अपील की जाती है , लेकिन इजाज़त नही मिलती । डॉक्टर कहते हैं  लड़की अभी वयस्क नही है  , इसलिए माँ और बच्चे दोनों की जान को खतरा हो सकता है ।   यह घटना पिछले साल चंडीगढ़ में हुई और उस दस साल की लड़की  (जिसे हम  गुड़िया कहें या रेप पीड़िता ? ) ने 17 अगस्त 2017 को एक नन्ही सी गुड़िया को जन्म दिया । आप सोच सकते हैं दस साल की उम्र क्या होती है ?  वो  नादान बचपन , वो मासूमियत से भरा दिल , अटखेलियां करने की उम्र ,  ज़िन्दगी के सुनहरे सपने , सब काले धुँए की तरह होकर रह

Instance 1:– She came to me running with a joke to be told ,with a big smile on her face . Ohh! She was so happy ! Even before listening to the joke ,i could connect to her heart and feel the laughter and happiness present in her heart. We both started laughing loudly .The happiness had got multiplied. Instance 2 :– We had become friends that day only. She seemed to be upset. My heart could feel the pain in her eyes and her heart. I just held her hand and she opened her heart out. The pain came out flowing through her eyes and my heart instantly could connect to her feelings. Tears made a way from my heart towards my eyes too. ( although most of the times i try not to show my tears in public. I don’t know why i want to appear very bold outside although i am very emotional inside ) . Anyways, the pain and sorrow of a soul had got divided. This is what i think my secret superpower is ,FEELINGS I think many of us have this superpower, but maybe it has hidden somewhere in our busy and goal