MY DAILY MANTRA FOR A HEALTHY HEART

We all have a busy day that keeps us occupied. But, do we take care of ourselves at the end of the day ? Do we take the necessary steps for a healthy living ? Do we ensure we do the needful amidst this competitive and challenging life, where there is no chance to fall sick. Our life style, our pace has been the reason most of us have suffer from many heart related ailments, from Blood pressure, to cholesterol, we have all become a victim of this now. When I was diagnosed with Blood pressure a decade earlier, that's when I decided to change my life style, I decided to keep myself more active, eating better and healthier, above all staying happy with life with small steps I take with every work I do.

My routine day starts with small steps, where thoughts of "what to cook" revolves around me as I walk into the kitchen to make my breakfast, snacks and lunch for the whole day that will keep me and my family active. I see that I use saffola life for cooking my chapattis for breakfast and a dish along with it, to be healthy and have a great start to the day.  Being a teacher by profession, I ensure that I have adequate breakfast to keep me active and happy at work, that helps me to motivate my students at school, where many students see me as their role model.

I pack the same healthy snacks and lunch for my husband and son before I walk my way to the bus stop to get the 7:54 am bus on time. 

Once at School, I keep my self active by staying on my heels the whole day, running about in the classroom, teaching, carrying myself, moving towards the children- from watching them and taking lessons, so on.. With the same process going on and it sees me move from class to class, from one floor to the other, from one block to the other of the campus to take my classes. Only by being active, I ensure that I make it to the classes on time. I mostly see to that I use the staircase up and down while moving to the classes. 

While, I'm on a break amidst classes, I eat my healthy snacks, which boosts me to spend time with the next batch of children, who are not just the same. 

While some batch of children need class room activities, projects, some batches need to see me in a position where I am one among them to motivate them and help them understand their lessons better with a good moral. 

Then comes my lunch time, and having a healthy lunch is equally important to keep the afternoon session and the day going till the end of special classes for students appearing in the board exams.

There are moments when kids tend to get on my nerves, yet I ensure that I keep myself cool and calm. Sometimes the pressure is more from the management when the results are reviewed, yet I ensure that I stay calm under the situations and look to focus on my students. The smile I see on the face of the students after my class is what automatically enlightens my soul within and makes me stay happy.

Once the evening session is over, I carry my self in the bus, standing all the way amidst the crowd imagining the thoughts of the same question "What do I cook next - for dinner" till I reach home. Sometime I have to cook what my husband wants, while sometimes what my son wants, but I choose to use the oil of my choice 'Saffola total" that takes care of my family as well.

I personally feel, taking the small step of using the right cooking oil such as Saffola life, for the last few years has seen me stay a lot healthier on daily basis and reduce the risk of heart fatalities. I have seen my blood pressure under control and Its helped me stay active, eat better and be happy throughout the day despite having to face challenges at work and at home.

For ladies like me, I recommend you to keep your self active while active at work or at home, eat healthy food, with enough nutrient content to provide balanced nutrients and stay happy, tension free, this will definitely help you lead a happy and healthy life. Also, chose to prefer Saffolalife oil, that will keep your heart healthier as well.

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TATTED MOTIFS ON VELVET KAMEEZ

These specially designed motifs are attached in a pattern for the dress designed. The front neck, the back neck, the sleeves and the side slits together make up a beautiful kameez with these motifs. With over 120 man hours to complete these 60 motifs and 6 hours to attach these motifs on to the dress, this totally handmade design is a special dress to be owned.

Front Neck

Back neck

Sleeves and side slits

Earrings made of the same motifs

Memories of Motherhood with Bio oil

     We do not remember days, we remember moments. The richness of life lies in memories we remember over the memories we tend to forget. Some moments are really special and will remain cherished forever like those memories of my pregnancy and childbirth.  At the 6^th month I had a breach baby, which failed to turn and I was told that only cesarean could be done, and it went on successfully and I delivered a baby boy. Those moments of delivery and those feelings of carrying a baby for 9 months was indeed special. Hope that feeling of mootherhood is special with every mother and remains special throughout their life.

     Being a mother, a home maker and a teacher; every night I had a habit to tell bedtime stories to my son. Let them be the stories of the lesson taught to students at school or stories read from magazines, papers or books, and sometimes of course I tell stories based on moral values to my son and sometimes I tell him those family stories based on the mood of my child.

     There was this habit of my son right from his childhood  days, that,  when I tell him those stories he would run his hand on my tummy, which made him sleep while he was young; and I slowly turn him on bed and when he used to wake up he always wanted me and my tummy.  As days passed and as he grew up to become an adult, I slowly changed the habit of his as I had to make him sleep alone. 

      One day when I was discussing this with my sister who remembered those days of my son playing with my tummy, dating back from my early parenting days, she suddenly jumped up asking "do you still have those stretch marks on your tummy which your son used to feel and play with??”

I replied “yes” and she recommended me to use Bio oil.

I said "I didn't want to forget those memories of childhood and let them remain as every mother gets them after childbirth", but she said "Its not necessary the scars should remain to remember a child birth" and when she visited me a month later she got me a bottle of Bio oil. She asked me to apply Bio oil and all the stretch marks would vanish and her words seemed to be true as these stretch marks vanished like magic.

     The formulation of Bio oil has a safe combination of selected plant extracts which is made to be absorbed to the max at the site of application and help relieve from stretch marks

     "Things that were hard to bear are sweet to remember" and so has those memories of motherhood with Bio made me remember my past to live my present

“I am sharing my #MemoriesOfMotherhood with Bio Oil and BlogAdda. This Mother’s Day check out the Yummy Mummy calendar and  make a similar calendar of your own using the Bio Oil App.”

Forever and Forever

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Shining sun and the waxing and waning of the moon,
Appearing and reappearing again and again, forever and forever

Twinkling stars in the vast silent sky,
watching us all through the night, forever and forever

Changing seasons with autumn leaves and winter showers,
nature's ever refreshing sight, forever and forever

Beauty and duty of the day and the rest at night,
without any body's wish, forever and forever

Is laundry a woman's job ?

Is laundry still a woman's job.? The society has developed from stone-age to modern age and men have understood relationships to a better extent, but when it comes to laundry - in most of the cases it is still left for women to complete, leaving behind an inequality among the duties of the couple. But, here is a fictitious story weaved around the life of a modern couple who look to learn from their neighbors.

     There was once a young couple, which moved into a new neighborhood and had introduced themselves to the neighborhood. The next morning, while they were having their breakfast while watching TV, the young woman saw her neighbor boy hang the wash outside.

Laundry - past vs present, Still a woman's job ?

    Laundry the word itself defines to dry the clothes washed, and for ages it has been a woman's job. According to the statistics presented where woman knows and feel the burden. I personally feel it is the problem of the woman who feels that men cannot wash and dry them out correctly and the clothes may fly away and lost.

   The women actually, should give a try and ask the men to do, when they do the laundry- they actually do it better than women as they take time and spread out evenly and dry them correctly as well as fold them neatly.

     Women who face this difficulty, it becomes their duty to train their son's to take up that job as it will be useful to them when they stay away from family during higher studies and when they abroad as they have to do it weather they like it or not. They need not feel the pain then.

Things that define me

"To define me are the words and images that are conducive to expansion an leads to success."

First of all I would like to define myself of all the different images a woman carries with her. Firstly born as a daughter, sister, wife, mother and additionally a professional by being a teacher.

P.C - Google images

      People in my town know me as a teacher who could teach children in a class in three different languages just to see a smile on the face of each and every student. The school in which I was working first, I had to teach the students basically in English language as it was the medium of instruction. But, noticing that no students understood what was taught as they were children of low economic status, and another set of students of the same class, which saw children of families migrated from the norther states of our country who could understand only Hindi. When I as a teacher, explained the less in Tamizh (Tamil) to the first set of children and in Hindi to the other set of children and then the whole class was made to be read in English, by both set of students. By this I satisfied both categories.