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4 Years : Happy Resignation Day

Happy Resignation Day for me...After 4 Years !

I am happy to get my contact cards printed – Freelance Content Writer. Finally!

10^th March of every year is a ‘Happy Resignation Day’ for me. I resigned from my job in 2008 on the same day. I still remember how I felt. There was confusion and a big question what next. Where will life go from here?

Sitting outside the premises of my office in 2008 and waiting for husband to pick me (you are debarred of all cab services once you resign or quit); there was a small tear in my eye that maybe overshadowed the hidden dreams.

Next day of resignation was like your hands are chopped and you are asked to swimJ

The worst feeling is when you surrender your ID card and contact cards to the company. Where there was time you use your contact card to introduce yourself and then life shows you a twist where you have to surrender your identity. I felt completely strangulated!

But days passed sometimes for good and many times for bad. Then my medical condition worsened that definitely affected me psychologically as well. But 2010, I pulled up my socks and decided I will and have to chalk a way to find my existence.

Somehow, things started falling into place and this blog happened. From 200 readers to 10,000+ was a good inspiration for me to write. It opened doors for me to write for other websites and then magazines. From article writing to print media, I never looked back as far as work is concerned.

After 4 years, my husband gifted me a pack of my contact cards – Freelance Content Writer and that is the best gift that I could have got!

The contact card with my name on it is my identity and somewhere I never worked for money. There are two kinds of people – one who work for themselves and rest mainly work for others. When you work for yourself, challenges and hurdles are more. You have to be ready for ‘NO’ all the time and if you get discouraged, you lose the battle in one go. There is no appraisal for you or feedback. You are either liked or disliked.

But the challenge is to change that ‘No’ into a ‘Yes’. That is the whole game when you work for yourself.

It is still Women’s month and I have written for all such women who think sitting at home, you are not doing anything. You have lot of options, all you need is to explore and listen to your heart. If my knee pain goes away, I know I can touch the sky but ‘sky is not the only limit’. If you cannot touch sky, you can always try to fly.

I make paintings that will be part of my book, if things go well with me. The painting you see in this post is dedicated to my resignation day. The abstract waves are challenges that I faced and the dark night sea resemble the dark days I faced. This painting is an abstract one that portrays my thoughts that once I felt but left behind!

Video - First Look of My Baby Bird, Chelsea!!

It is women’s week and I would love to share the video of my baby, Chelsea.

My little Chelsea took the final flight to heaven on 10^th November, 2011 and I turned into a vegan. Those who missed can read the post here:

http://doyouthinkyouareliving.blogspot.in/2011/11/rip-chelsea-i-will-miss-youthanks-for.html

Finally, we got our new baby, new Chelsea on 17^th November, 2011 and since then we are training her. She was 15 days old when we got her home. She is my darling and the youngest of all. The best part about her is ‘she is like me’ – keeps fighting with all the other birds and then sleeps while leaning on them at night.

A video – ‘First Look of my Chelsea’ for my readers with a message that love is always unconditional. The more you give the more you get!

Link to the video - http://youtu.be/Bj5HqrknEfI

Cheers for Chelsea!

Salute to ‘The Man with Special Powers’

I am overloaded with work and I have just few minutes to blog this.

My art teacher gifted me a very beautiful candle that she got for me from Mahabaleshwar.

The gift is very special to me as the candle is made by a blind man who makes and sells these candles.

 I am writing my 10^th story for my book and it was around a real life incident that took place in a blind school at Delhi in 2005.

I could not find the right ending for my story but this candle gives me an idea or I must say that it gives me light of hope that God created people with a sixth sense – sense of ‘Humanity’.

My teacher told me that the man with special powers (I address them as people with special powers) was touching to understand and tell which candle costs how much and he was as good as selling them as anyone else. He was good enough to figure out whether you paid him the right money or not. And he was quite good enough to return you the right balance amount.

Strange!!

My cousin brother was in town and I met him after 7 years. He asked me a question – we have ‘women’s day’ but there is no day as ‘Men’s Day’

I was so witty to comment – there is nothing men have done that they need to be appraised. But this was just like teasing him as deep within my heart; I believe that a woman is incomplete without a man. They complement each other and that is what I am trying to celebrate on my blog as a part of Women’s Week 2012.

This candle and the story of this blind man living up to the expectations of his family and society is just one example of many such instances. But I am sure he is an inspiration for many women who lose hope in life and surrender to it. I am really inspired by him and that what makes me blog this.

GTG!

Thank You!

Before you read the story below (I received it as an email), I want to share something from my real life.

People (my family and friends) who appreciate me for sponsoring a child need to know something that is very special to me. We are celebrating Women’s Week on my blog and wanted to make it something different. I think no woman can be a super woman. There is always an idea or driving force or support from men in her life – father, brother, brother-in-law, husband etc.

Most of my readers, friends and family who think that I sponsored a child need to know that I got this idea from someone else. I met or actually I did not meet him but a conversation with a gentleman help me to explore that there is something called ‘sponsoring a child’ as well. If that gentleman would not have discussed the concept with me, I would have never come to know about it. After the conversation with him, I explored and got associated with Sphoorti and my 92 kids. So those who think that I did a noble job actually the noble idea goes to the noble gentleman. So whenever I get appreciated for this gesture somewhere I thank HIM for all that.

So all those who appreciate me should appreciate and appraise HIM rather than me. We meet people for a reason and the reason is always for our good. Today, on my blog I thank HIM and there is nothing by which I can repay this good idea of yours.

I thank all men who stood with me in this sponsorship without discouraging this thought! My celebration of Women’s Day is not accomplished if I do not thank some of the best men I met in my life.

A very lovely story that defines the real meaning of a mother – a true mentor of a child. I blog this conversation of a new born with God for all sponsored or adopted or biological mothers.

A Newborn's Conversation with God A baby asked God, "They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow, but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?" God said, "Your angel will be waiting for you and will take care of you." The child further inquired, "But tell me, here in heaven I don't have to do anything but sing and smile to be happy." God said, "Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you. And you will feel your angel's love and be very happy." Again the small child asked, "And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me if I don't know the language?" God said, "Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak." "And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?" God said, "Your angel will place your hands together and will teach you how to pray." "Who will protect me?" God said, "Your angel will defend you even if it means risking its life." "But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore." God said, "Your angel will always talk to you about Me and will teach you the way to come back to Me, even though I will always be next to you." At that moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices from Earth could be heard and the child hurriedly asked, "God, if I am to leave now, please tell me my angel's name."         God said, You will simply call her, "Mom." M- My O- Only M- Mentor Lift a mother's spirit; send this to every mother you know (no matter how old her child is).

2nd Day of Women's Week: Thanks to an Unknown Call Centre Executive!

We are celebrating Women’s Week on my blog. Hope my readers enjoyed my previous post.

I posted a real life incident last week (can be accessed as below)

 http://doyouthinkyouareliving.blogspot.in/2012/02/call-centre-executive-i-enjoyed-talking.html)

 I thought it is a good raw idea that can be formulated as a story. I wrote the story in last two days and send it to my both editors.

The lovely part is both of them published the story. I am happy to see my writing live on net and comment by Cathy under the story makes me feel write more and more. Here are the links:

http://www.talesofkindness.com/2012/03/not-just-a-call/

or

http://www.inspired-personal-development.com/not-just-a-call.html

Carol, my editor has invited me to Thailand to spend some time with her in her new homeJ

I am thinking to visit her soon. Let us see how things take me to CarolJ. Fingers crossed!!

But on the second day of Women’s Week Celebration on my blog, I take the privilege to thank that unknown Call Centre Executive (though we did not get connected again) for giving me this lovely idea of my story. If I ever get connected with him, I will ask him to join me for coffee at CCD (my favourite place in Hyderabad), Jubilee Hills outlet.

 I rarely invite people to join me for coffee but this guy deserves my invitation as all the love and recognition that I received through this story is his contribution in my life for a day.

So my special thanks to you Mr. ABC on the second day of Women’s Week on my blog.

To read the first post of Women’s Week Celebration, please click the link below:

http://doyouthinkyouareliving.blogspot.in/2012/03/first-day-of-march-lets-celebrate.html

I am busy for next two days but we have lot to celebrate until 8th March 2012.

Cheerio:)

First Day of March : Let's Celebrate Women's Week 2012!

1^st day of March 2012 is a reason of blogging around women as this whole week we will celebrate – Women’s Week in honour of Women’s Day on 8^th March 2012.

I have seen some very ordinary women doing extra-ordinary things in life. Not to forget, I am one of them but I am still on my journey to do something extra-ordinary to stand proudly and share my success with my familyJ. I read this wonderful poem and I have pasted a printout in my wardrobe to inspire me to move towards my dreams.

I never believed in fairy tales or Prince Charming kind of dreams. I always had one dream that I as Archana should have my place in this world. People should know me for me as Archana. I love to be called ‘Kapoor’ or ‘Nagpal’ or ‘Kapoor Nagpal’ but my identity is my name ‘Archana’ and I want to do justice to my name.

I salute all such women who believe in themselves as women.

My husband gave me a shirt that has a very nice slogan. The shirt is faded now but I still have it in my wardrobe as it is a great inspiration for meJ. I was given this shirt on my resignation from Deloitte and this is an interesting story that I will blog this week for my readers.

“Women who seek to be equal with men lack ambition.”- Marilyn Monroe.

Think big, Do big (outside the box of ordinary thoughts). I am dedicating this poem to all such women who believe in their dreams and strive to make them come true.

Life without life it's not life
Almost every one will remember
Day and night is cycle of life
Life on its own is not matured
I reiterate well spoken words
Hence its admiral of significant role of women

Some women can bless the day with their smile
Assimilate their culture of admiral
High concentration of moral fiber
These are the women of integrity
I talk nothing else but
Women like Nthabiseng Mthethwa
Women like Mapaseka Dlamini
Women like Sebolelo Mokoena
Women like Elsie Moganedi
Look around they are there
To reinstitute norms and Values
I call them women of integrity

As Harley barley, there are honorable women
Full of high concentration of moral fiber
They adhere to walk the walks
And talk the talks; they are extraordinary in every aspect
Women like Delsile Hlophe
Women like Nonhlanhla Ndlovu
Women like Ellah Ngomane
Women like Whitey Mahlangu
Chronically they remain transparent
I call them honorable women of integrity

Fair remain fair as long as it's fair
There are extraordinary women
They are living in their time
And they are in time with their integrity
They deserve honor as they live it
Perfectionism is not enough
They remain constant and consistent
Women like Mapule Tshabalala
Women like Sara Mahlangu
Women like Selina Madihlaba
They are extraordinary women they deserve their Honor
I fore one applaud them for inherent of their heredity

There are women who are making difference
Printing their footprints
Simplicity remain predictable
They have their own significance
Women like Nomusa Tshangana
Women like Nomsa Masilela
Women like Modiegi Mphake
I call them extraordinary women of integrity

There are superwomen and extraordinary women
Honorable women and women of integrity
They have built their reputation and sustain moral regeneration
They have gained it through their subordinates
I reinstitute and reinstate their perfectionism
And their high concentration moral fiber
And they remain significant role player
Women like Nonhalnhla Matshika
Women like Thokozile Moyo
Women like Leisje Templeman
Women like Henrietta Mongoalo
Women like Lisa Mateya
And the list is endless

To all of you, Halala Basadi! ! !
I salute you today