My India ❤

My Flag – the Tricolor
Unfurled first on Everest,
world’s most highest peak
That delivers some message
And touches your feet.

Dark saffron, Pure white and Indian Green,
Broad horizontal band in lane,
That takes you to the tour of
How India fought all odds and pain.

The golden sparrow
Once slaved by white
Who took all from us
And left quite grey and light.

Later, shed blood to get the freedom
Left mother, family and children
To serve the needy in nation.

Some served by words and thoughts
Eradicate all evil practices
And made all strong and tough.

Some served by equally distributing the land
And taught them their rights and roles.

Bright sun shone after solar eclipse,
Bestowing people with lots of hope,
Effacing all failures from the past
India achieved success best and class.

India has its unity
Whenever there’s a need
Sharing at times of crises
It’s a value sown indeed.

Talent v/s Norms

Trapped by four corners of glass,
Striving to lift my dream, the upper class.
No windows, no doors
Just hardships scream its roars.

I dream, dream with eyes in open
Little scared with what if it is broken.

Caught in the midst of dream
Floating just like boat in the sea.

Later, a thought started lingering
across my mind that
How those scars hurt all mine.

Struggled. Struggled. Struggled in rain
Fought confident for nothing to go in vain.
Got intoxicated to follow my only lane.

Then sighed my heart, “You’ve almost made it,
But you’re stuck on the same page
As everyone around
And none in your supportive ground.

I took their words like a song on repeat
And again jumped upon as I was about to hit.

Declared “Fashion Designer of the Year”.

I played my game of love
Like I’ve got no other game to aim.

Yes, Hijab may succeed in hiding my face
But it failed in suppressing my talent.
That day, I saw who I am
That day, I compared how I was.

Beware of scars.
Don’t trap your brain
Let your society mock.
Let your ideas flow.
Then all will enjoy
your true self show.

Mobile Airbag

Phones have been getting slimmer and lighter, at the same time, they are also getting edge-to-edge displays and glass builds. While this makes the phone look stunning for sure, it also becomes equally fragile. The most announced smartphone companies like Samsung and apple have definitely worked upon delivering what actually their customers want. They build an app to trace the stolen mobile phones but sadly one thing that has not been tackled well even after so many years is how much the smartphones are prone to accidental drops.

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The touchscreen phones just take a moment to bring all the investment down to zero, more so to negative if you get a replacement (for example iPhones). We’ve always been through minor heart attacks when we’ve dropped our phones and prayed that it’s alright. Shattered phones or displays are also becoming increasingly expensive to fix. Well, it seems that we have a solution to this menace after these many years.

An engineering student, Frenzel from Germany has invented a new device that looks like a “mobile airbag” that inflates during the drops. The case is quite impressive. It is deployed with spider like legs that opens only when the case senses fall. The metal spring can be folded back up into the case, ready for the next time it fall.

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Frenzel has named his invention “AD case” where AD stands for “active damping”. And it started when he broke his smartphone by hurling his jacket on the banister. The fall was so impactful that the internals of the smartphone dropped out and scattered into bits and pieces. It was then that he embarked on a research.

Another innovation was struck earlier by Honda even before the above discussed air bag. Dubbed Case N, the phone accessory acts like a protective shell and if the handset is dropped, the six airbags immediately deploy. check out the airbag from the mentioned link http://a%20class=

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  • Honda creates emergency device that gives your phone a soft landing when you drop it.
  • The accessory, dubbed Case N, can be fitted to any smartphone.
  • When the phone is dropped, six built-in airbags inside the case deploy.
  • This prevents the phone from being scratched, dented or stolen.
  • Sadly the airbag is a concept created by Honda and isn’t available to buy.


Who is he ?

That morning, I was in a hurry.
I needed to reach the Hazrat Nizamuddin Railway Station as soon as possible, because the train was about to arrive.
The Delhi Traffic was at a bust and I had no hopes of reaching the platform anytime soon.
I booked a cab in a hurry and kept waiting. My eyes were constantly exercising over the dial.

Ahh !! Finally the cab signaled with the horn. Yes, it came pretty soon on time from what I expected it to. I rushed to the car as if I am going to handle the steering. After settling my luggage and myself, I switched on my own google maps and the small notes to ensure the driver was driving on the correct path.

I called my mother and told her that I had shared my location so she could trace me. I saw the driver looking at me from the rearview mirror. I knew he felt as if I was doubting him but, then, safety always comes first. As I kept my phone, he initiated a conversation remarking how very welI, I was aware and taking safety measures.

That was strange, I thought. My past experiences have told me that cab drivers did not like me doubting them, but here, this guy was appreciating me for doubting him. Strange !!

Being a keen observer, I observed, he was about 40 years old with a freckled face. He wore a good branded shirt and looked very determined. The sniff of his perfume was quite incensing. On the dashboard, I saw a small photo which appeared to be of his wife.

I smiled and looked out of the window.
He asked, “Where do you study, madam?”
I replied “NIT Hamirpur. Engineering”.
I felt dubious as why he is bothered about where I study.
He seemed impressive. He remarked how my father must be very proud of me, for studying in such a reputed institute.

He went on to tell me how he had a small daughter who was in the seventh standard and wanted to be a CID officer. I smiled reminiscing about my childhood days when I watched the show and aspired to be one. Maybe this child was the same.

He continued how she was always drawn to mysteries and wanted to serve the country by eliminating people who troubled the citizens. I was listening to all those stories silently observing his body language and how his eyes gleamed thinking of his daughter.

Suddenly his phone rang.
From the parts of the conversation, I heard “Yes Sir. I know it is important and I’ll have my life on it”.
Strange !!
The cab driver, having a boss and talking about life !
Maybe he has an alternate job for more income and a presentation he is putting his life into.

Few minutes were gone and again his phone rang.
This time, I knew it was his wife.
I heard “Take care of yourself and our daughter. I’ll be back”.
Strange. Again.
A churning sensation took place inside.
I knew I was safe but then 3 strange occurrences back to back couldn’t be ignored.
Why was he so apprehensive while talking over the phone?

Did I see a shiny teardrop in his eyes when he talked to his wife or all of it was just my wild mind making imagination?

Before I could ponder more, the station arrived. He put out my luggage and I paid him. Before leaving he remarked “Always make your father proud beta. They love their daughters to moon and back”.
I smiled. And bade farewell.
Still feeling uncomfortable.

I shoot down to the platform hurriedly. As I knew, there would be no one to help me perform the most popular scene of DDLJ.

Finally, next day I reached my paradise. The nature was quite pleasing and invigorating and when you have such a refreshing climate, you need to savour it with a cup of tea and newspaper in your arm chair. That morning, as I read the newspaper with my morning tea, I saw a known face.

My insides churned as I read on “A plainclothes policeman who was disguised as a cab driver from a month died yesterday tracing a serial killer who was killing women who were boarding his cab. He spotted the killer on the Nizamuddin station and took the lead. In the knock out encounter that followed, he succeeded in killing him but got gravely injured and succumbed to the injuries. Sadly, he is survived in the heart of his wife and 12-year-old daughter,who aspires to be like him, a police officer”.

His daughter’s dream, the tear in his eyes, his love for his daughter.
He had indeed, put his life in the mission.
It all made sense.
And so did the churning when I had bidden him farewell the earlier day, being unknowingly the last person he had ever talked to.

Leave this to love her❤

“It’s not how big the house is, it’s how happy the home is.”

Mr Kerry and his wife were living a healthy and lovely life. In their colourful marriage life, Mrs. Kerry got pregnant. He used to care incalculably for his “On Board” baby. Suddenly, the pain of delivery started. They immediately rushed to the hospital and the doctor began the operation. Now something disastrous happened. The operation was unsuccessful. “Congratulation! You got a baby girl but Sorry! We tried a lot to save your wife, we failed.”

Mr Kerry blown off insanely with pain. He took his baby child in palms and left the building. This immense and dreadful life added black holes to his life. He started alienating from all his acquaintances and daughter too. Unfortunately, he started taking drugs and pills. His goal in life wasn’t living…it was getting high. He was falling in a downward spiral towards a point of no return.

Over the years, he turned to cocaine, marijuana and alcohol under a false belief it would allow him to escape from his problems. It just made things worse. He had everything, a good job, money, a lovely daughter to spent the time,, yet he felt so empty inside. As if he had nothing. The upbringing of Sara was fostered by a home-maid.

From cooking till cleaning all tasks were performed by her maid. On her 6th birthday, she insisted her father for a dinner. They pulled out the car and kicked off for dinner. On their way, Mr Kerry felt suffocated. He paused near a footpath and asked her daughter to stay back in the car. He walked till 1 km, inhaled the drugs and returned back to the car. Sara undoubtedly, observed him and concluded it to be drugs. Still she loved her father the way he was. They reached the baker’s street and had the dinner.

Two days later, the maid informed of not coming tonight. But Mr Kerry didn’t bother much. That evening he inhaled the drugs, drank a bottle of alcohol and went off to bed. He didn’t care what his 6 years old daughter will eat. Later in the midnight at 3, he woke up and walked into kitchen for some food. He opened the fridge and found a sealed pack of pizza. He took out the box, opened it and found a letter “ Daddy, I have ordered our favourite pizza. I found you sleeping so I orderd it. Wake me up, daddy when you eat pizza. You know I never eat without you.”

The tears flow from his eyes. He realized how rude, selfish and callous these habits have made him. The caring letter from Sara changed her thoroughly. He decided to uphold the Anti – Drugs Treatment. The unconditional love of Sara saved her father. Once again they enjoyed a healthy, lovely an colourful lifestyle.

“OUR” Soldiers “BRAVE” Soldiers

He was getting old and paunchy,
His grey hairs were falling now fast
And he sat around the legion,
telling stories of his past.

Of the war he fought for
Of the sacrifice he held for.
How he became hero with the burn
And shone just like gold in the sun.

But sometimes, to his neighbours,
His tales became a joke
All the legion listened, whatever
He stood up and spoke.

He will not be mourned by many,
But his wife and son
About how simply he lived his life,
About how patriotically he fought for throughout his life.

When the potilician die, their body lie in state
And thousands proclaim them to be great
Even papers sing only their work of white.
Then why the sacrifice of soldiers is not focused in light ?

The one who protects the land is a soldier,
The one who respects the sand is a soldier,
The one who sacrifice his wife is a soldier,
The one who risk his life is just a soldier.

Still the politicians are offered luxurious pay
Though they did nothing, just rest like a slay.
The style a politician lives
Is sometimes disproportionate to what he gives.

While an ordinary soldier is paid off

With a medal and stipend in small.

If we cannot do him honor while he’s here to hear the praise,

Then at least let’s give him homage at the ending of his days.
Perhaps just a simple headline in a paper would say,
Our Country is in mourning, for a soldier died today.

She is my girl 💪

You may find my girl

On the roadside,
Smoking cigarette between her lips
And making perfect rings and whirls.

But that shouldn’t matter you much
Cigarette can’t point her character.

While chattering

You may find my girl
Knowing endless brands
of whisky and bear.
But all these can’t tear her image,
She’s not a savage.

You may find my girl,
Wearing short mini skirts,
Carrying trendy handbags all way,
And roaming decoratively all day.
But you don’t worry
We’ve discussed these plans.
The lights of your house
need to be kept off not loud.

It’s her choice
If she doesn’t mend dirty dishes,
If she doesn’t pick up broom and mop,
But all time just bake and make the cake.
It’s her wish
And I love her as she is
You need not be bothered.

It shouldn’t matter you much
If you find her standing with the boys.
You shouldn’t worry if I am her second husband.
We are mature
We are adult.
Infact daily soaps too teach us
Loving someone deeply though its your second marriage.

Overthinking often leads to hair loss
So dear neighbours now just take a little pause.
You shouldn’t be tensed about
If she is a working woman
If she earns more than me ( husband )
If she goes on dinner with her colleagues
And didn’t cook for me.
Do you know ?
Swiggy serves in our area too.

Dear Society,
You are very possessive for my girl
But trust me,
Its absolutely okay for me
If, being a husband;
I mend dirty dishes,
Hold the broom on weekends,
Cook food for my wife,
Carry her expensive shopping bags,
Or changing the diapers of my princess
That too late night while she’s sleeping.

She is my wife and
Not a servant to be trained
She too can earn, learn and have fun.
Let’s break these stereotypes
Let’s live our own life
Let’s share all the household chores
After all, trust lies at all these shores.

True Warrior 💪

A woman is the one who not only decorates her family and herself also. She lives with the trend to avoid being laggards. She spills all her emotions in a diary that helps her to remain calm and composed. Really, she is a true warrior.

She walks with beauty in the night,
And manages to look really very bright.

She wakes up with the sun,
And feed all on time with the fun.
She got children to tend,
Clothes to mend,
Juices to blend,
Still she manages to live with the trend.

She smiles in the dark,
She cries when there’s no one in the park.
She arranges everything on time,
Just like a professional before time.

She got company to feed,
5 days of every month to bleed,
Grasses to clean,
Shirts to press,
Still she’s anytime ready to buy a new dress.

Even when busy with some stuff,
They never found her rough.
She manages to shine all time just like a moon
And never fails to groom her family even under the roof.

In the deep dark night,
When everyone are sleeping very tight,
She opens the window
Feel the fresh air
Open up her hair
Ruffled them all
As if she’s very small.

She picks up the pen in hand,
And writes as if no one to stare.
She writes a letter to herself
Appraising her whole day work,
That’s really very tough.

She inks in her diary,
About all those words
That hurt her
About all those failures
That she pretended to never care for.

All this makes her happy
All this helps her to make others happy.

– Nidhi

Childhood Days

Those were the days…..

When we used to get up late
No worries of any day and date.
All I love to do was
Mould the clay
And play Gili Danda whole day.

When there was no fear for swinging on branches
And no worries for bathing in ponds.
When writing with chalks was passion
And incomplete HW was no more a tension.
When building house of cards was a dream
And remember, we’re eating biscuits only for the cream?

When Good Morning was sung as Goooood Morning
And Thank You was sung as Thaaaank Youuuu Teaaacher.
When 2 × 1 = 2 was uttered as Two Oneza Two.
We even had tiny fights while standing in a queue.
And remember, the love of wearing uniform thats very new ?

When we had all the lunch that mumma send
And drank all the juices that mumma blend.
We never bored to choose several dresses at trial
Because our Fancy dress competition was at prior.

When white vans were perceived as kidnapper’s van,
And Red car was perceived as the luckiest on land.
When ice cream sticks were used
To make a pen holder
And fevicol, to show that you are as brave as a soldier.

When rainy season was waited
to make small boats and sail them in water.
And sand was used
To cast the building blocks
As if we were engineer in talks.

Really, how beautiful the days were
How childish we were !!
How transparent we were !!
No worries to pretend just behaved as we were.

Though impossible, but we all wish
If we had Doremon’s Time machine
To visit back those days
Far from the business of loss and gain,
Away from the feelings of grief and pain,
To be that innocent child once again,
To live that good life once again.
And cherish all its beautiful rays once again.

Nipah Virus

What is Nipah Virus ?

Nipah virus ( NIV ) infection is a zoonotic disease that cause severe disease in both animals and humans.

Fruit Bats, also called as Flying Foxes of the Pteropodidae family, are the natural host of the virus. While Pigs, horses are the subsidiary host.

Nipah Virus was first identified during an outbreak in a small village named Nipah, Malaysia in 1998. And therefore it was named as “Nipah Virus”.

Later in 2004, NIV outbreak in Bangladesh. Humans became infected with NIV as a result of consuming dates and palms contaminated by fruit bats.

How does NIV get transmitted ?

NIV is present in the urine of Bats, potentially Bat faeces saliva, sweat and birthing fluids.

Whenever the sweat, saliva come in contact with the fruit bats, the fruits on tree gets infected.

The same was happened in Malaysia. The farmers were the first to become the victim of NIV. This virus is found mostly in the densed forest where Bats are found in numbers.

The farmers got infected with NIV and later it transmitted from human to human. Yes, NIV is contagious disease. It can be easily transmitted from one corner to another.

Symptoms of Nipah Virus :

Typically the syndromes are marked by——

Shortness of breathe
Mental confusion
Potentially death

During the outbreak in Malaysia, upto 50% of clinically apparent human cases died.

There is no vaccine for the virus yet, says the World Health Organisation. The main treatment for those infected is “intensive supportive care”, according to the UN health body.

How to take precaution ?

People had been asked not to drink date palm sap and toddy, which could be contaminated with bat saliva. They were also advised to not pick up fruits from the ground and fruits that might have been bitten.

Current picture of NIV :

The first casualties of the Nipah virus were reported from Changaroth panchayat in Kozhikode district in north Kerala.

So far, 12 people in northern Kerala have succumbed to the virus, for which there is no vaccination or cure while 19 are kept under treatment.

The samples sent to Bhopal lab included those samples taken from bats found in the house of the Kerala family, which is believed to be the epicenter of the disease. Officials found “many dead bats” in a well in that home.

The family was treated by Nurse Lini Puthussery, who also died on last week and left a heart-breaking note for her husband, which said “take care of our children”.

The health body, however, has not issued any specific advice to countries that have not been affected by the Nipah but has asked them to enhance the level of preparedness. The United Arab Emirates has asked its citizens to put off unnecessary travel to Kerala.

When the Nipah virus was identified as the cause of the unexplained consecutive deaths of siblings and their family members in Changaroth panchayat and the healthcare workers, the Kozhikode district collector has postponed exams, banned public gatherings and meetings, and ordered the closure of anganwadis and tuition classes, among others, till May 31.

The atmosphere in the state is more or less calm, people outside the state view it as a crisis, he adds. But the silver lining is that the government has acted very quickly, with no attempts to brush the issue under the carpet. “The message is that the state is not prioritising business over health.”