Hi Friends,

After having a rather strenuous weekend, Monday is back to torture me too. I guess these days, I am seeing too much of blue with my heart bleeding red. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚. Anyway, the most popular question that everyone faces at some point of time is What to do? How to do? When to do? Why to do?

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For the homemakers, the most important question is what to do for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. For the aspiring students, which course and career to pursue? For the youth completing graduation and looking for employment, what kind of job should I look for?

The ‘Wh’ questions are undoubtedly, a part of life. Sometimes I feel like I am a part of the most thrilling mystery novel called Life. I guess I will never what kind of obstacles would suddenly resurface to attack and demoralize me but I have a weapon ready with me. Here’s my poem



Rising like Phoenix.

I know my time is yet to come.

But I won't lose my heart. 
Like Phoenix, I will rise and shine. 
To prove my detractors wrong. 

Let the haters taunt me with snide remarks.
Let them give me scornful looks. 
I am turning deaf ears to the unpleasant noises. 
And forge ahead with a graceful stride. 

Like Phoenix, I am reborn from my ash. 
My past is well dead, and I cremated it. 
Now I know whom to trust. 
It's me and only me. 
It's time to move, and I must. 

Someday, I am sure to succeed. 
I will keep trying until then. 
Giving up without trying is disgusting. 
Failure will never deter me from surging ahead 
Like a Falcon in the sky.

Now, the mischievous child in me questions, “have you finished putting your readers to sleep with your boring saga of the woman in distress?”

Well, I am speechless. I am reminded of my childhood. My great grandma was a great story teller. My brother and I used to sit beside her and she would tell very interesting tales of all kinds, ghosts, humorous, real life pranks of our mom and aunts and uncles. This one dates back to the days before she got married.

In those days, during the British rule, to be more precise, the groom’s consent was more important than the bride’s. If a boy approved a girl, she couldn’t voice her rejection and ultimately get married. The rate at which children were produced was rather alarming. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚.

Getting back to the story, great grandma was very dark in complexion. Her parents were worried about the upcoming visit from the prospective suitor and his parents. They wanted her to be approved. Those were the days when cosmetics weren’t freely available. So, her mother, dabbed her face with rice flour to make her dark skin look white. When great grandma came with a tray of tea and offered it to the guests, the flakes of the flour, peeled off from her face and dropped on the floor, leaving her face half black and half white. The suitor and his family burst out laughing at my great grandma’s predicament but nevertheless, she was approved and they got married. Their marriage was short lived as her husband passed away shortly when my grandpa was born.

So much for the golden memories. I hope you liked this funny take of my great grandma.


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Hi Friends,

Due to a busy schedule, I was unable to post my second short story of the day ‘The scientist who turned into a monster.’ But I would like to share some interesting dreams of mine that are more or less similar to crime thrillers:

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Once I dreamed that I was watching a TV show and the program is interrupted by a special news bulletin : A serial killer had escaped from the prison. He was an expert in disguise. And then the show resumed. My friend, Anamika, came to visit me and asked me to accompany her for shopping. But the twist in the take is when we took a wrong route and she gave me a wicked grin. She took out a sharp knife and plunged it into my stomach. After this nightmare, I couldn’t sleep properly for four days.

Then, in another dream, I saw a big sack kept outside my ancestral property moving on its own. ‘I untied the string only to find a ferocious tiger leaping on me for a meal.

But these are nothing compared to the real scary one. Though it wasn’t a real horror, I found myself sick and being hospitalized where doctor told me that I cancer in its final stage. I saw myself dying a couple of times in my dream.

‘I saw my evil twin creating chaos around the society and let a poisonous snake inside to kill me.

Most of the dreams sound like the stories I have written, right? But I do admit ‘I also get inspired by nightmares to come up with new story ideas.

Now for the good ones:

I won the first prize in a contest which was the world tour on a cruise. ‘I was about to board the ship when my stupid eyes chose to open.

This dream is very close to my heart because ‘I saw my beloved deceased Granny hugging and kissing me. My dad who passed away on 27th January 1998, coming back with the same innocent smile and telling me that he was always with us and never left this world at all.


I would like to know about your dreams as well.

Do let me know in the comments.

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Wounded pride and low self-esteem,
Have turned me into a zombie. 
Living just for the sake of my precious one,
As I am screaming for my liberty. 

My soul is struck in this very body, 
Desperately searching for a way to get salvation. 
How long would I have to torment myself? 
When will I reach my destination? 

I wish to rejuvenate my broken soul, 
And I seek God's Divine Grace. 
May He give me the strength to fulfill all my responsibilities. 
And then take me to His Place. 

Nowadays, I am afraid to sleep. 
Scared of the horrific thoughts going through my mind. 
I  toss and turn every night. 
Peace of mind, I am yet to find. 

This can't go on forever, 
I refuse to give up the fight to survive. 
I won't let anyone bully me, never. 
In Optimism and hope, the human lives thrive. 

Every single day teaches me a lesson. 
Some old while some are new. 
Get out of your mind's prison. 
The world's out there for you. 


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Hi Friends,

It’s time to make Monday Blues into a humorous day just like Tuesdays. If it was possible for me, I could make it funny every day. Let’s start with a good morning quote.



Tiny Inspire.





This is the ideal kind of self-esteem, but ‘we should not show our attitude to dominate or bully others.


πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚. Sadly, even if people are there around us, we conveniently ignore them and choose to interact with mobiles and gadgets.





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My soul is too broken to cry. 
But my sandals are new. 
Don't provoke me or force me to try. 
Hurling them or rolling pin at you. 

I am no longer your toilet seat, 
I won't tolerate your shit. 
Am I clear or should I repeat? 
Never hurt me or you will get hit. 

Give respect and take respect is my new policy. 
You don't give; you don't deserve it too. 
I am not at your mercy. 
People like you should be kept in a zoo. 

Marriage is a sacred institution. 
To be respected by both man and wife. 
Both are equally responsible for domestic peace, mutual love, and affection. 
To enjoy a blissful life. 

Neither of them should abuse each other. 
And if there's no longer love between them. 
It's better to part ways with one another. 
And weed out the hatred with its roots and stem. 

It's better to remain single and rule. 
Than lead a life in an unwanted matrimony. 
And carry the burden of distress like a mule. 
And shedding tears every night in pain and agony. 

This is just a poem ( not on my personal experience) but dedicated to all the victims of marital abuse, men and women, alike.


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Hi Friends,

So, it’s Monday again. Time to get back to work which for a homemaker is 365 days a year, 7 days a week, and 8 hours and in some cases, 5-6 hours of sleep.

Finally, succeeded in waking up my daughter which is a Herculean task, considering that she spent her Sunday, doing her school lessons, watching TV, playing games, and getting tired after nonstop chattering. I am going to rest for a while and have a cup of hot coffee.

No sooner do I sit than I hear the blaring whistle of the garbage truck coming to collect our stock of trash. Whew! That’s done. Now, I can go back and relax. I just had two sips and then my phone cried mercilessly, waiting for me to pick it up.

” Hello, ” I drawl. ” Namaste, Ma’am,” says the caller, “This is Nisha calling from ABC Bank. I am very happy to inform you that you are now eligible for a pre-approved credit card.” I sigh wistfully and add, ” It’s no use. Instead of credit card, try selling pre-approved much needed vacation for desperate housewives. I am sure most of them ( including me) would sign up.” The lady chuckles and politely ends the call.

At last, I manage to gulp down my cold coffee. And when I am about to take a shower, some people claiming to be from Charitable Institution turn up, seeking donation. Hmmph! Do I look like the World Bank or the RBI? It’s interesting to note that if you start giving them donation, even once, they will assume that you are very rich and start turning up at least once or twice a month. They will not leave you until you part with your hard earned money. Someone, please tell these people the real meaning of Charity? It should be done voluntarily and not forcibly. Otherwise, it’s another form of diplomatic, emotional extortion. I give them money and ask them to add my name to their list of charities, saying that I would heartily welcome any amount given to me as donation. They hand me a receipt and run away at the mere suggestion of including me as a beneficiary. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚!

My bad luck persists. I am in the midst of taking a shower when that idiot phone ( No, it’s not a smartphone at all. ‘I wish there could be a technology fitted inside a phone that would automatically switch it off when it senses that the owner isn’t available to take the call) screams again. I am in no shape to get out. So I let it yell until the caller hangs up in frustration. When ‘I emerge from the bathroom, I check the phone, trying to call back the missed number, only to hear the same old boring automated voice, the number you are trying to reach is busy on another call. So, the game of missed call begins, when the same caller pings back and I fail to respond. Finally, when the call gets through, the caller in his or her most polite voice says, ” Yaar ( Friend), I need a small help. I am running short of money and I have to pay my son’s tuition fees today. Could you please lend me 2000 bucks? I will transfer money into your account as soon as ‘I get my salary? ” How I wish I hadn’t answered the call! Owing to loyalty towards my friend, ‘I oblige, cursing myself, not to melt down at any kind of a sob story. I should probably change my name to ALM ( Aparna Lending Machine). πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

When I browse through my emails, I get lots of junk. Most of them are about some matrimonial sites. I will never advise anyone to register at these sites. First, it’s like choosing a life term imprisonment of your choice for a crime that you never committed and secondly, the product advertised turns out to be defective. Thank God! I stopped receiving advertisements for Viagra ( I don’t have the organ that can’t be named) or Condoms. But still offending newsletters on Sexual health turns up and I trash them down.

A message notification turns up with a spam message from Some random dating site. For God’s sake, I am not interested in any kind of romantic trash. To make it worse, the senders turn out to be females ( Sorry, I am not a lesbian). Then I receive Friendship requests from Random men calling me beautiful and hoping to have long distance affair. I openly tell them that I am married and not available. So, I send them this pic as my profile pic.

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And message, “Ain’t I gorgeous? ” Then, my suitors quickly disappear into thin air.

As they say, ” Where there’s a will, there’s a way!”

Very true and just for the sake of fun, I add, ” When there’s a will, it means you have to die. ” πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚


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Hi Friends,

I am back with my normal posts. Actually, I couldn’t stay away from you. So, I kept posting blogs. Anyway, now coming to the main issue.

I have introduced the Payment option for my blogs because of the mounting pressure on me by my family to make money out of blogging. But I believe in sharing information, jokes, some tidbits free because there’s a price tag on everything. So, in order to humor them and to keep continuing blogging, I have added the payment buttons ( optional). It’s not going to be compulsory.

I would wish to inform you that I would be contributing a part of my income towards social causes like education for orphans, nature and wildlife conservation, providing monetary and emotional support who have suffered from marital abuse ( both men and women), sexual abuse, child abuse and victims of other forms of human rights violations.

Keeping this in mind, I am planning to launch an online magazine in the month of March, which basically deal with inspiring stories of people who were in an abusive relationship ( married, live in) and how they decided to walk out, as well as people suffering from depression. There will be other sections like Gardening, Travel, Spiritualism, education, art and music, book and film reviews. All are welcome to submit their articles. As of now, I would not be immediately able to pay but as the magazine picks up its pace in the market, the contributors will be adequately compensated. I am now working on creating content.

This is a sample template of my planned magazine in March.

I will be working on the main features and will keep you updated.

I welcome suggestions from all of you as to what kind of articles would you like to read. Please let me know in the comments.

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Hi Friends,

Today, I am going to share my views on the question asked above, as the part of Daily Prompt by WordPress.

An year ago, I thought I would finally be able to break free from the confinement of the house. ‘I did travel quite a bit. So, I can say that one of my wishes has been fulfilled. But as Robert Frost says,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before ‘I sleep.

I have just one suggestion. Expectations will lead to broken hearts and disappointment. So, enjoy life as it continues to tease you with problems and also their unexpected solutions. Here’s a glimpse of some expectations vs reality. And believe it or not, it happened to me.


πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚. This is true. I too joined a gym to reduce my tummy and rear end. Just six months. I don’t think I lost even half an ounce from the pounds of flesh because I kept attending marriage functions and birthday parties. The delicious food, I consumed, ensured that I still remained chubby. Instead of gym, I lost substantial weight after marriage. Tons of household chores + constant nagging + verbal, physical and emotional abuse= Weight loss. In some cases, the end result may be suicide instead of Weight loss. ( Terms and conditions apply).


This is actually true. Generally, I have observed that humans including me ( hee, hee) expect maximum gains with minimum pains. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚. I mean to say that some people would love to earn more with minimum efforts. I have seen my own maid complaining about the sheer volume of utensils that she cleans. But expects more salary with minimum clothes and utensils.

I wonder if there’s any tip as to how to look more beautiful with minimum expenditure on makeup. Or how to lose weight without dieting, πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚


πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚. Absolutely correct but there are exceptions too. After a childbirth, some housewives gain the shape of a football ( ‘I surely did). But most of them lose weight after being kicked around relentlessly throughout the day by their children, husband, parents-in-law Or brothers and sisters-in-law. A housewife’s life is no less than a football match where the goalkeeper is in the form of family commitment to prevent the housewife from achieving the goal of her own happiness. By the way, congratulations to Argentina for being the World Champion and of course, heartiest congratulations to Messi too.


πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚. This is reverse in my case, πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚


This usually happens when I try to copy something from YouTube. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚


My normal selfie turns out like the pic shown in reality. Underwater selfie is out of question for me. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚. Wanted to look like Sridevi Or Madhuri Dixit but look like Manorama Or Tuntun, the famous Hindi Comediennes.

Jagran English.

This is indeed me. This is exactly what happens whenever I try to work from home. Whenever I plan to work on an important project, distractions from the family, prevent me from achieving my aim. But I am my mother’s daughter. I am not going to give up. For a change, let the men in my house learn to compromise. Why should only women make adjustments? πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

Enough of my ramblings for Monday Blues which is now turning out into a Satirical show. I hope you enjoyed reading them.

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I wish I could say that ‘I don’t envy anyone but I have to be honest. I envy those who are able to sleep peacefully despite the television running at full volume, or their neighborhood throwing a huge party, or the mosquitoes sucking their blood. Other than that I don’t have any reason to envy anyone. But my level of envy is just a wee bit.

Once again, ‘I express my gratitude to all for making my year in blogging, 2022, very memorable and such a huge success. I am overwhelmed by your love, support, encouragement which motivated me to share my writing and gave me an opportunity to learn something new from all of you.

All of you have been wonderful, amazing friends. In fact, I feel as if we all are the part of a very big global family.

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Now, ‘I keep wondering why my brain keeps thinking of weird ideas and questions that are questionable? Got confused, yes, me too.

My questions are :

Q.1) Why is it called a runny nose when its stuck on our respective faces?

2) If everything is available online, what about a conscience or a soul?

3) Why do we love to find faults with others but when we are at the receiving end, ‘we try to change the topic?

4) If rules are meant to be broken, why are they in existence in the first place?

5) Can gossiping about the neighborhood be considered as enhancing the general knowledge?

I have seen people trying to convince their friends or guests that their pet dogs are harmless and that they can enter the house without hesitation but the “harmless dog”actually manages to sink its teeth on the unsuspecting guests.

Now, it’s time for my comical tips, suggestions, and ideas.

In one of my blogs, ‘I posted about dogs and cats also suffering from insomnia like humans. According to my recent study, I have discovered that mosquitoes also suffer from depression. I have seen 100 of them committing suicides by sitting on my arms and legs in group as I helped them to move on to a better world with a mere slap, hitting myself in the process. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚.

I had finished answering a millionth telemarketing call. When I disconnected the call, ‘I realized I should have asked the Caller to be my guarantor while ‘I applied for a loan of ten millions. I am sure he would have deleted my number from his database. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

I remember an incident involving a family member. He was highly superstitious. According to him, no one should ask ” Where are you going? ” at the time of leaving the house to attend an important work. He believed that it would ruin his plan. So, once his daughter asked him, ” Where are you going, dad? ” He was so angry that he yelled at her but she was persistent in her question and reframed her question as” Ok, Dad. Where will you be coming from? ” Nevertheless, he burst out laughing. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

Imagine an unexpected guest turning up at your house at an inconvenient time and expects you to be a perfect host. You are being a perfect host but the guest shows no signs of leaving. You could ask him or her whether he or she is feeling comfortable and at home. If the person responds in affirmation, politely tell him or her that since he or she feels homely, they are welcome to take over the kitchen duties. I am sure you can find him or her taking taxi to the airport next day. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚. ( ‘I was just joking) There is no need to follow my suggestions except for constantly motivating and encouraging each other, keeping the belief in humanity alive.

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Good morning friends,

Last Sunday, I shared some of my experiences of miracles by two of the most revered saints in India, Shri Mahaperiyava and Shri Sai Baba of Shirdi. This Sunday, I wish to talk about this great Saint and a Sadguru ( the greatest teacher) who was kindness personified and an ocean of mercy.

According to Wikipedia, His year of birth is 1838 AD ( approximately) whereas there are speculations concerning who His parents were.

He was allegedly born to a boatman named  Ganga Bhavadia and his wife Devagiriamma in  the Maharashtrian village of Pathri. 

Another story is that Sai Baba was born in Tamil Nadu. This version claims that Abdul Sattar was his  father and Vaishnavdevi was his mother. This is one of the specialities of great saints. Their entry into this world is mysterious. Moreover, they are also aware of the time to shed their mortal bodies.

Sai Baba appeared as a 16-year-old boy who performed severe penance under the shade of the sacred Neem tree (scientific name: Azadirachta indica). People were curious to know more about him because he was so handsome and looked divine. According to Sai Satcharitra ( a book describing the life and miracles of Shri Sai), God Khandoba possessed the body of a devotee gathered around the boy, asked some people to dig at a particular spot. When this was done, they were surprised to find four earthern lamps burning inside the pit. How could it be possible? The people came to know that this place was dedicated to Sai Baba (the boy)’s Guru who had practiced meditation. Along with Sai Baba, people also started worshipping This Sacred Neem, around which they built Baba’s Gurusthan.

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Gurusthan under the sacred Neem.

It’s believed that the leaves of this tree are sweet rather than bitter.

Shri Sai Baba returned to Shirdi with thr marriage party led by Chand Patil, a well to do Muslim from Ahmednagar. He was given a warm welcome by Bhagat Mhalsapati, a priest at the Khandoba Temple, who addressed Him as, ” Ya, Sai! ” ( Welcome, Sai!) . This is how He got the name ” Sai Baba.” He began living in a deserted Masjid which He called Dwarkamai . This is where He used to help His devotees by curing them of all their ailments, offer His Kind words of Mercy that could change His Devotees’ fortune for a better and a prosperous life.

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Dwarkamai ( Trip Advisor)

Dwarkamai ( Sai Baba’s Holy mosque that was and is open to the people of all the communities, especially Hindus. He regarded Dwarkamai as a Hindu Masjad and would address it with respect as Dwarkamai. Mai means mother) .

Shri Sai Baba, just like Mahaperiyava, never discriminated between His Followers. His Darbar ( Courtyard) is open to all.

Here, I would like to share an experience of my maternal aunt. She used to find it difficult to open her eyes for at least half to one hour every day after waking up. She used Cellophane tape to stick to her eyelids to keep her eyes open. She went to Shirdi with my grandparents and my maternal uncle. The moment she stepped inside Dwarkamai, She saw Sai Baba in His spiritual form. He smiled at her and beckoning her to follow him. He laughed and played with her. Of course, she experienced this because she was in the state of Trance. Actually, she fell unconscious. My family was worried. But she quickly regained consciousness and What a miracle! Her eye problem was completely cured. Till now, it has never recurred.

A similar miracle happened with my mom as well. As soon as she stepped inside Dwarkamai, she fell unconscious. The biggest miracle was she completely got rid of her Hypertension problem. The doctors were astonished to find a High BP patient getting completely cured. Such is the Grace of All Pervading Baba, whom I consider the reincarnation of God.

Well, be prepared for more goosebumps, as I will continue to discuss Shirdi Sai Baba’s greatness and His Temple Precincts.

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Hi Friends,

Have you ever wondered why after a certain passage of time in your marriage, your better half becomes your bitter half? ( Not for everyone, of course. )

If you want to learn the art of criticism and also how to accept it, simply get married. Your bitter, oops, better half, will always have enough time to find faults. Your cooking is bland, honey. Didn’t your mother teach you how to cook? The gravy is too spicy. ‘I found a strand of hair in the soup. The best answer would be if you are such a stickler for the art of perfection, better take over the kitchen duties. ‘I quit. Oh, how silly of me! Your mom forgot to teach you how to boil water. Am I right?

It’s not only your spouse who has received Phd in criticism, but your kids are gold medalist in it. Watch their facial expressions change when you prepare something healthy for the family. But the mere mention of pizzas and burgers, gets you a 1000-watt smile. Want to learn acting. Just look up to your kids.

So, enough of bashing the spouse and the kids. ‘I can think of some new proverbs which you will find hilarious.

All that glitters is not gold.

All that stinks is not poop. ( Evil thoughts of humans and the human species that don’t shower for days stink a lot. So do rotten eggs, cabbage and overflowing sewage).

Rome was not built in a day.

Romeos are born everyday.

A bird in hand is worth two in the bush.

A book in hand is worth several people chewing your brain.

A stitch in time saves time.

A stitch in your mouth saves energy spent on unnecessary arguments.

Make hay while the sun shines.

Make the Facebook post while the topic is hot.

How would you define sense?

SenseΒ isΒ theΒ capacityΒ forΒ reasonableΒ orΒ sensibleΒ  thoughtΒ orΒ behaviour;Β itΒ oftenΒ refersΒ toΒ soundΒ  judgement.

According to me, it can be classified into common sense and nonsense.

Common sense is when ‘we realize it’s futile to argue with an idiot who thinks he is a genius.

Nonsense is arguing with him or her to prove our point.

Unfortunately, ‘we lose our common sense during elections when we choose the candidate offering freebies rather than a humble visionary.

As far as nonsense is concerned, everything shown on TV or movies is definitely BS ( except for National Geographic, Discovery and Animal Planet).

Advice is the only thing in the world, available freely that no one wants to take but insists on offering. My humble request to those dishing out unsolicited advice is to kindly subscribe to or However, no one wants to discuss his or her contribution to be environmental friendly or support a noble cause. There are people who practice philanthropy anonymously, which is the most admirable and a perfect way of contributing towards the society.

There are some geniuses who will give two bananas to the monkeys, click the picture and post it on Facebook.

Well, That feels nice. I feel much better after taking out my frustration. Pardon me for the puns. After all, it was just for fun. πŸ˜πŸ˜œπŸ˜‰πŸ˜„πŸ˜„πŸ˜„

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