Random Musings of a Lankan Girl

To my sister;The Buddhist Monk

noreply@blogger.com (Dush) — Wed, 26 Oct 2011 21:27:00 +0000

Feeling of hopelessness and sadness ran through my veins

Guilt and regret hit me like a thunder storm in a rainy night

I was just powerless to change the decision you have made

Million little pieces of memories flashed in front of my eyes

Countless sacrifices mother had done for you; all those years

To be the career women; she had dreamed & envision for you

All those dreams came down like a house of cards

I could only close my eyes and searched for answers

Where did we go wrong; for you to leave in despair?

Giving up the things you loved and wanted so much

To become a Buddhist monk, isolated in to wilderness

Wearing a pale yellow robe, you meditate in dead silence

No attraction or repulsion from the world out side to disturb

I hope you'll find the inner peace that you desperately seek

Sheer courage and wisdom to follow the path of enlightment

It’s true; we have chosen very different paths of fulfillment

We may never be the same sisters who hold hands and giggles

But you will always be the one; once I dearly loved and missed

Goodbye my little sister, I am setting you free for the noble cause

May you be the one to heal & guide the many more helpless people

Needy souls to the light at the end of the long and painful tunnel.

Too Often we judge people...

noreply@blogger.com (Dush) — Sun, 23 Oct 2011 22:47:00 +0000

Life is like a Flute.....

noreply@blogger.com (Dush) — Tue, 18 Oct 2011 01:39:00 +0000

Father & Son story

noreply@blogger.com (Dush) — Thu, 30 Jun 2011 20:10:00 +0000

One old man was sitting with his 25 years old son in the train.

Train is about to leave the station.

All passengers are settling down their seat.

As train started young man was filled with lot of joy and curiosity.

He was sitting on the window side.
He went out one hand and feeling the passing air. He shouted, "Papa see all trees are going behind".

Old man smile and admired son feelings.

Beside the young man one couple was sitting and listing all the conversion between father and son.

They were little awkward with the attitude of 25

years old man behaving like a small child.

Suddenly young man again shouted, "Papa see the pond

and animals. Clouds are moving with train".

Couple was watching the young man in embarrassingly.

Now its start raining and some of water drops touches the young man's hand.

He filled with joy and he closed the eyes.

He shouted again," Papa it's raining, water is touching me, see papa".

Couple couldn't help themselves and ask the old man.

"Why don't you visit the Doctor and get treatment for your son."

Old man said,

" Yes, We are coming from the hospital as Today

only my son got his eye sight for first time in his life".

Moral: "Don't draw conclusions until you know all the facts".

Simply Life

noreply@blogger.com (Dush) — Tue, 28 Jun 2011 19:44:00 +0000

When the April spring showers‘re gone

Mist fades away with the morning sun

I see the dew drops on the grass tips

Rays of sunlight beaming from the window

It’s these simple moments that we enjoy

Bring the beauty and serenity to our lives

When everything is meant to be broken

We look for our good friends to stand by

Pray for the miracles to appear in the sky

Some get heart broken, some get lucky

Everyone is left with a story to pass along

Time is our canvas; it’s entirely up to you

How you paint your life’s masterpiece

All that matters is not the end, memories

That you captured in a flash of moment

Your strife’s, struggles, triumphs and joy

When I gaze at the dark cloudless sky

I see one silver star under the moonlight

There’s enough hope, love for every one

But we choose to sit in our dark corner

Wait for the world to solve our problems

All along, Power is within us to find solutions

when you discover the peace within you

you’ll realize what a rare and wonderful

place this world to be born and witness life

God’s greatest gift to us is this one chance

live the life to the fullest with no regrets.

My childhood

noreply@blogger.com (Dush) — Mon, 06 Jun 2011 20:50:00 +0000

My childhood was full of innocence

Time in My world seemed endless

All I cared was to run around circles

Singing & Dancing with my buddies

Sat on the tree house & eating popsicles

Watched the parrots flew over the fields

Everything was bigger and so colorful

Every one was nicer and my best friends

School days were filled with fun & mischief

I did not care for home work or class work

I was always fooling around in the hood

Lots of happy holidays in granny’s house

Laughter, love was never short in her care

Smile was just enough to get things done

It was a hero bike I got for my 10th b’day

I paraded that in town as if I won the lottery

World seemed to be a fair and wonderful place

Love was pure and tenderness prevailed

No obligations or expectations to lived up to

All the good times I shared with my family

I know, my childhood was long gone

But child in me never ever left home

Lost Purpose

noreply@blogger.com (Dush) — Tue, 31 May 2011 22:17:00 +0000

We live in this most advanced ,complex world

Tall glass buildings,grand fly overs & fancy cars

Yet, we fail to notice the hungry homeless

Begging for our attention to get by each day

IPods, iPads, iphones in every street corner

We are busy browsing our smart gadgets

Live tweets, facebook updates to the world

Yet, we don’t stop and say hello to our neighbor

We Spend hours surfing and chatting online

Catching up with long lost high school friends

Yet, we don’t ask our spouse how her/his day is

Watching reality shows, singing competitions

And dancing stars are our new pass times

Yet, we don’t see the wars in our own back yards

To take care the jobless, helpless & the addicted

We champion the freedom to speak, demonstrate

As a human right, yet we accept the dictators

Around the world as it is their norm, culture

We live in a society every wants to be famous

Yet, no one wants to work hard to achieve it

We live in a place where we make dishwashing liquid

Using environmentally friendly, organic real lemons

Yet, lemonade for kids with artificial flavors & sugars

We shed millions on supplements and diet programs

Yet, fail to include fresh fruits and veggies to our diet

Isn’t that long a go we cut own grass, walked the dogs

Grew our vegetable garden, milked our own cows

Attended church every Sunday and prayed for world peace?

We live in a such a world that we embrace new technology

To divide us over land, race, skin color,politics and religions

We have forgotten the ultimate truth of existence

All things must die, regardless of their purpose

Life is a chance..

noreply@blogger.com (Dush) — Fri, 27 May 2011 15:21:00 +0000

Life is a chance, take it now or never

Life is a challenge, face it with courage

Life is gift, unwrap it and enjoy what is inside

Life is a tragedy; give it time , sorrows will heal

Life is pain, one must suffer to undersatnd it

Life is lonely, have faith, you will find your soul mate

Life is full of frustration, let it go, answers will come

Life is a mystery, pay attention, you will miss out

Life is love, feel it and spread it around

Life is a puzzle, can snap you wide awake

Life is struggle, hope is there to life your spirit

Life is full of unexpected; it can grab you any time

Life is depressing, can wake you from your sleep

Life is tears,need to cry out loud to let go of the pain

Life is trust, easy to loose harder to earn

Life is just a tease, don’t take it too seriously.

Life is awesome, see it, feel it embrace it

Life is precious; don’t let anyone take it from you

Life is beautiful, cheer up; it’s yours to play with

Life is fun, feel the music, dance to the beat

Life is whatever you think of it. And everything you think of it

Life is what you make of it and what you say of it.

Life is all about you and how you treat it

You like it, you hate it. Well, it’s all up to you

Life is you so be careful how you describe it

A friend is ...

noreply@blogger.com (Dush) — Mon, 23 May 2011 22:36:00 +0000

A friend is someone who understands your past, believes in your future, and accepts you just the way you are.

We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone.” ---Orson Welles ---

Life is partly what we make it, and partly what it is made by the friends we choose.---Tennessee Williams --

Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Just walk beside me and be my friend.----Albert Camus---

Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another, 'What! You too? I thought I was the only one-- C.S. Lewis---

The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch swing with, never say a word, then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation that you ever had

You are the same today that you are going to be in five years from now except for two things: the people with whom you associate and the books you read.----Charles Jones---

One measure of friendship consists not in the number of things friends can discuss, but in the number of things they need no longer mention.--Clifton Fadiman---

Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it's all over.---Gloria Naylor---

Friendship marks a life even more deeply than love. Love risks degenerating into obsession, friendship is never anything but sharing.----Elie Wiese---

You learn to like someone when you find out what makes them laugh, but you can never truly love someone until you find out what makes them cry

Truly great friends are hard to find, difficult to leave, and impossible to forget

In Life...

noreply@blogger.com (Dush) — Sun, 22 May 2011 19:23:00 +0000

In your life, you meet people. Some you never think about again. Some, you wonder what happened to them. There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you. And then there are some you wish you never had to think about again. But you do.

To My Brown Eyed Friend

noreply@blogger.com (Dush) — Wed, 18 May 2011 19:41:00 +0000

Beautiful brown eyes with a funky hair

Pretty smile & squeaky voice is there

It’s so hard to ignore your cute stare

You're very rare friend to spare.....

Always have a nutrition find to share

Gluten free & no MSG food you prepare

You’re Sweet, sensitive, caring & funny

It’s your gentle, loving and kind ways

Gives me the utter joy to be freinds..

It’s your laid back style & optimism

Reminds me of the good times are ahead

I may be too young to offer you comfort

But I will tell you this my sweet friend

When ever you’re sad or feeling blue

I swear to God, I'll be here for you.

To hold your hand and give you hugs

I hope these stormy days will go away

Many more happy times are on the way

I just wrote this poem to lift your day

Now, may I have my smoothie coconut free?

Away from me

noreply@blogger.com (Dush) — Tue, 17 May 2011 19:39:00 +0000

I close my eyes

To find in a dream

To be with you

For a while

Beautiful memories

About our past,

Just like the blue sky

Will be there always

In my mind..

For as long as I live

My love for you

I always feel

In my heart

Will never say

You are away from me .

I wish I can be like the ocean..

noreply@blogger.com (Dush) — Sun, 15 May 2011 20:55:00 +0000

I wish I can be like the ocean

Constant waves go up & down

Whistling sounds pleasant to hear

It sings ,screams, cries and growls

All at once.. yet, no one complains..

It gives birth, nourishes and carries life

Far away places I can only imagine..

Takes all in.. good, bad and the ugly

no judgments passed or questions asked

Fearless, adventurous & carefree

Ocean.. ..please take me with you

I want to float to a land of hope

Where There’s no hate, hurt or in-justice

on Judgement

noreply@blogger.com (Dush) — Mon, 09 May 2011 15:06:00 +0000

My dearest mother

noreply@blogger.com (Dush) — Wed, 04 May 2011 21:43:00 +0000

You’ve given me life

You’ve shown me kindness

You’ve taught me compassion

You’ve proven me resilience

Above all you taught me love

Because of you

I am who I am today

It’s your sacrifices

Made me strong

It’s your courage

Made me think

It’s your dream

I live today

I hope it’s worth it

Things you did not do

Places you did not go

People you did not spend time

I know its all for me

We fight, we yell

We forgive, we make up

I hope you know

How grateful I am

To have you in my life

I hope you know

I love you forever and always

Class Room Memories

noreply@blogger.com (Dush) — Mon, 02 May 2011 21:55:00 +0000

I was the happy clown who made every one laugh

I was the tomboy who did not care for the boys

I was the brave who stood up to mean girls

I was the fool who got punished for helping the weak

I was the curious who asked the weird questions

I was the poet who got picked on for being creative

I was the observer who always sat in the last raw

Time has flown by I am still the same cheerful clown

Putting a smile to the people who struggle through life

Spring Love!!!

noreply@blogger.com (Dush) — Fri, 29 Apr 2011 20:03:00 +0000

Humming bird sings in the dawn

Cool breeze caressing my ears

Dandling daffodils...Peeping tulips

I smell the roses... hear the bees…

At last!! Spring is here to stay..
I wonder... do you care to notice?

Melting snow ...run off rivers

I feel the warmth ...glorious sun

Sweet cherries ..melt in my mouth

Dashing blue sky ..stare at the face

I wonder... do you care to notice?

Dancing squirrels ..in the woods

Pretty butterflies...Shining colors

Happy lovers... holding hands

Cheerful kids...giggling loud

Glimpse of hope... blossoming in

I see now... true magic of spring

I wonder... do you care to notice?

Green grass ...bursting trees

Bringing new life, yearning love

Rain drops ..tears upon my face

Past is gone ..just like the dark winter

I let you go… to sulk, frown and ponder

I wonder... do you care to notice?

I cry ...happy tears. ....Thank you spring

I am free...no debts .. no deeds

Once again... my heart is full of desires

Dare to dream ...ready to conquer

I found the one...Worthy of my soul
I wonder... do you even care at all?

The POWER of FORGIVENESS

noreply@blogger.com (Dush) — Thu, 17 Mar 2011 19:32:00 +0000

I came across this beautifully written piece about the power of Forgiveness and Buddhism by Anh-Huong. Anh-Huong is a Buddhist teacher and author. She has taught Mindfulness Practices in workshops and retreats across the United States since 1988. In 1998 she and her husband founded the Mindfulness Practice Center of Fairfax where they offer daily practices, classes, and retreats on the art of mindful living.

My family escaped from Vietnam in a very small boat in 1979. We spent 10 months in a refugee camp in Malaysia before coming to the United States. It was said that half us boat people died at sea. The other half arrived to the shores in Southeast Asia, but even then

we were still not safe.

There were many young girls among the boat people who were raped by sea pirates. Even though the United Nations and many individual countries tried to help the government of Thailand prevent that kind of piracy, the pirates continued to inflict much suffering on us refugees. When I was staying at Pulau Bidong Island, the biggest refugee camp in Malaysia at that time, I saw so many teen age girls and young women being carried from their boats into the camp upon their arrival. They were weeping, sometimes screaming with tremors. They had been raped by sea pirates. There was a story about a 12 year-old girl on a small boat who was raped by a Thai pirate who jumped into the ocean and drowned herself. There was another story of a father who was thrown into the ocean in the middle of the night because he was trying to stop the pirates from taking his teen-age daughter away from their fishing boat. There were so many heart-breaking stories like these.

When we see that our suffering, our hatred and our fear are organic, we don’t try to run away from them. Through the practice of calming, resting and deep looking taught by the Buddha, we can transform our loneliness, hate, fear and despair into elements of understanding which can nourish our compassion, happiness and well-being. We don’t feel the need to fight against our fear or anger anymore, because we see that our anger and fear are a genuine part of ourselves. So we try to handle them in the most tender,non-violent way. We take care of our anger and fear in the way that best gives them the chance to turn into understanding, love and compassion.

It’s so important to train ourselves to look in a non-dualistic way. We know from our own experience that if the other person is not happy, it’s very difficult for us to be happy.The other person may be our daughter, our partner, our friend, our mother, our son, our

father, or our neighbor. The other person may be the Christian community, the Jewish community, the Buddhist community, or the Islamic community. Because we know that safety and peace aren’t individual matters, we will naturally act for the collective good.

The practice of forgiveness is the practice of understanding and compassion. Understanding is the substance of true love and true compassion. If love is in our heart, every thought, word, and action can bring about a miracle.

More random Pics from Galle,Sri Lanka

noreply@blogger.com (Dush) — Fri, 04 Mar 2011 20:20:00 +0000

Galle, Sri Lanka

noreply@blogger.com (Dush) — Fri, 04 Mar 2011 20:04:00 +0000

Light House Hotel, Galle, Sri Lanka

Beautiful sunset over the ocean

The opposite to love is not hate, but judgement.

noreply@blogger.com (Dush) — Tue, 21 Sep 2010 17:14:00 +0000

When we judge another as a threat to our needs and desires, we fear that person.
We see them not as they are, but through our interpretations.
We separate ourselves from them.
And when we judge another as the answer to our needs and desires, we think we 'love' them.
But we only love their behaviour and their form.
We see them not as they are, in their essence, but through our interpretations.
And again we separate ourselves from them.
We judge another to prove we are more worthy.
We judge because we are afraid to meet another as an equal.
We judge, lest in seeing others to be what they truly are, we feel we are not who we truly are.
Yet any judgement is but a judgement of oneself.
It is an admission that I am not what I truly may be knowing that what I see in the other is also in me.
When I know who I am, I know who other people are, and judgement is no longer necessary.
No judgement can be given of the being of another, and my being needs make no judgement.
When we see another as they are, without any judgement of how they are, then we see them through the eyes of compassion.

This is true love.

A wise physician...

noreply@blogger.com (Dush) — Fri, 19 Sep 2008 12:43:00 +0000

I need to know If you're my true friend...

noreply@blogger.com (Dush) — Fri, 19 Sep 2008 12:32:00 +0000

Being happy ....

noreply@blogger.com (Dush) — Sat, 05 Apr 2008 15:38:00 +0000

“Being happy doesn't mean that everything is perfect. It means that you've decided to look beyond the imperfections.”

“When life knocks you down you have two choices- stay down or get up.” - Tom Krause

“What we seek we shall find; what we flee from flees from us.”- Ralph Waldo Emerson

“Never allow someone to be your priority while allowing yourself to be their option”
“Believe nothing, no matter where you read it, or who said it, no matter if I have said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense.” -Lord Budda

“For everything you have missed, you have gained something else, and for everything you gain, you lose something else.”- Ralph Waldo Emerson

“The diamond cannot be polished without friction, nor the man perfected without trials.”

What Really Matters in Life?

noreply@blogger.com (Dush) — Wed, 26 Mar 2008 23:06:00 +0000

A vacationing American businessman was standing on the pier of a quaint coastal fishing village in southern Mexico when a small boat with just one young fisherman pulled into the dock. Inside the small boat were several large yellowfin tuna. The American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish.
"How long did it take you to catch them?" the American casually asked.
"Oh, a few hours," the Mexican replied.
"Why don't you stay out longer and catch more fish?" the American businessman then asked.
The Mexican warmly replied, "With this I have more than enough to support my family's needs."
The businessman then became serious, "But what do you do with the rest of your time?"
Responding with a smile, the Mexican fisherman answered, "I sleep late, play with my children, watch ballgames, and take siesta with my wife. Sometimes in the evenings I take a stroll into the village to see my friends, play the guitar, sing a few songs..."
The American businessman impatiently interrupted, "Look, I have an MBA from Harvard, and I can help you to be more profitable. You can start by fishing several hours longer every day. You can then sell the extra fish you catch. With the extra money, you can buy a bigger boat. With the additional income that larger boat will bring, you can then buy a second boat, a third one, and so on, until you have an entire fleet of fishing boats.
"Then, instead of selling your catch to a middleman you'll be able to sell your fish directly to the processor, or even open your own cannery. Eventually, you could control the product, processing and distribution. You could leave this tiny coastal village and move to Mexico City, or possibly even LA or New York City, where you could even further expand your enterprise."
Having never thought of such things, the Mexican fisherman asked, "But how long will all this take?"
After a rapid mental calculation, the businessman pronounced, "Probably about 15-20 years, maybe less if you work really hard."
"And then what, senor?" asked the fisherman.
"Why, that's the best part!" answered the businessman with a laugh. "When the time is right, you would sell your company stock to the public and become very rich. You would make millions."
"Millions? Really? What could I do with it all?" asked the young fisherman in disbelief.
The businessman boasted, "Then you could happily retire with all the money you've made. You could move to a quaint coastal fishing village where you could sleep late, play with your grandchildren, watch ballgames, take siesta with your wife, and stroll to the village in the evenings where you could play the guitar and sing with your friends all you want."

The moral of the story is: Know what really matters in life, and you may find that it is already much closer than you think।