Ammy's Senile Ramblings

With fast food chains operating at every nook and corner of the city, it has indeed become very difficult for us to resist our temptations and follow a healthy diet and we end up eating these calorie dense foods. A nutritious diet becomes very important in such a scenario. A balanced healthy diet not only results in a healthy body but also results in a healthy mind. Eating well will help to prevent variety of diseases and ailments and helps to maintain a healthy body weight. This will promote a feeling of well-being and provides a lot of positive energy. A nutritional diet requires eating of different wholesome foods to manage the vitamins, minerals, carbohydrate and other nutrients consumed so that the nutritional requirements of the body are met. Taking a balanced meal improves the immune system and makes it strong, which in turn helps in fighting a lot of diseases. The nutritional needs of the body can be fulfilled by including a good supply of whole grains, vegetables

#ComeCloser to Radiant Skin In this present age of cosmetology and all the other harmful chemical products for your skin, there are only quite a few products that actually do not cause any harm to your skin. Nevertheless, I have always wondered about how people of the earlier generation used to maintain their skin.  They did not have any of the hi-fi products we use. All they had were some natural products at home, which would come to their rescue when they would face any skin problems. Yet, their skin was so smooth and radiant. HOW?? This was the question I always used to ask my paternal grandma as she had a clear and healthy skin. Though she was in her early 80’s, her skin did not have much wrinkles and it had a healthy glow. She would blush if anybody complimented her on her beauty. Her cheeks would turn pink. When asked, how she managed to maintain such a beautiful skin without going to the beauty parlour and having the regular facials done, she would just say I used to d

Dear Baaji, On this day as you celebrate your birthday, I felt that it’s a perfect time to tell you how much I love you. (You know am bad at expressing in person!!). I just wanted to thank you for all the love and support you have been ushering throughout the years on your two lil sisters. Thank you for being so patient with me and to show me by example how to be a better person. I want to tell you I’ll love and admire you all my life as you are a very special person to me. I want to say through this note, how much your presence has meant in my life, as I have always looked up to you for everything. You were and are still like a second mom to me, and now to my sonnie. You have been a perfect mom to him as well, filling my absence with your warmth of your love and care. I owe you my life. Over the years, my love for you has kept on increasing with each passing day. And no wonder, my son is so much in love with you. You are truly an amazing aunt cum mom to him too. Words are no

I was very restless throughout the night with a hundred questions running in my mind, dreaming of teachers, schools, books etc. I turned and tossed on the bed yet could not sleep. The alarm went buzz and I woke up with a start to see that it was already 6.00 am in the morning. School re-opens....Yes!! for my dearest little son. He is setting his feet into the Playgroup wing. I immediately closed my eyes and offered my prayers and thank you to God for a new day and then looked at my little bundle of joy, who was sleeping next to me peacefully without any of these worries. I was just thinking of a list of tasks I need to accomplish to make him ready to school, though the preparation had been done the previous day itself. But before that I have to complete my tasks so that I can get him ready on time. I planned to take a shower, thinking that the poor baby, in fact babies (including hubby) will get a few more minutes to sleep. The mother in me was not allowing me to disturb my son’s s

“The hand that rocks the cradle moves the world”. This proverb covers the entire gist of how important a mother’s role is in the life of a child. Mother is the first teacher. She spends her maximum time with the child. The moment the child is placed in her arms, the child becomes the center of her world. All her activities are surrounded around the child; her schedules, tasks, and even a good sleep. Since, the child is with the mother most of the time, the child follows her actions and it is a good opportunity for her to create a lasting impression in her child’s mind. So many famous personalities like the great scientist Thomas Edison and the great warrior Sivaji were inspired by their mothers to become what they were. And rest is history, as we all know.  Mother has the power to shape the present and future of her child. From teaching the first letter to the child to making the child learn basic things, holding the finger to give support to the shaky legs and instilli

‘Every woman may not be a queen to her husband, but she is always a princess to her father’ – Anonymous. Indeed, the above quote is so true. Every father treats his daughter like a princess. No matter how hard his life has been, he vows to make his daughters life easy. He always makes sure that his daughter gets the best of everything. My father is my hero (holds true for every girl who has a doting father). He has influenced my life, in every sense. He has protected me like how a pearl is inside its shell. My father is my shell. He is my go-to-person for every problem I faced. He provided me solution within minutes. He brings a smile on my face in no time. Whenever I look at him, I feel a sense of pride surging within me. I thank the Almighty for giving me such a wonderful gift. His hardworking and patient nature, his disciplined mannerism, his way of looking at things, caring about and helping people in need, every single thing he does is so meticulously thought upon an

Living in a city, like Bangalore, the words ‘Traffic Jam’ itself gives many of us a nightmare and sends cold shivers down the spine. In my opinion, these jams can actually be used as a tool to measure a person’s patience level. Sometimes, it is so worst that you feel like leaving your vehicle behind and just walking up to your destination. Sounds bizarre, isn’t it? But that’s how the traffic in Bangalore forces you to act. You are at your wits end when the vehicles refuse to move even an inch. Adding to the agony, are timed signals. I always have a feeling that these signals are timed in such a way that the moment they see my vehicle approaching the crossing line, they turn red from green. I feel as if the red light is sarcastically giving me a smile of victory. Different signals at various junctions are timed differently. The least being 30 seconds, and the maximum is 130 seconds in certain big junctions. As a routine, like every morning I was travelling to office in my two-wh

Small gestures indeed go a long way. Recalling an incident from my newly married days, makes me fall in love with my DH again and again. It brings a broad smile on my face and I feel that the Dil ki Deal I made 5 years ago was the best after all. Among the several matches that my parents had sought for me, i chose my DH over everyone else. My heart took this decision of selecting my DH as my spouse, my soulmate. The incident i am going to narrate now always makes me feel that the DilKiDeal with my DH was indeed the right one! We were newly married and were just settling in our new home. The house was not set up. The furniture and electronics were not set. Things were lying here and there. We had just returned from our honeymoon and I did not want to work. We were still basking in the honeymoon mood. We did not want to get to work and fix things as we were tired too. To top it all, there were dirty clothes strewn all around the house. Not to forget the fashion parade of wearing ne

Dearest Nephew, You've turned twelve years old. I can’t believe how fast time flies. I remember when your mom and dad told us that they were expecting you… how overjoyed everyone was when they heard the news. You are the first grandchild of our house. Do you realize how special that is? And how special you are? You are so loved by all of us, my little one. Yes, I refer to you as little one as no matter how tall you grow you will still be my little one. You once asked me if I would write you the meaning of a NEPHEW; I can't, not with you in mind, as I have always considered you ‘MY’ son. I may not be your biological mom, but you’re the one who introduced me to the world of motherhood with your arrival into this world. You have always held a special place in my heart and mind, and will continue to do so regardless of the number of birthdays you celebrate. Though I have a son of my own, remember that you will always be my eldest son and you are as close as HE is to me. T

‘Double Standards’ is often associated with people who change rules according to their convenience and behave totally opposite in certain situations according to their own convenience. What is ‘Not Ok’ to them if others do it, is ‘OK if they themselves do it, for whatsoever reasons. The justification of why they did it the way they did, follows later. The justification part is just an activity to soothe their ego and to get rid of the guilt factor. Why can’t people just mind their own business and not interfere in other’s personal lives? Before commenting on others, why can’t we just take a moment and take a glimpse of our inner selves. This will avoid much of the tensions and bitterness in relationships. When we see someone, not taking the usual way, the first thing we do is, do a postmortem of things and end up giving conclusions about the person’s character or background. Is that necessary? Why can’t we just let go? Or rather why can’t we just put ourselves in that perso

In life, at many instances we wish (at least I have wished) that we should have had a Ctrl+Z option just like the computer, pressing which all our previous actions or decisions which lead to our present worries and sorrows would vanish. All the tech savvy people would know what Ctrl+Z does, but for the benefit of others, let me elaborate. The ‘Ctrl+Z’ option is used to ‘UNDO’ the previous actions performed on a file/document. Imagine this life of ours as a document, in which we keep entering data or information daily. Each page is a new day and everything we do gets recorded in there. Most of the times, we do or say things which shouldn’t have been said or done. But at the heat of the moment, we don’t tend to realize what we say or do. It’s only when our guilt strikes us, we realize that we have actually committed a blunder. But it’s too late. The harm has already been done. One of the times I so wish to have an undo option in life, is when I‘ve said harsh things to my dea

It’s World Cup time. That time of the year when unknown people become known to each other only for one reason ‘Cricket’. If you happen to witness a crowd hooting and cheering, then be sure that the game of cricket is on.  Men of the house refuse to share the remote with their lady counterparts. This in no way implies that ladies are not interested in this game (At least am not!!). There are a selected few who are more interested than you’ll find most men. (I would like to call them specimens). Coming back to cricket, The LCD placed in the office cafeteria has less or rather no viewers daily. The news channel is on flashing the breaking news (stale news) the whole day and people are least interested to even take a look at it. They are busy savoring their lunch and catching up on the latest gossip and sharing it with the team. Some are busy standing in a long queue in food counters to get the food they have ordered. Most of them are busy fiddling with their mobiles, watsapping,

Where do I start? What do I write? These are the questions which are swirling in my mind and doing cart wheels all around the place. Phew!! The whole idea of blogging has always fascinated me. Nevertheless, being the lazy cat as I am, I had never taken any initiative to start one. I always procrastinated doing this, God knows for what? You must be wondering, what provoked me to start it now? Ahhh.....Good question. I saw a few of my friends in office, all excited about submitting their blogs in a competition and winning it. There you go!! Something kicked me to start one this time. Their excitement actually pushed me (I forced myself literally) to start a blog so that I too can submit my blogs and do a happy dance just like they did and probably be a part of their discussions, the so called ‘blogging gang’ in office. Frankly speaking, I am not much of a writer. I just pen down my thoughts (rather rants and vents) randomly on paper as and when I feel like doing it. I have