No Paan, No Jaan breathes UP

CM Yogi Adithyanath government pumps oxygen in heaven instead of hospitals. Loss of more than 60 children in BRD medical college hospital is shameful and outrageous.

Heard the reason they serve for loses of future pillars of this country, it's because hospital hadn't paid its dues to the supplier. UP health minister Siddharth Nath Singh has said"Disruption of oxygen supply in a hospital is a criminal offense and it's case of negligence if the disruption leads to death,Eating paan during working hours by a doctor is fatal to health care."

After every flaws we insert a new laws in our society. India faces such sadistic incidents every time but it never remains first nor will it be the last. 

Will government raise up to fix the health care system for poor people? Will humanity stay with hospitals and gas suppliers? Does suspension of principal and staffs bring back those tender lives back?Will media help viewers to know the reality around? Will the truth behind tragedy come out? What is the condition of parents who lost their children? Will the political parties stop debating,

bragging about their system of ruling of their past and present? Does all my questions receive a reply or it just remains a haunting question to Indians? I'm sure everyone is gonna forgot this incident until next incident jumps out to heartburn. 

Cries of those 60 Children echoes in                        four directions as rain 

We thunder, to secure our troubled                                   country,
We thunder, to do right inspite of                                    yesterday's wrong,
We thunder, to wake up and to be heard,
We thunder,to remain about your birth                     to protect and serve.
We thunder, to set aside our difference in a non partition way,
We thunder,to set aside politics and lend your ears for our personal feeling. 

Feeling Proud to be an Indian

Filling INDIAN in the column of Nationality in every verification form erects my nerves, fastens my blood and brings goosebumps. I love my country.India is a land of temples. Our tradition and culture makes every citizen an ultimate wellbeing. Indians set an example to other countries showing powerful message of unity and respect to each other. Youngsters are ferocious and delightful in developing our country and evolution of our cultures. 

Two Best things I love in my land:


Men in olive green with courage, outstanding power, devotion towards their duty,unmindful of heat waves,
cold winds makes my head bow to their feet. Many brave heroes sacrificed their lives for us. I have witnessed their wives and children situations, which cannot be explained through words. At least, let's take a moment and remember those gallant hearts towards our country's tranquility.


India has got dynamic women in every nook and corner of the city.
Their passion for work, fearless ideas and solutions, generating power to start ups, run successful ventures, holds her family as stigma holds the petals united,with fragrance of happiness and never forgets to bloom everyday in her own garden. 

Women who are freemales and single has got determination to face life's challenges. Majority of Indian women still struggle in the hands of their husbands and in laws. On the other side harassments and violence against her happens.It is not just a piece of information to make us worry of their living; it's a lesson and motivation to celebrate women for their unflappable spirit. 

Physically you could try to push her down but mentally she is a warrior to arise and survives her dreams. 

My triumphant salute to all Indian Women. 

Our country runs with wheels of Military heroes and Wonder women to reach the state of Developed country. 

Happy Independence Day!! 

This post is a part of Write over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

If we were having Coffee

Winter has arrived in a dribbling fall of iciness. But my love for you is constant. I quench my taste buds with you. I call you as "The Love Slush".

They advised and hided you from me for falling in love with your dashing bubbling froths. I became psyche without you. I broke all vertical and horizontal hurdles on our way and teared away prescriptions to get closer with you. You're exotic and relishing. Can't you know how I route you even from far away distance? 

I urge to hold you around my cold palms. Do you remember how we both get together? You were mine, no escaping either way. We kissed each other your bitter sweetness and aroma stimulated me to sip every mouth that lingers progressively with a lavish finish.

 am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words #6 

Interview With Celeb Blogger👩

It's time for an interview! I love interviewing Celebrity Bloggers because it gives a chance to learn and aspire. Here I have interviewed one such blogger whom I have got impressed upon her Words,Style,
Courage,Writing and Intellect.

About the Celeb Blogger:

She is an Interior Designer,
Photographer, travel freak, a blogger
and a mad hoarder of stationary and butterflies more than that she has got mammoth sized crush on SRK. She is none other than 
A Huge Shout Out to 📣
                🌿 SHALINI BAISIWALA 🌿

Who blogs on Her journey for blogging begun with letter writing hobby as a kid and now a serious blogger. She loves to read fantasy fiction. A day dreamer who loves to sip a good wine to add flavors and essence to her strong goals.

She has taken time off her busy schedule to answer my quirky questions to engage in conversation with me. 

As a token of gratitude, I would like to bundle up my thankfulness for her patience and love. Thank you SHALZ.

QN: 1)What would be your autobiography               called?                                    

 Shalzmojo came about from two things - Peeps fondly  call me Shalz and I love to do my thing (mojo - J is pronounced as H) Mojo means influence or magic power and I believe my mojo lets me live my life to the fullest!!

QN: About you in 5 Bollywood movie                     titles?

SHALINI:  1. Kal ho na ho - I believe in live and let live for we dont know what tomorrow holds for us
     2. Lamhe - I daydream of being in love with someone (very) mature and self possessed like the protagonist in this story
     3. Tamasha - I believe it could have been the story of my life till the creative me emerged and was allowed to blossom
      ( Sorry, cant think of anymore......)

QN: Describe women in 3 sentences? 

SHALINI: Women take tasks/work/chores very seriously and give it all of their heart and honesty.  They are compassionate beings, easy to forgive and make up and move on. Their never-say-die spirit also shows the immense resilience to face anything and everything with a lot of gumption.

QN: Given chance to play for Indian             Olympics. Which game would you            choose?

SHALINI:  Scrabble but dont think                                    thats yet a part of the                                               Olympics ;-)

QN:  What would your pet say about               you asked for a reference?

SHALINI: Control freak human who is                            anal about cleanliness but loves                   me to death, unconditionally!

QN: Recent funniest incident that                 made you laugh out loud?

SHALINI: Its not recent, but a persistent question that I hear most often and it always makes me laugh! 
"You live alone? Dont you feel scared?"
I just cant understand the shock that peeps (men & women, alike) express to hear this. Maybe I am being insensitive but living alone has nothing to do with feeling scared - its not a  horror movie or unpleasant circumstances all day, everyday. 

QN: What do you love and hate during travel?

SHALINI: Love the new places, people and exploring local cuisine! Best is to stay with a local family and then eat with them while exchanging tid bits of their daily life, recommendations for things to do and eat.....Hate it when I have pesky people peppering me to buy something or take a service- whether I want it or not. Like the infamous dilli ke autowallahs who buzz around the  exiting passengers, engulfing them in noxious Body odour and endless badgering!

QN: Recommend new food and places that one should enjoy before saying goodbye to this world?

SHALINI:  I dont know about new food but amongst the existing ones I feel peeps must enjoy Malabari cuisine once in their life. Travel - its a huge world out there but I feel Hampi in one incredible place to visit. Its got some of the most exquisite architecture and remains, atleast in India, that are steeped in history and beauty!

QN: Asked to invent appliances for women.What would you invent and why?

SHALINI:  I think women need a big boost of confidence in their day to day life and I would love to see an app/gadget that just injects a shot of it in them when they need it the most. Kinda like the Felix Felicis in Harry Potter.....

QN: Finally, how was my interview??

SHALINI: I dont think I have ever been interviewed like this and some of these questions really made me think hard to come up with interesting but honest answers. Very creative questions Shraesta and I hope I could do them justice. I am extrememly flattered to be invited for this. Thank you for the opportunity!

I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words #6 

A Letter to Pesticide Distributors and professional Pesticide Users

Dear Pesters,
                   Hope you are healthy. This letter is my friendly and pleasant request of voice on behalf of humankind. We intake your laborious reproduction of fruits and veggies. As the toad engulfs nestling birds those chemicals swallow up our toddlers and young growing up children health. Every time I step into supermarkets fluster flatters me inside with a dilemma of "Organic or Non Organic" Today, my head turns over to see lots of packets labelled as organic products for consumers but I doubt myself asking am I going to trap in a tight corner. We are born to run,fall,sweat,shed blood, fail, not to fill our pocket with money but to install our tummy with salubrious food. Let's make India green peace nation with health and prosperity.

I hope you lend your ears to our cry.
Let's bring back our nation's backbone with upright of our pest free farmers and vendors.

                                 Yours Organically,

I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words #6 

Ineffable Day of my life

Every month I climb 400 steps staircase that winds its way to Lord Venkateshwara temple as a meditative heal for me. When I was stepping up someone obviously didn't know a man with mushy white beard& long hair I encountered him on the trail during my visit. I just gave a sympathetic gaze on sweat drenched old man carrying a large bag on his back. I just paused under a fiery red leaves tree to catch my breath. Now,the old man gave back same sympathetic look over me and walked down towards me. I was densely marinated under fear. He took Rudraksh from his bag and handed over to me and said " Within two days you are gonna receive a good message ". He stepped down and moved. I turned around to see him but he vanished.I had a mixed feeling of fear and pleasure. That night I pestered my mother asking "Why me? What will happen? What's happening around me?".My mom just replied "Wait for two days.If you receive anything good I'll elaborate you." But somewhere, in my heart I had a belief with joy. That day, was born where my feet danced with rhythmic heart and pinched myself to believe the happiness of my life.

 I hugged my mom tightly and said, I know that old man was munivar or Rishi equable with divine superhuman which I eavesdropped while you and papa were talking momma 😜
That day and incident was ineffable experience in my life. 

I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words #6 

Madurai City with Love Fragrance💕

Madurai city in Tamilnadu is beautiful and opulent sight to every visitors. People of Madurai showers love by lending hand to give assistance. The city is well known for Meenakshi Amman Temple, Thirumalai nayakkar mahal, kallazhar temple and many more sacred places. Madurai is prominently called as Thoonga nagaram, meaning the city which never sleeps on account of active night life. 

When we enter the city,the blissful aroma of jasmine flower gives us a pleasure and a treat to our eyes. Tamil language has got it's own style of pronunciation and slang. Entering  into rural area of Madurai we could witness men and women taking care of bulls as their own children. Bulls are tamed with love and pride to participate in jallikattu event. This event helps men to prove their macho and win their love interest.

Food lovers you have got many street food options. My connection with Madurai has always been with the city's rich culinary heritage. Here, you could find masalas still hand grounded and factory made masalas are prohibited. Just give a try and wake up your taste buds with these yummies KARI DOSAI, GOLA URANDAI, IDLI at murugan idli kadai, PARUTHI PAAL, MEEN KUZHAMBU,PAROTTA,JIGARTHANDA
IDIYAPPAM with coconut milk.

Sarees are another unique to Madurai city. Sungadi saris and handloom cotton saris are very popular.

Time had come to bid goodbye to this charming town of Madurai with swelling memoirs. To soak into the soul of this city, visit and have a fun ride.

Madurai my Soul City 💞
I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words #6 

Resource I have Got


My teachers and professors are my resource who have loaded my gun with bullets to trigger out my knowledge and talents when the society works hard to pull me down.
They roasted me to bake into a fudgy choco cake to bring sweetness to my world. 

Strangers and offcomer have taught much in my life with their positive and negative racetracks. 

 "Whenever you lose, you run to win But Whenever you get ashamed, you run to achieve."
The world is filled with tiny tit bits through which we have to intake resources needed to grow up. 


Dictionary and Books gives me plenty of happiness and wealth to my heart and brain. They have supplied eagerness, creativity, love, competition,ideal. Especially Memoirs, deep pockets my mind with coruscating colors. Humor genre mitigates my cramps. Romance genre makes me engaged to excitement and mystery. 

I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words #6 

Treasures I have got

Treasures are divine sparkle you get when you are inside a water world with creepers of umbilical cord pumping you all nutrients.
Yes,she is my first treasure almighty gifted me with aroma of milk and moisturized my crying throat. One person in both godly and human natures. 

Collection of family and friends snapshots,gifts,letters preserving inside a treasure trove of delights. 

Fruits and Veggies are precious colorful gems scattered everywhere 
to esteem my body as a treasure.

Books are treasure box which makes me to engage in an activity of reading with great eagerness and enthusiasm to find wolfish food to my brain.

I thank god for giving me the mental and moral qualities of character and attitude as a casket of Treasure to spread aura during my undertone times. 

Feel proud of you, because you are an masterpiece in Treasure Island. 

I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words #6 

The Three Flowers --- EBook Review

The three flowers ebook holds unique inverse of micro poems in each alphabets of AtoZ. Micropoet Romila @novemberschild has rolled down her pen with words and voices to our emotion through her verses to express our troubles and happiness. Everyone has a way of expressing but she has swayed in her own style. Title The Three Flowers has really inclined readers by blooming out Happy, Embrace, Fascination flowers pouring out aromatic oils to give a therapeutic power of  enjoying micropoems through her fragrance of  ideas and creativity. I strongly recommend you readers to read out those micropoems to fall in love with her and book.

Romila the female monarch butterfly blogger has really inspired me by dragging me into the world of blog. She is one among the stars whom I look up to admire and aspire. Her passion and love towards writing made me feel WoWattaGirl? I wish her to keep inspiring a lot more budding bloggers with her consistent writing. Let her radiation glow in your social web pages.
Follow her blog

Do read The Three Flowers EBook by downloading here:

Happy Reading!
Forever my love and wishes to ROMILA

Once During rainy Days Wow prompt

Once during a rainy day, I became a plant to prosper my skin without the service of green trends.

Once during a rainy day,I became a peacock to open up my shy feathers to dance on song "Baarish" as a 
"Half girl peahen"

Once during a rainy day,I became a samosa so that my air fryer comes to life without suffering from Saffola.

Once during a rainy day, I became a rain(bow) from my casual shirt brand arrow to pair up with cupid.

Once during a rainy day,I became a umbrella,that my cramps and bloody are protected by Bella pads.

Once during a rainy day,I became a thunder to fetch my dry clothes from getting wet with the stamina of usain bolt.

Once during a rainy day, I became fan regulator to control my speed.

Once during a rainy day,I became drizzle to control chillness with appy fizz.

Once during a rainy day,I became a frog to croak out to comfy myself on the soft bed and blanket.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’

BARATHON-- Sun And Lovers

I hate dark sky studded with diamond
Love to wake up seeing clear sky with
Yellow bindi spreading beam warmly

I hate bats and owls fearing out my dreams
Love to hear fresh warbles and buzzes with fragrances

Darkness spreads evil to scatter, 
Sunlight spreads eagle to scavenge

Dark is an arc with emptiness,
Sun is a den with majestic lion

Love is thrown into heart, hate is
thrown into bubble of mind

Sun scorches but couches lovers
To lick ice creams, to fall more for
each other.

Sun loves skin to form kin with dope
Moon shines to fetch every reflection.

I'm writing this for #BARATHON by @blogarhythm1 on the prompt" Sun and Lovers".

BARATHON-- Lord Of The Files

Aunty in green whispered,it's him 
                   Look there 
He walked soggily in heat to drive,
Truck to carry goods, to fill up his 
Bag of tummy with money to live.
His hand always carries piles of files
Fortunately, without bloody piles in                                           bum
Everyone teased him for his poverty
Ambulance arrived at his home
Our people are well trained to watch and gossip about one's pain 
Aunty in green rushed into his home
Witnessed him as a corpse
He knows about his brain injury and criteria along with solution
Few organs are registered for                                         donation
Waited for any minute death, his                                   hand Carried files
He closed his eyes to open few eyes
His last breathe of oxygen gave life to                         others
Those teasing mouths, proudly named him "Lord Of The Files" 
To Inspire, To Pray,To Bow

I'm writing this for #BARATHON by @blogarhythm1 for the prompt "Lord Of The Files"