Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Stubble Daddy

The breeze was light
The sun shone bright
Caressing the wisps
Kissing the cheeks
Winter welcomed the little angel
Wrapped in the warm blanket
The couple felt ecstatic deep
The reflection of their love
The beautiful princess brought love and joy
Daddy went to embrace the newly bloomed innocence
But as the baby felt his breath 
Pitched a loud cry 
Stubble came in the way
Of the first meeting of dad and daughter
Daddy felt bad for being itchy to his soft flower
He vowed to be clean and smooth always
To ensure his delicate darling feels loved in his embrace.

This post is a part of #WillYouShave activity at BlogAdda in association with Gillette'.
I have written this post acknowledging the tag of Canary
I'm tagging Kitchen Mummy for this activity.

Monday, December 29, 2014

Beardy Prince !!!

The entire college was absorbed in the excitement of its annual fest. The auditions had started and the students were rehearsing vehemently  to get a nod from the panel. This year's theme for the play was 'Beauty and the Beast'. Raghav and Rohit , the two best friends, the two dudes of the college were  known for their well built physique and good acting skills. The 'Bang-on' group of these two hunks had been winning the 'Best Play' title from past two years. Freshers were desperate to get into this group. One Fresher named Sanchit proved his mettle in front of his seniors and was the lucky guy to become a member of 'Bang-on' group. 

It was the day of audition. All the teams had worked hard to make it to the finals. It was 'Bang-on' group's number. The team members took their positions and enacted their play. The two judges praised the team for its idea and coordination of the team members. But the third judge raised a concern, "The theme is  very well worked upon. But are you sure all are assigned suitable roles??"

"Is there something missing, ma'am?", asked Raghav.

"Yes,  I think the Prince's role should be played by Sanchit. Your beard will not go with the character", replied the Judge.

All were shocked at her statement. Sanchit's joy knew no bounds to play the lead role. All thanks to his clean shaven charming look. Raghav and Rohit then realized that finished look cant be beaten by any of the beardy looks.  

This post is a part of #WillYouShave activity at BlogAdda in association with Gillette'.
I'm tagging Anand and Ankita for this activity.

Sunday, December 28, 2014

Santi Claus !!!!

Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way. 

The music was being played, the children were playing, the Christmas tree were lighting. But the Santa was no where to be seen.

"Where is the Santa???" ,the event manager entered the green room searching for the Santa.
"You are still here. Children are waiting for Santa and you are still not dressed up", the event manager shot his queries at Raghav.

"I'm sorry. But this beard is not getting fixed", Raghav said with an innocent face.

"How will it??? You stupid. Your whiskers are not velcro that beard will stick. And if it sticks then your stubble will come out while removing. A clean face is needed for this", event manager scolded him.

"Undress immediately and give me your dress", event manager ordered.

"Whaaatttt??", Raghav got puzzled.

"No one is there for Santa so I have to become the Santi today", event manager chuckled.

Raghav felt sorry for not shouldering his duty.

HO HO HO, Santa Claus is here dear children!!! 
The Santi Claus (event manager) hosted the party and the should-be-Santa stood in the corner blaming his stubble for missing the free hugs and kisses of children.

This post is a part of #WillYouShave activity at BlogAdda in association with Gillette'.
I have written this post acknowledging the tag of Kitchen Mummy.
I'm tagging Akash and Ritesh for this activity.

Thursday, December 11, 2014

Akshaya Patra - Unlimited food for Education

  •                           I am going to #BlogToFeedAChild with Akshaya Patra and BlogAdda.
  I'm very grateful to Blogadda for taking up such a noble cause to feed the children who quell their hunger each day. 

  One day while I was travelling to my hometown, my bus stopped at a city nook. In the hot summers, what all a passenger looks for is a window seat and cold drinks. I was lucky to get a window seat and when the bus halted I peeped out of the window to look for cold drinks. Generally one finds young boys shouting 'Thandaa , thandaa'. A little boy, dark and lean who appeared of 8-9 years came inside the bus with his bag full of chilled water bottles and cold drinks. As he came near to my seat, I stopped him for one water bottle. While paying him, I asked 'How old are you?' He lied so confidently,'14 years'. I stared at him, wished to scold him but I just said,'But you don't look like a fourteen -year old.' He just took the money and hurried towards the end-seats. As he finished selling and made his way to get down of the bus, I again stopped him and said, 'Do you  go to school?' He retorted, 'No, but my brother goes to read, write and eat midday meal.' He continued,'I earn to feed my stomach.' This one-minute chat with the little boy set me pondering how people, even children are made to strive to feed their starving stomach. 


  Everyday we come across such persons at railway stations or by roadside signals who sit with their little kids begging to feed them. Sometimes passer-by drop coins out of sympathy and sometimes walk through straight,ignoring them sensing it as their daily business. 

  This noble cause of feeding children with food in classrooms has been taken up by an NGO, Akshaya Patra Foundation. They are doing a commendable job aiding the schools with midday meals. The Government of India had started the mid-day meal programme to fulfill two aims at one go, first to improve literacy rate and second to feed the poor hungry stomachs. Neither can I go and teach nor can I feed the hungry children, I can do one thing, I can help Akshaya Patra to grow and expand to feed more and more children in classrooms. While the poor kids come to school in the lure of food, they return home nourished and nurtured.

                              Help the future of nation nourish and nurture with Akshaya Patra.