Life is an Art

Beyond the....

noreply@blogger.com (Elvirah) — Thu, 1 Mar 2012 11:21:00 -0800

.....smoky clouds

All along my childhood, whenever I looked up at the sky, I was under the wrong assumption that the white clouds, which seemed very close and reachable, is nothing but the sky yonder. I also sometimes would found pictures by tracing different shapes in the clouds which was like a nice amusement. Then I did'nt know that the serene looking pallid clouds are nothing but the tiny droplets of the water and ice which are infact closer to the earth than the sky. I didn't know that the fancy clouds would never make a way for me to reach the sky though they looked like they did and it was all nothing but a fool's paradise. I realized that the clouds are just a momentary pleasure and an illusion for the sky which come and go, but in no way are even close to that of the clear blue sky; and the blue sky is always far far beyond the white smoky clouds. It was sad to learn that part and realise that the sky had always been far beyond the illusionary sky like snowy clouds. It was also a great eye opener which made me to understand that I am never supposed to count on the clouds to make it to the distant sky. Now you must be wondering that I am being completely nuts and talking like crazy. Well no! I am not freaking out. I just want to try and present before you some of my understandings about the dreams we dream. Dreams, though not real, make a reflection of the beautiful thoughts we frame in our mind and heart. Dreams would be of many kinds - Nightmares, day dreaming or fantasizing, thoughtful and planned dreams, realistic and serious dreams etc. All of them are dreams, but not every dream is possible in real life as some dreams just couldn't become real either because there is too much fantasy in them to be true or we just give it up for some other dream; and few dreams shatter and break our heart. When one dream is not possible, there would always be a new door awaiting to be opened with a new dream which is upto us to figure out. I cannot possibly explain you why this confusion arises, but all I know is everything happens for a good reason and God's works are always beyond our understanding. But I am going to ask God, for sure, his real motive behind this entanglement, when I leave this world forever to make my stay in heaven. I know I will not come back later to explain the mystery behind it because once I am gone there I am gone forever and even if i try to do so you would run away from me. Anyway, coming back to our subject, few dreams happen instantly in a matter of time as we'd planned them to be and few take time and happen according to the will of God. We have a legend and also some true stories that explain the dreams dreamt during the night, when we are asleep, or the visions we see, while we are awake, could be a warning or a sign of a future incident that might occur in our life and can be interpreted as a prediction; thats about the nightmares and visions. We also have something called planned dreams about which we seriously look forward to make them come true and for which some times we wish and pray upon silly things, like shooting star, eye lash, rainbow, water shells etc., which we also know wouldn't do any good but still we wish upon them for fun; no offence for those who believe on them seriously. No dream is a simple or silly dream and every human who survives in this world have dreams to be accomplished. And just because a dream is not associated with money it does not mean that it is not worth to be called a dream. However, there are also dreams that need money, along with the efforts and wishes, to be fulfilled and would later lead us to make our living or earn money. Comapring oneself with someone else and trying to be more powerful than they are is never called pursuing a dream. Infact, by doing so they are inadvertently following somebody else's dream. One can definitely have a role model in their life to practice somebody's methods, because there is a huge difference between the words - comparison and role model. Any dream, whether big or small can be accomplished if one is true to their dreams, by sticking to the dream, until the end, no matter what. All we need is faith in ourselves and our endeavors which we put toward carrying out the dream; and also faith in the almighty powerful who we wish and pray upon. As we have a saying that when we want something and wish for it with all the heart and work toward it with austerity, then the entire universe will conspire in favor of us and will make it happen for us. We are never supposed to forget that our invisible wishes and prayers only give us the magical confidence to make our dream come true, but would never themselves make it happen without our involvement. No matter how we wish and what we wish for, if our wishes are not supported by faithfulness our wish would be like the smoky clouds which disappear in a moment. And just like the milky clouds which make the sky look closer our wishes make our dream easy and reachable, but they would never be the means to achieve our dream. So unless we make the right efforts with faithfulness, for our dream to come true, we wouldn't be cut out to make it beyond the white smoky clouds and reach the blue sky.

Magical moments....

noreply@blogger.com (Elvirah) — Mon, 13 Feb 2012 12:44:00 -0800

of the stolen hearts.

Every little magic of our phenomenal universe has a unique way of working wonders to bring on the adorable smile on our pretty face; and thus loading our life with extraordinary magical moments. Of all the magic I've experienced in my life, since the day a life was breathed into me, love has been the best augury. No other magic has the instant power to restore a broken or a disappointed heart, but the angelic love; and its the greatest of all the magic. The way I was formed and put into my mother's womb to enter into this beautiful world was incredible and it was a magical moment for my mother to go through the entire process. Even before I was formed my creator knew me and loved me and had planned my life mystically. Its amazing the way things turn, in an instant, in favour of me to make my wishes come true and it was all possible because of his magical love. I can never repay him for every great and marvellous thing he had done in my life and for giving me a wonderful family, but would always be grateful to him all throughout my life. I have never seen him and I don't deserve it, but I can perceive him and feel his love; so I say I Love You God. She loved me and carressed me since the time she learnt I had taken shape and started breathing inside her. She never bothered to take that horrible pain to bring me into this fascinating world. I don't remember anything of it, but my very existence says it all, so I say I Love You Mom. When I was a toddler trying to make little steps, I had a man in my life to hold this little princess and help me walk without tripping. All along my life, he had been my courage and a protective shield in every worse situation of my life. He never expected anything from me for what he had done and I probably might not remember each of his little endeavours to make me what I am today. But my strong heart remembers it all, so I say I Love you Dad. And as I was growing up I realized I have two strong pillars either side. They had been my best friends and my guide and a secret place to hide all my mysteries. They probably might never express everything they had to endure to take care of me and keep me safe, but I say I Love You Both My Angels - Brother and Sister.

Love, as I know it, is unconditional and irrevocable and sometimes unpredictable; and this is what a true love for me means. No many are lucky enough to find the true love and for those who do, everyday is like a magical celebration. Infact love doesn't need a day to celebrate, but for those who hardly find time for love definitely need it and so we have what called a valentines day. A valentines day would be the best opportunity for all those who would be busy with their daily schedule and do not find time to express their love in an appropriate manner. And its is also the day for all those lost souls who are looking for a chance to bring back the magic in their life. This is not the first time I am speaking of love, but everytime I do it would be like a magical experience for me, as it is one of my favourite subjects. I think a person without love in life would be like a historical monument which has a great story to listen of its glorious moments but would still be lifeless. The celebration of love doesn't confine itself to the lovely young couples, but it is meant for all the stolen hearts who has someone, to love and to be loved in their life. It could be our heavenly father's unconditional love, a mother's warmth, a fathers protective shield, a brother or sisterly guidance, or an alluring touch of a stranger, all this is a magical love and it definitely needs a grand celebration. So lets celebrate on this valentines day, the magical moments of the stolen hearts with celestial magic called love.

Happy Valentine's Day

Play nimble....

noreply@blogger.com (Elvirah) — Sat, 11 Feb 2012 12:38:00 -0800

....or silently endure
Each one of us are born talented and that talent is an invisible gift or a weapon from our father in heaven who created us. He knows better that when we are born we would be in the safe hands of our parents, but still he never wants any human to be sent unarmed into this unpredictable world; so he bestows upon us a wonderful skill which we have to dig up at the right time and hone it perfect to use it wise. However I am not intent on nudging you by explaining the definition of talent and then how to use it. Because I know that you all are very well aware of what an intrinsic talent is and how to take care of it. I just want to throw light on something else which you would catch on very soon. Before I blab it out let me tell you something about myself and see if you could figure out what I am trying explain. Well, I am not really very good at handling overly friendly guys, because I was neither trained at it nor inherited it; and I am very much sure God would never gift this kind of talent to anyone as it is something worldly and must be either taught or learnt. Does this give you any sort of slighest hint of the subject I am going to discuss now? If your answer is no then you have to carefully refer to what I am going to address next or if it is yes then try and understand what's in store for you. I was once in a team supervised by a male boss who was an absolute chaser. He would look like a jerk with an unpleasant personality, but was also very organized in terms of his work. Unlike me, there were many girls who liked him for his flirtatious attitude and also had fallen for him very easy. Probably they had their reasons to do so or must like to flirt him back, but for me, I used to just silently endure him without saying a word or ignore his silly talk most of the time. He was exceptionally talented at the art of flirting that he would make sure not to be abusive or pushy; and he was also very clever not to make it all look like a harrassment. I know it was not something unusual and most of you must have come across this kind of supervisors in your organization who would be like - Catch two birds at one shot. There were girls who were equally talented at this kind of art and would go to any extent to lure such a boss the way he wanted to get their work done, but I could never imbibe that talent as it was not my thing. He knew I was not his type of a girl and would not fall for him like others did, but still would haunt me with his stupid playful babble. Besides this, my work shift was not as usual like other team members, because of which I would be the first to make my team and that would make me to be more watchful about him. Most of the time he used to be busy with his work and meetings, but whenever he got time he would take advantage of the situation with his dalliance and inquisition. Once he wanted to have a one to one discussion, though it was not really necessary. He took me to cafeterria during lunch time, discussed some rubbish and ate all my food. And since then he used to ask me to get lunch for him to have an excuse to sit with me. When I couldn't tolerate it any longer, I took the nerve to play little smart with him and tell him to his face that I was not going to get him lunch anymore because my mom was not going to be in town for sometime.They say that - courage is not the absence of fear but rather a judgement that something is more important than fear. The same way though I used to be fearful about his attitude toward me, yet I was courageous enough to deal with him tactfully; and sometimes with the support of my fellow team members. Thankfully, within a month he was moved to other team to handle a different project and since then I hardly saw him on the floor. And sometime later he also left the organisation for a better opportunity, but before he left he did come to see me to say good bye and also asked me to try and touch base with him, as if I would care. Many girls were heart-broken then, but for people like me it was a relief of spree. So the only mantra to cope with such a boss is - play nimble or silently endure.

Whip the wand....

noreply@blogger.com (Elvirah) — Mon, 6 Feb 2012 02:10:00 -0800

......and spell the magic

Have you ever thought of having a magic wand for yourself which you can whip out with a brief spell of magic whenever you want your wishes to be accomplished? I always wished i had one, like Mr. Harry Potter did in the novels of J. K. Rowling. Have you dreamt of waking up to a wonderland where all sorts of mumbo jumbo is possible and where animals talk to you and tress move, just like the characters of the novel - "The chronicles of Narnia" and "Alice in wonderland"? Are you thinking that i am going to run you through a fantasy story again and enthrall you into an imaginary land from where you would have to compel your heart to come out? I would not dare to do that again and make you a victim. I just want you to imagine something I do, most of the time, and see how it would look like to be in a place, where you can make things happen in a flash with just one word of magic. It would be utterly terrific if there is a land like that and we discover it, isn't it? I would be the first person to break into that land and invade a tiny part of it for myself.

Do you know that animals used to be friendly with humans, in the beginning, when the earth was created? Infact God created all the animals and other creatures of the earth, only to be cordial with Adam and be an accomplice. It was Adam who named all the animals on the land, birds in the air, the sea wonders and the creepy creatures that crawl. Nothing was clearly mentioned in the Bible, whether all the animals used to talk, except for the snake which deceived Eve. And after this story we hardly get to hear of an occurrence where a human had a talk with an animal until the amusing story of Balaam who headed to curse the Isralites, out of idiocy, and his donkey had to talk to him to make him realize that there is an angel on his way, trying to impede him. Having said all this, I want to ascertain that there was a land in the beginning where everything we fantasize was possible, but unfortunately, now, we are damned to set our foot in their. But from time to time whenever a human tried to maintain a strong connection with God, with all the faithfulness, miracles were possible in the world we live. And i think that is possible even now, but the only thing we need is to believe in ourselves. As far as I know there are two kinds of magic - one is alluring or bewitching magic just like love or music and another stupefying magic that leaves us in awe. I am sure most of you might have gone through the first type of magic and i am not going to stress on that at all. But i would like to share a confounding situation which was like a magical experience in my life, that is still beyond my understanding.When I was in my high school I accidentally got on a wrong bus, in a hurry to reach school on time. The bus was so crowded that I couldn't make out I was going to land at a far-off mysterious place; and by the time i realized it was too late to set out and make my way to school. However, i got off at a stop with a hope to figure out a way or catch some other bus which would at least take me to a familiar place. I stood there nearly more than an hour with no sign of any help or a bus approaching that way at that point of time. I felt completely helpless and I didn't even have a mobile to call for help. The only thing that crossed my mind then was to say a little prayer remembering God, which i did with all my heart and the moment i opened my eyes I saw an old friend of mine in front of me, smiling and wondering at me. I finally could breathe and he was so kind enough to drop me my school and then go his way. He told me later that he was not supposed to be that way during that time, but all of a sudden his mother pushed him to go that way to get an urgent work done. That was something unusual and astonishing which happened in my life and was possible only with my invisible wand called prayer. What i told you was just one little story of my life where i had to whip my wand out to make the real magic happen in this real world. And now its your turn to whip the wand and spell the magic:)

In the dark...

noreply@blogger.com (Elvirah) — Wed, 1 Feb 2012 02:06:00 -0800

...I fumbled.

As we move ahead with our life, we often have a tendency to look back and ponder over the flash of memories somewhere hidden safely in the tiny part of our unbelievable mind. Some memories bring up an instant smile and brightness in the face, the moment we think about them and we easily drew in to relish the moments with cheerful heart. And there would be some other memories which we wish not to be a part of our diary and if possible we pray that they get erased completely from off our mind. We embrace the thought with gladness, that seem to have registered like a perfect bliss. But those traces of our life which remained like a painful reflection, sounds terrifying even with a little inclination toward it. It feels like some dark voices from our past still keep haunting us whenever an incident connected to such a terrible memory is brought up, without realising the fact that we got to discover an agreeable lesson followed by those creepy recollections. Aside from both the opposite records we have discussed now, we also have another noticeable nostalgia which remains like an unfolded puzzle all along. And this memory is neither an ecstasy nor a horrifying thought, it is just some weird recapture that was never explainable or answerable. As far as i know, many things in our life happen for a reason and most clearly for a good reason. But this mystifying memory that nested in our thoughts like a unsolved puzzle never had any reason or a clue of its happening. Or probably we failed to figure out the cause of that event, when it occured and now it remained like an enigma. Are you confused with i am trying to say? I am sure I must have overwhelmed you with my cryptic flow of communication. I am going to share my own experience of such an ambigous memory. There was this guy at work who always would make it a point to ask me a question whenever he was done with the presentation, which seemed like he was doing it on purpose. And one day his questions were all for me as if no one else existed in the room except me. Next day when i wanted to talk to him about the same, i learnt that he left the organisation and the other day was his last day working day. I also remember an incident when there was a cake cutting on some occasion and while i was waiting for my turn to grab a piece of cake, he appeared out of the blue and handed a slice to me. If i put together all these things and try to understand the reason for his weird act, i can think of these possibilities: he liked me, but was intimidated by me for some reason or he was just too hesitant to walk up to me boldly and ask for a date or, probably he thought he gave me enough hints for me to understand that he held some soft corner toward me, but i was oblivious about it. These are just my assumptions, and i could have had a better reason or answer for his behaviour if he had approached me without any hesitation or if i had realised his behaviour to be something worth given importance at some point of time and confronted him with the same interest. But now this is going to be like an obscurity in my memory as i was very late to realise the fact that he was probably in some way interested me and also to learn if my assumptions were actually right. All this narration doesn't mean that we have to look back and keep wondering at such an equivocacy, what i meant to say is when we are given a choice to control our destiny we usually hesitate or fail to do that for many reasons and later regret about it. I know that, not all times it is possible to control the destiny, but we can do so without fail, atleast when we are equipped with the right opportunities. Our hesitation would do us no good, but block our way to communicate better. And that was just one example of a vague moment i tried to explain here, but if we try and govern our stroke of luck in every possible circumstance where there is an opening for hesitation, our life would be filled with memories of less obscure moments. Because later when we try to look for answers for such a puzzle like thought, it would be like fumbling in the dark.

Sleeping beauty and.....

noreply@blogger.com (Elvirah) — Sat, 28 Jan 2012 02:11:00 -0800

.....the hiding princess.
Long back i heard the story of a princess who was as fair as snow, with the lips so red like the blood and hair so black like a black raven. She was a charming little girl with an innocent beauty, but was loathed to death by the wicked queen, her step mother, for being the fairest among all the fair women existed. The queen was also a beautiful lady, but was deeply obsessed with her fair skin and wanted to be the only fairest and the only beautiful women in the world. So the princess had to run away into the deep forest to live with the incredible seven dwarfs and to hide from the queen's wicked intentions to kill her. Though the queen failed in her many attempts to kill the lovely princess in disguise, she was successful one day to insist and tempt the princess to take a little bite of the poisoned apple and make her sleep dead. As days passed there went a prince riding into the deep forest and encountered the glass coffin made by the seven little dwarfs and found the beautiful princess laid in it. The prince instantly fell in love with her, but when he was refused to carry the beauty to the palace, he wanted to kiss her to say goodbye. The moment the prince kissed the princess, the apple bite, which probably must have stuck in her throat, came out of her mouth and fell from her lips. And this way princess got back to her consciousness. Later the King banished the wicked queen after learning about her cruel intentions for his daughter and married the princess to the prince. Wasn't that a thrilling story with an enchanting ending? I had always loved the story and it is still one of my favorite fairy tale stories until today. There are certain genuine elements in the story which touched my heart like true love of the prince which brought Snow White back to her life, patience displayed by the princess Snow White all along her life to find the true happiness, honest, faithful friendship of the seven dwarfs, diffident beauty of the princess. All these true attributes were strong enough to withstand the wicked queen's cruel intentions and finally strike her out of the palace. The writer who thought about the story must like fairy tales and love the fantasy world though he knew fables would never be true in this real world. Most of us probably grew up learning such fantasy stories. And despite the fact, there is nothing like a magical world, many of us, including me, still read such mysterious stories and live in that fanciful world at least in our imaginations, whether it be a Snow White, Cinderella, Rappunzel, Frog Princess, or even today's blockbuster Twilight. Infact i cannot tell the whole story a fancy, because snow white struggled all her life to get what she deserved. Its just the ending that is no way in the hell possible in our real world which i call something very eerie. But where in the world anyone has seen such a strange romantic tall story happening in somebodys life? We have definitely heard about love at first sight in our world, but as far as i know i have never seen such an intense, true love happening to someone right in the very beginning which could bring back even a dead person to life. Atleast we have legendary love couples who with their beautiful love stories created a history - like Salim and Anarkali, Shah Jahan and Mumtaz Mahal, Antony and Cleopatra, Tristan and Iseult, Queen Victoria and Prince Albert and so on. Their love was so true and powerful, that even after they got apart from each other either by death or some other reason, their love was so strong that it was worth making a history for us to remember and read it again and again. Many people, nowadays, think a split between a relationship to be a love failure, i would rather say it an utter failure of a relationship either because of misunderstanding or lack of trust. Even if there was at least a little bit of truth and understanding in their relationship, their love wouldn't fail. And even if they had to go separate ways instead being together, their true love would always remain in their heart as a beautiful memory. In todays generation, I see many girls/ boys trick their partners - girl friends / boy friends - into a fake relationship in the name of love and spoil the pure word love. People kill their partners in the name of love when the word love literally means giving new life and happiness. Without comprehending the true meaning of love they just make mistakes and then blame the love or the entire mankind (man or a woman) for their deeds. If i say, fairy tales like Snow White can be true even in our real world, if we try to be true to our soulmates or partners with the divine approach and the right perception which we fail to do. A true relationship can fight any kind of difficult situations easily and achieve any impossible targets in their life. And when i say true love, both the partners must equally strive to maintain the relationship based on a strong foundation called, truth and understanding. And such a love would not only create a history, but can also prove their life to be more than a fairy tale.

A trap we fall for....

noreply@blogger.com (Elvirah) — Wed, 25 Jan 2012 04:54:00 -0800

.....so easy.

During the early days of my career i was so naive of everything and everyone around. Whatever people used to tell me i would believe them blindly without thinking at least once about it. I still remember the old innocent childish games I used to play with my childhood friends, but I never knew that people play games at work as well which in no way were like the sweet, impeccant games i had experienced being a child. I grew up with the assumption that hardwork and goodness has always its place no matter what, but i learnt a complete new theory of how the world operates when i began my career and it changed my virtuous perspective. Life, I led, beofre seemed just so perfect with the pages of all sweet memories than the life, with a fake smile, i started. It was then i realised, how people could be so mean in order to knock off their selfish motives and would do anything to survive. Money is the reason for our struggle, it is definitely one of the source of our living, but the same money is also the root cause of all the evil; and for that money people would just do anything possible in their power. If i have to be in their game I should turn exactly, myself, into one of them, otherwise they wouldn't let me live and defeat me easily with their cunning tactics. No skill, no hardwork, no dedication would save us when we fall for the traps in their game unless we are lucky. And the same thing happened to me when I wanted to go with my sinceriety and hardwork, instead playing foul games tactfully like them.

It seemed like everything was going well for me at work in the beginning, then I came across a person who deemed to be a very good friend of mine. Slowly i started to trust her, which i was not supposed to have done. Because, the truth is we can't easily trust anyone in this world and no one can make a good friend at work except in a rare case. And just like in any other relationship one must be very careful in handling the so- called friends at work who could play smart with your secrets to trap you into their game and grab the success in just few easy steps. She always used to make me feel like she was the only well wisher and a person very concerned about me and my efforts at work. Once it so happened that i had some issues with my incentives and I knew that there must've gone something wrong with the calculations. I could have dealt the whole issue very smoothly in a peaceful manner, but she took that chance and provoked me that I always act like a dumb in cases like this when I am supposed to be assertive about the whole topic. The only mistake i did was litening to her instead my instincts and made things more complicated for myself at work. Management was definitely not so fair about the incentives which i came to know in the very beginning, but there was nothing i could have done about it; and being aggressive with them only got me more enemies at work but nothing else. Instead if i had gone with my instincts and played safe i would n't have to risk my job; i was almost was about to give up my job for that issue, but luckily my boss was good enough to save me for my past reputation. It was then i learnt that falling for provocation is more or less like endangering our life and one cannot make you feel inferior about yourself without your consent.

Provocation is the trap

we fall for so easy,

It just needs a reaction

from us.

But we must be careful

not to heed it.

Best medicine.....

noreply@blogger.com (Elvirah) — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 03:25:00 -0800

......in and around us.

Who doesn't dream of a life so smooth and serene? I do. Even a little child, with innocent heart, who has just started with the life's journey, tremble and fear if the mother is not around. There is no way for them to understand the definition of worry, but they go through it without having somebody to teach them. They know how to sense and react to their loved ones if they are around. Infact, i learnt that infants when they are still in the mother's womb try to understand and copy the mother and the father; this is how we inherit most of our parent's characteristics. It's in our nature to experience all kinds of emotions right from the beginning, until we die. Every emotion we exhibit has an opposite reaction within us like worry comes with fear, happiness with excitement, love comes with trust, sadness with sorrow and so on. No doubt fear, worry, sadness, anger etc have a negative effect on our life, but we also have our own medicines such as love, comfort, happiness etc, to turn everything positive and feel better. God has made us so wonderfully that we have everything within us to fix anything that comes along our way. It is not an easy job to have the courage to stand up and stay strong for all that which tries to make our life miserable. But when we believe in our inner strength we can fight anything capable of ruining our stability. Why fear when we have the courage, why get angry and mess up things when things can be solved peacefully, why be sad and worry when we have a hope for better tomorrow and, why cry when we can embrace the joy and happiness being thankful for what we are. Threats and challenges in life are inevitable; they might look powerful to shake our life's- balance for a while, but they do not have enough power to shatter our life and bring us down. The willpower within us has enough strength to stand against any kind of storm that would try to hit us. Each of our inner strength has the ability to heal us in its best possible way, but of all the medicines, laughter has the power to heal any kind of mental illness we suffer from. A happy and a content person can multiply his smiles with the life he leads every moment and be successful in living a longer and better life. Just like we need regular exercise to keep up with the good health, happiness inside drives away all the worries, pain, fear and pressure and helps us to maintain a healthy life style. There is no other medicine so best like laughter with happiness in our beautiful world. So laugh whole-heartedly as if there is no tomorrow.

Along with the beauty....

noreply@blogger.com (Elvirah) — Thu, 19 Jan 2012 06:37:00 -0800

....also comes thorns.

I have not seen a flower, so beautiful, like rose and a rose without thorns. There are, of course, many beautiful flowers in the world, but rose is unique in its beauty and fragrance. I wonder why God made rose like that with its stem covered with thorns. But i think the same thorns safeguard the flower, rose, from being touched by any harmful creature and help to retain its beauty. In order to fancy the rose and take pleasure in it we must be careful about the thorns around. Only if we could trim the branch off the thorns, we would be able to take it into our tender hands, feel the soft petals and smell the enchanting aroma. Rose comes in different colors and each color represents a feeling or emotion. We use Red rose to express Love, Yellow to make friends and keep up with them and so on. A thornless Rose signifies - Love at first sight - but such Love has no stability or base. It could either make or break your life and there is no certainity in that. Rose is used as a beauty product to pamper our skin and also for decorative purposes or floral arrangements. It is used for various other purposes like cooking, medicine and rose extracts can be transformed into a pleasant smelling perfume. People love to have different kinds of rose plants grown in their garden because of its enthralling beauty. For us what matters is the beauty of the flower, but not its thorns, though we know that the thorns may prick our fingers to bleed. Even the Rose not in its full form, a bud, would motivate us to be hopeful and maintain the positive feelings for the blooming season. Just like the flower rose we cannot imagine to adorn our innerself without facing the thorns of life and going through the pain. A goldsmith cannot make beautiful ornaments without letting the gold to go through the burning furnace. In order to be admired for our beauty, thorns and pain are must in life and without them life would never exhibit the true beauty. We would be able to reflect the beautiful Rose only if we go through hardships, trials and tribulations. A Rose is still a flower and has a very short span of life to live with its beauty, but the beauty that is enhanced inside us will live forever in somebodys heart.

My First....

noreply@blogger.com (Elvirah) — Sat, 14 Jan 2012 03:38:00 -0800

.....kitchen adventure

Cooking has never been my cup of tea and kitchen would always be a mess if i am around. My mom and sister has enough patience to work wonders in the kitchen which i lack in myself. The only time i find myself in the kitchen is when there is no one home and i feel like i have no choice. This doesn't mean that this room intimidates me and i am just a jerk with no knowledge of the tools there, its just that i feel i don't belong there. But there were also days when i was a teenager in college i used to experiment the stuff i would watch on TV and made my family victims of my awful cooking. Sometimes i have this crazy impulse of doing something great with the little abilities i possess and that's when my family gets alert. My family don't trust me in the kitchen because they know that i would ruin their appetite with my stupid experiments. But it is also true that if i make up my mind exhibiting a little patience, i just do wonders there. There are certain dishes which only i can cook better in the family and thats when my mom gets a break and feel restful of my presence in the kitchen. You wouldn't believe me if i say that i learnt my first dish from my brother. He is not a great cook either, but, apparently, he ate it somewhere and when he tried it turned out to be an interesting recipe. Do you want to know what that recipe is? Sandwich, yes its that simple sounding dish and i say its our kind of sandwich. When i said our kind of sandwich what i meant is a perfectly roasted bread slices in golden brown with the cooked vegetables potatoes along with onions and tomatoes stuffed in between. I don't like a sandwich with a raw stuff in it, and neither anyone in my family. When my brother first tried it home we didn't even have a micro-oven, so he made it on a frying pan. I usually don't bother to remember things i learn in the kitchen, but this one somehow made its room in my mind and i never forgot its recipe. After that, it was me who made it whenever family wanted to eat sandwich. I am glad i learnt it because its very easy to cook anytime, besides i master it in my family. Its not just my family who liked it, but also my friends and neibhourhood family friends and, all those who tasted it, for that matter. And ofcourse this was not the only dish i mastered, but i have quite a list that follows it.

Every moment....

noreply@blogger.com (Elvirah) — Wed, 11 Jan 2012 07:05:00 -0800

......is a precious moment.

"A thing of beauty is a joy forever." - Someone said it wisely that our happiness lies in the beauty around us. I think there wouldn't be a person in this world who doesn't admire the beauty. We have so many nature lovers across the world who dare to do any kind of dangerous adventures to capture the beauties of nature. Our poetic heroes and heroines elaborate their intense lines of poetry from the inspiration of the rich, vivid colors of our mesmerizing nature. God's creation has tremendous intriguing wonders waiting for us to discover them - the terrifying thick forests has its own mysteries hidden in it, we have deep waters with the incredible sea life growing beyond our imagination.There is no way we would be able to describe the lovely beauty around us which amazes us with its each little secret, by bringing the joy out of our heart. I think there is no greater bliss than the joy of living in the world so wonderfully made. No man with their knowledge would ever be able to re-make another beautiful world like this. Even the possibility of such an imagination is out of our reach; and how dare we match our almighty's extraordinary thinking?

Aside from this world's beauty, there is a more masterly beauty he has created with his hands in his own image. And this natures beauty is hundred times worth any other beauties of the world, because God made man and woman in his own likeness. He made them with the sole purpose of having dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the earth, and over every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth. Such a great power was given to the mankind by God, but still we worry. We worry about those things which we think are more necessary, which is nowhere near the wonderful, amusing nature's treasure amidst us and within us. We are essentially very selfish creatures and with such selfishness in mind we forget to live life better with laughter and ecstasy. We try to destroy the long lasting beauty of happiness within us and desire for the things that has always been a momentary joy. By doing this we forget the most important essence of our living, that is our happiness. No matter what sort of lifestyle we choose and how rich we are in earthly possessions, if we lack the treasure of joy in us there is no meaning to our life. Happiness is the strength of our life and reflects the true beauty within us. And if we possess that true beauty, nothing in this world would matter much and no pain would cause any kind of worry; as learning to live happy in every kind of circumstance brings the real joy in our life.

Every moment in our life,

is a precious moment.

So fill every moment,

with the true happiness.

Because True happiness

reflects the undeniable beauty,

and that beauty is a joy forever.

Out at the door.....

noreply@blogger.com (Elvirah) — Mon, 9 Jan 2012 01:37:00 -0800

.....knocking for you.
Sunday's always one of the lovely days for me. I get to spend most of the time in the church with God's people and also i get to hear some wonderful teachings along with the meaningful, heart touching stories. On one usual sundays, one of the God's servant elucidated this mesmerizing story which i am going to tell you now. There was a very religious and devoted person who had to travel across the river to get his necessities. He had a boat and also a driver to drive it whenever he had to ride in it to the other side of the river. Unfortunately that day the driver was not available, for some reason he couldn't make it, so this person had to drive the boat on his own to travel across. When he was in the middle of the river, it so happened that something went wrong with the boat and he couldn't take control of the wheel and fell down in the river. Then he suddenly realised that he didn't know swimming and the only thing that crossed his mind was to pray God. So he faithfully prayed God, pleading him to come to his rescue and help him from drowning.

As he was praying, in sometime, he heard a voice very close him. "Hey man, take my hand and get on the boat."

When he anxiously turned to see, wondering it must be an angel from God, he saw one of his neighbour who was paddling by in a boat. Then this religious person soon declined. "No, thanks. I prayed God, so he will save me.",

He somehow caught hold of his boat by clinging to it and kept praying God. After sometime, he saw a bit boat passing by. A young man from this big boat asked the boat driver to halt it for a while and jumped into the river out of generosity and asked the religious person, if he wanted any help. He declined again saying. "No, God will save me. You go on."

Time passed by and he was still praying and waiting for God to send his angles to his rescue. But suddenly the boat started to sink down and he was also drowning down with it. He yelled out with pain to God. "God please help your servant."

In the nick of time, he heard someone yelling out at him from above. When he looked up, he saw a guy on a ladder with his hand reached out for him. The religious person would have been saved from drowning, but he declines again and eventually drowns.

Finaly he looses his life and his spirit was taken to God. When he found himself in the presence of God, he looked upto God and in an angry tone asked. "God, i prayed you with all my faith and belief, but you still let me die. I was very righteous and devoted to you; i neither hurt anyone or cheated a person in my lifetime and i was regular to church. But why didn't you come to my rescue when i needed your help?"

God Replied. "I did send you help, but you declined it thrice. I first sent your neighbour, next a young man from that big boat and lastly as you were drowning, i sent a man in a helicopter."

Sometimes when we are in trouble and in need, many opportunities knock at the door. But we ignore and decline them thinking that they are not right for us. No matter how little an opportunity is, we must embrace it and thank God, because he knows better what we need.

Beautiful dove eyes.....

noreply@blogger.com (Elvirah) — Fri, 6 Jan 2012 23:25:00 -0800

.....brooding in pain.
Isn't it sounding symphonic when you hear the word "Dove Eyes". I used to wonder why the human eyes were compared to the eyes of a bird so innocent, Dove, by some historic writers. The bird, Dove, signifies peace and tranquility; this was the bird our ancestors once used like a peace messenger. It was one of the means of communication then and people used to send or receive messages through this bird, which means it is considered to be
trustworthy. It is trustworthy because this bird has a divine virtue to keep its eyes focused on one particular goal; its eyes always stay fixed on only one thing until it is done. And no matter how far the destination is and how difficult the journey is, it would make sure it travels so far to pass on the message, but would never turn back. So i think when those writers described the the human or human eyes in comparison to those of Dove, they must've imagined the eyes of a human to be so trustworthy and focused; or probably they must've either encountered a human who was so just like a bird, Dove. Whatever the case may be, the bird is angelic, divine and pure in heart which reflects in its eyes.

The point is : Is there any chance my eyes can be described so? I'd definitely would like someone to praise my eyes, calling them "Beautiful Dove Eyes", but do i have that pleasant nature in me to be called so? Are my eyes really so righteously aligned toward my destination, like Dove? I am afraid i don't, becasue i have no serenity in me. I lost that beauty of innocence when the iniquity and malice hovered me, and when i was a victim of my pride and arrogance. When i see any kind of pain or trouble on my way and if i find the destined path to be so far, like a traitor i forget my morals and turn back. My eyes aren't trustworthy, they are not focused, and and they just can't stand any trouble along the path. So my eyes turned brooding becasue they are not worthy to stand in comparison to those of Dove in anyway. But i don't need to be worried because i haven't yet lost the chance for my eyes to be called, "Beautiful Dove Eyes" and, i hope to make myself blend into the character of such a wonderful bird.

Life without you....

noreply@blogger.com (Elvirah) — Wed, 4 Jan 2012 03:09:00 -0800

.....i can't imagine.

I was once a rebellious and a naughty child and used to do all terrible things that could annoy my parents. I had this unnecessary stupid assumption on my mind that my parents loved my sister more than me. Sometimes i would even hurt my sister because of my rotten behaviour. I once hit her in head just because i couldn't tolerate anymore that she was loved more than me. Then i didn't know the reason why my parents loved her so much; they had a reason of course. She had some health problems and was a weaker child than me and my brother which i couldn't really understand then. When it got to my mother's attention that i had hurt my sister by hitting her in head, she instead getting mad at me, took me and my sister out. She took both of us to an icecream parlour and got us our favourite icecream. I wondered why she was acting like that, so cool. Then she told both of us a story - There were three brothers named Love, Hope and Faith. All the three were the most wisest and powerful than anyone else who lived in that town; and without three of them living life there was almost impossible to imagine for the people in the town. Love was more powerful and greatest than Hope and Faith, but the three of them had equally the same charm. Hope had the magical power of healing someone whose life was miserable out of hopelessness. Faith was good at making someone believe in things which they were most doubtful about. And Love would play an integral part to solve almost any kind of problem, so would always accompany Hope or Faith. It had the most incredible power of healing anyone with its soft spoken magical spell which would also make the job of Hope or Faith more easy. Love had this most beautiful trait, that it would spend more time with those who need more attention and were weaker than others. Everone in the town would understand the language of love better than hope and faith, so no matter if somebody is naive of the language spoken by Hope or Faith, they would definitely listen to Love. Thus whoever believed in Love, would eventually learnt the language of Hope and Faith and also believed in them for a better cure.

After telling the story, She asked. "Now you heard the story, so tell me who needs more attention of Love?

I said "a more feeble person."

Then mom explained, "Yes, the same way your sister needs more attention and more love of everybody in the house, even yours. If you also love your sister, her weakness would disappear very soon and then you both would be loved equally. When you start loving your sister, i'd wager you would slowly begin to have faith in all of us that we love you as well and also hope for better things in life instead being unpleasant for the things you don't have."

Without love in the word, the world would be more or less like a hell; and without love in and around us we'd probably living like monsters. My life would have been miserable without the color of love, hope and faith in it. I don't know about others, but i can't imagine to live life without the Love, faith and hope just like i need air to breathe.

A new beginning.....

noreply@blogger.com (Elvirah) — Sun, 1 Jan 2012 11:16:00 -0800

.....with new hopes

Life so far has been challenging with success after failures and struggles with hopes. Looking back the only thing i'd want to remember is the lessons and the morals i had learnt from life, the failures that made me to stand strong with courage, and the support of the loved ones all along. No regrets for the mistakes of the past, as the same mistakes helped me to learn valuable lessons to live life better. No sullenness or nothing bad in heart for anyone who had hurt me for reason or no reason, because my memory is so weak to remember such things. And i am thankful to God for his lovingkindness and tender mercies he had showered upon me throughout my life until now and i would never dare to forget all the benefits and the wonderworks he had done in my life. The pain of the lost glory has almost faded away as the rising hopes of the new light is blooming slowly with each day and each sunrise. Now i have no complains with anyone or anything becasue i want to look ahead and wait patiently for all the good things that are in store for me in the years to come. I might face some new challenges or see few more failures, but i am not anymore afraid as i have the knowledge of the lessons learnt so far and the strength to overcome anything worse with the courage that is built in me. And most of all i am glad i have a great father in heaven who is so loving and caring and who is the strength of my life. So i bid farewell to all the past years and the year 2011, in humbleness and with thanksgiving and, welcome the new year 2012 with new hopes and new beginning.

Wish you all a blessed and a happy new year 2012

Sleepyhead....

noreply@blogger.com (Elvirah) — Wed, 28 Dec 2011 22:25:00 -0800

......wake up now

My mom used to call me sleepyhead, because i always was the last person to get up from the bed. I used to be so lazy even to turn off the alarm and my mom would do that honour for me. And finally after so many visits to my bedroom, by my mom, i used to wake up from sleep. It was a daily routine for my mohter when i was a school going kid. She never would get mad at me no matter how difficult it was for her to manage kitchen, others in the family and as well as me and i think, probably, it must be the same case with most of the mothers handling their children during morning. On one sunday when i was in sunday school, teacher told us a beautiful story from the Bible about a little boy named Samuel.

The story was like this - When Samuel was very little, just about three years old, his mother Hannah took him to the chief priest of Israel Eli who would look after the tabernacle (church) of God. She left the little boy there with Eli as she had promised God that she would offer her first child to the Lord's service if God granted her wish to conceive a baby boy. Hannah was barren when she prayed and promised God about this and she was honest enough to keep the same promise she made to God. Samuel must've cried when his mother left him, but Eli, the chief prieft was very loving and took care of the little boy Samuel very well. Thus Samuel grew with the grace of God and the blessings of Eli. Though Samuel was very little, he never complained about anything and was devoted to the Lord's service with all dedication. Eli was also very concerned and caring toward the boy and gave him the all the little responsibilties and duties that Samuel could do at his age. One of the duties of Samuel was to stay in the tabernacle all night, close the doors at night and then open them in the morning.And one night God spoke to Samuel in a vision : He heard a voice calling him and Samuel was quick enough to wake up from the sleep. As he thought Eli must had called him, he went straight to Eli. But when Eli said that he hadn't called him, he went back to his bed and this happend twice like that. Second time when Eli saw Samuel, he realised that it must be God who called the little boy, so he asked Samuel to respond to the voice saying "Speak Lord, here i am". Samuel did exactly the same way Eli told him to do when he heard the voice third time and thus God spoke to Samuel in a vision. God told Samuel that he would perish Eli's sons who had been so wicked all the time to God's people. And this way Samuel grew in favour with the Lord and with men and became a chief priest of the tabernacle when he was old enough.

With this story the sunday school teacher told us a lesson that one must always be alert in order to have blessings from the Lord to become what we want and to be successful in life. That story was kind of wake up call for me and since then i always woke up soon after the alarm ring without mom having to visit me and wake me up. And this story had always been a great reminder to me whenever i was lazy toward my goal.

Resolutions?

noreply@blogger.com (Elvirah) — Mon, 26 Dec 2011 10:01:00 -0800

Why do i have to make them?

The year of 2011 is almost at its edge. In just a few days we are going to step into a new year, 2012. Many must be very excited to welcome the new year in their best possible way and must be planning to do something really big. And before the new year fever begins some think of making a list of new resolutions to be followed for the next year and if successful also for rest of the years. But the question is : can anyone really keep up with their resolutions atleast for a week? I am sure there must be few who would be so strict about their resolutions and try to follow atleast few or all of them. Actually its a good thing to be committed to your resolutions and keep up with them. Resolutions, what they say, help you to develop in you some self-discipline and orderliness. But i must say i have never been a fan of making resolutions at the brink of the year to follow it next new year regularly.

Whenever people asked me if i'd had made any list of resolutions for the coming year, my mind would just go blank. There were also instances when i made fake resolutions just to make sure i had a list to tell people if i were asked supposedly. I never really knew what to say because making resolution only at that point of time was just meaningless to me and i was never so serious about it. I probably was too lazy to think of the list or afraid that i might not be able to keep up with them. Sometimes i used to wonder if i were the only idiot who never think of making any resolutions for the new year; and i still wonder why it is so important only at the end of the year, why not in between?. Making resolutions only on the first day of the new year never made any sense to me. But one thing is true, whenever i was resolved on something i'd just done it and even now if i want to do something i would just do it and i am very particular about it. I think this is the reason why i always run out of the ideas to make resolutions at the end of the year. What i always think is if there is something on my mind and i want to do it, i must do it then instead postponing it and then expect to follow it later when the right time comes. New year is definitely a year of new beginning with new hopes and new thinkings, but all days in the new year would begin the same way as it was before. The day begins with the sunrise and ends with the sunset; there would be another summer, another spring, ther would be rains and also winter again. I do admit there could be also days with full of disasters, disappointments or more happier moments, but one thing is true sorrow after happiness and happiness after sorrow is a cycle and one cannot deny it. I can always hope for a better tomorrow, but can never delay what i am supposed to do now. And it is also true that there is nothing wrong in making resolutions on the first day of new year, but i must think of something new which i can adhere to all throughout my life and never postpone.

Fall and Rise........

noreply@blogger.com (Elvirah) — Thu, 22 Dec 2011 02:43:00 -0800

.....Rise and Shine

In my childhoold i used to be so careless that i would often trip over something and tumble down. Though i was very little then, i used to be very self conscious about it. I had this stupid notion then - that being clumsy and falling often was something to be very ashamed of; and that gut feeling would also make me paranoid. And sometimes, though, i used to walk carefully watching my steps, i would fall down becuase i was just so helpless about it. Thankfully, i got rid of this problem as i grew older. It's not that i never fell down since then, but the frequency definitely slowed down to a great extent :).

Once it so happened that i took part in a fashion show programme at my work on the occasion of some get together party. And when i was practicing the cat walk in a room with others i just slipped accidentally being unsteady and fell down. There were so many on the floor who stared at me when this happened; few were practicing and others were watching us. As soon as i fell, i quickly got up, looking composed and started my practice again. I felt very awkward, though, inside and couldn't get that off my mind feeling paranoid until the end of the day. After going home i still kept thinking about it, and i made up my mind i would give up on the whole idea of taking part in the fashion show. Next day my friend pushed me not to give up and took me with her to the practice room. I was still a bit paranoid, but did practice slowly building up my confidence level. I, later, realised that feeling awkward about it wouldn't just do any good to me. It is better that i clear my mind and focus on what i need to do. By the end of the day i felt very confident and paranoia was completely off my mind. And on the day of the programme i walked the ramp so confidently that i dazzled the ramp. Many of my colleagues and friends couldn't believe that i could be so stunning on the ramp and they admired my confidence. If i'd given up on it before when i was feeling low, i would have missed one of my best days in my life. And this taught me a lesson that i should never give up on anything so easily no matter how weak i am at it.

"Though i fall, i must rise.

i must rise and i must shine."

Ring the bells.....

noreply@blogger.com (Elvirah) — Sun, 18 Dec 2011 23:20:00 -0800

.....spread the magic

Christmas is just around the corner with its magic sparkles spread across the world. I can hear the christmas bells ringing in the air and the voices singing "Jingle bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way....and....Christmas, Christmas happy time we sing". I can feel my pulse quicken when i see the rush of december and the happy holidays. Everybody's waiting anxiously for the Santa and his reindeer to arrive and surprise them with the beautiful presents. All busy preparing wonderful delicacies and excited to wear the new clothes.It feels great to imagine the sweet smell of the delicious Christmas cake with all the fabulous flavours. The miraculous, magical day is nearing and my heart is bursting with joy and excitement; and i am afraid my it might explode anytime.

What a magical month it is! A month of love, joy, fun and forgiveness. I dont want my heart to explode, instead i want to share the love, joy and fun with everyone around; both high and low, rich and poor. I want to spread the forgiveness and forgive everyone, i've been delaying, for everything; including myself for anythig i haven't. I want to let go of all the painful memories and the dreadful sorrows. For a moment i am going to forget all the burdens and leave the stress behind; because it is time to celebrate and only celebrate. And there is no fun like celebrating it, being together, with all the family, near and dear ones. Christmas is for everyone, children, young and old; it doesn't make a distinction. So let's ring the bells, sing a song and spread the true magic of Christmas around the world.

Wish i were in Bethlehem....

noreply@blogger.com (Elvirah) — Tue, 13 Dec 2011 13:56:00 -0800

.....Wish i had seen him.

Since my childhood, it had always been my wish to had seen the baby Jesus in manger and the wonders that happened in Bethlehem after the birth of Jesus. Those were the cold months of winter with the cold breeze gust fluttering everywhere around the Bethlehem. It looked like the cold breeze was dancing and whispering everyone to breathe its fresh air, probably because it had visited manger and had seen the baby Jesus. I wish i were that whffing cold breeze that was swirling and singing in the air, and trying to peek in the little manger sneakingly. I'd had dared not near him and cling to the tender skin of the baby Jesus, but glanced at the baby Jesus, laid in a manger, so adorable.

He was laid in a little manger in a trough spread with fresh hay and the cattle were around, lowing. Who would like to choose a manger for a great occasion like that when they had everything in the world at their feet? But our eternal king chose such a manger in lower state. The manger must've felt so happy that it was given such an incredible opportunity to serve him in it's best possible way. It had seen the star that appeared in the sky that night and the sheperds and the wise men visiting it to worship the lord Jesus. I wish i were the manger that was very lucky enough to had sheltered the baby Jesus all night and to had seen all the wonders that happened after his birth there.

It was then i heard a voice in me saying "you are more lucky than that cold breeze and the dirty little manger". When i looked around, i saw no one. Then i figured it came from inside me and it was my conscience. Ofcourse it was right, i am lucky becasue he chose me who was like the cold breeze not worthy enough to see him or touch him. And he chose my dirty litte heart like the manger, to stay in there forever, not just a night. I am more lucky because he promised that he would never leave me until the end of the world. Now i don't need to feel sad anymore that i wasn't there in Bethlehem, and i had not seen him when he was born. Instead i am going to celebrate this Christmas by sharing the joy i have in me to others.

Think out of the box?

noreply@blogger.com (Elvirah) — Sat, 10 Dec 2011 08:21:00 -0800

.....What the hell?

Christmas was fast approaching and i was so excited about the holidays ahead. I just needed to be done with the quarterly tests for that year. There was this test where we had to come up with an inovative idea to help the teacher make our classroom a more better place to learn. Each idea would be given some points accordinlgly and the best chosen idea would have their name listed in the school magazine for that year along with a certificate. It was the year when i joined primary school and you can easily make out how old i was then. I was just a kid and so the rest of the students in my class. When the teacher announced us about the test for the first time, she particularly came to me before she left the class and said:

"Elvirah, you are indeed a bright student of the class, but i want to you to think out of the box to prove yourself a brilliant student. And i know you have it in you".

"Ofcourse maam." I said sounding confident. She walked out of the class after that.

"I have a box in me? really? How does it look like? And how do i think out of it?" those were the first thoughts that came to my mind as soon as she left the room. Now i just laugh at my stupidity whenever i think of it. I could have right away asked the teacher what did she mean by "think out of the box"; instead i tried to sound smart in front of the teacher as if i was aware of what she meant. I probably was shy and didn't want to sound dumb asking for its meaning. Just becasue i didn't want to reveal my ignorance doesn't mean i could be so foolish to make my own interpretaion out of it, but i did.

As if that wasn't enough drama there, as soon as i came home, i headed straight to my dad and asked.

"Dad can you get me another box as i am not able to see my box in me?"

"A box? What kind of box? And why do you need a box?" His eyes narrowed and he looked bewildered.

"Yeah a box to figure out how to think out of it." I blurted out.

"What the hell? Who asked you to do so?" My dad freaked out.

"Dad don't be mad at me. Its my teacher who asked me to do so." I said making an innocent face.

"Why would she ask you to do something like that?" He was still mad.

Then i told my dad the everything that happend in the class and what teacher told me to do. You wouldn't believe how my dad and mom both laughed at me and i stood there looking like an idiot. I was definitely an idiot beacuse i could have at least asked my dad instead making my own assumptions. Ofcourse later my mom and dad, they both explained me what the teacher meant and what i was supposed to do. I then realised i was already in a box with my thoughts closed in it and i need to bring my thoughts out of it to be able to think of a better idea. I also learnt that i am never supposed to make my assumptions if something is not clear and something seems to be beyond my understanding. Instead i must get things cleared up right away and avoid giving room for serious or stupid misunderstandings. Within a week i was done with all my tests including, Best Idea test and waited for the results to be announced. A funny thing happened then, the results were supposed to be announced on the day our school had Christmas party. And the day when we gathered for Christmas party our teacher announced that everyone would be give a gift box of surprises wrapped in it which we were suppsed to open only after going home. When the gift box was given to all of us, i wondered what must be in the box for me. I waited anxiously until the party was over and when i reached home i unwrapped the gift cover carefully as the teacher told there would be a note written on every gift box. I had the box with a note written : " A magical to help you think more out of the box ideas." My head spinned and i said to myself "this cannot be happening to me" and you know why :). Later my mom came and asked me if i opened it.

"Mom teacher is trying to make fun of me...see what she wrote. I am sure there is nothing in it. Probably i didn't score well...but how in the world she came to know about my stupidity earlier when she asked me to think out of the box. Somehow she came to know about it and so she wrote a note like this to make fun of me now." I babbled on.

Mom chuckled at me and opened the box in front of me. To my intense surprise i found a certificate, with my name on it; Best Idea certificate was awarded to me. Finally i had my box....sorry idea :) listed in the school magazine which was like the best Christmas present ever.

Star of wonder......

noreply@blogger.com (Elvirah) — Wed, 7 Dec 2011 03:12:00 -0800

.....star of night

A king was born in Bethlehem and, the star with royal beauty bright appeared in the sky. Three most famous wise men saw the star and wondered at it. Wise men followed the star, the star with perfect light. The yonder star leading and still proceeding, guided the wise men to a beautiful manger. A manger with no crib for a bed, there was he laid down wrapped in swaddling clothes. Angels singing to him - Praise to the King and God and Sacrifice, Alleluia, Alleluia. Also Sheperds were there with their heads bowed down to honour the almighty king, baby Jesus. Wisemen too worshipped the Jesus and offered their presents. Gold i bring to crown the king forever, to reign us all - a wiseman told. Frankinsense i offer to incense the deity nigh - other wiseman told. The third wiseman said - You breathe a life of gathering gloom, so i offer you, Myrrh, this bitter perfume.

Isn't the story amazing? When i heard this story for the first time, i was just a little girl. What i could get from the story was that Jesus, the eternal king, was born in Bethlehem, so we celebrate the Christmas every year. We put up a Christmas tree, decorate the house with a little manager and have sweet memories of joyous Christmas. Once it so happened that my dad didn't get us anything to decorate the house; neither, he got me any Christmas present for that matter. I was so upset and wondered why my dad did so. Then my dad came to me; he took me into his arms and said that it was going to be one of the memorable Christmas we ever celebrated. I asked him, how? Then he said, that he came to know about few poor children who were homeless and with no education. And the true happiness of celebrating Christmas was in helping those poor children by giving them what they need and lead them in the right direction of bright light of education. Star led the wisemen in the right direction to the place where Jesus was born. Dad said i could be the same bright star if i could allow him to give the same money, saved for my presents, to those little poor children. That way with my bright twinkling light, they would see the generous Christ in me and, praise and worship him with their beautiful smile. And we all together could happily celebrate the joyous Christmas.

You confound me....

noreply@blogger.com (Elvirah) — Sun, 4 Dec 2011 21:13:00 -0800

...oh little heart

Often we see ourselves at the crossroads where we stand and wonder which way to choose. We had already planned everything and we know that we are heading the right direction, but all of a sudden we see another road which is quite appealing. Then we face a situation where we are going to have to choose either of them; apparently it is a struggle between our perfect, clever mind and our little innocent heart. And it is upto us to decide which one is going to go over better; the way we had already planned for us or the way which we are confronted with now. We are sure about one way and the other way is just a possibility which may or may not prove right for us. Sometimes both seem like right ways with their own pros and cons.

Even i had faced these crossroads in my life, many times. Though few things were not my lifestyle choice, i had go with it either because of comittments or responsibilities. When i confronted a situation of choosing between passion and responsibility, i chose responsibility as i thought that was more important then. Few get to choose between love and comittment or responsibility; some choose love and some comittment. So it's for us to make a choice whether it's going to prove right or wrong later. Sometimes it all seems like a painful process of hearless mind and sometimes just the right decision which would prove worth the sacrifice of another.

Just like us, there was this silly girl named Susan, who was very much focused toward her passion for achieving new heights in her career. While she was getting closer to her dreams, she confronts a situation which seems like a hurdle between her dreams. As our Susan was a stubborn girl, there was no way she would easily give up her dream for something else. Now you must be wondering who this Susan is and what kind of crossroads she was at. Susan is the leading charater of my story "Silly Dumb Heart", which i would like to present it to you in little portions, like chapters every other day. Just like you've been an encouraging support to write articles here at "Life is an Art", i hope i would i get the same support from you in getting along with the Susan's Story. So i would be glad if you could visit my other blog, Silly Dumb Heart, which is based on a fictional love story and, let me know your valuable thoughts on it.

Colours i learnt....

noreply@blogger.com (Elvirah) — Thu, 1 Dec 2011 02:29:00 -0800

......are the colours i live.

There is this lovely song i learnt about colours, when i was a kid, in sunday school. I still hum it, even now, nostalgically and, probably many of you might know it. The song goes like this - "Colours, Colours five pretty colours...colours tell a story, listen carefully...". This song was one of my favourite and whenever we used to sing it, our teacher would show us a beautiful book of five pretty colours in it. Among all the colours, gold colour was eye catchy and attractive for me then, may be because of its bright and sparkling brilliance aspect. Besides gold is a representation of glorious heaven where i hope to be one day.

Our beautiful nature is abundant in numerous bright and vigorous colours which is so fascinating. You know, i love playing with butterflies, so colourful, which had always made me wonder how it got its lovely colours. When i learnt it's amazing story that it was once a creepy insect, a caterpillar, which turned into a charming colourful butterfly, i was thrilled. I couldn't believe that it was once a caterpillar which i am scared of. Look at the peaceful flower which pulls me into its creative imaginary world, full of vibrant colours and the serene water which seems to be playing with colours and changing into - sometimes blue, sometimes white and sometimes green. I must say i am so lucky to be able to feel the pleasing beauty of nature. And who wouldn't enjoy watching the, cheerful seven colour, rainbow which appears only after it rains. It is mesmerising to view such a wonder when the rainbow makes the clouds go hideous and smile at us colourfully.
Isn't it a pleasure watching birds like parrot and peacock, rich in wide variety of appealing colours? All these colours look so natural and graceful and all the colours play their part to amuse us wittily. And probably there are many more colours which we've not yet discovered for which we have to peer into our nature's cryptic secrets. God created this world so beautifully and so colourfully that no words would be able to describe it. I am so glad to be a part of this woderful creation, full of pretty colours.

As i grew up i figured that my life is more or less, the blend of various colours of harmony, peace, love, grace, hope, animosity, pain and sorrow and so on. And all the pretty colours i learnt are the colours i've been living.

Nothing to hide with you...

noreply@blogger.com (Elvirah) — Mon, 28 Nov 2011 02:40:00 -0800

.....my magic mirror

I heard many amusing bed time stories from my grandmother, when i was a kid. Once she told me and my sister the story of a magic mirror. She said this magic mirror would help me see myself in it and tell me if i look pretty or not. It would also show me if my face has anything wrong in it and help me make it look fine. She also said that magic mirror shows only true reflection of anyone or anything, but would never try to fake it. Then she lifted me up to show me how it looks and to my amazment i saw someone exactly like me in a piece of glass. When i was old enough to get ready myself i got a chance to read more about this mirror. I learnt that it was definitely a magic mirror, but it was also a delicate piece of glass which needs to be handled very carefully . Like the story of my grandmother, the magic mirror would show me, myself, my reflection in it and helps me to make myself look more pretty. Whenever i would stand in front of it, it would also help me grow my confidence before i face the word's complications. It was great knowing it and being with it, but as i grew older i started to be little careless with my magic mirror. I used to ignore the little faults blinded by my haughtiness and pride of beauty. Still, whenever i had a look at it, it would silently warn me about the blurs i overlook, but would never try to block my way and fight me. And one day i happend to drop it, because of my carelessness, and it fell on the ground and broke into pieces. I thought it would be easy to find another mirror just like that, but i was wrong in thinking so. My mother told me that it was one such rare piece of beauty which is not only difficult but impossible to find. Then i realised my stupidity and the importance of the magic mirror i had. I felt terribly sorry for being so reckless with it and to loose it finally . When i was sad and upset about it, my mother comforted me and told that it was just a mirror which could be replaced by another mirror. It was definitely a beautiful piece, but there were also other great magic mirrors in its replacement. While she told me so, she asked me to remember one thing always - Never neglect anything in life which is difficult to find. And she also told me that there was something, like magic mirror, inside me and that was my heart's conscience. And i should listen to it whenever it warns me of my mistakes and not repeat it again. If i stop listening to it as i had done with the mirror, i would loose it; and getting back the good old conscience is very difficult.