Thursday, 18 December 2014

Humanity has a new low!

I really don't know how to vent out my anger and sadness on what happened in Peshwar. It was a uncalled act of heinous, hideous crime.

Little Children.
What did they do to you?
Were they by any chance involved between you and the government?

There are many who are never going to return home and their are many who lost their confidence/peace of mind and are badly traumatized.

Taliban has some explanation to give.
Government has some things to say.

But where was the fault of the common man. These families just wanted to earn some money to raise their family with pride. They just wanted to give good education to their children. They led a simple life, just like most of us.

They didn't know what's happening to families of the Taliban group. They didn't have any clue what's there in the highly confidential government files and how are they dealing with the Taliban.

Shooting little children, so many of
Really, how could you?
How could you?
Are your family happy now?

You could have done some financial damage. Or, you could have disrupted the functioning of the government. They were your enemy, right?

Why common man?

The common man, who never wants any war.
The common man who just want some safety for his family.
The common man, the one and only loser in any and every war fares.

Little children.


Wednesday, 17 December 2014

For you, My Peppa Pig fan

Pig Fan!
A big pig fan!

Can you believe it. 

Since childhood if I have ever disliked any animal a lot, then it is just the pigs. The way they just become so comfortable in the dirty muddy puddles on the road side or the way they doze off in that immensely bad smelling puddles, makes them the most disliked animal. 

Not even in my wildest dream did I think that my little girl would grow up loving the - pigs. Somehow it is not only her, but me too who have started liking pigs.

Her craziness for it is so much that I had to buy a Piggy bag, a piggy talking toy, a piggy bottle. The demand list is long. So, let's go further!!

For all this craziness for the piggies, I would like to thank one and only, Peppa, the pig!

Peppa Pig. 

A very cute, simple animated show which has animals as talking people. The whole show revolves around the Peppa Pig and her family which has her little brother George, mummy pig and daddy pig. 

There are other characters like Suzy Sheep, Danny Dog, Pedro Pony, Emily Elephant, Zoe Zebra, Rebecca Rabbit and their younger siblings and parents. These character might be human-like talking characters but the individual features of a character is also highlighted. Like pigs love muddy puddles, rabbits loves carrot and lives in burrow, fox smelling power and things like that. 

Unlike our animated hero Bheem, who believes in dhishum-dhisham and who is the unbeatable hero in my daughter's eyes, this animated series is way too milder. 

It deals with little problems of children, teaching them simple but important things like sharing, caring, no-fighting, playing together, singing and growing up together. I have watched the whole series with my daughter and I have not seen even a slightest physical violence of any sort.

There are no monsters, no evil creatures, lots of other animals, lots of songs, lots of picnic and lots of laughs. In fact every episode ends with a typical laughing session, where everyone present in that part falls down on their back and laughs hysterically. Trust me, even the fish in the bowl, turns upside down and laughs at the end, if at all that fish is present in that scene. 

It is a great watch for kids. I think, it teaches a lot of good things to kids. This Peppa Pig series brings out the innocence of a child and sets up a good example. 

It is so going on and on, on my idiot box. If you want to make your child watch TV for extended hours, without him/her learning all dhishum-dhisham, Peppa pig is highly recommended.

Infact, I am sure, if you watch it, you will love it too, right from the start till the end.

Monday, 15 December 2014

Your Safety, Your responsibility!

There was a little girl. Highly pampered, happy-go-lucky and princess for the day - as it was her birthday.

When she opened her sleepy eyes early in the morning, all she could see was - pink balloons. All over the room. Within seconds she recollected that it was her birthday. Oh yes, it is! As she was going to jump out her bed, her parents walked in with a big box wrapped in a red glittery sheet. She yelled "Yeah, it's my birthday, Papa, Mummy!" Her parents hugged and wished her birthday.

Without much delay, she opened her gift. It was a red car. A red remote controlled car. Big one. That little girl started crying. She threw away the gift. She started yelling, "I told you I want a white helicopter. I don't want any other gift!" She turned around, hid her face in the pillow and started crying loudly.

All her mother wanted to do was, give her a tight slap for such a behaviour. But her father tried to control the situation. He said, "But I thought my princess will love this gift. This is the most wanted toy around in world right now. But if you think you want something ordinary, we will get that too!"

She stopped crying, turned around and looked at the red car. It was good. It was very flashy. It was amazing. She was already in love with it. She jumped out of bed. Took out the car from the box and there she was, playing with her new fancy toy.

Her parents smiled. She was their princess and they wanted to make every day of hers - grand. A fairy tale. She got the best dresses to wear, best food to eat, best school and an over-protective childhood with her mother shadowing her to every nook and corner. All her demands were given in and she always had one. Her parents never complained. She was their only child who was born after years of their marriage. Well, that was the explanation they gave to everyone else, who thought their daughter was over-pampered and they were over-protective about her. 

They went ahead for the party preparation. In evening, there was a huge party. Food, friends and family. Everybody was there. Everything was there. It was just a dream birthday every little girl or boy could wish for. The little girl got it. But her fairy tale life was to be over soon.

Bearly she had come out from the nostalgia of her birthday, one day when she returned home from school, she saw a huge crowd. Outside her house. Silence or not. Crying. Howling. She couldn't understand. All eyes got pinned to her when people noticed her, with pity in their eyes. As she reached near her door, she saw the most terrifying seen in front of her. Someone was lying on the floor and that was her own mother who was howling and crying and shouting. Her granny came near her and hugged her softly. She gently put the words in little girl's ears that her father has gone to meet God. She knew what it meant. But she asked her granny a question, with hope in her eyes and tremble in her voice, "Will he be back home soon?"

There was a silence. Everyone knew the answer, no one gave. 

After her father passed away, they stayed in the same house. But it was not warm any more. No parties, no fancy toys. Rather no new toys at all. All she could hear from my mother was that they need to save more. Her mother started working. The neighbours or someone in the family used to be around the little girl after the school when her mother was off to work.Or she used to be all alone. Sometimes on cold food or sometimes on just cold milk. 

Her mother's salary was not much. But it was enough for food, shelter, few new clothes and her school expenses. When she did good in school, she even got one Mcdonald's burger or one cold drink or a packet of chips or a chocolate. Life was still going on, it was good with her mother around. Her mother used to do little things to make her happy, trying very very hard to cope-up with her ever increasing expenses and trying to fulfill less-expensive demands.

Life would have been more easier and dreamier with her father around. She would have had her mother for everything. She wouldn't be left on mercy of neighbours or some family member who often cribbed that they need to baby sit her every day. She wouldn't have craved for things which she actually never valued before. She would have had hot meals. Every day.

She felt cold. 

If only, he was around.


She was just about the same age, eight or nine. Her mother didn't remember her date of birth clearly. She was her father's angel. They were not very rich. But they lived happily. Her father went to work as a guard in a bank. Her mother took great care of her and her two little brother. One was around 5 and one was nearly 2.
Her mother used to take them to school and used to come to pick them up. Her mother used to stay at home for her little brother. This little girl and her brothers had little demands but equally protective childhood and good hot food to eat. They used to do what kids do - play, study and play. That's it. They made a complete happy and content family.

Until one day.

Little girl and her brother were waiting to be picked up from the school. But there was no sign of their mother. They thought that their mother might have got busy with the toddler or forgot to come. So, they held each others' hand and walked back home. It wasn't a long walk. But when they neared their home, they saw a lot of people.

When the crowd realized the kids' presence, they started whispering and staring at them. The kids were only little. They felt really awkward. All they could think in their minds was - What's wrong. Why are they staring at us. Did we do something wrong? Then they heard their mother's voice. She was crying. Very loudly. They ran and they saw someone lying on the floor. Covered in white sheet. 

They held their hand tightly. Both of them were only little. They were scared. When they went near, they saw. It was their father. They couldn't understand exactly but tears started rolling down their little eyes.

Everything changed after that day.

Little girl's mother used to wake up real early cook and clean and go off to work. Little girl used to do remaining household work and taking care of her brothers. She held their hands, dropped the elder one to the school, waited outside the school with the little one and walked back together, to the place called home. 

She became a little God mother to her brothers. She served them food. Cold. They all ate together. Then she used to do the remaining work for the day.

No play. 
No school. 
No childhood.


These two little girl's were not related. Not by blood, not by stars and nor by destiny. But after a certain stage, their life was similar. Cold. 

They were connected by CARELESSNESS. Carelessness of whom? It doesn't matter. Really. 
This is what happened the day when their lives became similar:

It was around 11 'o' clock. Just that one little girl's father was driving his car WITHOUT HIS SEAT BELT. He was going for a client's meet. He was taking updates from his colleague. ON A PHONE. WHILE DRIVING. He didn't get time to get the details in office, so he thought, ring up and take down details. 
How much will it matter?

It was an empty road and other little girl's father was trying to cross the road. He did this every day. To go across and get a cup of tea. Without Bothering About The Zebra Crossing. Without considering about the green/yellow/red lights. 
How much will it matter?

A young boy BELOW 18 was driving. HE WAS HAVING A BAD HANGOVER. Still not in his senses completely. 
But again, how much does it matter?

There was a collision. No one know who was at fault.
No one knows how and when! 
But it did happen.
Police records claim that two lost their lives - on the spot.
One was critical and partially paralyzed

Can you still say, how much does it matter?


Every bit of your attention. Every bit of the rules.

Cause not only two, but there were many more who lost some part of their lives. 

Who was at fault? 
-- All of them.
How it happened?
-- Lack of responsibility, carelessness.

Who was the one who tried to save the situation?
-- Who knows? 

Who paid the price?
-- All families and they themselves.

All these questions and all these answers, does it matter at this stage? 
No it doesn't!
Cause the harm is done, and the price is being payed by their lives and their families' state. 


Your life is in your own hands. Just remember the 5 rules:

1.      Don't drink & drive: Give yourself another chance to get drunk again. Don't end your story at once!

2.   Wear your seat belt: Wearing your seat belt will not make you a loser, not wearing it will certainly do so! 

3.     Follow traffic Rules: Rules are meant to be broken, is not cool at all. You can't risk your and others life for some foolish fun. We don't have a reel life, it is real life, you might not get a second chance at all. 

4.   Stop the car if urgent: If you have to answer a call or call someone, stop your car at a safe place and make the call. Just ensure that you do call them again, today and tomorrow rather than making them wait for ever and ever. 

5.    Thumb Rule::BE ALERT: Accidents don't happen every day, it happens that one day you were not careful enough. So be alert. At all times. At every cost. Be Responsible. 

BE ALERT! Be Safe! Be Responsible!

Nissan has taken over a project to alert people about their own responsibility on the road. Nissan is helping people drive safe and is promoting - SAFETY for you and for your family and friends. 

Nissan started this program in 2012 and have reached to various cities and around 2 lakh people and still counting. 

The Blue Citizenship is enriching people's life and making it safer and happier. Let's join hands with Nissan and create the awareness. Your life is important. Live it. Safely. Be  Responsible. 

This blog is for the Indiblogger activity in association with Nissan.

Tuesday, 18 November 2014

For Babli!

It was dark and cold December night. It might be the night when everyone else was welcoming the new year. But this little girl had a problem. 

In the daytime a beautiful girl, named Rani, had come to her small village. Rani's father was of this village but then he got a job in some big city. She stayed with them in a house in the city and she had come to visit her ancestral home with lots and lots of sweets. 

Babli opened her tiny little eyes and smiled as she remembered that beautiful Rani and her smile. Rani must be her age. But she was fare. She was wearing very beautiful dress and had the world best smile. 

It was dark, but there was some moon light. Babli got up slowly and tried to look into a small mirror kept on the trunk in a corner. She smiled. For herself. Her smile faded away. She held her tummy and sat there. 

Babli had a bit too much sweets and she wanted to go to the bathroom.

Solution is quiet easy, isn't it? Go ahead, switch on the bathroom light and close the door and get done with your problem, go back to sleep.

It is not so for Babli. She tries to wake up her mother taking care that her father doesn't hear. She is ashamed that she needs to go to the bathroom at this hour. I wonder if it is a matter to be ashamed of? How many of us think twice before using the bathroom for n+1 number of times in day and night.

Anyways, here we are with Babli. So, she tries to tell her mother softly, "Maaa, Maaa, I want to go to the bathroom!"

Her mother opens her sleepy eyes, trying to understand what her daughter is trying to say in her hush-hush voice, she replies, "But you just went when we were going to sleep. Is it very urgent?"

Babli has tears in her eyes. She feels sorry that she had to wake up her mother. She knows how much hard work her mother has to do and waking her up at this hour is not fair. Her mother pats her and says, "It's okay! You go. But come back fast. Be careful. I am waiting!"

Babli smiles. Her mother can't accompany her cause of her kid sister and brother sleeping in the house. Plus, Babli doesn't has to go far. Her bathroom is just a mile away.

Babli opens the door as softly as she could. She shuts the door behind her. The air is colder than she expected. She could hardly breathe properly. She was shivering and trying to go to her bathroom in the moonlight. She passes her friend's house. The entire village seems to be sleeping. She was fast but careful not to make any noise. She think of Rani again and smiles. She thinks where Rani would have to go if she wanted to use a bathroom.

She reaches her destination. The pungent and intolerable smell is the key feature of this place. Open starry view above. Bushes as the wall. She tries to get a clean place to defecate. The sound of water flowing near-by, the cold breeze and thought of Rani, Babli didn't seem to be in any hurry.

When almost she was through, she heard footsteps. Someone was calling for her. Oh, it was her dad. She came running on the main road and almost collided with her father. Her father yelled at her, "Do you even know how cold it is and what time it is? You couldn't find a better way to trouble us in the night? Couldn't you wait till morning. Fool. Now hurry home. Silly girl!"

Babli just looked down. Tears rolling down her cheeks. Humiliated. Embarrassed. Just making a small promise to herself, "From tomorrow, just a sip water and half roti!"

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Hope we do get the solution to Babli's and other kids' huge problem. Hope they all eat as much roti and drinks as much water, as much they wants to.     

HealthyMe! HappyMe!

Life doesn't turn out to be as you plan or think it would be.

Born to Indian working parents, I have always had 24 hours help at home. Life before marriage was as easy as falling in love with Mr. Amitabh Bachchan. Be it getting housework done to food to anything else other than sitting, hogging, relaxing, studying or the basic natures tasks, every little thing  was done by the helps. The regular ones or the replacements.

When I got married, well of course, I was still in some dream land. I was not prepared to get into shoes of the home-care-taker. I just knew how to sit and relax.

Before I could actually enjoy my newly-wed life, there was a house looking at me with the expectation that I will take care of it. Household work, food, organising, decorating and what not.

"Hello, I just can't do it!" I tried not to be too melodramatic with my husband, whom I barely knew. It was an arranged marriage and I had clearly mentioned that I don't know how to cook. But the work was much more than just cooking. But he was cool about my attitude and we decided to delegate all the household work to the maid.

Like I said, life doesn't turn out to be as you plan or think it would be.

The maid search started and to my surprise, this time was as difficult as walking on heated coal. The real comedy/tragedy started after I fixed my maid!!

I gave few patience test, failed miserably. I tried to replace the maid, just to understand that the maids can be replaced but my problems can't be replaced. It's either DIY(Do-it-yourself) or be calm and bare with them.

Crying, complaining and struggling with them, I was somehow trying to cope up with life, when God planned to play some more games.

Well, I had to travel with my kid and husband to UK for six long months. UK...isn't it exciting! Going to UK means:


Everything from cleaning to dishes to food to organizing to the kid, everything comes on my shoulder.

Excited. Me. Really!!!

I was scared more than I was while giving my board exams. I knew I will clear those exams, but this one, I was scared.

First week proved me right. It was ­­­­miserable. Bad. Sad. Work. Cleaning. My handmade bad food.
It was the first time I was forced to cook - breakfast, lunch and dinner. All week through. In India, if ever the maid didn't come, we managed a decent outside food or khichadi(rice-pulses cooked together). But eating the same khichadi for all the three meals was, of course, not possible.

So, my struggle started. I worked hard. I cleaned, arranged and with a toddler around, I rearranged. I cooked food, which was burnt or overcooked or undercooked. 

Slowly and steadily, I started making better food, which sometimes tasted just like my home-cooked food, which I craved for all these years. Oh, of course, my phone bills were on a high, but I needed some help, right!

Then I found about a health club which came as an accompaniment with my stay. Health club, me! Oh well, there was a fully equipped gym, a swimming pool, a Jacuzzi, a sauna bath room and steam bath room!

But obvious, a lazy bum like me, doing all the house hold work already, running after a super active toddler, I joined it. Well, I have never been to a health club which provides all these facilities and it was for free for me. Not joining this health club was just not an option.

I am, please note, just on a healthier side. Not Fat. Just on a healthier side. I am not much of a gym person. But I just love the pool and the hot rooms after a good swim.

And again like I said, life doesn't turn out to be as you plan or think it would be.

I thought I would die working. Here I was, waking up early at 6:00 AM every working day. Completing my household work by 9 and then taking my little one to the library or toddler groups and by evening going for a swim. Every day. Day after day.

People whom I met, saw me and couldn't help noticing that younger me. Happy, happy and very happy me.

The work was not the problem, my attitude was. Well, it sorted many entangled strings. I don't know how things will fall once I go back to my land, but right now, there is enough time for me to enjoy. I do all the work. I eat much better. I sleep much happier. I rise and shine day after day!

Healthy me. Happy me.

This blog is a part of Indiblogger activity in association with  Sunfeast.

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Wednesday, 5 November 2014

Miracle Food!

Youngest child remains a child forever. Well, it is true. Me, being the youngest was not considered fit for the role of being mommy and I was given instruction at every breath I took. Well, not that I didn't enjoy that attention from my family, but it did make me feel that I am just a kid, how am I ever going to handle another one. 

Someone or the other was always there to help me throughout a year and a half. So far so good. But for me, that mother-confidence that I can handle her all by myself never built up. Amidst of all these confusions, I had to travel with my baby, to my home all alone. Plus, I had to stay at my place for a week. All alone.

It was a very big deal for me.

Somehow, I gathered all my courage and started my journey. Through the journey I took great care of her but from a nice looking restaurant at the airport, I fed her idlis, which no one in my family would have approved. I thought, big deal. It is going to be good.

Well, I didn't know what I did, until the very next day.

That night was fine, but next day was just a nightmare. My little girl started throwing up just everywhere. Even if she was eating medicine, she was throwing it out.

I had to take her to a doctor immediately. Got her admitted. A whole day. ALL ALONE.

The day was one of the toughest days of my life. This bitter experience did teach me a lesson. A lesson of being mommy.

The whole craziness for home cooked food, the greens in food, the balanced food, the organic food, good food, bad food, healthy food, unhealthy food. Whatever and whichever way you say, I knew that it needs to be sorted in my mind. My little girl can't pay because of my ignorance.

That day taught me to read. Read behind the packet, read the ingredient, read in detail on the web, read in day and in night about the healthy food. Just because a advertisement was great, that food didn't reach my home. It was well researched, read about and I was to be satisfied that, that packet will make my child - stronger, fitter and healthier.

I found one product which my mother always fed me when I was a little kid - Dabur Chyawanprash. It was a everyday ritual to have a spoon full of Dabur chyawanprash at my home. But in the drama of life, I forgot something that healthy, which increase your immunity, exist.

Well, it is never too late for anything. Although, Dabur chyawanprash is a time-tested formulae for good health, for my satisfaction, I researched it thoroughly.

Increasing Immunity
The growing allergies and powerful germs can't be avoided, but increasing your child's immunity to fight back these germs is in your hand.

Dabur chyawanprash has Ashwagandha and Guduchi for increasing the immunity.

Increasing Strength
In this era, even the milk is adulterated with water and what not. Hardly anything is in its pure form. There should be something to increase the strength.

Dabur chyawanprash has Bala which boost strength.

Improving digestion and related problems
Some of the packaged food, like chips, chocolate, jelly, pizza, burgers and what not has hit the market. Sometimes it is unavoidable to give to the kids. Of course, taking in account from where are you buying it. But they do a lot digestion problems.

Dabur chyawanprash has Amla, a fruit which is considered to cure any disease and helps in digestion process.

Vitamins/Minerals/High Fibre food
I wanted to feed my baby with a miracle food which is rich in all kinds of vitamins and has minerals like - iron, phosphorus, potassium, copper and many other goodness.

Dabur chyawanprash has Asparagus, which is a high fibre food with all the above mentioned vitamins and minerals and many others which are not mentioned. It is my miracle food.

Improving skin health
With growing number of cosmetic, there has to be something which keeps are skin balanced and makes you look beautiful and young. Of course, I always want to look 18.

Dabur chyawanprash has Vidarikand and Sesame oil, which keeps your skin good, healthy and rejuvenated.

These are just a few things from my findings. There are many many more benefits of Dabur Chyawanprash. Of course, it is a miracle product. I trust this product.

Just a spoon-full of Dabur Chyawanprash, makes me feel that it is going to protect my daughter when and where, I can't.
Thanks Dabur.

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Wednesday, 15 October 2014

UK Visa Facts!

I applied for UK Visa and there were so many things which I could find on net very easily and there were few other things which I didn't find any mention off even after rigorous searching. 
In this era of 'Right to Information' I think we need to know the lesser known facts too, of any process. So here I am, with some known and some lesser known facts.

UK Visa applying location :: Pune (India)
UK Visa Processing office:: Mumbai (India)

Known Facts::


As I applied for the tourist visa, here are the list of documents which were required: 

1)     Original passport (06 Months valid from the date of travel) + previous passport         if any.
2)     2 Colour photograph with white background, matt finish size 35 mm X 45 mm         80% face Size   
3)     Covering letter mentioning your travel details.
4)     Original Bank statement for last 6 months updated.
5)     Salary slips for last 6 months.
6)     Personal Income Tax copies for last 3 years
7)     Leave Letter from company.
8)     Other financial papers NSC, PPF, Bonds, FD, shares property papers, etc.
9)     Original Leave letter.
10)    Appointment letter from company.
11)     Pension passbook / slips.
12)    School / College ID card copy.
13)    Hotel Bookings

Documents from UK

     1.      Passport & Visa copies.
     2.     Invitation letter.
     3.     1 accommodation proof.

Documents if someone is sponsoring.

    4.      Passport copies or any ID card copy in which name and signature seen.
    5.      Sponsorship letter.
    6.      Company registration copy.
    7.      IT returns for last 03 years
    8.      Bank Statements for last 6 months.
    9.      Salary slips for last 03 months( if employed)
    10.     FD’s, Property papers, Shares, etc


After you apply for UK Visa, you generally receive three mails from the UK Visa office.

   1. When your application is received in the head office. (In my case, when my                   application reached Mumbai office, I received my first mail.)  

   2. When your application is processed, you will be intimated that the Visa has been            processed and will be ready for dispatch. (There is no mention of whether it is              approved/rejected.)

   3. When your Visa reaches the office where you applied and is ready for dispatch from        there too, you receive the third mail.

Days taken in processing:

If you are applying for first time/ normal time frame, it generally takes 10-15 working days. Or, once you get the second mail, you can expect it any time.

But in every case, the time frame is respected and you receive the passport for sure within these 10-15 working days.


You receive your UK Visa from the Blue Dart courier.

Lesser Known Facts::


Talking about the marriage certificate: If you don't have a marriage certificate, an affidavit will work as good. (My visa was done on an affidavit.)

In general cases, you get all the three mails which I mentioned above. 

But in some cases, like mine,
Ø  I got the first mail of acknowledgment that my visa has been received at the UK Visa processing centre.
Ø  I got the second mail that it has been processed and is ready for dispatch.
Ø  I didn't receive the third mail. In some cases this mail is not received. (My husband got this mail, I didn't receive it.)


Like I said before, the time frame is strictly adhered too. You can check the list of holidays from the UK Visa office site. Exclude those holidays and count the number of working days from the day you received your first mail.

Within these 15 working days, you can expect your passport to arrive. (My husband passport reached in 6 working days and mine took 12 working days.)


After you receive your second mail, you can actually track your passport location. We looked for this information and finally we sorted out this process. 

1.      Got to this site -

2.     Click on the reference number button:

3. You get a acknowledgement sheet from the UK Visa office when you apply. In that   sheet, there is a reference number mentioned. 

     You need to enter that reference number here in this location:

Then enter go.

If your passport is in transit, the entire location details and the expected timing will be mentioned in detail. 

This tracking is very helpful as you know exactly what time you can expect the passport to arrive. In some cases, like mine, I got my second mail on Thursday, no mails further and the passport reached me on Tuesday. ( - The detail description of my dramatic event of receiving my passport.)

Well, we had a nail-biting time and figured all these tracking process on the day we received my passport. But information is out there, we just need to know how to get it on time. Here you are!

Do leave your valuable comments. Makes me happy :)