Swati Balivada

Once, there was a family that lived together and grew together. Two sons were raised under the same roof, loved equally—but measured constantly. Skin tone, height, marks, abilities—nothing escaped comparison. Marriage did not end it. It only changed shape. Gold, beauty, status, respect—quiet questions replaced loud ones: Are we less? Are we enough? Believing he was behind, one son chased “ahead.” The joint family thinned into a nuclear one. Open spaces shrank into an apartment. Many plates became four. Husband and wife worked—not out of greed, but to support each other. They stretched their wings together. Money came. Stability came. A maid came. A nanny came. Then something else arrived. The children ran first to the nanny’s arms. She knew their fears, their habits, their favourite colours. The parents did not. The father was no longer the man of the house—only a partner in a system. The home felt less like a family and more like a workplace. Conversations needed appointme...

Room Number 906 The sound of the door opening was heard. I quickly turned around; the speed of the light struck my eyes sharply. A dark shadow entered, and soon after, a doctor appeared in a white coat, a stethoscope hanging around his neck like a garland. Had I been promoted to a new room, or transferred from the ICU? Was this good news, or something to be understood or explained? It was beyond comprehension. The doctor held my hand, and I came fully back to my senses. “Why is your palm blue?” the doctor asked. At once, I looked at my mother’s face, then turned my pale face toward the doctor. He glanced at my clothes and said softly, “First, wash your hands.” My mother, holding the IV bottle, walked with me to the washbasin. The entire blue color washed away with water. The doctor laughed and said, “This is just the effect of your blue kurti.” Hearing this, everyone’s breath eased. Just then, I noticed a new face peeking at us from behind the curtain. Parvati. On the patients’ chart p...

రూం నెంబర్ 906 తలుపు తెరుచుకున్న శబ్దం వినిపించగానే నేను వెనక్కి తిరిగిచూశాను. ఒక్కసారిగా వెలుగులు నా కళ్లను తాకాయి. ముందుగా ఒక నీడ మాత్రమే కనిపించింది. కొద్దిసేపటి తరువాత తెల్లని కోటు ధరించిన, మెడలో స్టెతోస్కోప్ వేసుకున్న వైద్యుడు లోనికి అడుగుపెట్టాడు. “నేను కొత్త గదికి మార్చబడ్డానా? లేక ఐసీయూ నుండి బయటికి వచ్చానా? ఇది శుభవార్తేనా లేక వేరే కారణమా?” – నా మనసు అనేక ప్రశ్నలతో అలమటించింది. వైద్యుడు నా చేతిని పట్టుకున్నప్పుడు నేనంతా చైతన్యంతో నిండిపోయాను. “నీ అరచేతులు నీలంగా ఎందుకు కనిపిస్తున్నాయి?” అని ప్రశ్నించాడు. నేను తల్లివైపు చూశాను. ఆమె ముఖం క్షణంలో తెల్లబడింది. మళ్లీ వైద్యుని వైపు తిరిగి చూశాను. ఆయన నా దుస్తులవైపు చూపించి, “ముందుగా చేతులు కడుక్కోండి” అన్నారు. తల్లి సలైన్ సీసా పట్టుకొని నన్ను చేతి కడుక్కునే చోటుకు తీసుకెళ్లింది. నీటిలో కడిగేసరికి ఆ నీలి రంగు అంతా తొలిగిపోయింది. వైద్యుడు స్వల్పంగా చిరునవ్వు చిందిస్తూ, “అది నీ నీలి రంగు కుర్తీ వలన” అన్నాడు. అంతటితో అందరి ఊపిరి పీల్చుకున్నట్టయింది. అప్పుడే తెర వెనుకనుండి ఒక కొత్త ముఖం తొంగిచూసింది – పార్వతి. తలుపు దగ్గర అతికించిన రోగుల...

Room No. 906 The sound of the door opening was heard. I quickly turned around; the speed of the light struck my eyes sharply. A dark shadow entered, and soon after, a doctor appeared in a white coat, a stethoscope hanging around his neck like a garland. Had I been promoted to a new room, or transferred from the ICU? Was this good news, or something to be understood or explained? It was beyond comprehension. The doctor held my hand, and I came fully back to my senses. “Why is your palm blue?” the doctor asked. At once, I looked at my mother’s face, then turned my pale face toward the doctor. He glanced at my clothes and said softly, “First, wash your hands.” My mother, holding the IV bottle, walked with me to the washbasin. The entire blue color washed away with water. The doctor laughed and said, “This is just the effect of your blue kurti.” Hearing this, everyone’s breath eased. Just then, I noticed a new face peeking at us from behind the curtain. Parvati! On the patients’ chart past...

Dad's Photography Location: Alleppey, Kerala Here's a short story behind my dad's passion for photography. He enrolled in a certificate course in photography around the time I was about to be born. He wanted to preserve those precious memories through photographs. Soon after, he began capturing my pictures—one of the earliest was a photo of me eating Cerelac in Hyderabad. That very photograph was selected by Nestlé as the third cutest baby photo in 1996, and we received a cash prize of ₹3000. My father couldn’t believe his eyes, wrote a postcard  to my grandmother in Andhra Pradesh. Neither could my grandfather believe , who travelled all the way from Andhra Pradesh (present-day Jharkhand) to Bihar just to see the newborn baby girl who had arrived in the Balivada family. A baby girl hadn’t been born in our family for three generations, so the news brought immense joy. And in those precious moments, reels rolled on, capturing the raw emotions, smiles,...

The confidence i can carry in a six yards saree impeccable which i can never match to any other attires... Every yard accross the body makes you conquer... The touch of mother land , the spirit of nation is always cherished in a Saree... This saree covers Faces of women and women on every inch.... Let's make it normal to drap a saree in a very comfortable way...let it be rooted...let it be loved on body than in cupboards... Let's the Pallu fly in air and let your wings fly higher  My dear Women🤍

This is the untold story of a village cradled in the embrace of lush greenery, far away from the rush of the city. In the courtyard, a little granddaughter plays, while on a cot nearby, her doll lies under the open sky, counting countless stars as Grandpa’s stories fill the night. Under the silver moonlight, tales of seven princes and seven fishes unfold, carrying the young girl into a world of dreams. Grandpa’s cherished granddaughter, a radiant source of joy for the entire village, becomes the center of every gathering. With her tiny hands painting her nails red, she charms everyone with her innocent grace. The courtyard soon transforms into a meeting place for villagers, where they gather to watch television together, and Anandrao Master’s granddaughter becomes the beloved playmate of many households. The highlight, however, is the granddaughter’s delightful talent for adorning her nails—something so simple, yet it creates a stir throughout the village. Neighbors gather just to witn...

O. Henry, whose real name was William Sydney Porter, was born on September 11, 1862. On the occasion of his birth anniversary, we remember and celebrate the life and literary contributions of this renowned American short story writer. O. Henry is best known for his masterful storytelling and his ability to craft short stories with unexpected and clever twists at the end. His works often depicted the everyday life of ordinary people in New York City and other settings, and they frequently explored themes of irony and coincidence. Some of his most famous stories include "The Gift of the Magi," "The Ransom of Red Chief," and "The Last Leaf." Throughout his career, O. Henry's writing style and storytelling prowess endeared him to readers around the world. His stories continue to be anthologized and adapted into various forms of media, cementing his place as a beloved figure in American literature. As we mark his birth anniversary, we pay tribute to O. Henr...

It's noteworthy that Swami Vivekananda, the renowned Indian philosopher and spiritual leader, delivered his historic speech at the Parliament of the World's Religions in Chicago, USA, on September 11, 1893. During this speech, he addressed the audience with the famous opening words, "Sisters and brothers of America," which drew widespread attention and made a lasting impact. Swami Vivekananda's speech at the Parliament of the World's Religions is considered a seminal moment in the history of interfaith dialogue and the introduction of Hindu philosophy and spirituality to the Western world. In his address, he eloquently spoke about the universality of religion, tolerance, and the need for harmony among different faiths and cultures. Vivekananda's message of religious tolerance, spiritual enlightenment, and the importance of understanding and respecting diverse beliefs still resonates today. His speech continues to inspire individuals and organizations world...

महान कवयित्री महादेवी वर्मा की पुण्य तिथि के अवसर पर, हम भारतीय साहित्य में उनके महत्वपूर्ण योगदान और कविता के क्षेत्र में उनकी स्थायी विरासत को याद करते हैं और उनका सम्मान करते हैं। महादेवी वर्मा, जिनका जन्म 26 मार्च, 1907 को फर्रुखाबाद, भारत में हुआ और उनका निधन 11 सितंबर, 1987 को हुआ, एक प्रमुख हिंदी कवयित्री, स्वतंत्रता सेनानी और महिला अधिकार कार्यकर्ता थीं। महादेवी वर्मा को उनकी उत्कृष्ट कविता के लिए जाना जाता है, जिसमें प्रकृति, प्रेम, आध्यात्मिकता और महिलाओं के सशक्तिकरण सहित कई विषयों की खोज की गई है। वह छायावाद आंदोलन की एक प्रमुख हस्ती थीं, जो हिंदी कविता का एक साहित्यिक आंदोलन है जो अपनी रोमांटिक और गीतात्मक शैली के लिए जाना जाता है। उनकी सबसे प्रसिद्ध कृतियों में से एक "यम" है, जो कविताओं का एक संग्रह है जो प्रकृति के साथ उनके गहरे संबंध और जीवन और मृत्यु के बारे में उनके आत्मनिरीक्षण अन्वेषण को स्पष्ट रूप से दर्शाती है। उनकी कविताएँ अक्सर गहन दार्शनिक और आध्यात्मिक अर्थ रखती हैं, जो पीढ़ी-दर-पीढ़ी पाठकों के बीच गूंजती रहती हैं। महादेवी वर्मा न केवल एक प्रखर कवयित...

मुक्ति बोध, जिनका जन्म नाम पूर्ण चंद्र दास था, भारत में एक प्रभावशाली आध्यात्मिक शिक्षक और दार्शनिक थे। उनकी मृत्यु की सालगिरह पर उन्हें आध्यात्मिकता के क्षेत्र में उनके महत्वपूर्ण योगदान और उनकी शिक्षाओं के लिए याद किया जाता है जो कई लोगों को प्रेरित करती रहती हैं। मुक्ति बोध का 11 सितंबर, 1966 को निधन हो गया। वह अपने गहन ज्ञान और साधकों को उनकी आध्यात्मिक यात्राओं पर मार्गदर्शन करने की क्षमता के लिए जाने जाते थे। उनकी शिक्षाओं में आत्म-बोध, ध्यान और आंतरिक शांति की खोज के महत्व पर जोर दिया गया। मुक्तिबोध का दर्शन विभिन्न आध्यात्मिक परंपराओं से प्रेरित है और व्यक्तियों को जन्म और मृत्यु के चक्र से मुक्ति (मुक्ति) का मार्ग प्रदान करने का प्रयास करता है। उनकी आध्यात्मिक विरासत को उनके अनुयायी आगे बढ़ा रहे हैं और आध्यात्मिक ज्ञान चाहने वालों पर इसका प्रभाव जारी है। उनकी मृत्यु की सालगिरह पर, लोग मुक्तिबोध की शिक्षाओं को याद करते हैं और आध्यात्मिक स्वतंत्रता की तलाश में आंतरिक विकास और आत्म-प्राप्ति के महत्व पर विचार करते हैं। उनका काम आध्यात्मिक पथ पर चलने वालों के लिए प्रेरणा का स्रोत ब...

Premchand, whose real name was Dhanpat Rai Srivastava, was a renowned Hindi writer who played a significant role in the developmentof Hindi literature. He was born on July 31, 1880, in Lamahi, a village in present-day Uttar Pradesh, India. Premchand is celebrated for his realistic and socially conscious writing, which captured the struggles and aspirations ofthe common people in the early 20th century. Here are some special aspects about Premchand: 1. Realism and Social Issues: Premchand's writing delved deep into the social issues prevalent during his time. He highlighted problems like poverty, discrimination, gender inequality, and the plight of rural communities. His stories depicted the harsh reality of life, focusing on the struggles faced by common people. 2. Empathy for Women: Premchand was known for his empathy towards women and their plight in society. He portrayed female characters as strong, resilient, and often challenged societal norms. His stories often addressed fema...

हमारे वैद्यनाथ मिश्र,हमारे नागार्जुन , हमारे यात्री जी का ११० जयंती के अवसर पर  मेरी ओर से यह  छोटीसी कविता -," एक यात्री का आवाज़" "एक यात्री का आवाज़" मैं एक यात्री हूँ,  न टिकता वहा का न यहा का,  जन मानस का आवाज़ में बसता हूँ। मज़दूरों का नारा में जीता हूँ,  क्रांतिकारियों के कांत हूँ, किसानों का तलाश हूँ।। जाती न देखता हूँ गरीब का, देखा न गया हाल उनके घरों का, अनदेखा रह न पाया  जब आया अकाल और उसके बाद का, सूखे थे वह चिंगारियां, भूखे थे वे पेट, मिट्टी को माँ मानके जो चले, चलता हूँ मैं उनके साथ। मनुष्य हूँ मैं, बादल को घिरते देखा , साशन को शोषण करते देखा, गरीब का गला घुटते देखा, बदलते हुए उन वचन को देखा। पूँछते था उनको, जो लेते थे नाम मार्क्सवाद का की, कौनसे मार्क्सवाद के बात करते हो? चारु मजूमदार या चे गोवरा का ? खिचड़ी का ये विप्लव न काम के, न दाम के , उठाते हो बंदूक,  करते तो हो आत्म समर्पण। ये नागार्जुन रहेगा याद, जब तक ये यात्री रहेगा भारत में भाग। -स्वाति बलिवाडा swatipatnaik@yandex.com

रूम नंबर 906 दरवाज़ा खुलने की आवाज़ आई थी, मैंने झट से मुड़कर देखा, रोशनी की रफ़्तार तेज़ी से आँखों में चौकी। काली परछाई कुछ देर बाद सफ़ेद कोट और गले में स्टेथोस्कोप की माला लटकाए हुए डॉक्टर साहब आए थे। नया कमरा में प्रमोशन से आई हूँ या आई.सी.यू. से बदली हूँ, ये खुशखबरी है या ये भाव को समझना या समझाना समझ से बाहर था। डॉक्टर साहब मेरे हाथ थामे और मैं पूरी तरह होश में आ गई थी। "ये, तुम्हारी हथेली नीली क्यों है?" डॉक्टर ने पूछा। तुरंत मैं अपनी माँ का चेहरा देखकर डॉक्टर को सफ़ेद मुँह लगाकर देखने लगी। डॉक्टर मेरे कपड़े देखे और धीरे से बोले, "पहले हैंडवॉश करो।" सलाईन बोतल को पकड़कर मेरी माँ मेरे साथ वॉशबेसिन तक चली। सारा नीला रंग पानी से मिट गया, डॉक्टर हँसकर बोले, "ये तुम्हारी नीली कुर्ती का असर है।" यह सुनकर सबकी साँसें धीमी हुईं। तभी मैंने देखा, एक नया चेहरा पर्दे से झाँककर हमारी ओर देख रही थी। पार्वती! दरवाज़े पर लगाई गई मरीज़ों का परिचय पर्ची पर Room 906 Tapasvi 21 Female के साथ Parvati 21 Female भी था। काफ़ी कमज़ोर बदन की थी, पीली आँखें और दाँत ...

•परिचय ~ नाम- सच्चिदानन्द हीरानन्द वात्स्यायन ‘अज्ञेय’ जन्म-7 मार्च सन् 1811 ई०जन्म – स्थानकसया (कुशीनगर) मृत्यु-4 अप्रैल, 1987 पत्नी का नाम- कपिला पिता का नाम-पंडित हीरानन्द शास्त्री माता का नाम-वयन्ती देवी •सच्चिदानंद हीरानंद वात्स्यायन 'अज्ञेय' हिंदी साहित्य के क्षेत्र में योगदान देने वाले महान रचनाकार हैं l उनकी यात्रा ब्रिटिश भारतीय सेना में कप्तान से स्वतंत्रता सेनानी के रूप में बदली जहाँ इन्हें भगत सिंह को जेल से बाहर निकालने का काम सौंपा गया l जब योजना को निरस्त कर दिया गया और तब वह छिप गए, नवंबर 1930 में अमृतसर में अज्ञेय जी को गिरफ्तार कर लिया गया और लगभग 4 साल जेल और 2 साल स्वयं घर में नजरबन्द में काटे गए l जेल में उसकी कलम ने "शेखर: एक जिवानी" रचना को जन्म दिया, जिसे जेल अधिकारियों द्वारा ज़ब्त करदिया गया l •अज्ञेय जी की चिरस्मरणीय योगदानों में ~ कैलिफोर्निया विश्वविद्यालय, बर्कले में एक विजिटिंग फैकल्टी के रूप में। वह प्रगतिशील लेखक संघ (PWA) से जुड़े थे। 1964- साहित्य अकादमी पुरस्कार 1978- ज्ञानपीठ पुरस...

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आज भी राम और रावण निरंतर युद्ध कर रहे हैं, परन्तु कलियुग मे मानव की सोच ही युद्ध का अंतिम निर्णय लेता है, विजय - पराजय का प्रतिशत  तो हमारे सोच से जन्म लेता हैं।  फिलहाल  जीत ,  ज्ञान  या अज्ञान पर आधारित हैं,ये  तत्कालीन लोक ही जाने।  क्योंकि कलयुग हैं मित्र , स्वयं सब जानता है समझकर पहचान भी न करपाता हैं ये मानव। श्रीराम सर्वांतर्यामी हैं ,ये सत्य भूलकर , घी से भरी दीपाली को भूलकर , दुष्प्रभाव से भरी पटाके के मोझ में भरा रहता हैं।  मानव भूलजाता हैं कि वह स्वयं राक्षस रूप धारण करके भूदेवी को दुख दे रहा है। शुभ दिया वाली दिवाली🙏🏻