Misery can’t be this worse,
Holding her hands with a feeble touch,
Waiting to hear her trembling voice,
Wiping her tears with no hope of a sunrise,
Waiting to hear her final words,
We saw her taking her last breath,
Left she with those unsaid words…
It takes a lot of courage and immense courage to be different from others. Being different is not only difficult but thinking differently is another hard thing to do. It’s not for the weak-hearted souls.
When you stop following the crowd, it’s the beginning of the change. The change is a welcome freshness to your life. But you have to sustain that change and carry it forward. It’s because there will always be people everywhere to pinpoint your mistakes and demotivate you. And the common crowd think that you are uncool and crazy.
This is where your character is put to test. Let the common crowd speak their mind, you just have to hold on to what you believe in. But if you are shaky here, then all your efforts are fruitless.
Ignore the negative comments and grab the essential ones. Just keep doing what you believe in. It doesn’t matter how long it takes to reach the destination.
Just keep doing what you believe in.
If all the likeminded minds thought the same way, then the world will be a darn boring place to live. All great inventions and extraordinary changes are due to the the people who thought and lived differently.
Dare to be different. Think differently and follow your heart consistently. This is the coolest thing you can do.
In my early 20’s I was sure I had my life all mapped out. By the age of 30 I was going to have made my way to the top of the Alfred Hospital’s Dietetic Department, be well and truly married and about to pop out a baby or two. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined that nearing 30 (OK so I am 29 this year) I would be single, unemployed and homeless with all my worldly belongings consolidated to a few boxes here and there scattered across Melbourne. If I had of known I was to become nothing more than a transient wandering the earth I think I would have just put myself out of my misery right there and then. But that is the beauty of life, it takes on you wild adventures you could never have dreamed you would want.
Years before the advent of social networking platforms, we were humble human beings who sent our wishes through the simple POSTCARDS to the people who mattered. These postcards hardly costed a penny. It’s not about the money. But the heart to make the people happy through our words.
I still remember when I was a five-year old, I wrote to my grandma how I missed her and I inquired about her. It made her really happy. When I stopped writing to my grandma, she used to complain to me that why I stopped writing to her. I realized then and even now how much she missed my small postcards of wishes.
Now, coming to our times, postcards are a rarity. But what’s the scarcity in offering the people near us with few positive words. You don’t have to offer them your fortune or materialistic things. But few positive words will serve as the helping hands.
Man is a social animal. You need people and people need you. That’s how the universe works. When you give your ten minutes of your time to someone who needs it badly, it can work wonders for that person.
Few positive words, that’s all you got to give them. You are making someone happy. They will be grateful to you.
Always remember, “Man is a social animal. You need people and people need you”.
As human beings, we tend to be polite to the people in our lives. We tend to make everyone happy. We say ‘Yes’ to most of the things in our life, even though we don’t like a few things.
This is where people go wrong. Even you have your own life, priorities and personal things. When you don’t like something and you are not okay with that. Then if your heart doesn’t allow you to do that thing you dislike, be firm. You can’t make everyone happy and you don’t have to.
Say that you are not okay with this!
Saying ‘No’ is actually a good thing when it matters. So be confident in signalling a ‘No’ when it matters. It actually saves you from a hell of crap!
Listen to your heart! And never allow people to take you for granted! At the same time, stay humble and polite wherever it is required.
I’m humbly sorry for not posting any articles in the last month. During this hibernation, I was spending my time reading other blogs and books, and interacting with people. It was a good time though but I did MISS MY WRITING.
I badly missed my writing. I always love writing. In the last month, I knew how much I missed writing.
I took one month of reading and learning curve that I desperately needed for my writing. I’m happy that I’m back.
So, I’m back again to weave magic with my writings…
I’m feeling happy that my blog is reaching readers. I’m happy that people are able to connect with my writings. I’m happy that I’m trying hard to write more and better. I’m happy that I will create more magic through my writings.
Thank you everyone for your kind support and believing in me and my writing. I will write better in 2015 and the years ahead.
“There are too many of us and we are all too far apart.” ― Kurt Vonnegut
I’m writing these words knowing that people from all over the world are going to read them. People of all ages, ethnic and cultural backgrounds, of different religious beliefs. Most of them, I’ll never get a chance to meet. Most of them, I don’t know how they look like, what’s the thing they want most in this world, or what is it that they’re afraid of… most of them are perfect strangers to me.
Yet, simply by writing these words with these strangers in my mind, having the certainty that my words will reach them, they become a little bit more than strangers. They become human beings, just like myself, and that is one of life’s greatest achievements.
‘Mother‘ – A dictionary is not enough to explain the meaning of this word. Even I’m not the right person to explain the meaning of the word ‘Mother’.
But there are a few who can provide the best description for ‘Mother’. And they are none other than:
the ones who haven’t seen their mother,
the ones who haven’t spoke to their mother,
the ones who have never opened their heart to their mother.
I was touched when I read it somewhere that a little girl who hasn’t seen her mother ever, drew a picture of a mother and slept on the picture. She consoled herself by thinking that the lady in the picture is her mother. That’s how the girl slept.
There are a few feelings that cannot be explained that easily. One of those feelings is the ‘Mother’.
Her voice resonates like a buzzing bee,
Her voice reaches my ears and plays with its lullaby,
Her voice makes me smile as she hums those enchanting words,
And I’m living a dream as she speaks like a lifting breeze…
Came the rain drizzling into our lives, Stood we, drenching in the rain of our lives, Holding ours hands, we listened to the heartbeats of the raindrops, Stood we, looking at our eyes through the melting raindrops…
I’m writing this post for the people who are stuck up and screwed up with their lives. This article could be of some help for these people who are clueless about their feelings and decisions. If you are one of them, please read on…
I’m just a stranger, I’m just a well-wisher and I’m just a friend who could help you in finding your solution, at least a path to your problems. The problem is with your mindset.
The fix for your problem is there in your head. Just take a leap of breath and open your eyes with a hope.
For the people who are hiding their feelings for someone and hesitant to open up. The only solution for this problem is to open up and speak out your mind. Go, ping, call, whistle, knock the door, text or do whatever you want. Just tell them what you really want to tell them. It doesn’t matter what the outcome is! If something is bothering you for so long, just let them know what it is. It is the only way you can deal with it. Don’t stop! Go ahead…
For the people who don’t know what to do with their career. If one profession is not providing you the money or happiness that you want, despite your efforts. Just think differently. Stop what you have been doing. Do it the other way. Find your other skill set or passion that will be the route to your happiness and success. It is in you. You were looking for it in the wrong places. Just have a reanalysis of your brain and heart. You have the answer inside you. Don’t stop! Go ahead…
For the people who are stuck up with a fear of losing or fear of fate. If you are worried about the fear of failure and fate, just dump the fear. The fear will take you nowhere. The only solution for this fear is to kill the fear by doing the things that you fear to do. Never care about what will be the outcome. If you feel you need to do this, just do it. Don’t stop! Go ahead…
Gazing at the walls of time like a tireless dreamer,
Hanging on the ropes of silence without winking,
Staring at the changing shades of clouds like a restless observer,
Looking at the teasing moon in uncertainty,
The chains of the long wait dragged itself sprinkling silence…
There are people who hide their love within and speak through silence and their eyes. And there are people who share their bedtime love stories and fights on Facebook and Twitter to flood social media.
There are also people who share a slice of bread happily and live their life in harmony. And there are also people who help the helpless and live their life unconditionally.
Yet life balances this parallel world of materialism and humanity. Life goes on…
This world a wave pushing me
In and out
Riptide tugging here then there
I float to escape into the horizon
To chart the course
The sun shines like razors
Flashing into eyes
Reflected off of life
And into the soul
I reach out for land
Hands and knees pulling myself towards higher ground
Need to see the whole of it all
Not just one grain of sand
Under my nail.
The perfect shell tumbles along
Caught in the froth of a wave,
Gifts from the sea rolling
Come, see about me it calls
As legs move it along just out of reach.
I follow along the tiny prints digging into earth
Leaving zigzag marks as it skitters along,
It leads me to the grass
And I climb the dune to battered fences
And there before me a hundred perfect shells, Shades…
When you hold the masterpiece of Agatha Christie‘s And Then There Were None, you feel the thrill and suspense at its peak. ‘And Then There Were None‘ is unarguably the world’s best-selling mystery novel with 100 million sales recorded so far.
Christie has pulled this off in style, where the identity of the murderer is the toughest foil to crack. Clean narration and writing brings the story come alive in the most unexpected way.
If you haven’t yet read ‘And Then There Were None‘, grab the book from the stores immediately.
Agatha Christie rolls the dice in her own trademark style of suspense and twists. A compelling read!
I envisioned a childish dream,
Paper boat wading through rivers,
Menacing breeze moving the paper boat forward,
Ripples portraying rainbows in front of the paper boat,
Butterflies flying on top of the rainbows,
Small fishes jumping through the dreamy rainbows,
Magic taking shape as the paper boat sailed with butterflies and rainbows…
Childhood days are always memorable as these days are decorated with innocence and laughter. Let’s take a look an eight-year-old boy who has a pleasant moment to share to the world.
Here is a little boy who went to the park every evening with his friends. He played there everyday even if it rained heavily. Fun is a rainbow of happiness when we look it through the eyes of children. But that happiness is always complete when we have a company to share it with.
One cloudy evening, the boy went to the park in search of that rainbow of happiness. But he found none. His friends were not present in the park. Thanks to the villain in disguise, the rain! His friends’ parents were not permitting them to play outside. However, this little one had narrowly escaped from his mother’s orders and reached the park silently.
The park was empty as he was standing alone.
Rain was pouring hard. The boy sat under a tree by keeping his hands on his chin. The witch dressed in the form of ‘loneliness’ was about to swallow him.
“Hey brother, why are you sad”, came a voice from the other side of the tree.
There was a bubbly and innocent girl who appeared like an angel from the meadows. She was also caught in the middle of the rain just like the little boy.
“I want to play in the rain. Can you join me brother”, she said.
“Yes sis, I would like to”, said the eight-year-old boy.
Innocence has taken birth in the form of this angel from the meadows. They have never met each other before. But there was a bond of friendship that they shared. They played in the rain like the butterflies flying around the bloomed flowers.
Some relationships are special just like this. Embracing the innocence of a sister and a friend.
Look into my eyes like you are visualizing the dream of a rainbow,
Fall into my arms like the waves hitting the shore,
Kiss my lips like the ice cream melting on the strawberries,
Love me like the dew rolling on the morning leaves,
Look into my eyes….
Its nails whisper through the edge of the envelope with a sigh like the rustling of leaves. The paper is old. Stale. It crinkles. The words weep, black on yellowing blotches. A mockery of the tears they were meant to produce.
But the letter never made it to the addressee. Instead it floated through hands of wind until it ended up here, one amongst thousands, and all of them waiting, desperate to embed themselves within the heart of the intended and make their eyes bleed as the letters do now.
The edges of the paper have begun to blacken as the words scream outwards in an attempt to be heard. But no one will come and claim them. There is no one to ease the pain of the emotions trapped within the walls of white.
So It was born. Born of the longing of unread letters. It…
Slowing down my foot steps, Positioning myself against a metallic rod, I was following him, my twin – shadow, I was watching him closely like never before, I was going to capture him with my camera, While he was blindly imitating me.
He, my twin – shadow, stood there in front of me, Lights falling on me during the night made him darker, I smiled so that I could make him smile for the photo, Only then I knew, he, my twin – shadow, could never smile, While he was blindly imitating me.
I captured his unassuming posture, Into the photo album of time, He, my twin – shadow, wasn’t smiling, Although, I stood there smiling at my twin – shadow, While he was blindly imitating me.
Passion, the burning desire the heart craves for, Passion, the ultimate happiness the heart enjoys, Passion, the utmost dedication the heart gives for, Passion, the tiresome efforts the heart delivers for, Passion, the artistic recognition the heart hopes for, Passion, the unmaterialistic love the heart lives for, Passion, the raw emotions that invoke life to the heart, Passion, the unending reason that the heart could die for….