Indian Classical Music - Ragas - Music Therapy - Voice Production

Bossing me around - with a weight successfully preserved under fifty, And that too along with being extra talented, energetic and nifty! The most literate of all till date, the only PhD holder of our generation.. Her utmost will and diligence has dashingly made her achieve this aberration! My life wouldn't have been so amazing, without her being always around, Whenever I unknowingly got arrogant, she slammed me to the ground, And at times when I got extremely depressed, she simply made me realize, How she and all are envious of me, and sent me right back to the skies! Every other month, we used to join a brand new dance or music course, If one of us got lethargic, the other one used to apply the force, Every now and then, we had our power filled dance sessions, She has been a gem of a motivator, be it swimming, dancing or guitar lessons! Shallz has been my alter ego, the best friend I ever have had, The most precious gift ever received from our a

Almost twenty days back, we were flying back to Delhi from Mumbai after an overwhelming delectation in Goa. Dunno who to thank more: My sister, who initiated all this or my in-laws, who comfortably provided me the rooms to stay in Delhi or go for the pleasure trip. Even today,  it’s difficult for even the broader lot to allow their daughters-in-law to enjoy the jaunts especially without the better halves. Yes! Ankz wasn’t there. It was a fultu girls trip involving me, my two lovely sis, Mollidi and Poo. I am reminiscing our immense  dilemma of moving to Goa;  because of our aged Bua’s bedridden condition. Parents were worried for her recovery. Sense of duty and ethics were creating anxious collywobbles commanding we shouldn’t go at this phase of time. On the contrary, pragmatic side of the brain was pinching to remind about the already spend spondulicks of the flights-hotel, which was too much to back out. Morning 2nd April, the day we had to leave Delhi, I woke up to notic

Excruciating, agonizing, piercing labours she managed one early morning, In Bedford Hills Correctional facility, Tina was shackled, chained, grabbed by handcuffs. Guards commute her to the hospital, lay her at the bar of the gurney, but never thought of releasing her, at least while giving birth. In the same society, a pregnant woman is attended with care, “Are you eating properly ?”, “Hey, the baby kicked!”, Doctor’s appointment, exercise: dreams in its full form Same time-span, contractions and delivery, But  one  is treated with handcuffs, Just a tinch of crime scar on a woman. Convicted for drug offense, Jacqueline faced the circumstances. Her handcuffs were linked with a chain around her waist clamped together over the sutured incision, while she was delivering: what an irony!   Despite a state law against shackling pregnant inmates, often disregarded senselessly How can a woman escape in chronic pain, or during delivery ? Is the shack

It was cold, breezy and rainy evening, when we reached Boston, flying. Colder than Michigan. Again few cliched thoughts knocked my head. “Oh no, not again, I am fed up of this cold... Came to Boston to enjoy summers and here comes the hackneyed cold and rains...when the hell I would be able to enjoy the US without my jacket ?” Well, it wasn’t weather’s fault. I am not sure what’s wrong with my body-thermostat, because of which most of the time I feel cold. I keep wondering why my goosebumps are permanently hyperactive by default, even after practicing rigorous Yoga, exercises, taekwondo etc.. Anyways, I am still trying hard to immunize. But the good news didn't take much time to arrive, as we had a shuttle-ride from airport to rental cars area. I love travelling in public transport but being in Michigan, an auto state lacking public transport services, my cravings for even watching buses, taxis, trams-trains, metros, auto-rickshaws, tongas etc., has reached heights.

Masoom was a loving single mother of  fifteen years old daughter, Rhea, who lost her father in an early age. Their life revolved around each other as nobody else was important for them. Two of them shared a sweet little world, but less spacious. Mom was overprotective and the daughter, over-possessive. Rhea literally avoided even a rarest get-togethers or movie-outs with Masoom’s only friend, Nigar. She felt out-of-place out there with people; however, her mother, Masoom wanted her to be extrovert. Masoom was a working woman but she couldn’t give a single day, when it came to compromise her priority, and that’s Rhea. She denied to stay overtime even for crucial tasks, justifying the boss, “You know I’m a single mother, and a single mother has to be both mom and dad.” God knows how she managed without being fired and why her boss adjusted. Masoom made her daughter totally dependent upon her. For example, she especially accompanied Rhea in purchasing ice cream from the parlor,