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I have a saas-bahu relationship with Facebook - we maintain a good social image, but I can't stand the erratic mood swings of its algorithm and its desire to change the layout every now and then. I even bitch about it to my friends. Sadly, I can leave it only if I divorce my blog. You see, like a good mother, Facebook feeds my blog with 'hits' and 'likes'. Hence, I am indebted to it. But recently, I have been maintaining a safe distance. I deleted its app from my iPad and I log in from my laptop twice a day. Why, you ask?  Well, it's infected with many diseases which are affecting my mental health, if not physical. It all began on a Monday morning two weeks back. I scrolled down my timeline and saw 359 likes on a friend's photo. I rubbed and cursed my sleepy eyes. 359 - there is a serious overlap of figures! 359 - darn, slow internet, not loading properly! But to my utter dismay, between the time I rubbed my eyes and refreshed the page, the likes went u

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When parents are our buddy, When home is the place we have most fun. Gliding on the clouds of bliss, Where laughter is shared equally among old and young. Everyone listens, everyone cares, Be it mother, father, daughter or son. There - parenting becomes a joy ride, ...and khuljaye bachpan! I come from one such home, Where encouragement was in abundant supply. Be it starting my very own business or traveling alone abroad, I was told to look ahead and fly high. There was always a balance between caution and care, Our parents never snubbed us to go anywhere. Logic-reason-desire ruled above age, Failures were dealt with consolation and never with rage. It was more of friendship that bloomed while growing up, . ..and khushi ke pal filled our days with a midas touch. There was nothing we refrained to share, Moments of shame, dread or even despair. If my brother had a crush, they knew, Or the emotional stress I went through. If I bunked

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Mobile market is flooded with countless products. It's a challenge to pick one. If one phone has a better camera, other has a killer battery backup. If one phone can play clear videos, other has sleek finish. What if, you get a phone which has all the features you are looking for? I think, I will not wait to buy it. Well, I found one such phone - ZenFone 2 . I have been hearing about ZenFone for over a year, read tens of reviews, but since I shy away from buying a phone, I never paid much attention. And now that I want to have a phone, I have zeroed in ZenFone 2 for many reasons. Here are its stand out features - Killer Performance - This phone has 6 4-bit 2.3GHz Super Quad-Core Intel® Atom™ Z3580 processor and a 4GB of dual-channel DDR3 RAM . Now, even if you don’t understand the technicalities, it simply means - you can download faster, it has better touch response time and the clarity is amazing. A moving picture is much more crisp in it as compared to other phones. W

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Have a look at the video - shows the boundless joy wishes bring. There are times when our creative side itches to do something extra-ordinary. This year, on my marriage anniversary, I took the mammoth task of baking a black forest cake from scratch. Well, for someone who doesn’t have the necessary tools, baking and decorating a cake is not easy at all. Even without the tools, I somehow managed; but when I wanted to click a picture, I realized I don’t have a good camera ( look at the grainy picture I captured with my iPad) . Then and there, I made a mental note of buying a few things to polish my baking skills - a good microwave, decorating tools and not to forget , a DSLR camera ( read more about it on Uma's blog ) to indulge in food photography. Two things to mark the day - wedding anniversary and making black forest cake from scratch.For you, Alok <3 Posted by Saru Singhal on  Friday, April 17, 2015 With those wishes in my mind, I began searching for a m

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She held onto her agony She contained her shrieks Tormented, shattered, orphaned But her bruises do speak Many will gasp in shock It's ruthless and unheard of Mothers soothe our pain Not beat us or keep us under locks She suffered the unspoken Laden with sorrow she still strive I salute her courage As she did survive How can anyone witness and not rescue her? Are we this thick-skinned? Letting a girl die in anguish Silenced, even when humanity is killed Hard to fathom Many questions bother me since I heard Are we good enough for words? And not act when someone is hurt Even with father and (step)mother She was all alone I wonder ever since What if, she was her own? A 19 year old girl was being brutally tortured by her step mother. She was beaten ruthlessly and kept under dire conditions. I was shocked to hear that step mother poured toilet cleaner in her mouth and over her face. And his real father witnessed all this barbarism in silence. I wonder, what kind of person