I won! I won! I won!

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Whoo! Finally I have won an award. I’m actually feeling so excited.  I was told that, this award is for new bloggers. Though I’m technically not a new blogger ( been around since 2010) but being an occasional blogger I could certainly fit the bill. I was nominated by the very lovely  Carolann  of  Traveling Wife Life. She has a candid and exciting blog and I think you would love it. So you can check it out yourself.

When you win this award you are bestowed with certain duties, which are as follows:

  1. Be grateful to the nominator and thank in profusion😉. Add a link to the nominator’s blog.
  2. Display the award proudly.
  3. Nominate 10 blogs of your choice and provide with 10 questions, so that you and others can get to know the authors better.
  4. Be honest or funny and answer your nominator’s questions.
  5. Notify the winners of the award about their achievement, so that they can proudly flaunt it around.:)

10 Questions from my nominator

  1. What inspired you to blog?
    (I’m glad someone actually asked me this)

My boredom inspired me to blog. That sounds very boring, I know. But that it is the             truth. That was the beginning, as boringly revealed by the name of the blog – Broadcast       from a Broody Moody Mind. I think I carried a part of my whinny teenage into my 20s         and it stayed on resulting in a broody moody mind. But in my 30 I’m more comfortable       with myself. I do want to rename blog to “The Goddess of Small Things” as I have                 realised that there is nothing broody moody about the blog. But procrastination sees to       it that the name clings on.

2.  If you had one wish, what would you wish for?

I guess, I would be greedier and with my one wish I would ask for several wishes…😀

3. What is your favorite color?

Oh, that’s almost like asking who is your favorite author. Hmm, I like wearing black,             shades of dark blue, and maroon a lot. I like greys too. I hate wearing white but I like the     interiors of my house white as it makes it look more spacious and clean. I think I like           different colours for different purposes. For my clothing, for my daughter’s, for the               curtains, and on goes the list.

4.  Love or Money?

Any day, love, love and only love.

5. Chocolate or Vanilla?

Being a plain Jane I would pick vanilla and contrary to the popular belief, I believe                vanilla is not so plain.

6. If you were able to time travel would you go to the past or the future?

I would rather be in my present as it is so beautiful.

7. Would you rather cook or bake?

Cook. Baking always ends up in a disaster.😦

8. What is your favorite brand of makeup?

I’m not much of makeup person. I simply dont know the ABCs of it. I would love to               master it. Nevertheless, I cannot live without my eyeliner.

9. Black and white or color?

All three.

10. What is your go to hair style?

Straight from bed/ pig tail. ( I know I’m boring)

Nominees

  1. Mumluvs
  2. Claire, Collected
  3. ultimatemakes
  4. DIY in a Dorm ( I know it has already been nominated by someone else. But I love the contents)
  5. love, audra
  6. Made New Home Furnishings
  7. Shawna Morris DIY
  8. Miss Caly
  9. My DIY Hodge Podge Life
  10. The DIY Pharmacist

Questions for the nominees

  1. If you had to describe yourself best with just one adjective, what would that be?
  2. What are the things that makes you feel alive?
  3. Tell me a funny or sweet anecdote from your school life, which still makes you giggle like a little girl.
  4. What according to you is the best part of DIY?
  5. If you were marooned in an island, what are the five things that you would take with you?
  6. Are you driven by emotions or reasons?
  7. Who is the one person that you admire the most?
  8. Where do you draw your DIY inspirations from?
  9. What is happiness for you?
  10. What are ideal ways of killing boredom?
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Wall Art!

I live in a rented apartment. I guess, I would be here for a year or so. For the same reason, I don’t have plans to invest lot of time or money on wall art but at the same time, I want the place to look very much a home for my family. Especially for my little girl. So from time to time I indulge in DIYs and see what little I can do to spruce up the place.

From my experience what I have learned is that you don’t need a lot of money to do fabulous home decor but time and imagination in abundance. Even if you do not have imagination, do you worry, you can always borrow some from Pinterest.:)

Here is a simple DIY wall art, which does not require a lot of time or effort but at the same time makes you feel at home.

How to:

  1. Take some photos, arrange them and paste them on the wall in a heart shape or any other shape of your choice.

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2. Add some 3D stickers. It cost me 7 Euros.

3. Finally add a clock or even a sunburst mirror would be awesome.

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Simple yet attractive and covers the majority of an otherwise bland wall. It is ideal for your kids nursery or play-area.

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How to spruce up your window with a mini garden

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A simple mini garden can do wonders to the look of your, otherwise mundane, window. Not only does it lend a vibrant look to your window but also changes the entire mood of the room. It is simple to make and rather inexpensive. All you need is a lot of imagination. So, put on your creative hat and your apron. The best thing is, even if you follow my tutorial, you will end up creating a unique mini garden piece. As you progress you will find that ideas come to you naturally. And the best thing is you can keep changing the look of it every week or so. Simply add or remove some of the items.

How to:

1. Take a carton and cut it open to form a tray or simply take a tray. I have used the carton in which strawberries come.

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2. Paint it with the colour of your choice.

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I have used yellow as it is a bright and sunny colour.

3. Let it dry.

4. Line the tray with a plastic sheet. This step is optional.

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5. Now use your imagination to create a mini garden in the given space. I have added the following things:
a) a flowering plant. The plant cost me 3.99€.

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b) some add on to the flowers…

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These cost me .99€ and .49€ respectively.

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c) a nice flower pot, which cost me 3. 49€.

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d) a cactus and small flower pot, which cost me 2.99€ each.

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( oh! doesn’t it look a darling???)

e) a lantern, which cost me 4.99€.

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You can use any lantern. It adds a charm to the whole thing.

f) some round stones or pebbles.

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g) two pine cones , which I picked it from my backyard and coloured it.

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h) terracotta figure.
I bought a mushroom for 1€.

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i) finally some candles.

6. Now place the items according to your taste.

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And finally, you have your mini garden.
This window is adjacent to my dinning table. At night we simply light a candle in the lantern, which adds a romantic aura to the room.

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The following picture was taken a few weeks after this, when I gave my mini garden a little make-over.

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To be or Not to be?

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We are all caught in a constant soliloquy of To be or Not to be.  A war in which we painstakingly take turns to be on each side.  We have all been in that boat, at least once; weighing the pros and cons. For many it is a process through which a well calculated or thought-about decision can be achieved and yet for many others, it is a façade for procrastination and to be simply sitting on the fence.

I’m also at the moment caught in a soliloquy of To be or Not to be. I was a career oriented girl. Someone who believed (and still believes) that every person should earn their living and make an identity for themselves; irrespective of the gender. But now a mother of a child. I’m a stay-at-home-mom, not out of compulsion or choice but out necessity. I know this is a topic of never-ending debate. One where people can get very vocal about.

For me this is something very personal, the woman herself has to take the decision. I have been reading quite a lot of blogs and articles written for and against it. Trust me, I completely did agree with both the views. Each author had his/her own reasons to give their voice a convincing tinge.

My mother was a working woman who left her career to bring up her children. She did that out of necessity of course, but not out of choice. Even to this day, in the back of her mind she stores the regret. As a daughter I can see that and I can also relate to that and to a certain extend feel that. I also know some women who are complacent with their lives having given upon their high-profile jobs for bringing up their children.

After the much tug of war, I have come to the conclusion that wanting a career is not being selfish or loving your child less but it is all about wanting self-worth. To celebrate and cherish yourself. So that you can be happy as a mother and a person. Whatever your decision is, it should lead you to happiness. Continue reading

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Pen holder or Organizer

wpid-img_20140814_0952214742.jpg.jpegThis is a pen holder/stationery supplies organizer that I have made by up-cycling Pringles can. It is really easy and makes a useful product and you get a chance to unleash your creativity.

What you need to begin.

1. an empty Pringles can or something similar to it.pringles

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2. a knife

3. craft strips or patterned tapes or cut out strips from magazines to form colourful patterns.

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4. a pair of scissors.

5. hot glue gun or super glue.

6. a piece of tile/wood/ cardboard or anything of your choice to form the base of the organizer. In this, I have used a thin slab of concrete piece

7. decorative items of your choice

How to make.

1. Cut the can into three cylinders of variable length using the knife. One cylinder should be ideal to hold pen, pencil, scale etc.

2. Paste the strips or tapes on each of the cylinders using glue. Add different patterned strips to make it colourful.

3. Paste the strips on the piece of tile/ wood using glue. You can completely mask the tile with colourful strips.

4. Use hot glue gun or super glue to fix the cylinders on the tile that you have decorated.

You may also add decorative items  to add to the beauty of  the pen holder. I have used candles and butterfly cut-outs to accentuate the beauty of the organizer.

Note: If you’re planning to add candles to the organizer you should think twice before lighting it.:)

Happy Crafting:)

 

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Potato skined

This is a rewritten post, you can find the original post here.

After finishing lunch and cleaning the kitchen, it is her routine, every afternoon, to mull over and decide tomorrow’s menu. That’s one of the most important decisions she takes everyday. She has complete monopoly over the decisions. But there are times when she gives in for the demands of the kids. She lives with her husband and teen-aged kids, who have lives of their own. She, in turn, has found a life of her own in the household chores.

That afternoon, after a lot of consideration she decides and the idea excites her. She hasn’t had Masala Dosa in a long while. The hiss of dosa batter when you pour it on the hot pan gives her goosebumps and the smell of golden brown dosa as you pour ghee over it fills her nostrils. She finds her mouth-watering. She gets up from her chair and goes to the kitchen to see if she has the necessary supplies. Finding that the supply of potatoes is too short, she decides to go for grocery shopping, which being one of her other important decisions of a day.

That evening, she keeps the dosa batter ready. Next morning, she enthusiastically checks the batter to find it nicely fermented and ready for dosa. To make the masala, she picks the potatoes from yesterday’s purchase. She remembers of having two left over from the previous supply. She picks those and finds them rotten. No, they are not rotten but look wrinkled. Then she remembers that it’s been more than a month. She looks at the old potatoes and the new ones. Then gently run her fingers on the wrinkled skin of the old potato.  It was like hers. Once smooth and fresh but now wrinkled. Suddenly, her enthusiasm is completely swept away like waves that came excitedly to greet the shore but retreating in disappointment. She no longer wants to cook. She sits on the couch with a heavy heart.

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The voices of her husband and children from the dining room reach her. She knows they are waiting for their breakfast. When they see her sitting on the couch, they ask why the breakfast is not yet ready. Each person voicing his or her own concerns – I have a meeting, my school bus will come, I have a debate at college… She doesn’t hear anything properly but she knows that no one has asked her what happened to her.

 

 

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Driven by Ego

8 years of marriage has played havoc to their relationship of 12 years. Back in college, everyone thought their relationship was impenetrable to any of those petty things that may cause a relationship to fail. Smart, go-getters, energetic, successful, and devoted to each other. They both were and are all of these but devoted to each other.

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After marriage, they both decided to build their careers before building their family further. Every year one of their impending promotions shelved the idea of having a baby for one more year. By the 6th year, they both had conveniently forgotten about the idea of a baby. They were further engulfed in their own career and the gulf between them deepened. Initially, they didn’t notice and when they did;  they pretended not to notice. But it became apparent when she was promoted as the Vice President of the company she was working. That evening when she triumphantly announced the good news to him, instead of congratulating her he smirked at her. His own inability to rise to such a position had aroused the green-eyed monster in him. He said, ” Oh! that’s one of those fancy titles corporate world endows on women. In reality, these don’t mean a thing. Compare our positions. I have more power and influence than you sans the fancy title.”  The response irked her not to a small extent. In her rage she blurted out,” Let’s not talk about fancy titles or power or influence. We both know I get paid more than you even before I was endowed with this so-called fancy title. If you haven’t made it to where you wanted to be, don’t take it out on others.”

That was the starting point. What started as a spark rapidly turned into a wildfire fueled by burgeoning ego. Things started falling apart and reached a point where they could not and would not stand each other.

One day, he demanded for divorce thinking that she would break down hearing that. She never expected that but she was adamant she wouldn’t give him the chance of seeing her vulnerable. She consented to it even when she didn’t want it. Even he didn’t want a divorce. It was only to frighten her but he hadn’t expected her to give consent so easily. Now, there was no going back. Neither of them wanted it but they soon found themselves giving petition for a divorce by mutual consent.

She hoped against all the hopes that he would say let’s forget this and get on with our lives together. She had decided if he makes the first move she would bury her ego and mend things and even give up her career. But he should say it and to let him know her mind, her pride wouldn’t let her.

On the other side, he wanted to hold her and say “I don’t want any of these, all I want is you”. But lacked the courage and his ego wouldn’t let him do that.

Finally, the day arrived to put everything down on black and white. To sign the papers and end it all. Both of them signed and when coming out of the court they both looked at each other, the mask of ego fell off. They couldn’t betray their true feeling. Both looked devastated but their ego held them back. They got on their respective cars and drove off to opposite directions.

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The Girl Who Killed the Shawshank Redemption

This was roughly 6 months ago and I’m still  fuming over it. I haven’t dated anyone after that. I’m a medical laboratory technologist. Being in this line of work it is not easy for me to meet interesting people. But I chanced to meet someone interesting. A young literature student. Intelligent and beautiful. You see, this combination is very hard for me to find. My dating statistics is very numerable. In that history, she was the first one of this combination.

She was well read, which did not come to me as a surprise as she was a literature student and was as pretty as the girl on the cover page of a fashion magazine. I would have been quite nervous around her hadn’t we engaged in conversation about books. I’m not much of a reader but I like discussing characters, plots. I never had the patience to go through an entire book. To compensate that I watch movies. I like analyzing the plot, the characters, and the narrative style. Talking to her was a like reading a book you cannot put down (an expression I borrowed).

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I was on cloud nine until we decided to go for a movie. As the plot of the movie slowly and yet dramatically unfolded, she kept asking, “What is going to happen next?, Will she tell him?” I thought she didn’t  understand that I too haven’t watched the movie, even though  I was the one who suggested her that we go for it. As quietly as possible, I told her that I too haven’t watched the movie. Already we were inviting glares in the darkness of cinema from other spectators. I thought my clarification of the fact that I too haven’t watched the movie would put things to rest. I was mistaken, she kept asking me, “Will she? Won’t he? What is going to happen?” By the end of the movie, I was at my wits’ end.

But when we emerged out of the movie, she was innocently talking about the movie, that my madness melted away. And I realized she was more beautiful than the girl in the movie. I told myself that a pretty girl like this can’t handle so much suspense and I should have suggested something lighter.

Things went smoothly until we decided to go for a movie again. This time it was a romantic comedy and I was sure this time I wont face similar problems. As the movie began, so did her chatter -” Will he? Won’t he?” It was simple mindless comedy with not even an element of suspense. By then I was angry, so were the rest of the people who were sitting next to us. By the end of the movie, I was mad. I decided to broach the subject that had bothered me for a while. I asked her nonchalantly, “Why do you keep asking what is going to happen in the movie, when we both don’t know? Aren’t you spoiling the fun of the movie? ” She looked quite surprised and said, ” No.” That was it. I didn’t feel like pursuing the subject any further. I decided it is probably the best that I avoided watching movies with her.

A month went by and we were in the most comfortable place of our relationship. One day I asked her to move in with me. She laughed and asked me, ” Isn’t it a little too early?” I had to convince her that there is no such thing as the right time and finally she nodded yes. After a week, she moved in. She had more books than clothes and that impressed me because that’s the kind of girl I wanted in  my life.

One evening, I was going through her collection of DVDs and she was telling which one is her favorite and about the direction, script and so on. Until I came upon The Shawshank Redemption. She said it was her all time favorite and was surprised that I haven’t seen it yet. She urged me to watch the movie. I made lame attempts not to watch it. But she was adamant and I thought to myself what danger can it have as she has already watched the movie.

So we began watching the movie, she lying on my lap. By the second half the movie, I was completely engrossed in the movie. It was then, when I least expected it, she jumped in and told me, ” You know what happens next. Nah, you will never guess it. He….” and she revealed the suspense to me. I turned to look at her in surprise. She had a face of an innocent kid but that didn’t register my mind. I asked her to pack her belonging and leave.

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Potato skin

It is her routine, every afternoon, to mull over and decide tomorrow’s menu. That’s one of the most important decisions she takes everyday. She has complete monopoly over the decisions. But at times she gives in for the demands of the kids.

After a lot of consideration, she decides and she is excited. She hasn’t had Masala Dosa in a long while. The idea of it excites her. She gets up from her chair and goes to the kitchen to see if she has the necessary supplies. Finding that the supply of potatoes is too short, she decides to go for grocery shopping, which being one of her other important decisions of a day.

That evening, she keeps the dosa batter ready. Next day, the enthusiasm has not cooled off. She checks the batter to find it nicely done and ready for dosa. To make the masala, she picks the potatoes from yesterday’s purchase. She remembers of having two left over from the previous supply. She picks those two. Though the potatoes are not rotten, they look wrinkled. In fact, those are from last month’s supply. She looks at the old potatoes and the new ones. Then gently run her fingers on the wrinkled skin of the old potato.  It was like hers. Once smooth and fresh but now wrinkled. Suddenly, her enthusiasm is completely swept away. She no longer wants to cook. She sits on the couch with a heavy heart.

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It’s breakfast time; her husband and children are at the dinning table waiting for the breakfast. When they see her sitting on the couch, they ask why the breakfast is not yet ready. Each person voicing his or her own concerns – I have a meeting, my school bus will come, I have a debate at college… She doesn’t hear anything properly but she knows that no one has asked her what happened to her.

 

 

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The Violinist

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I’m a photographer by profession and a loner by nature – that’s me in a nutshell. Long back, for one of my photography assignments, I had moved to the countryside; rented a cottage for couple of months. Mostly, I was on the fields chasing the sun and nature through my lens. On one evening, I heard a melancholic rendering from a violin. It was breathtakingly enchanting yet heart-wrenchingly melancholic. It was coming from somewhere near by. I listened to it, till it lasted, tears streaming down my cheeks. I don’ t remember when was the last time cried. I don’t remember. It must have been ages. All my bottled up pain was washed out. I remembered about the losses I suffered and the heart breaks I survived.

Slowly, it became my routine to long for the music in the evenings so that I could chew on my past. Soon I started longing for the creator of that music. I wanted to know about the creator.

Next morning, when my driver came, I asked him about the source of the music. He told me, ” Oh! that’s Eleena. A very lovely and talented girl. Comes from an aristocratic family. Her parents were musicians. She knows how to play more than 15 instruments and has made her own instrument as well. Her parents had a tragic ending. All they left her were a huge house with lot of musical instruments, a legacy of music, and loans and mortgages. She sold everything to payoff the debts. But she managed to salvage some of the musical instruments. Now, lives here in a cottage with an old woman and teaches kids music.”

With this much information, I was bend on trying to meet her in person. One evening, in the pretext of taking photographs, I went near the old cottage. There she was standing in the grass field pouring her heart through the violin. The lighting was perfect, the dusky sky, the golden field and a solitary girl with her violin. I clicked the moment. As if from a reverie, she came to life. I was at loss but soon I regained my cool and introduced myself and told what I was doing there.

Within a month, we became good friends. One day, I asked her, “What is so special about the violin? You seem quite attached to it.” She looked at me as if trying to see through me  and then said,” Violin is the most human of all musical instruments. A good companion and a shoulder to lean on. While playing the violin you literally lean on to it and pour out your heart, and in return it sings with you voicing the same emotions you feel. ”

What she said remains in my heart and to this day,  when I see a violin I remember her and gently place my head on it and I feel  like I’m leaning on her.

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