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Water Water Everywhere

Surprisingly...water was a difficult thing to write about. such a common commodity,found all around and, spoken so much about it. Uff !!  Gave my mind something to chew aabout for the whole day. 

Generally I don't google for info, but today I did.
And this is what I found....
Water molecules form hydrogen bonds with each other and are strongly polar. ... Its hydrogen bonding causes its many unique properties, such as having a solid form less dense than its liquid form, a relatively high boiling point of 100 °C for its molar mass, and a high heat capacity. Density: 1 g/cm³ Boiling point: 99.98 °C Formula: H2O Melting point: 0 °C Molar mass: 18.01528 g/mol IUPAC ID: Water, Oxidane Because water seems so ubiquitous, many people are unaware of the unusual and unique properties of water, including: ·         Boiling Point and Freezing Point. ·         Surface Tension, Heat of Vaporization, and Vapor Pressure. ·         Viscosity and Cohesion. ·         Solid State.

My Autobiography

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My Autobiography
Hi guys…
I am lazing on the banks of a lazy river meandering about the terrains of a hot village in Karnataka.
 My eyes are half open, as I keep a watch on what’s happening around me. The water is lapping at my cheeks, making the heat bearable. The fishes are gossiping about the village women who took a dip in the river to bathe during the early hours of the day. Naughty fishes, I must say. Must be the males… Hehehe… typical..!!
What caught my attention, how-ever, was a young chap in red-checked  boxers, and chappals with the heels worn off, skipping away to the nearest  post box to drop in a letter to his married sister residing in the distant city.
He was sweating profusely, and not a tree in sight to shelter him from the scorching heat. My heart went out to him. ''Poor fellow,'' I thought.
As I continued to laze about, nicely, comfortably, lying in my double bed, very much within my comfort zone, the sights in front of me were not very comfortable.
I witn…

Three things that I will burn this weekend…..

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Three things that I will burn this weekend…..
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.
Whoa !! what a weekend it’s going to be. Just the thought is giving me so much of a calm and soothing effect.
Let's see, what’s at the brim of my mind to be burnt, at the behest of this week’s WOW.(Write Over the Weekend)   Hmmmmmm…………………
Ok, so, here goes……
Burn the dance floor. Oh ! What a fantastic Friday Night it would be. To be held in the arms of a person you love. To groove away endlessly to the music which transfers you from the spectacled, straight-faced, duty bound, workaholic secretary to a happy, carefree girl deeply in love. Seems like the DJ knows you are here to rock n roll.
Without caring two hoots to the week gone by or the one which is yet to come. Swaying to the slow beats and progressing to the high tempo-ed  JHINGAA-LA-LA HO types. Leaves you panting and sweating, yet yearning for more and as if on cue, he spins another disc an…

The horror story of the mountains in space .. I am blogging my #ColgateMagicalstories at BlogAdda in association with Colgate .

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The horror story of the mountains in space
I am blogging my #ColgateMagicalstories at <a href="http://blogadda.com">BlogAdda </a> in association with <a href="http://www.colgate.co.in/en/in/oc">Colgate </a>.




Story making is an art, just like any other art form. To some it’s an inbuilt mechanism whereas some others need a Vroom- a start-up kit. Mothers are a natural pro at this, with the built-in app. To feed, bathe, soothe , or put the  infant to slumber… a new wave of imagination weaves forth effortlessly. Children then carry the story-telling- baton forward.

Here’s a bit of the imaginative weave from a Big Brother to a Baby Sister….from Anirudh to Anandita.

Once upon a time, long-long ago, there was this planet where no man had dared to go. On this unknown planet, the only occupants were  Mr. GREENAPPLE PIE and Miss.CAVITY DRILLER. They were surrounded by rotting mountains and slippery walls.

 Inside, it was as dark as it could possibly get an…

‘I have just 9 more months!’.. she thinks

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This  post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for India Bloggers by Blogadda


'I have just 9 more months!’  she tells herself.
Giving her an aura of being at peace. She will complete 50 years of age. Thus starts her second innings.
50th Birthdays are made in heaven. To be distributed to the priceless species on earth. But.. What the hell !! Why is this 50th event so special? Is it because it occurs only once in a 100 years? When it arrives for the second time, its called a centenary.  J Whatever the reason… it is a much awaited one for sure. 'I have just 9 more months.'...  she reminds herself


Now, this woman is definitely not the coy teenager nor a first-time inexperienced harassed mother of a toddler. No more a demure wife, often treated like a doormat. Crossed every bridge, as it approached. Through the course of this journey called life, has braved the ups and the downs of experiences. She has borne the rubs and digs of the snooty-snobs of society. Has learn…