Walk of life

  Blog on SELF BELIEF. It was 1994. A lanky 18yr old from Defense background was asked by a gentleman to contest Miss India Beauty Pageant. She went to fill the registration form. She found that the very beautiful well known face in modeling Industry was contesting that year.Hence,many either hesitated or were opting out of the contest. But on the urging and motivation of her parents, the young girl decided to participate. She not only participated but won too. Self Belief . She believed in her potential and poise. Confidently She went ahead to represent India on the International platform of Miss Universe in Phillipines and won the crown for the first time for India. Many times,world and people around us doubt our credibility and expertise. At times,we may feel less equipped or lesser skilled for the job or project or maybe we maybe lesser qualified in terms of education or experience. Or.... We may be competing with someone much better ... Or.... We maybe preparing ...

  Self motivation Blog. I am a trained Bharata Natyam dancer.Started dancing and performing too right since 5/ 6 yrs of age. Even with a very hectic MBBS and also during Postgraduation in Anaesthesia ,the continuous 72hrs duties- Day and Night ICU and OT - didn't deter me from my Dance classes and practices. But Marriage and Birthing ,nurturing, caring, home management and Strenuous Anaesthesia private practice got me very busy..... My passion for dance got forgotten for 2 decades. A chance video taken by my daughter as I was showing her hand gestures on a Kathak song performed by Madhuri Dixit" Dhai Shyam Rok Layi"..... I was asked to perform in Anaesthesia CME . Dancing after so many years..... With fractures and surgeries, ligament tears.... And weight gain..... Very Difficult. Not easy. But not IMPOSSIBLE. Dancing requires energy, foot movements and rhythm. The entire process was painful, strenuous and frustrating. Steps needed modification. I chose a f...

  Milind             Weds                         Tripti Trust me.I will search a very good boy for you. Appaji told me 27yrs ago when I was doing Postgraduation in Anaesthesia in Nair hospital. My father kept his word. 25yrs back,today 18th November, 2000, at 8am ,Milind arrived with his family to Vashi .I had mehendi on both hands.My Attya feeding me. " No,you can't see the bride before wedding. It's inauspicious". I refused to turn around. Milind chuckled," I was married to you the day I saw you.Tomorrow is just a formality." 18th started our journey together with pre wedding rituals of both families coming together and greeting each other. 19th November 2000..... Milind and myself took the Saat Pheras....took wedding Vows .... Promising each other to love and support each other at every walk of lif...

  A story of an Ordinary Woman. A few days back,my son accompanied me to World Anaesthesia Day celebration as I was performing a dance. After the program got over,next day on the breakfast table,he said" Papa,only few recognize Mummy." Yes. Few recognize me in the Society. Neither do I have power nor money nor have I contributed to the Society in big way for recognition. A very Ordinary Woman. Story is similar for every woman. When priority becomes Family and kids over Career and Recognition. Many opportunities are pushed back or refused ....for .... A Parent Teachers meeting, Badminton tournaments, A Stage performance, Dentist appointment or something simple as an evening in the park or a Swim or a trek or a movie or a laser show on Karnataka history.....endless priorities. Social life and Professional life had to be comprised to caring,nurturing and monitoring. Academic excellence became a past.My kids saw me more in the kitchen and taking their studies and overl...

  The String Connecting The Beads. I had a dance program. My mother stayed up all night ,wove beautiful white beads together with a string and made a necklace matching with my costume. The string tied with a knot behind my neck. The necklace enhanced my entire get-up .Beautiful shining white beads adorned my neck. After the dance,my friends flocked around me and eagerly touched the necklace to feel the beads. One of them tugged the string...... The knot wasn't strong.The string broke. All the beautiful beads fell scattered all over the floor. As long the beads were held on together by the string....the necklace adorned my neck. The string broke..... The beads simply fell apart. Relationships between siblings and extended family members is similar to the beads and the string. The parents and elders in the family are like the String which holds everyone together. Once,they are no more....the siblings and cousins grow apart and the entire family just like beads simply segr...

  Satiety and Hunger. Dr Tripti Milind Galgali Hubli. Stretch your legs according to length of your blanket. Post Independence, majority of us have been through tough childhood and compromised growing up years. Once,we start earning, major part of income is segregated on the 1st day of month towards savings- Fixed deposits, Equity and shares,Real estate,Insurance.... Means of Savings to secure our future and help us in Emmergencies. But do we " Spend" . Indians don't spend much. Savings is imbibed into us since childhood. Hunger and Satiety. We are taught to eat only when hungry.For good health,we are taught to restrict our Satiety and control our Hunger. So,in life,too Indians are educated to control their Spending. Current generation lives with intention of " YOLO" You Only Live Once. Their Hunger for Spending is more and so longer is their Bucket List.... Satiety is missing in the dictionary of their life agenda. They stretch their legs longer...