Mother's Day Gift- Nil Batte Sannata #MustWatch #Film #Review

Ask a girl, what her mother means to her. The sudden depth in her eyes and a hidden tear beneath will answer your question.

A mother means a world to a daughter. Some are born with this realization, and some realize it in the due course of their life.

"Nil Battey Sannata" is a heart touching story of a mother, her daughter and their "math-ful" life.




Plot synopsis
Chanda Sahay is a diligent young single mother who runs full-time errands to make a living for self and most importantly her reluctant daughter A for Apeksha. I said A for Apeksha, cause she complains to her mother for giving her name with an alphabet that comes first in school attendance, coming in the way of her lack of discipline, sincerity and responsibility.

Apeksha is a typical young daughter, besotted with movies but shy aways from her responsibilities. While Chanda runs household errands in town, works in shoe factory, washes clothes at Dhobi Ghat and utensils at a shady Dhaba to support her daughter's education, Apeksha is a clueless, ambitionless young teenager, least interested in studies and thinks education as a worthless favor to her mother.


Apeksha's lack of ambition, irresponsible nature and zero inclination towards continuing education gets Chanda all worried and she finds a solace in her mistress Dr. Dewan. Dr. Dewan, well played the spontaneous Ratna Pathak Shah, understands her concerns and helps her selflessly to overcome this issue. she helps 9th standard pass Chanda to resume her education by taking admission in the same class as her daughter. How Chanda fares from being an awkward student in class till making her daughter an IAS officer, is a beautiful story told on screen through Nil Battey Sannata.

About the Characters
The film rides on superlative performances where actors have become characters. From Swara Bhaskar [Chanda] to Dr. Dewan [Ratna Pathak], Appu [Ria Shukla], Principal [Pankaj Tripathy] to the young class fellows, every character is a story in self. Even Sanjay Suri in a cameo as State Collector shines in his part.

My favorite had been Swara Bhaskar since the frame 1. A word about Swara Bhaskar- When I first saw Swara Bhaskar in Tanu Weds Manu, she caught my attention more than the lead actress with her "to the point" characterization and delivery. She gave a noteworthy performance in Raanjhana, making you believe that rustic roles are best made and delivered by her.



In her role of a single mother who works as a maid, a washer-woman, a grinding mill employee to a shoe factory working, running around the town, donning multiple hats to ensure livelihood, she breathed the character in every frame and looked commendable.

The dialogue, the screenplay and overall direction was brilliant. The movie also highlighted the sad state of commercialization of education without preaching too much. Songs were minimal and added to the flow.


There will be some moments that may not go well with the flow, especially the smart placement of brands like Maggi, MDH and Zandu Balm. However, you have to give in to the director Ashiwini Iyer's advertising background and smart implementation of brand placements without the irritating display of products in an otherwise meaningful story. But then, there were ever popular chowmein, rustic chutneys, local market and Pizzah in the frame to add to the story telling and the small town background.

Nil Batte Sannata is another refreshing chapter in meaninful cinema that is highly engaging and entertaining. It has real to life relevance and yet a freshness of its own. While the movies emphasized on the importance of having a dream in life, the angle of a mother's tryst, unconditional love touched my heart to the core. Having a mom like mine, I could agree no less to it.




The movie is a must watch for every parent and every child. It is a well made film, gripping, entertaining and yet imparting a lesson, all at the same time.

"Nil Batte Sannata is a cinematic tribute to mothers and their meaningful aspirations for their children"
Numerounity Rating: 4/5




Oh Deer! [Preserve Wildlife]

photo by Tom Chambers
Her Forefathers hunted for pride,
taking wildlife for a ride.

They shot the big game with guns
rather than roses.
Ruined the forests
for their sports
thrill and adventure doses.

She took the guilt in her stride,
disgusted their decision, condemned and deride.
to put an end to this family affair,
she brought home a homeless deer
patted on his back, to pacify and confide
that she is on his side.

She let him loose in the house.
allowed him to roam around.
Kept his food on their table
and asked him to graze abound.

She sat as a spectator at corner
to see her father's rage
on the wildlife creature encroaching his space
like humans have always done
intruding, impinging the scarce animal-dome

she wanted to set up a lesson
for her father and
his hunter friend.

She wants to be the new generation
of compassionate, empathetic
and sensible human
who will stand up against cruelty towards animals,
valuing wildlife, inculcating kindness
bringing more glory to the human race
and put an end
to deforestation
and hunting games,
objectives whatsoever.

Preserve wildlife, Encourage Inclusive Living.

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Prompts: picture by magpie
Three Words Wednesday- Rage, Pacify, Scarce

Modern Day Medusa



She looked pretty nevertheless
what with those bird feather
and gypsy braids.
the brown sash,
the loop Crawford.
The tribal couture
beads, sequins, and tassels.
Need to experiment with kitsch.

I wear my sexuality
right up my sleeves.
Fashion is mere a statement,

I am a modern day Medusa.
I like to play radical and cool.
to look like part of your crowd.
to be your fashion entourage crew

You may look and wonder
if fashion is a state of mind,
an art of looking pretty
or if fashion
is forced upon you.
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A Letter To Self




I wrote a letter,
sealed it with a kiss.
went to the post box
and dropped it to be delivered to me.

In the letter, I wrote
words of love and affection.
I poured my heart in the ink
so much for self-affectation.

I told myself that I am beautiful
and virtually hold my hands
I wrote myself that I am wanted,
that I do hold some importance
in your life,
cherished, valued.
Ah! an act to self-serenade.

I wrapped my pen in ecstasy
and painted a picture bare nonchalance.
caressing my cheeks,
stroking my hair
looking in my eyes,
feeling my lips
and many such gestures
of fond benevolence

You must be thinking
what a narcissist I am
a nymph in self-admiration
but that is none of the nouns
that I want to claim.

A woman sometimes wants to be loved,
be graced and valued enough.
to keep her fragile spirits going
to be appreciated of her doings
and not just constantly condemned
of things she may not intend
of values, she may not represent

A little love, makes our world go around
hugs, kisses, cuddle and care
keepsakes for our treasure trove
making us feel your love.

Love is the most beautiful jewelry that we may wear
the happy splash of color
adorn and smear.
Living a life sans love
it becomes dreadful and non-dear

Hence, I have written,
a letter to self
no eulogy or recommendation
no narcissism, no self-obsession
but some kind words
and a gentle pat to self-redress

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The above poetry is my take on the picture prompt provided by the magpie tale. 

Do read: A Woman is a Reflection of her Man





The Nudity Behind Our Garbs


She stripped her off her pride,
hanging her vanity aside.
and stood naked in presumption,
holding a pallette for your self assumption[s].

"Go color me the way you want
Paint me the color of your rant.
Who am I does not matter
Identity and Reality
evades your natter
Truth is not your concern.
stripping off is your sojourn.

Why read my face
or know my emotion?
Breed your judgement on gossiping suggestions"
You violated the soul
and stripped her off

as she was not another human
but an object of your
internecine chatter.

Oh she smiled,
"she must be easy"!
Oh she frowned-
"so much negativity".
You lisp, you limp
they laugh they wink.
brutual connotataions
have no life bearings.

painting by Cesar Santos

One thing is I may request
Color me purple, 
color me red.
Color me Green, white or cream
but do not color me filth, nasty or 
your immature colored whim!

Prejudices is a common diesease in the society. No matter the education, but every one, everyone is filled with their own prejudices. You are white, you are black. The gossip mongers do not stop. Strange it is, that we all wear cloths to hide our nudity. We all chase labels to define our modernity. However, when it comes to someone else, we all stand like vultures to garb them off. Not differentiating between human and onion, we try to peel them off layer by layer. Little do we realize, that we do not see things as they are. We see things, as "we" are.

Our castellated opinion dwells in ivort towers, and we brutually let them lead our mind, heart and conscience.

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I have written it as not just as a response to Magpie's Picture Prompt or for three word Wednesday. It also has bearings to my expereinces and thoughts wherein I have seen people indulging in hateful activities to put someone down and hide their own nudity behind other's mutiliated garb. You may marvel at the very ease people use to judge others and pull them down. It is simple, simpler than problem solving. However, it is unyielding. We all are nude behind our garbs.





How I Said #KhudKoKarBuland and Healed My Life



Life is made of moments- high and low. When the high moments give us the joy to live, why do we allow low moments to take that joy away? Our lives will have its own share of disappointments and adversities.  When adversity strikes, do not say “Why Me” but say “Try me” like I said years ago.


I am sorry if you think I am unfair using a personal experience but my intention is sole to encourage the perpetually. It is my humble attempt to educate people and tell them, how our strength, planning and perseverance are only tested when we face disappointment and adversity. And how, we should not mull about the spilled milk but strive to overcome them, step by step. And if, a young, timid, shy girl like me from a small town can do this, what stops you?

Let this anecdote from Ishita [name changed] inspire you and people around.

#KhudKoKarBuland and make all the difference

Ishita was a young, happy go lucky daughter of Khurana household. She loved adventure sports and dancing. There was a strong adventure streak beneath her shy appearance. She loved all things adventures including cycling over steep terrains, dancing like no one is watching, playing in rains, swimming and more. She was a restless girl who refused to sit still for minutes.

She was on her way to achieving long awaited merits in sports when she found herself lying hopelessly on a hospital bed learning about a fatal accident that took away her limb[s].

She had seen numerous Hindi movies where protagonists in similar situation wake up and cry. She did not want to be a stereotyped. She rather opened her eyes and asked her doctors if she will be able to walk ever again. Together they created a step-by-step plan to achieve this goal. Every milestone, when reached, brought its own reward.

It was difficult but with great help from her parents, she stood back on her feet. She focussed on her education and meritocracy. Her adversities did not stopped post the accident but every day was and still posed a new challenge to her.

Apparently, adversities made her stronger. Today Ishita is highly educated, quite an independent [physically and financially] woman who is living life on her own. Her “raring to go” attitude and her zest to be self-reliant, bailed her on her own merits.

It is not that handicap did not limit her life. They did and often in many unexplainable ways. Nevertheless, she did not let prejudices colour her soul but became a living embodiment of courage and self-respect.

Well, Ishita does not call her heroic material. She rather believes that it is a way of life. Life never claims to be easy but does allow you to sail through.

So never forget to- Pray, Persevere and Plan your life. 

Moral of the Story- #KhudKoKarBuland and Finance Your Dreams



Smell Those Flowers




Look around, the world is beautiful.
hold that step and tread not.
take a moment.
lean below and smell some flowers.

There is beauty
in every form
that God has created.

Cherish that beauty and splendor.
Add to the nature,
and not plunder.
The world is beautiful,
a pretty garden of afflorse
of beautiful lillies, daisies
and white roses.

The #Trophy Wife out from Fables to the Wheels

photo by Caroline Knopf [MagpieTales]
She is not her identity
neither her own face that she bear
she is the name that she follows
and brands that she wears

She is often a pretty face
a pretty petite, please
laden with royal back
and gold embroidered
velvet grace

She often stands at the shore
mister's metaphorically legally wedded whore.
no offense intended madam
it is your image that populace bore.

Sometimes her man wanders,
toasting masts to blue seas
she acquires immunity to not pander,
while waiting patiently for him

she keeps her armor ready,
her secret weapons intact
and pull the string when needed
those things that have always worked for her

we have all read about her glory
her pearls and her ivory.
have we ever stepped back
to understand her more
know her grief
learn her story?

we label without bother,
adding mosses to her boulder.
Her path may be is litter
and rocky
might be her terrain,
she would have seen her own share of agony,
perchance, fluttered through casks of pain
and winds strong for her sails
she might have walked slowly
a step every moment

Least we can be so judgemental
Until we walked in her shoes
Or navigated a little thought
of its impact on others woe?

Not all that trophy is a steal
Some are real
some may be a big deal.
some a Spartan, some warrior
While some may be the dove eye lass
who caught in this rut of
being a trophy wife class.
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Life ceases to move when are we are too opinionated, too entangled in our own little perception, judgement. Are we a victim of second-hand thinking? Or do we allow a room for empathy? Often we judge a book by the cover, a wine by its bottle. In the bargain, we forget about our capability to imbibe facts beyond vision, beyond our imagination. Like this picture post, we look at an object and we decipher what we could think of it. It is a perspective and it can be interesting. Beauty is when we leave it at that, without making it a universal rule or concluding.

Trophy wife, huh! Every woman will love to be a trophy wife if that means- she is a prized possession of her husband. Being an asset to someone, or being cherished by the most important man in your life, is a beautiful feeling. However, being labelled against your reality, anti-identity is unfair. As unfair is to succumb to the mediocrity of the popularly know trophy wife. You are the woman, you are the individual. You have to decide that whether you want to lead a life of cliché or get behind the wheel and start driving?

Whatever you do, remember. In a piano, both the keys, white and black, makes music together.

Have a Fantastico Day Ahead!


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