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This is one of my favorite’s “Photo frame” :). Before i actually knew what Quilling is, i did this piece of work seeing a pic in Google :).

You guys would be wondering what am i talking about 😛 Well, QUILLING is an art of creating patterns using Paper strings as defined by an amateur quiller [that’s me :D].

So here goes the frame i made. Hope you all like it… 🙂

Quilled Frame

The Photo Frame


I gifted my friend recently on her b’day with a pen stand. I wanted to try something different for once than the usual quilled and painted cards. So, goes my pen stand made of wasted one A4 sheets.

When i started rolling the sheets to give my gift a shape, i was amazed to know that i am enjoying doing this, which i thought would be a nightmare for me at first. I could feel the sense of happiness it imparts and refreshes the mind. For few hours i was in a different world altogether. Like a kid trying to paint for the first time i was excited to see the output. I remember seeing how to make these pen stands on TV during school days.

I realized how small things can influence our mood. When we get ourselves into trying new things we tend to give our best possible to make it a success. It could transport us to a world where its only you and your creative ideas. It was feel good after i saw the result of my hard work [not very hard for a task though :P].

Here are some snaps of the gift…

The Gift 🙂

Side View 😉

Top view !

Someone rightly said once
“Return something not for the possibility of a reward, but for the joy of giving a gift which you did not have to pay for.” ― Jarod Kintz

Keep gifting and be gifted with bliss for life 🙂

Women Of My Life…

She loves, cares, feeds, holds me at every step as a MOTHER,
She teaches me about tradition,culture and well being as a GRANNY,
She guides, imparts knowledge and took care of me at school and college as a TEACHER(S),
She fights,  shares, rejoices for my life as a SISTER(S),
She gives company, entertains, supports, shares my happiness sorrow and grief as a FRIEND(S),
She instructs, shares, cares for me as a COLLEAGUE(S),
She will take care of me at my in-laws, and she is my second MOTHER,
She will define a new meaning and spirit to my life as a DAUGHTER,
She brings a smile on my face in the society as a STRANGER,

And she is a WOMAN. The most wonderful, beautiful, strong, caring, loving, able, determined, sensitive, fragile, delicate. And the only being who can bring a new LIFE to earth. This women’s day lets make every women of our life feel special and let the Princess and Queen not fade in her heart throughout her LIFE.

I thank all the pretty women in my life and wish you all a very HAPPY WOMEN’s DAY. I am not this without you all 🙂 [Bow]


காதலை பற்றி பேசுபவர்களை விட,
காதலில் வாழ்பவர்களுக்கு தான் அதன் முழு அர்த்தம் புரியும்…
தனக்காக மட்டும் என்னும் இந்த அவசர உலகில்,
நம் இதயம் மட்டும் மற்றொரு உயிருக்காக துடிக்கும்…
நம் வாழ்கையில் எடுத்து வைக்கும் ஒவொரு படியிலும் மற்றொரு உயிர் உடன் வரும்…
காதலித்து பார் நீ கூட கவிஞன் ஆவாய்…
காதலை வாழ வைக்கும் காதலர்களுக்கும்,
காதலை வாழவைக்க போகும் வருங்கால காதலர்களுக்கும்…

“என் இனிய காதலர் தின வாழ்த்துக்கள் :)”

To all the people in love, and the one’s who will be in love sooner or later, Belated Valentine’s day 🙂

Courtesy my Anni 😉

Who are “YOU”??

“YOU” are still a mystery!
I dream of you,
I wish for you,
I hope to be with you,
I pray for you to be mine,
I think of you day and night,
I wanna feel your presence always,
I desire to get myself consoled only by your words,
I would want to melt my sorrow in your arms.

Your thoughts makes me smile,
Your words gave me happiness,
Your scoldings made my day,
Your temper gave me tears.

Inspite of all the pains i get through you, i like you from the bottom of my heart.
You are my life,
You are my dream,


Who are "YOU"??

Who are “YOU”??

Hi friends..:)
Finally i am back after 2 years of Inactivity on this world of BLISS..Hope you enjoy reading.

15th august 1947- Independance Day, it’s a day very significant for every Indian. The day our nation was freed from the clutches of the wicked,money minded britishers. Well i am not gonna talk about the history of the day as such, it’s my history with August 15 :). 66 years since the nation celebrated it’s first day of freedom and i see a sea of changes to the relevance of this day in my life since i knew about independence day.

Childhood is the most beautiful of all life’s seasons. ~Anonymous

My childhood with this day has lots of memories that i cherish for my lifetime. And here goes a few of them…

The first thing i used to think of as a small kid every Aug 15th is “a Half Day” at school and rest of the day at home to sleep. Kinder garden and primary school days independence were the same every year as far as i remember. The most common events that precede Flag hoisting in every school would be,

    Patriotic group songs
    Inspiring speeches[which i would never understand] in english and hindi by students from all grades always focusing on freedom fighters and leaders.
    Principal ka boring lecture 😛
    Plays on gandhi’s dandi yaatra, jaliyanwala khand, Bhagath singh stories.

These are the very common things followed by sweets and chocolates distribution to kids and parents. This sort of small blessings always delighted me as a child of less than 10 years of age.Those were days when i hardly understood what was happening around me.

Then came the days wherein i started understanding what this day is all about, and it was my 6th std when i first gave a speech on independence day. I was supposed to talk about the day. It was the first time i ever spoke on stage other than singing,till the dead minute lot of fear and nervousness went through my mind. But once on stage,the mere sight of being able to see the whole school donned in colors of Indian flag and students dressed up in White with tricolor ribbons, gives an amazing feeling.I realized how much people rever the Day.I wish i had a camera back then 😦 missed to freeze those moments!!

When it came to my 7th i remember being a part of the independence day dumbbells team. We were supposed to move hands and legs as per the loud boisterous DRUM beats…i could hear the beats ringing in my head, the rythm. Everything used to be so exciting and new. The days of rehearsals were most memorable part than the day by itself. We would bunk classes in the name of rehearsals and watch the dance,songs and skits being rehearsed rather than doing our dumbbells part. Every time we miss the rehearsals,we would get smacked by the PET teacher, with a long raw neem stick on our knuckles..i could feel the terror even now when i type this :(.Then came the D Day and we all got dressed in white skirts and shirts with ribbons tied to our wrists and head. I still remember the color i got “The glorious GREEN” part of our flag.The movements we all did matching to the drum beats ,the synchronisation and coordination used to be jaw droppingly amazing and perfect. Not to forget the favour of extra chocolates for being a part of events WONDERFUL.

8th std was different from the rest for i was a part of the karate demo group. We used to get trained by our seniors like anything.I know my friends here at Chennai would not believe i was a part of such a thing. I remember being hit by the girl besides me every time, when she tries one of those Kicks and defensive moves, nevertheless enjoyed every part of the practise and THE SHOW on Independence day. By this year got bored with the routine sweet that we used to get from school, the “sweet boondhi” ..huh. But none of us cared what we get, it’s the mere speciality of the day that kept us happy every year. It was no more “HALF dAY Leave” days 😉 After the flag hoisting, events and sweets we friends used to roam the entire locality of our school Kendriya Vidyalaya, which was located in the centre of CRPF boundary in Nagpur. We used to go and buy special sweets from the CRPF canteen “the besan ka burfi” with our pocket money. I loved those, i regret not being able to have those again.

Unlike my days in nagpur the independence day celebrations down south at Chennai was different. Confused??? We shifted to Chennai and i was put into KV here. I was just the part of morning choir on independence day and rest of the day sit and see the dances and songs. There was not much of the Hindi elements though we had few of speeches.I missed my school at nagpur. The 11th std saw another change of school for me and i was a part of the parade. I represented the “ANNIE BESANT” house [We used to have students split into 4 groups named after famous Ladies of the country], standing right behind the flag bearer of the house felt so good. I could visualize the costume we were in 😛 White salwars , sky blue coats representing the House, and walking back and forth in the ground to beats of DRUMS..Nostalgia ..:O!!

The college days were most boring as i could never make it to the independence day as the mere fact of travelling for hours from home threatened me and i preferred staying at home and watch the PM hoisting flag at Delhi in Doordarshan. I wonder what we all would have done without this DD [Wait for a post on this channel soon…].Once i started working, it became more of nothing, it just meant another holiday. since 2007 i had never witnessed a flag hoisting until 2012 [i know its not a thing to be proud of]. But i am sure there are people who share the same story as mine after school days. This year i must thank the Team Everest an NGO which gave me a chance to be a part of Independance day celebration of a school in chennai. The day took me down my memory lane as a consequence of which i happened to write this blog. The joy of wearing the Indian flag as a batch and being able to proudly salute the most beautiful thing [for every Indian] on earth OUR NATIONAL FLAG feels so great. The school kids represented the Kid i was years back. This time i had my camera and i am fortunate enough to capture the wonderful moments for these little kids :). I made a resolution, that i would visit some school every year on this day.

Thank you Team Everest and Colors of Life for making me re-live my school days:).I miss you KV CRPF Nagpur:( I would some day visit you and would want to be filled with all the great memories you gave me as school KID.

If this blog made even 1 person relive his/her independance day celebrations the purpose of the blog is done. Before i bid are few snaps of 15th Aug 2012 🙂 My clicks ;)…….

The Wait!

The Wait for the Moment “Flag Hoisting” !

At the assembly before flag hoisting :)

At the assembly before flag hoisting 🙂

Tiny Tots

Tiny Tots ❤

Kids Enjoying their roles ...
The Leaders :)

The Future Leaders 🙂

The Flag

“The Hoisted flag @Pallavaram Station”

See you all in another post 🙂

“Some like Sunday, some like Monday, but I like my BIRTHDAY :):)”

Is there anyone who doesn’t agree to this statement from their perspective?? Each one of us like our birthdays the most. Every Birthday brings in new hopes, desires, wishes, gifts, surprises, parties, blessings and memories of the special day. So was mine ;).

Three months back I shifted to Hyderabad because of my job. Presently, I am comfortably settled in the cyber city. It was my first hostel stay in 21 years. Staying at hostel with my colleagues, I was eagerly awaiting to see what this birthday is gonna be like. Like I do every night, went to bed early with the hopes of new start to my year. After a lazy, tiring day I tried to settle in my bed and catch up with a nap. It was around 10:30 PM, when my roomie came in and said “how can I let u sleep peacefully when I am not able to sleep”. She began to do all sorts of things to keep me awake. That’s when I first guessed that something is cooking in her mind ;). But I didn’t show it out; she got tired and let me sleep… Pavam Theja (My roomie) :D.

I was in dreams, celebrating my B’day with family and friends at Chennai, when I felt there is something happening irrelevant to the situation in my dream. It took me sometime to realize that in reality I was in hostel, and not at home :(. My friend started to kick me; I woke up in pain and sat up to get B’day bumps from my hostel friends. First B’day bumps of my life. Oh my goodness, most unexpected. She, along with my other roomie Sudha wished me and said we should be the ones to wish you first 🙂 🙂 so touching Lolz. 😛
“There are three hundred and sixty-four days when you might get un-birthday presents … and only one for birthday presents, you know.”
– Lewis Carroll

They gifted me the presents bought for me, and looked at their watches to realize that there is still 4 minutes to 00:00 hrs. Comedy ah pochu 😀 :D, I couldn’t control my laughter. Birthday presents had always reached me late, never once had I got it on same day. This year I broke that record of mine too ;)Thanks to the two stupid’s I have got. I opened each and every present with a sense of awe and surprise (P.S half sleepy too). All the gifts were good and liked everything, but the best was a doll of small boy doing karate moves. I asked them what does this symbolize and I got an instantaneous reply with practical demo. She was counting every beat, pity me.

“Expectations always hurt, all good things come as a surprise package, so don’t expect”

I had always ignored this fact, but this day I was proved wrong. My friends whom I expected to wish me, forgot to wish. And ones whom I didn’t expect called me and wished :),what could be more pleasant than this. My best buddy at college, my best friend and project mate Akila was the first to go followed my other friends at college :). By 01:00 AM I was back in bed again, musing to myself that this is a wonderful night indeed. I would cherish this day my whole life, the best moments spent with best people in my life.
The day I realized things are never the same always, as life goes on better things keep coming your way. So better not to worry and enjoy everything :). I am really half baked after going through this day!! 😉 🙂

Thanks !!

Thank you friends 🙂 🙂 🙂

“On your birthday, it’s time to reflect,
For the passing of time leads to change.
What once was important we leave;
Our priorities and goals rearrange.
It’s official; you’ve lived one more year.
You’re birthday gifted and caked,
But don’t think you’re fully mature,
‘Cause you’re really only half-baked!
–By Joanna Fuchs

This Post is solely dedicated to my roomies and all other friends who made my day MOST MEMORABLE 🙂 🙂 🙂
Looking forward to constructive comments. HAPPY READING GUYS 🙂 !!

My First Blog Post :)

Hi everybody!!! This is my first ever attempt to post something on a blog… My classmate Abhi is my inspiration in this aspect. I love reading her blogs, and once this crazy thing hit me, like “why don’t i write..Let me give it a try”.. 🙂 And now i am here with my own page. I would like to share the experiences and lessons i learnt all these years (do not expect anything out of the box).



Its all about the phases of life each one us have been through. Life has all colors like these flower bunch, its with us to choose the best blossoms and cherish. Face them with a smile, for a smile speaks more than words.

Let me give a short insight to what i am in this place. I am What I Want TO BE, TO DO,TO SPEAK,and TO BE WITH…. ;). I love painting, chatting and hanging out with friends. Traveling and electronics is my passion. I am a chocoholic especially “dairymilk” :P. My college friends know more about me than i do myself. Too boring ??? Ok.. i will cut this crap here.. 😉 :P.

Hey guys….I will definitely try to make this page as interesting as possible. See you all with an interesting experience of mine.. 🙂 :P.
Thanks Abhi 🙂 🙂 !!


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