tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724408254766539385Thu, 02 Oct 2025 12:42:27 +0000random thoughtsContemplationsGeneral ReadsLifeLife's Lessons from the InternetLonelinessDepressionshort storiesbookschildhoodPoetryWorth a readcrazy lifeFriendsAmish TripathiGratitudeLifetimeMelancholyNeelkanthVasudevnew yearresolutionssolitude26/11AlexanderCartoonsColorsDoordarshanFestivalIce creamIndiaIndia's 9/11Lord RamRainRanga shankaraReasonReviewSeasonThe Immortals of MeluhaThe Scion of IkshavakuTheatremumbai blastmusicStories from the quiet corners of the soul...http://mykaleidoscopicsoul.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (Maverick)Blogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724408254766539385.post-5073735478775246168Thu, 07 Jan 2016 13:44:00 +00002016-01-19T12:57:25.872+05:30Contemplationscrazy lifeGeneral ReadsLiferandom thoughtsshort stories<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody> <tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjumB-nTPjQFGjCwa8ItLa2wA4dUC60sLsa1AOivG3NJov4zg7bBaYdQfvLXuqcDMwGpKGP_qRqWtwJ8r6GEcN4hnfNuW5bvEnYECL6L2gqsrq2fEKOeTxQ_eaoiN7fF-95PYGNNAnPmYQ/s1600/mood-girl-walking-alone-1152x720.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjumB-nTPjQFGjCwa8ItLa2wA4dUC60sLsa1AOivG3NJov4zg7bBaYdQfvLXuqcDMwGpKGP_qRqWtwJ8r6GEcN4hnfNuW5bvEnYECL6L2gqsrq2fEKOeTxQ_eaoiN7fF-95PYGNNAnPmYQ/s400/mood-girl-walking-alone-1152x720.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr> <tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.inspiringwallpapers.net/mood-girl-walking-alone-on-a-nature-road.html" target="_blank">Image Source</a></span></td></tr> </tbody></table> <span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;">Her wedding dress laid discarded on the floor. It was time..... time to act on her decision that she had contemplated about for so long.</span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;">As she walked out of the room, she went back in time when all of it started.</span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;">Anaya was a simple, educated and a very care-free girl who believed in enjoying life to the fullest. As per her desires, she had graduated from a very reupted college in the city and had been immeditely picked up by the top most designing boutique. She had explored her creativity and designed clothes creating her own signature style.</span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;">One thing led to another and before she knew her parents were talking about her wedding. She met Adarsh in one such traditional match fixing date and had instantly taken a liking towards his straight forward and down to earth nature. She had given her approval to her parents and the prepareations for her wedding started. Her parents were exicted about their only daughter's wedding and being very wealthy did not want to leave any stone unturned for her wedding.&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;">They had spent a lot of money and had only the grandest &amp; finest things arranged for her wedding.</span><br /> <a name='more'></a></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', sans-serif;">Anaya, oblivious to all this was busy spending time with Adarsh. They would meet each day after work and spend the whole evening together. Adarsh was a perfect gentleman. He listened when Anaya spoke, became aware of Anaya's likes &amp; dislikes and treated her like a perfect lady. Anaya was on cloud nine. Life couldn't have been more perfect.</span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;">Adarsh's parents had just visited her house, as she returned from office one day. Her parents were showing mixed reactions and this confused Anaya. They were happy that she was getting married, but were....... Anaya couldn't relate to the other emotion they showed. She brushed it off thinking it was the pre-wedding jitters that parents usually show before their dauther's wedding.</span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;">The next time when this happened was when they all had gone out for dinner for Adarsh's brother's birthday. She had seen Adarsh's mother slipping a folded note into her mother's hand. Her mother had been depressed through out the evening after that.</span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;">She decided to find out what the matter was. Next day when nobody was at home, she went to her parent's room and searched for the note. She finally found it in her mother's cupboard beneath the folded sarees. She was shocked when she opened the note and read the contents. It had a list of items that Adarsh's mother had asked for, as 'gifts' for the wedding. She had kept the note with her and decided that she would talk about it with Adarsh during their next meeting.</span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;">When she bought up the topic during the next meeting with Adarsh, he brushed it aside telling that it was very common for girl's parents to give her gifts during the wedding for setting up her new house. She was shocked at his reaction. She really liked Adarsh, but this kind of thinking did not go down well with her.</span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;">She had spent sleepness nights contemplating her decision of marrying Adarsh, on the pressure her parents must be facing and on her next course of action.</span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;">Finally her wedding day dawned and she had made her decision. As she walked down the aisle eyebrows rose, coz she was walking devoid of her bridal attire and was accompanied by the police. She walked up to the mantap and stated her decision to Adarsh in front of the crowd. The polics that had accompanied her arrested Adarsh &amp; his parents. Her parents were in joyful tears and hugged her.</span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;">She told her parents that they had spent money to educate her and make her independent. They did not have to bow down to society's evil demands of dowry. She was capable enough of taking care of herself. Whatever they spent on her wedding should be out of love and not due to force!&nbsp;</span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;">With these words she walked out of the mantap to a life of freedom!</span></div> </div> http://mykaleidoscopicsoul.blogspot.com/2016/01/anaya-freedom.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Maverick)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724408254766539385.post-7305152918139371035Mon, 04 Jan 2016 17:17:00 +00002016-01-14T11:08:43.192+05:30ColorsGeneral ReadsLifeshort stories<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">She woke up to the early morning sun rays playing hide and seek with her bedroom's curtains. She turned to look at the face sleeping next to her and smiled a lazy smile wondering on how life had been throwing surprises at her when she least expected it.<o:p></o:p></span></div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"> <br /></div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">She drifted back in time, when things were not so pleasant as they seem and she had gone to the extent of contemplating suicide.<o:p></o:p></span></div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"> <br /></div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Purvi hailed from an economically backward village situated in the remotest corner of Karnataka where girls were married of even before they achieved puberty. She was the first one to defy the culture of the village and stalled getting married till she completed her tenth. This was completely unheard of in her village and she was already the target of the village elders because of this act of hers!<o:p></o:p></span></div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"> <br /></div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Although her parents supported her decision initially, they couldn't do so for long and had to bow down to the wish of the elders of the village. Her wedding was fixed with a guy from neighboring village who was employed in the city.<o:p></o:p></span></div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"> <br /></div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Her marriage we performed in the village according to the customs &amp; traditions.&nbsp;She hadn’t even met her husband before the wedding and was scared on what was in store for her.</span></div> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody> <tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoStJZ23PhouVGNMomO621BvStGGxzJfr45f2fGUKlIOIk9v8RYZ87dsmk3gjxMGLdnyoQBAnAFlsZeL62hCEDVKkTihQrdaAEmTVkbce1Cu2nVtOQ-DnUkH2w4KVch_xB3U6BCTUIJc0/s1600/sindoor-powder-250x250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoStJZ23PhouVGNMomO621BvStGGxzJfr45f2fGUKlIOIk9v8RYZ87dsmk3gjxMGLdnyoQBAnAFlsZeL62hCEDVKkTihQrdaAEmTVkbce1Cu2nVtOQ-DnUkH2w4KVch_xB3U6BCTUIJc0/s1600/sindoor-powder-250x250.jpg" /></a></td></tr> <tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><a href="http://dir.indiamart.com/jaipur/kumkum.html" target="_blank">Image Source</a></span></td></tr> </tbody></table> <a name='more'></a><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Much to her surprise, Vinay turned out to be just the opposite of what she had imagined her husband to be. Having stayed in the village all her life, she had thought that her husband would be just like all the men of her village – a drunkard, a wife beater; but Vinay turned out to be just the opposite. Vinay was graduate employed in one of the international banks in the city. Having stayed away from the village for a very long time, he was very outgoing, decent, ambitious and very humble and modest (just like his name had suggested)<o:p></o:p></span></div> <div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: justify;"> <br /></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">He had given Purvi time to get adjusted to the city life, encouraged her to complete her education and join work. He had taught her to be independent, make her own decisions and trusted her abilities completely. More than being a husband, he was her best friend, confidant and soul mate with whom Purvi could share anything.<o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">They had built their cozy little family in the midst of the chaos of the city and Purvi was happy living a blissful and blessed life until that fateful day when she received the dreaded phone call. Purvi was at work and the news that came with the phone call came as a shock to her. She fainted on hearing the news. Her colleagues helped her out and she was unable to share the news of her husband’s accident with them.<o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Things moved in a blur after that. Her husband had met with an accident when he was returning from a client meeting. He was admitted to the hospital. Since he was injured on the head, the doctor had very little hope of his survival. Vinay passed away after 3 days of struggling for his life.<o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Things had gone out of control after that. Her friends had sorted out the hospital bills and taken care of the insurance and stuff. Her parents had come and taken her away to their house in the village. She was locked away in the darkest room for 11 days where she was objected from showing her face to anybody. <o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">On the 11^th day when the last rites of her husband were to be performed, the sindoor on her forehead was wiped away by the elderly village ladies. She had cried and cried for Vermilion had been Vinay’s favorite color. She was dragged to the village square to have her head shaven off by the local barber. That’s when Purvi had come to her senses and ran away from the village. She was chased by the local goons, but she had given then a slip. She managed to reach the city and hid in her friend’s house for sometime till matter’s settled down.<o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">She had changed her identity, her job and moved to a different city to build her life from the scratch. She was wary of strangers and did not talk to anybody other than her team members. That is when she had met Sumeet. He had sensed her fear, befriended her, encouraged her to talk to him and bought her out of the shell. She had shared her story with him and he had marveled at her spirit.<o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">One thing led to another and before she knew Sumeet had proposed to her for wedding. She was hesitant in giving her approval but Sumeet had won her over, giving her no chance to complain. <o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div> <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">They had got married in a simple court marriage with a few of their close friends as witness. Sumeet had taken her to their new house where their friends had celebrated their wedding till late in the night. After everybody had left post their wedding celebrations, Sumeet had taken her to their bedroom made her sit on the bed and had given her a small gift box. When she opened the gift she found a small silver barni in it filled with sindoor. He had taken the sindoor and applied in on her forehead giving her life a new meaning and a new color!<o:p></o:p></span></div> </div> http://mykaleidoscopicsoul.blogspot.com/2016/01/vermilion.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Maverick)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724408254766539385.post-9061844287885117452Sat, 02 Jan 2016 16:55:00 +00002016-01-12T14:23:53.479+05:30General ReadsLife's Lessons from the Internet<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Bhishma laid on his bed of arrows. Just two days since he fell to the prowess of his grandson Arjun and his charioteer Krishna. He had sworn that he would not leave the Earthly plane till the Kuru dynasty was in safe hands. He had no choice but to wait for the outcome of the war of Kurukshetra.</span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">From the camps of the Kauravas he could hear loud noises and sounds of elation. While the Pandavas camp was quiet and mournful. Something terrible had happened, of that he was certain. He asked his torch-bearer if he knew what the commotion was about. The torch-bearer nodded and hung his head in shame. "Looks like the war is over Pitamah, the Kauravas have won."</span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Bhishma creased his brow and narrowed his eyes,"Tell me what has happened Manav," he asked his torch-bearer.</span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">"It is the thirteenth day of the war, as you know Pitamah, but a day that will go down as the most shameful day in the history of the Kuru," the torch-bearer said sorrowfully. "They have killed a hapless sixteen year old boy today Pitamah, the Kauravas have."</span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">"Don't mince your words boy, tell me what is it?!!" thundered the Pitamah.</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <a name='more'></a><br /> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The torch-bearer nodded, "Dronacharya had arranged the armies of the Kauravas in the dreaded chakravyuh formation. He knew that only Arjun and Krishna could get into it. So they kept both Arjun and Krishna busy while the battle formations thundered into the Pandavas armies. They killed thousands of soldiers. Yudhishtra, Bheem, Nakul and Sahadev were helpless against the cunning formation. As you know well that Arjun's son Abhimanyu knew how to get into the formation but he did not know how to get out."</span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">"Did they risk the poor boy's life?" the Pitamah asked worried.</span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">"The plan the four Pandavas made was to follow Abhimanyu with their chariots and dent the formation but.. but.. Jayadrad brought his elephant column in the way and blocked the four following chariots;leaving Abhimanyu alone in the chakravyuh."</span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The Pitamah took a deep breath knowing the story that was to come.</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody> <tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdS2WnZoa-XfV0B2hUtTzTOtQ9od5obWn5fktT4llJ-TbsBJizCOhZhXzjlhWRRVZw5s4sWJRti8eTQlii0TnVxvjXgyoMFyuQ4jYj9d8jmp_tgj7yhbVWBNfpnxZrQQuSUiLjFU495KU/s1600/1898665.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdS2WnZoa-XfV0B2hUtTzTOtQ9od5obWn5fktT4llJ-TbsBJizCOhZhXzjlhWRRVZw5s4sWJRti8eTQlii0TnVxvjXgyoMFyuQ4jYj9d8jmp_tgj7yhbVWBNfpnxZrQQuSUiLjFU495KU/s320/1898665.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr> <tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.mylot.com/1898665.jpg" target="_blank">Image Source</a></td></tr> </tbody></table> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The torch-bearer continued the tale of woe, "The boy fought valiantly.....very valiantly. He began to kill soldiers in hundreds and chariots with their archers. Finally the great warriors all surrounded him. One boy in the middle of Dronacharya, Duryodhan, Dushasan, Karan, Aswathama, Kripacharya, Bhurisrava and Salya. He fought them all with everything he had. He actually had Aswathama running for his life. But in the end it was too much for him alone."</span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">"Are you sure this happened Manav? Because this breaks all codes of battle conduct. So many against one lone boy?"</span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">"Yes, I met the soldiers who saw this happen with their very own eyes." the torch-bearer confirmed.</span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Bhishma let out a muffled sound of anguish. His eyes brimming with tears. "What happened next?"</span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The torch-bearer braced himself," Then Dushasan's son took the mace and raising it in the air brought down on the head of the boy, killing him. Abhimanyu's head cracked open."</span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Bhishma let out a wail of pain and felt his old body wracking with sobs. "This is Adharma. It is deceit. This is not the Kuruvansh I stood for!"</span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">"They say that Arjun has taken an oath that if he doesn't kill Jayadrad by sundown tomorrow he will swallow fire and kill himself. So the Kaurav are happy. All they have to do is protect Jayadrad all day and then by night Arjun will die and the war is over!" the torch-bearer said putting into place the sounds of the jubilation.</span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Bhishma laughed, scornful, "Yes the war is over but it's over not for the Pandavas but for the Kauravas. They have begun a battle of deceit now and they will pay for it."</span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">"I don't understand," the torch-bearer said, confused.</span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">"Krishna, my boy, Krishna. They have angered a man who knows deceit like no other on Mother Earth. History will remember this war for Krishna's deceit but they will forget who started it and how it began. It began with the smashing of the skull of a lone, unarmed young boy. He will fight their deceit with his deceit. This has now become a battle of Krishna versus the Kauravas. They are finished, all of them. All of them."</span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">In the battle of encampment of the Pandavas Krishna stood atop a platform and looked at the glimmering fire torches of the Kauravas. He had finished crying over Abhimanyu. He whispered into the wind, "I am coming for you Duryodhan. Me and me alone."</span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The wind carried the whisper across the bloodstained battlefield and into Duryodhan's ear. The goblet of wine fell from his hand. Panic stricken he looked around but there was no around him. He could swear he heard Krishna speak into his ears.</span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <i style="background-color: white; color: #5d5d5d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: 21.56px;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">~ Borrowed from the internet</span></i></div> </div> http://mykaleidoscopicsoul.blogspot.com/2016/01/deceit.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Maverick)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724408254766539385.post-6304828401800657286Fri, 01 Jan 2016 12:30:00 +00002016-01-08T14:25:10.373+05:30Gratitudenew yearresolutions<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div> <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody> <tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVV5EhzQ_yLAYFl7obS6CmeQlsseQQYCqGcEDUeuSGUCeWN-qAtTii2U1tajQxm5R1Xy1Hjyi3pmjfOcO89qt2zlkKQPwH3dtcohyeDFW3_elROXjHH1SVB8CbSO-nKinQINq3Jm7SAD0/s1600/1005933_1195023140515314_2680930902020913134_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="276" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVV5EhzQ_yLAYFl7obS6CmeQlsseQQYCqGcEDUeuSGUCeWN-qAtTii2U1tajQxm5R1Xy1Hjyi3pmjfOcO89qt2zlkKQPwH3dtcohyeDFW3_elROXjHH1SVB8CbSO-nKinQINq3Jm7SAD0/s320/1005933_1195023140515314_2680930902020913134_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr> <tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Image Source: Internet</span></span><br /> <span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 28.5px; text-align: left;"> </span></td></tr> </tbody></table> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"> <span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 28.5px; text-align: left;">You and I have something in common. We will both have 24 hours to live every day, and another 12 months till we’re here again, on New Year’s Eve.</span></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"> <span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 28.5px; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"> <span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 28.5px; text-align: left;">We’re both going to make a choice on how we live these days. We can either choose to let our days control us, or we can choose to control our days. Somedays, it will be Murphy’s law.</span></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"> <span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 28.5px; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div> <div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> <span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 28.5px;">Anything that can go wrong will go wrong. On other’s, we’ll feel like we’re on top of the world. No matter what happens, your choices will create the state of mind and being that you experience in the present, prepare for the future, and whether you hold on to the past.</span><br /> <span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 28.5px;"></span><br /> <a name='more'></a><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 28.5px;"><br /></span> <br /> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody> <tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiitI241Y2v4cO5hR_szKvLl5_wgGU2txi0Pzur7RSfHXQBo12J5l2u9ClGOYtEnERp-Jr8MAC5QrUcbYY5GpK-016clDC1EeYyywW_r8BMQo0AEiG1pSLJYufDq4DkHxEtgwu4PvvC6mg/s1600/New-Years-Resolutions-Photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiitI241Y2v4cO5hR_szKvLl5_wgGU2txi0Pzur7RSfHXQBo12J5l2u9ClGOYtEnERp-Jr8MAC5QrUcbYY5GpK-016clDC1EeYyywW_r8BMQo0AEiG1pSLJYufDq4DkHxEtgwu4PvvC6mg/s320/New-Years-Resolutions-Photo.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr> <tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><a href="http://devbasu.com/new-years-resolutions/" target="_blank">Image Source</a></span></td></tr> </tbody></table> <span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 28.5px;">I hope you’ll join me in starting your year with the following resolutions:</span></div> <div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"> </div> <ul> <li><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 28.5px;">I vow to stay positive in the face of negativity;</span></li> <li><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 28.5px;">When I am surrounded by pessimism, I will choose optimism;</span></li> <li><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 28.5px;">When I feel fear, I will choose faith;</span></li> <li><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 28.5px;">When I want to hate, I will choose love;</span></li> <li><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 28.5px;">When I want to be bitter, I will choose to get better;</span></li> <li><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 28.5px;">When I experience a challenge, I will look for an opportunity to learn and grow;</span></li> <li><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 28.5px;">When I experience a setback, I will be resilient;</span></li> <li><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 28.5px;">When I meet failure, I will fail forward, toward future success;</span></li> <li><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 28.5px;">With vision, hope, and faith, I will never give up and will always move forward toward my destiny;</span></li> <li><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 28.5px;">I believe my best days are ahead of me, not behind me;</span></li> <li><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 28.5px;">I believe I’m here for a reason and my purpose is greater than my challenges;</span></li> <li><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 28.5px;">I believe that being positive not only makes me better, it make everyone around me better;</span></li> </ul> <br /> <div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"> <span style="line-height: 28.5px;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So today and every day I will be positive and strive to make a positive impact on the world.</span></span></div> <div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"> <span style="line-height: 28.5px;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>~Borrowed from <a href="http://devbasu.com/new-years-resolutions/" target="_blank">here</a></i></span></span></div> </div> http://mykaleidoscopicsoul.blogspot.com/2016/01/a-timeless-new-years-resolution.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Maverick)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724408254766539385.post-5345509337821280225Thu, 17 Dec 2015 13:41:00 +00002016-01-08T13:38:42.938+05:30General ReadsLife's Lessons from the Internet<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px; margin-bottom: 6px; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Things were going exactly as Srinivasan had feared, his Mother would come in from India and crush his American way of life under her strong South Indian influence. For a genetic scientist like Vasu, as Srinivasan was called by his friends, the only kind of order was disorder. So consumed he was by his research that the world and it's affairs mattered little to him. When his last girlfriend walked out on him, "Find a girl on planet Srinivasan," she had screamed as she stomped out.</span></div> <div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px; margin-bottom: 6px; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Now Vasu's Mother had taken over the administration of the planet. It irritated him, this milk at night and chywanprash every morning. "Have you been wearing the same pair of Jeans for the past three days?" Mother was beginning her morning interrogation.</span></div> <div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Vasu stared at the hot idlis in front of him, the chywanprash to follow and the wardrobe interrogation that had begun. Something snapped in his mind. "Mom I love you and I love that you come all the way from India to take care of me but plesse don't fuss over me! It irritates me! And then I cannot work!"</span></div> <div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">His Mother did not really care if Vasu was upset, "The idlis are getting cold," was her matter of fact response.</span></div> <div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">"You don't really care, do you Mom?"</span></div> <div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">"I care about you Vasu. The work you do is alright. If you don't do it, someone else will do it."</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"></span></div> <a name='more'></a><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span> <br /> <div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">"Mom, I am genetic scientist. I am working on the evolution of man. Theory of evolution, Charles Darwin, have you heard of him? " Vasu was exasperated with her unwillingness to understand. His Mother sat down next to him and smiled, "I know Darwin, Vasu. I also know that what you think he discovered was old news in India."</span></div> <div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">" Yeah sure Mom!" Vasu said with sarcasm.</span></div> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody> <tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9fLdlkSPI5SX4VlhWhTc2JKLxnaPBYexPRUHILMKR2FLeSBpyu4M1WZHkYl1B7_7pPmb6JZ1froPzPrRA5HYTH99yVUAc1uTqGPs1z9i6RF0pL-s_XONP8lvnuXZsPnTksRc5IGXeMXo/s1600/dashavatara_ten_incarnations_of_vishnu_panel_rl20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="203" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9fLdlkSPI5SX4VlhWhTc2JKLxnaPBYexPRUHILMKR2FLeSBpyu4M1WZHkYl1B7_7pPmb6JZ1froPzPrRA5HYTH99yVUAc1uTqGPs1z9i6RF0pL-s_XONP8lvnuXZsPnTksRc5IGXeMXo/s640/dashavatara_ten_incarnations_of_vishnu_panel_rl20.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr> <tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://decodehindumythology.blogspot.in/2011/09/darwins-evolution-in-dashavtar.html" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Image Source</span></a></td></tr> </tbody></table> <div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 19.32px;">"Well if you are too smart then listen to this, " his Mother countered." Have you heard of Dashavatar? The ten avatars of Vishnu?" Vasu nodded. "Then let me tell you what you and Mr. Darwin don't know. The first avatar was the Matsya avatar, it means the fish. That is because life began in the water. Is that not right?" Vasu began to listen with a little more attention.</span></div> <div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">"Then came the Kurma Avatar, which means the tortoise, cause life moved from the water to the land. The amphibian. So the Tortoise denoted the evolution from sea to land. Third was the Varaha, the wild boar, which meant the wild animals with not much intellect, you call them the Dinosaurs, correct? " Vasu nodded wide eyed.</span></div> <div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">"The fourth avatar was the Narasimha avatar, half man and half animal, the evolution from wild animals to intelligent beings. Fifth the Waman avatar, the midget or dwarf, who could grow really tall. Do you know why that is? Cause there were two kinds of humans, Homo Erectus and the Homo Sapiens and Homo Sapiens won that battle." Vasu could see that his Mother was in full flow and he was stupefied.</span></div> <div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">"The Sixth avatar was Parshuram, the man who wielded the axe, the man who was a cave and forest dweller. Angry, and not social but the seventh avatar was Ram, the first thinking social being, who laid out the laws of society and the basis of all relationships. The eight avatar was Krishna, the statesman, the politician, the lover who played the game of society and taught how to live and thrive in the social structure. The Ninth avatar, the Buddha, the man who rose from Narasimha and found man's true nature. The nature of Buddha, he identified man's final quest of enlightenment. And finally, my boy, will come Kalki, the man you are working on. The man who will be genetically supreme."</span></div> <div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Vasu looked at his Mother speechless. "This is amazing Mom, how did you.. This makes sense!"</span></div> <div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; display: inline; line-height: 19.32px; margin-top: 6px;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="line-height: 19.32px;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">"Yes it does Vasu! Now have your chywanprash! "</span></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="line-height: 19.32px;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <i style="color: #5d5d5d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: 21.56px;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">~ Borrowed from the internet</span></i></div> </div> http://mykaleidoscopicsoul.blogspot.com/2015/12/a-modern-twist-to-ancient-dashavataram.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Maverick)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724408254766539385.post-8752568512601136313Sat, 17 Oct 2015 07:44:00 +00002016-01-08T13:43:14.044+05:30General ReadsLife's Lessons from the Internet<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <div style="background-color: white; color: #666666; line-height: 16.08px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 16.08px;">A mother of a 25 year old Indian woman went to a party.</span></span><br /> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 16.08px;"><br /></span></span> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 16.08px;">She was welcomed by the host, who promptly asked her, 'We look forward to the next big event now- your daughter's wedding!', to which the mother replied, 'Why? What is so great about that?'</span></span><br /> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 16.08px;"><br /></span></span> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 16.08px;">To which the other lady replied, 'Are you not bothered? She is already 'settled' in a stable job, you should look for someone now, she should marry by the time she is 27-28 at least!'</span></span><br /> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 16.08px;"><br /></span></span> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 16.08px;">The mother, who had been asked the same question everywhere she went, took a deep breath. She replied, 'Wouldn't it be a big event if my daughter won the Pulitzer? Or if she cracked the UPSC? Or even if she received a promotion in her job and became a Manager at the young age of 27-28? Or even if she decides to live her life to the fullest and take a vacation on her own, travelling the world, wouldn't that be a big event?'</span></span><br /> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 16.08px;"><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody> <tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVkA5jqBk9xFJzrFhG8_0o44VpnXctPruF-UlmYRQtwJ5-ELpzzfID3xuuun-4vfL1vORJE1RD_PrOExDSfqKXZZcit2WHkyqh77FPfKqjZ71CuhFu-KsIDUskLL8JTlAZbrU4oC0jGUI/s1600/My-Life-My-Rules-Cloud.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVkA5jqBk9xFJzrFhG8_0o44VpnXctPruF-UlmYRQtwJ5-ELpzzfID3xuuun-4vfL1vORJE1RD_PrOExDSfqKXZZcit2WHkyqh77FPfKqjZ71CuhFu-KsIDUskLL8JTlAZbrU4oC0jGUI/s320/My-Life-My-Rules-Cloud.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr> <tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://pixhder.com/quotes+of+my+life+my+rules" target="_blank">Image Source</a><br /> <br /></td></tr> </tbody></table> </span></span><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"></span></div> <a name='more'></a><br /> <span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16.08px;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16.08px;">The other woman was stunned.</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 16.08px;"><br /></span></span> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 16.08px;">The mother was yet to finish. 'Wherever I go, it seems as if my daughter has only one function in life - to get married. It seems as if at her 'age' she should just bother about settling down. Why doesn't anyone ask me when will she freely celebrate her love? Why isn't anyone bothered about how she is doing in her job? Does she like it at her company? Whether she wants to begin a company of her own, what is the idea she has? For me, her biggest achievement is when she fulfils her dream. But, sadly, I am labeled as a bad mother when I don't 'bother' about her wedding. If she wants to marry, at whatever age it is, its a personal thing. You all are not marrying her, are you?'</span></span><br /> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 16.08px;"><br /></span></span> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 16.08px;">'My daughter has worked hard, studied harder than many men, devoted her day and night to build her career. Her male cousins who haven't done as well enough only receive leverage because they are men, and society doesn't bother about their marriage, because they are still building their career. Why should my daughter not build hers? Even if she would have been struggling, I would have told her to build her career. Because that's her right. Her choice. Her life.'</span></span><br /> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 16.08px;"><br /></span></span> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 16.08px;">'My daughter is 25, she isn't running out of time. My daughter hasn't discussed marriage with me, she will the day she wants to, even if she is 40, I wouldn't really care. Because it is her life. The day we will 'discuss people' with an equal perspective will be the day this country will move in the right direction. Till then, my daughter is pursuing her career. Please ask me about that big event in her life.'</span></span><br /> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 16.08px;"><i><br /></i></span></span> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 16.08px;"><i>~ Borrowed from the internet</i></span></span><br /> <br /></div> <div class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; display: inline; line-height: 16.08px;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> </span></div> </div> http://mykaleidoscopicsoul.blogspot.com/2015/10/my-life-my-rulez.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Maverick)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724408254766539385.post-6574278529424241064Sat, 12 Sep 2015 10:49:00 +00002016-01-12T16:11:47.852+05:30General ReadsLife's Lessons from the Internet<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <div style="background-color: white; color: #666666; line-height: 16.08px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to gi<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;">ve up. She was tired of fighting and struggling.</span></span></div> <div class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; display: inline; line-height: 16.08px;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"></span><br /> <div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It seemed that, as one problem was solved, a new one arose. Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to a boil. In the first, she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans.</span></div> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> <div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; text-align: justify;"> She let them sit and boil, without saying a word. In about twenty minutes, she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me, what do you see?"</div> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody> <tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOiGYH2ztTnGYpYslv5RpN45YzVfboi2epXMMYeQeUpIn8_1O2acOCXwuHCu1GBmfgxqKWRNfdb4ITVPIRyE0UPCMWnG_AZefBz53ZG7bvapcByaR7zM7yOYPvOjrZBDkfdDW2h-QgCbg/s1600/download+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOiGYH2ztTnGYpYslv5RpN45YzVfboi2epXMMYeQeUpIn8_1O2acOCXwuHCu1GBmfgxqKWRNfdb4ITVPIRyE0UPCMWnG_AZefBz53ZG7bvapcByaR7zM7yOYPvOjrZBDkfdDW2h-QgCbg/s1600/download+%25281%2529.jpg" /></a></td></tr> <tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://imglobal.me/blog/are-you-a-carrot-an-egg-or-a-coffee-bean.html" target="_blank">Image Source</a></td></tr> </tbody></table> <div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; text-align: justify;"> <span style="line-height: 16.08px;"></span></div> <a name='more'></a>"Carrots, eggs, and coffee," the young woman replied. The mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. She then asked her to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg. Finally, she asked her to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then asked, "What does it mean, mother?"<br /> <div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; text-align: justify;"> Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity - boiling water - but each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak.</div> <div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; text-align: justify;"> The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior. But, after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened! The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.</div> <div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; text-align: justify;"> "Which one are you?" the mother asked her daughter. "When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?" Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong but, with pain and adversity, do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength? Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit but, after a death, a breakup, or a financial hardship, does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and a hardened heart? Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavour.</div> <div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; text-align: justify;"> If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you. When the hours are the darkest and trials are their greatest, do you elevate to another level? How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?</div> <div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; text-align: justify;"> <i style="color: #5d5d5d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: 21.56px;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">~ Borrowed from the internet</span></i></div> </span></div> </div> http://mykaleidoscopicsoul.blogspot.com/2015/07/are-you-carrot-egg-or-coffee-bean.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Maverick)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724408254766539385.post-995873482013632003Wed, 12 Aug 2015 10:10:00 +00002016-01-08T15:41:04.901+05:30General ReadsLife's Lessons from the Internet<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders.</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness.</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love.</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce.</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Why?” he asked, shocked. “I am tired; there are no reasons for everything in the world!” I answered. He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times. My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who can’t even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him? And finally he asked me:” What can I do to change your mind?”</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Somebody said it right, it’s hard to change a person’s personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him. Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered : “Here is the question, if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind, Let’s say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?” He said :” I will give you your answer tomorrow….” My hopes just sank by listening to his response.</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody> <tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3RP-ZDK69vQfz5BC8wMMfqGT3bqyA7RBtypxYNyJhL43pPt1n3H8altTXwf0dGgrnlOUhxuFsYgOm2KBj4C92v-bq4_1Z1OeHkprXubozZpdGQwP_ZfblV0eErTrqB11kPk_Ee5jF4H4/s1600/he-loves-me-he-loves-me-not.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="199" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3RP-ZDK69vQfz5BC8wMMfqGT3bqyA7RBtypxYNyJhL43pPt1n3H8altTXwf0dGgrnlOUhxuFsYgOm2KBj4C92v-bq4_1Z1OeHkprXubozZpdGQwP_ZfblV0eErTrqB11kPk_Ee5jF4H4/s320/he-loves-me-he-loves-me-not.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr> <tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><a href="https://jeffcrume.wordpress.com/2015/03/12/the-dying-she-loves-me-she-loves-me-not/" target="_blank">Image Source</a><br /></span></td></tr> </tbody></table> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"></span></div> <a name='more'></a>I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes…. My dear, “I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further..” This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading.<br /> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs. You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you. You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way. You always have the cramps whenever your “good friend” approaches every month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy.</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom. You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails, and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand… and tell you the color of flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young face… Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do… I could not pick that flower yet, and die.. ”</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting… and as I continue on reading… “Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk… I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread….</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">In that moment I knew that no one will love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone. . . When you are surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement can fade away, but it doesn’t mean it ceases to exist. We forget the fact that true love lies in between the peace and the dullness.</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">That’s life, and love. Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been a model, it could be the most dull and boring form.. . flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands… and that’s our life… Love, not words win arguments…</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <br /></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <i style="background-color: white; color: #5d5d5d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: 21.56px;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">~ Borrowed from the internet</span></i></div> </div> http://mykaleidoscopicsoul.blogspot.com/2015/08/he-loves-me-he-loves-me-not.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Maverick)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724408254766539385.post-1012121178314973573Mon, 27 Jul 2015 17:49:00 +00002016-01-12T16:10:50.980+05:30Amish TripathibooksGeneral ReadsLifeLord RamNeelkanthReviewThe Scion of IkshavakuVasudevWorth a read<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <div dir="ltr"> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Reading books is was and will be the best way i can possibly spend my time. </span></div> </div> <div dir="ltr"> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> </div> <div dir="ltr"> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Now a days, reading books have had the most profound impact on me. There are some books that I am in such a hurry to finish that even after 4 - 5 readings I barely manage to remember the outline of the plot, and there are some that with just reading a parah it sets me thinking ...</span></div> </div> <div dir="ltr"> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> </div> <div dir="ltr"> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I have just started reading the latest book by Amish Tripati- The Scion of Ikshavaku which is about Lord Ram - supposedly another version of The Ramayana made reachable and readable to laymen. </span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">There are many writers of late who look like they have done a lot of research into the ancient works of Ramayana &amp; Mahabharata, but are out there just to deframe the very God they worship.</span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody> <tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTCkRwtR5JvFQumvV3hnpPLQZkebZYFSEIzpyBN6cOVB7IWUIjasZptn6hnmgVOkv0MZaHtwZV8EcsEHN0ergH0WDsuFVNU66_Yb9g0fprI2Y4t45zmUjfKud7qCvyqyG3uNrS3VY5NIA/s1600/Scion-of-Ikshvaku-%25E2%2580%2593-Modern-representation-of-the-story-of-epic-Ramayana-765x510.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTCkRwtR5JvFQumvV3hnpPLQZkebZYFSEIzpyBN6cOVB7IWUIjasZptn6hnmgVOkv0MZaHtwZV8EcsEHN0ergH0WDsuFVNU66_Yb9g0fprI2Y4t45zmUjfKud7qCvyqyG3uNrS3VY5NIA/s400/Scion-of-Ikshvaku-%25E2%2580%2593-Modern-representation-of-the-story-of-epic-Ramayana-765x510.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr> <tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.istupefy.com/2015/06/bibliophile-scion-of-ikshvaku-is-ramayana-refreshingly-tweaked/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Image Source</span></a></td></tr> </tbody></table> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"></span><br /> <a name='more'></a></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Amish Tripati's work looks a little different, at least to me. It's like a breath of fresh air among the other books of similar nature. His books are food for the brain. His role of an author is not done with just writing the book and stopping it at that. He sets your thoughts into action and makes you think about what he has written once you are done with the reading. The Shiva Triology was one such, and the Scion of Ikshavaku is another.</span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">And like always there is a passage in the book sets my thoughts into motion.</span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The passage is about a discussion between Guru Vashishta and Sri Rama about Suras (Devas) and the creation of another clan called the Asuras by Guru Shukracharya. The passage goes such:</span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>Guru Vashishta 'As it often happens, the very reason for your success, over a prolonged period of time, can lead to your downfall. Guru Shukracharya united the Asuras with the concept of 'Ekam, the One God. All who worshipped the One God were equal in His eyes.</i></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>Ram frowned. 'But that was hardly a new idea! Even the Rig Veda refer to ekam, the One Absolute. To this day we call him tge Sum of all Souls,the Parmatma. Even the followers of the feminine principle, like the Devas, believe in Ekam.</i></span><br /> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>'There is clearly a nuance, that you're missing Sudas. The Rig Veda states clearly that while Ekam is the One God, He comes to us in many forms, as many Gods, to help us grow spiritually, in the hope that we will eventually understand Him in His original form.</i></span><br /> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">With the help of Guru Vashishta, Lord Ram himself was able to understand that God is one in His true form. We just worship many manifestation of him as Jesus &amp; Allah. Even Lord Ram is a manifestation of the Supreme One.</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Why in the lord's name are we fighiting over religion then???</span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> </div> </div> http://mykaleidoscopicsoul.blogspot.com/2015/07/the-scion-of-ikshavaku.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724408254766539385.post-2316696255811347902Thu, 07 May 2015 13:13:00 +00002016-01-12T14:07:28.926+05:30General Readsshort stories<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;">With trembling hands she started to apply make up to the scars that marked her face – a gift her husband had given for their 5^th anniversary. She looked at herself in the mirror and saw empty grey eyes looking back at her with a lost look.&nbsp; Her hair was a mess, cut roughly – yet another gift by her husband. <o:p></o:p></span><br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody> <tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimGCRfK8hIM-zoiM3tHR2V384xJbHrMqqhvGAz0czhizeiAtFjMFlini1wcVVVU2nW1nFzX2aBn54MlRUTYtn9sxFkleu1KMlZDot-RrQz473EYNCXQ6ptfqKacU9KHWmr2ZjEs7_TrNw/s1600/article-2005586-02F2097D000005DC-618_468x337.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="230" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimGCRfK8hIM-zoiM3tHR2V384xJbHrMqqhvGAz0czhizeiAtFjMFlini1wcVVVU2nW1nFzX2aBn54MlRUTYtn9sxFkleu1KMlZDot-RrQz473EYNCXQ6ptfqKacU9KHWmr2ZjEs7_TrNw/s320/article-2005586-02F2097D000005DC-618_468x337.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr> <tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2005586/Lose-reflection-gain-better-perspective-Nine-women-hate-looking-mirror-happens-stop.html" target="_blank">Image Source</a></span></td></tr> </tbody></table> <span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', sans-serif;">As she applied make up absent mindedly, she drifted back into time when things were all rosy and nice.</span><br /> <span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', sans-serif;"></span><br /> <a name='more'></a></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', sans-serif;">Nisha and Kabir were the most in love couple in college. They were always seen together whether in class or outside. There were many who came and tried to grab Kabir’s attention but he had eyes only for Nisha. They graduated and Kabir joined a Radio broadcasting company as a junior RJ. Nisha moved on to do a course in professional makeup &amp; styling and later worked under a very well known photographer who did portfolios for models.&nbsp; They got married and life just seemed perfect. Although she started off with her job later than Kabir, she became an instant hit and got recognized and became famous very soon.&nbsp; Soon she was seen with famous models and celebrities.</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;">Being one of the sought after makeup and styling artist she was frequently called to all the major events in the town and she had to double up and do night shifts. That’s when the trouble started brewing.&nbsp; Kabir started having problems with her profession and wanted her to quit doing night shifts. &nbsp;<o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;">She obliged because she was crazily in love with Kabir and wanted to see him happy. She was frequently called for after work parties but she used to decline and never attended them because she wanted to get back home soon and spend as much as time possible with Kabir.<o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;">But when one of her major assignment became a hit, she couldn’t decline the invite to the party and was forced to attend it. The only solace was that she could bring Kabir along. She was appreciated for her work all through the party by both known and unknown people which made Kabir very jealous. The ride home was filled with tension and with anticipation of what the night might hold. <o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;">On reaching home Kabir was furious and started smashing things. Things just got wild when she tried to stop him and he hit her. That was the first time he had raised his hand on her. He did apologize in the morning and Nisha dismissed it as a thing done in the moment of heat.<o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;">Later when her work became hectic he wanted her to quit working altogether. Having been in the profession for a very long time, she was almost considered as a veteran and it was very difficult to quit at that point of time. When she told him that giving up on her profession was not possible he became livid with her. That’s when things started getting worse. His anger, his shouting’s was almost unbearable. His violence became a regular phenomenon.<o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;">Yesterday was their fifth wedding anniversary. He had gifted her an earrings and pendant set. She had matched it with her white dress as they had stepped out for dinner to celebrate their anniversary. They were in the middle of their dinner when an old colleague had stopped at their table to talk to her. After their brief conversation Kabir’s anger was evident and it was a downward spiral from there. On reaching home he had dragged her to their room by her hair and repeatedly hit and kicked her. When she tried to stop him and raise her voice, he became furious and covered her mouth. He tied her up and cut her hair.<o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;">As she looked below seeing her hair in tatters beneath her feet, she felt determined to get out of this and teach Kabir a lesson. She picked up the phone and called Kabir’s radio station. It was almost time for his show. She disguised her voice and spoke to Kabir who was on air – telling him about the episodes of violence and describing his anger. She had already called up the police station and informed them about Kabir’s domestic violence towards her.<o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;">Kabir, as an RJ was very sympathetic towards her and pushed her to seek help for her domestic violence. She was surprised towards his almost godly like behavior whereas at home he was a beast. When he said that men who thought violence as their right were not being manly, she decided that enough was enough. She spoke to him in her own voice and told him that he was a coward, what she had narrated was their own story and police were on the way to the studio to arrest him.<o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <br /> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;">As she put the phone down, she felt like she was breathing for the first time. The constant thought of what Kabir would think had clouded her mind, she was able to think freely now. She was free…………. a free woman!!!<o:p></o:p></span></div> </div> http://mykaleidoscopicsoul.blogspot.com/2015/05/choice.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Maverick)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724408254766539385.post-7341558229903586229Tue, 21 Apr 2015 07:14:00 +00002015-10-06T16:14:44.780+05:30ContemplationsDepressionLonelinessrandom thoughts<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <div class="MsoNormal"> <span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It’s been 4 years since the world cup and 4 years since I’ve last posted on this blog (except for the one off blog entry on 'The Immortals of Meluha'). 4 year has been quite a long time to go on a hiatus.<o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But 4 years is definitely a long time for copious changes to happen in one’s life. From being Ms. to Mrs., from being in HR to becoming a part of an instructional designing team, from being Mrs. to almost taking the next step of becoming a mom but losing it mid way and from being employed to becoming unemployed. Numerous changes, numerous emotions, numerous gains and numerous pains. That just sums up my life for the last 4 years. <o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Over the course of these past 4 years life has been a constant teacher. It has allowed me to make mistakes, corrected me when needed, made me restless when my goals haven’t been achieved, given me the satisfaction and the much needed rest when I have been able to reach the next milestone in my life, given me the opportunity to be at my happiest best and made me grieve over what’s lost.<o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I met my special somebody, my future family whom I’ve come to believe as my own, made new friends, made new connections that last me a life time, met new people and carried on with life.<o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The past years has shown me both ups and downs, shown me my best and my worst, shown me who’s mine and who isn’t. I’ve lived every minute, every second of these past years. I’ve enjoyed my life for whatever it is during these years. I only hope that the future years have something good stored in them. Something memorable, something that makes life worth living!<span style="font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div> </div> http://mykaleidoscopicsoul.blogspot.com/2015/04/back-with-hopefully-bang.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724408254766539385.post-3271078591154066327Mon, 03 Jun 2013 15:39:00 +00002016-01-08T13:01:03.904+05:30Amish TripathibooksContemplationsNeelkanthThe Immortals of MeluhaVasudevWorth a read<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <div class="MsoNormal"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">After a really really long time, I read a book that was gripping enough to keep me at the edge of my seat as I turned each page.<o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">Although it was released almost a year and half back, I got to know about it only after one of my colleagues kept raving that it was the book that couldn’t be put down until it was finished. She claimed it was the next ‘Harry Potter series’ only to be written by an Indian author. Now being a hardcore Harry Potter fan, I found it a little unsettling, but nevertheless thought it was a shot worth trying.<o:p></o:p></span><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody> <tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6oJ9U0Tk20sAN6T469jZLPaG-2Rrj0ojWYnETYJWN58KtNwedTNp8XwuJMyd9nbbBi5RI8yvxPY1kZIATgGZUk3oDGw2PuHaHFonVDtOD5T-H8fX4UDfLCczXMxzlGpAiWzpi4fwyqjg/s1600/Meluha_-_Copy2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6oJ9U0Tk20sAN6T469jZLPaG-2Rrj0ojWYnETYJWN58KtNwedTNp8XwuJMyd9nbbBi5RI8yvxPY1kZIATgGZUk3oDGw2PuHaHFonVDtOD5T-H8fX4UDfLCczXMxzlGpAiWzpi4fwyqjg/s320/Meluha_-_Copy2.jpg" width="311" /></a></td></tr> <tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><a href="http://economydecoded.com/2013/03/destroyer-of-evil-today-on-this.html?_escaped_fragment_=" target="_blank">Image Source</a></span></td></tr> </tbody></table> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">After much an await, I finally laid my hand on – ‘The immortals of Meluha’ – the first of the ‘Shiva Trilogy’ written by yet another IIM pass out. Now, don’t get me wrong.&nbsp; I have nothing against the IIM’s guys.&nbsp; But most of the IIM pass-outs who have turned out to become writers have ventured into the already trodden path of - college life, rich dads, poor girl friends, sex, inter-religion/inter-caste marriage, starting their own business and the likes of it. And I thought this guy was no different.</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">But, for a change, Amish’s writing turned out to be different. His writing was a journey of a lesser known tribesman to become one of the greatest Gods known to the mankind – that of Shiva, Neelkanth or Mahadev as he comes to be identified as! Not only had he done his homework on the subject, but he transcended them into such easy flowing words – that it was impossible to put the book down! The book is definitely a page turner!<o:p></o:p></span><br /> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"></span><br /> <a name='more'></a><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">Of late reading books just for pleasure has become a passé for me! Unknowingly I seem to be picking up some kind of learning from there; something that sets my thoughts in motion; something that lingers on my mind for quite some time. And the same happened when I read ‘The Immortals of Meluha.’<o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">Just like we mortals get confused when faced with a dilemma, the Neelkanth also faced a similar situation. Not to forget, this is the journey of Shiva to become Mahadev. No doubt he will face more such situations. But this particular situation describes the unfairness rendered out to a particular section of society. He is shown the path by a follower of the Vasudev. The explanation he provides stands true even to this day. I only hope another follower of the Vasudev emerges in this Yug to shown the path of righteousness to our political leaders as well who seem to have forgotten their mankind and head back to the roots of becoming animals! <o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">What the pandit says is thus: ‘What any society needs, o Neelkanth is, flexibility with stability.&nbsp; Why would you need flexibility? Because every single person has different dreams and capabilities. The birth son of a warrior could have the talent to become a great businessman. Then society needs to be flexible enough to allow this son to change his vocation from his father’s profession. Flexibility in a society allows change, so that all its members have the space to discover their true selves and grow to their potential. And if every person in a society achieves his true potential, society as whole also achieves its true potential.’<o:p></o:p></span></i></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></i></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">‘But this is about flexibility. What about stability?’<o:p></o:p></span></i></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></i></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">‘Stability allows a person the freedom of choice, my friend. People can pursue their dreams only when they are living in a society where survival is not a daily threat. In a society without security and stability, there are no intellectuals or businessmen or artists or geniuses. Man is constantly in fight or flight mode.&nbsp; Nothing better than an animal. Where is the chance then to allow ideas to be nurtured or dreams to be pursued? This is the way all humans were before we formed societies. Civilization is very fragile. All it takes is a few decades of chaos for us to forget humanity and turn into animals. Our base natures can take over very fast. We can forget that we are sentient beings, with laws and codes and ethics.’<o:p></o:p></span></i></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></i></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">‘All right. But why would letting people achieve their potential cause instability? In fact, it should make people happier with their lives and hence society would become increasingly steady.’<o:p></o:p></span></i></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></i></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">‘True, but only partially. People are happy when they change lives for the better. But there are two situations in which change can lead to chaos. First, when people face a change by others, situations that they cannot understand. This scared them almost as the fear of death. When change happens too fast, they resist it.’<o:p></o:p></span></i></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></i></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">‘The second is when people cannot make the transition they want to improve their lives for reasons beyond their control. Many such discontented people can become a threat to society as a whole?’<o:p></o:p></span></i></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></i></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">‘Their combined rage can lead to unrest, even violence.’<o:p></o:p></span></i></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></i></div> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span> <br /> <div class="MsoNormal"> <span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The Vasudev was able to predict the future on the turmoil a birth based caste system would create on the society. He was able to predict what is happening in the society today. What he wasn’t able to predict was how our political and religious leaders would take advantage of the unrest in the society because of the caste system. Given the way people are blindly following these religious and political leaders, there is little hope that people themselves will realize what is wrong with the society and how it is affecting them personally. I only hope another Vasudev comes to guide us!</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div> </div> </div> http://mykaleidoscopicsoul.blogspot.com/2013/06/after-really-reallylong-time-i-read.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724408254766539385.post-7798934874586184611Tue, 01 Mar 2011 03:51:00 +00002016-01-08T12:37:54.980+05:30random thoughtssolitude<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <span xmlns=""> </span><br /> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span xmlns=""><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">The month of March is here. It's the month of colours (Holi), the month of Woman's day and how can I forget……. It's the month of exams.</span></span><br /> <span xmlns=""><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"><br /></span></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span xmlns=""><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I remember slogging my *** off in school during the month of March. Coz that was the month when I finally woke up, realized the enormous amount of lessons I had to study, panic on whether I would be able to finish them before the exams begun, set into an absolutely biologically impossible rhythm trying to finish off the enormous portions in an absolutely limited time frame and finally bow down to the powers of almighty to have me scrap through the exams with a decent percentage which would give me the courage to stand before my teachers &amp; parents when I went to collect my marks card.</span></span><br /> <span xmlns=""><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"><br /></span></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span xmlns=""><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">High School was particularly difficult for me for the simple reason that I choose to have my first language as English when compared to the horror of having to choose Sanskrit. I prefer to be bred as a decent English lady than being bred as a Sanskrit pundit wherein I wouldn't be using the language for any other reason than to get good grades during the 3 years of my high school.</span></span><br /> <span xmlns=""><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"><br /></span></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span xmlns=""><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">So obviously the language of English was accompanied by its entire clan of phonetics, sentence formation, correct usage of words and dissecting the sentences into simple &amp; complex sentences. Not to mention that the Subject itself was split up into Literature, grammar &amp; poetry. How did I manage to get through those 3 years of absolute drudgery??? I still wonder about it sometimes!</span></span><br /> <span xmlns=""><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"><br /></span></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span xmlns=""><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">As much as I hated doing all the boring work in the subject, what particularly interested me was the part of poetry. I loved 'The Daffodils' by William Wordsworth.</span></span></div> <br /> <a name='more'></a><br /><br /> <br /> <div style="margin-left: 36pt;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div> <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I WANDER'D lonely as a cloud<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody> <tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1-RyH6dWfaDGL55Zi2ukGf1EGvAXgp8Pg5uVs5wRLouW270LdD_IgocUq0s9VamGwox58vT8fNzYHBNhutqKuwg90wj5iBAIBYlP2yp-M_0kygU6E4Ru6sGQrTX39eMYdP3uI4rlu8Wo/s1600/6d448482bde83ab29c6475da4ce5cd79.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1-RyH6dWfaDGL55Zi2ukGf1EGvAXgp8Pg5uVs5wRLouW270LdD_IgocUq0s9VamGwox58vT8fNzYHBNhutqKuwg90wj5iBAIBYlP2yp-M_0kygU6E4Ru6sGQrTX39eMYdP3uI4rlu8Wo/s320/6d448482bde83ab29c6475da4ce5cd79.jpg" width="213" /></a></td></tr> <tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.pinterest.com/pin/403072235369671112/" target="_blank">Image Source</a></td></tr> </tbody></table> <br />That floats on high o'er vales and hills,<br />When all at once I saw a crowd,<br />A host, of golden daffodils;<br />Beside the lake, beneath the trees,<br />Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.<br />Continuous as the stars that shine<br />And twinkle on the Milky Way,<br />They stretch'd in never-ending line<br />Along the margin of a bay:<br />Ten thousand saw I at a glance,<br />Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. </span></div> <div style="margin-left: 36pt;"> <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">The waves beside them danced; but they<br />Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:<br />A poet could not but be gay,<br />In such a jocund company:<br />I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought<br />What wealth the show to me had brought: </span></div> <div style="margin-left: 36pt;"> <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">For oft, when on my couch I lie<br />In vacant or in pensive mood,<br />They flash upon that inward eye<br />Which is the bliss of solitude;<br />And then my heart with pleasure fills,<br />And dances with the daffodils. </span><span xmlns=""></span><br /> <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">The poem is written so beautifully that each time I read it I went into a trace-like state where I could feel the summer breeze, smell the rich aroma of the woods, and feel myself drifting through a meadow filled with golden daffodils.</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Wordsworth's Daffodils has been my favorite poem ever since. And each time I read it, it recreates the magic for me.</span></div> </div> http://mykaleidoscopicsoul.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-of-daffodils.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Maverick)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724408254766539385.post-4275958001455757906Thu, 17 Feb 2011 06:55:00 +00002016-01-08T12:37:23.364+05:30Life's Lessons from the Internet<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVnY3ffROQ084wEYNGETfpZLbPPMP_dM83zJh9OzSl4zrkArtc5A92ejtr1YQBu5stFhKNVWAwTQfYfiJJYvmCQD1i23bVIxYsjN1w3ARseeK9XqTscJFQjH8IQfX5dwVK8EeUk7etYhA/s1600/The_Best_and_Most_Peaceful_Religion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVnY3ffROQ084wEYNGETfpZLbPPMP_dM83zJh9OzSl4zrkArtc5A92ejtr1YQBu5stFhKNVWAwTQfYfiJJYvmCQD1i23bVIxYsjN1w3ARseeK9XqTscJFQjH8IQfX5dwVK8EeUk7etYhA/s320/The_Best_and_Most_Peaceful_Religion.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">A brief dialogue between a Brazilian theologist Leonardo Boff and the Dalai Lama.</span></div> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: justify;"> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> In a round table discussion about religion and freedom in which Dalai Lama and myself (Leonardo Boff) were participating at recess, I maliciously and also with interest asked him: “Your holiness what is the best religion?”</div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> I thought he would say “The Tibetan Buddhism” or “The oriental religions, much older than Christianity.”</div> </span><br /> <div> <br /> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The Dalai Lama paused, smiled and looked me in the eyes which surprised me because I knew of the malice contained in my question. He answered “The best religion is that one that gets your closer to God. It is the one that makes you a better person.”&nbsp;</span></div> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: justify;"> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> To get out of my embarrassment with such a wise answer, I asked: What is that makes me better?”</div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> He responded “Whatever makes you more compassionate, more sensible, more detached, more loving, more humanitarian, more responsive, and more ethical. The religion that will do that for you is the best religion”.</div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> I was silent for a moment marveling and even today thinking of his wise and irrefutable reply. “I am not interested, my friend about your religion, or if you are religious or not. What really is important to me is your behavior in front of your peers, family, work commitment and in front of the world. Remember the universe is the echo of our actions and our thoughts.” “The law of action and reaction is not exclusively for physics. It is also of human relations. If I act with goodness, I will receive goodness. If I act with evil, I will get evil.”</div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> “What our grand-parents told us is the pure truth. You will always have what your desire for others. Being happy is not a matter of desire. It is a matter of options.”</div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> Finally, he said: “Take care of your Thoughts because they become your Words. Take care of your Words because they become your Actions. Take care of your Actions because they become your Habits. Take care of your Habits because they become your Character. Take care of your Character because they become your Destiny and your Destiny will be your Life and “There is no religion higher than Truth.”</div> </span></div> <div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> </div> <div style="text-align: right;"> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">~ Borrowed from the internet</span></i></div> </div> </div> http://mykaleidoscopicsoul.blogspot.com/2015/10/the-best-religion.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724408254766539385.post-5802534584194949590Fri, 04 Feb 2011 06:21:00 +00002016-01-08T12:34:13.234+05:30Contemplationscrazy lifeLifeLonelinessrandom thoughts<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <span xmlns=""> </span><br /> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span xmlns=""><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It's strange how life turns around when you are least expecting it. </span></span><br /> <span xmlns=""><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span xmlns=""><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">2008 - 2010 has been extremely taxing on me, in terms of personal life, relationships, professional life and in terms of maintaining my sanity as a person, as an individual. I always had this thoughts that I was bound with shackles which was making it very difficult for me to think, strategize and come out with a solution. It was like I was on the brink of insanity and many of my previous posts have reflected this.</span></span><br /> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span xmlns=""><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"></span></span><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <span xmlns=""><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"></span></span></div> <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody> <tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLQPHVY_qHHdt3j5FWWI1fhNRkh4zKBRVdRt5ZBkIJD-pniM8SFXi7RsNFMPZwZe_xGOz4LL17Pf7jq8qWA85ibLZezXQC5r4tyn7V8wi6MKkIXMEC0xUCMuZbMwPH4zwS_KP99MOqFTU/s1600/full-circle-300x199.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLQPHVY_qHHdt3j5FWWI1fhNRkh4zKBRVdRt5ZBkIJD-pniM8SFXi7RsNFMPZwZe_xGOz4LL17Pf7jq8qWA85ibLZezXQC5r4tyn7V8wi6MKkIXMEC0xUCMuZbMwPH4zwS_KP99MOqFTU/s1600/full-circle-300x199.jpg" /></a></td></tr> <tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.revelationtv.com/rnews/entry/full-circle" target="_blank">Image Source</a></span></td></tr> </tbody></table> <br /> <span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The last 2 years, I've realized emotions which I've never expected, experienced frustration at its peak, desperation clawing in me and depression killing me from inside. But if there's something that I must be proud about in these 2 years, it is the ability of having grown as a person internally and individually. The ability of having to withstand negative emotions without reacting to it. The ability of being indifferent towards people and towards circumstances which I no longer cared about. The ability of controlling my anger towards people and towards circumstances.</span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span xmlns=""><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;" xmlns="">Just when I had given up hopes of a brighter tomorrow, the sun shone with its glorious rays encapsulating me with a warm glow of contentment from within.</span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Delays are not denials - I had read this as somebody's status message on gtalk a couple of days ago. When i had read the message, I was filled with rage. Because for me, delays have always turned out to be denials. </span><br /> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">But then I also do believe in the adage of a silver lining for every dark cloud. And Trust me; I believe this now more than ever. <em></em></span><br /> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><em>It's strange how life turns a full circle when you are least expecting it.</em></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"><br /></span></div> </div> http://mykaleidoscopicsoul.blogspot.com/2011/03/full-circle.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Maverick)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724408254766539385.post-1229957992234845705Sun, 07 Nov 2010 07:03:00 +00002016-01-08T12:28:25.558+05:30ContemplationsDepressionGeneral ReadsLife's Lessons from the InternetLonelinessrandom thoughts<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody> <tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6hRctDI0zW8AAtg6EmIRvmxDSqWuGKWDi_67LsfSFyFf0JuENa3g8oVMPVFh1wtbmJYNAYeLLz9q3Jy-M4njN-GpXjSZ0HoUNhyphenhyphenn7h9ri67bcpwBUJTm6dKwoFV6ymIRSrJZS67V132U/s1600/EvacMosul011005%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6hRctDI0zW8AAtg6EmIRvmxDSqWuGKWDi_67LsfSFyFf0JuENa3g8oVMPVFh1wtbmJYNAYeLLz9q3Jy-M4njN-GpXjSZ0HoUNhyphenhyphenn7h9ri67bcpwBUJTm6dKwoFV6ymIRSrJZS67V132U/s400/EvacMosul011005%255B1%255D.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr> <tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><a href="http://iraqimages.blogspot.in/2005/03/us-soldiers.html" target="_blank">Add caption</a></span></td></tr> </tbody></table> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam. He called his parents from San Francisco.<br /> <br /> "Mom and Dad, I'm coming home, but I've a favor to ask. I have a friend I'd like to bring home with me."<br /> <br /> "Sure," they replied, "we'd love to meet him."<br /> <br /> "There's something you should know the son continued, "he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mind and lost an arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us."<br /><br />"I'm sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live."<br /> <br /> "No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us."<br /> </span><br /> <a name='more'></a><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /> "Son," said the father, "you don't know what you're asking. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We have our own lives to live, and we can't let something like this interfere with our lives. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. He'll find a way to live on his own."<br /> <br /> At that point, the son hung up the phone. The parents heard nothing more from him. A few days later, however, they received a call from the San Francisco police. Their son had died after falling from a building, they were told. The police believed it was suicide. The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identify the body of their son. They recognized him, but to their horror they also discovered something they didn't know, their son had only one arm and one leg.<br /> <br /> The parents in this story are like many of us. We find it easy to love those who are good-looking or fun to have around, but we don't like people who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. We would rather stay away from people who aren't as healthy, beautiful, or smart as we are. Thankfully, there's someone who won't treat us that way. Someone who loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into the forever family, regardless of how messed up we are.<br /><br />ANYWAY<br /><br />People are unreasonable, illogical and self-centered. Love them anyway.<br /> If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish ulterior motives. Do good anyway.<br /> If you are successful, you win false friends and true enemies. Succeed anyway.<br /> The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow. Do good anyway.<br /><br />Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable. Be honest and frank anyway.<br /> People favour underdogs but follow only top dogs. Fight for some underdogs anyway.<br /> What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight. Build anyway.<br /> People really need help but may attack you if you help them. Help people anyway.<br /> Give the world the best you have and you’ll get kicked in the teeth.<br /> Give the world the best you’ve got anyway.</span><br /> <div> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: right;"> <i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">~ Borrowed from the internet</span></i></div> </div> http://mykaleidoscopicsoul.blogspot.com/2012/11/unconditional-love.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724408254766539385.post-58683961827120548Fri, 23 Jul 2010 06:48:00 +00002016-01-08T12:25:33.050+05:30ContemplationsFriendsGeneral ReadsLife's Lessons from the InternetLifetimerandom thoughtsReasonSeason<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <div class="MsoNormal"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div> <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody> <tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZIeM3Gc8qy1E6WN-iQwmN0rC87PlIFZDKyROYZ9COeVQ-KwziwWgln4wyzDbipBeTKnSh57V4QBOyH39T5Q0hJQXoLxQMW8l29pNjZWo3uuazsB04MIeXNWdpnORtiUvNE8-1VUDTUEw/s1600/image001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="221" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZIeM3Gc8qy1E6WN-iQwmN0rC87PlIFZDKyROYZ9COeVQ-KwziwWgln4wyzDbipBeTKnSh57V4QBOyH39T5Q0hJQXoLxQMW8l29pNjZWo3uuazsB04MIeXNWdpnORtiUvNE8-1VUDTUEw/s400/image001.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr> <tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><a href="http://wallbasehq.com/13573-lifesad-wallpapers-wallpaper/" target="_blank">Image Source</a></span></td></tr> </tbody></table> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"> <br /></div> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">People come into your life for a reason, a season, or&nbsp;</span></span><span class="apple-style-span">a lifetime. When you figure out which one it is, you&nbsp;</span><span class="apple-style-span">will know what to do for each person.</span></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span">When someone is in your life for a REASON . . . It is&nbsp;</span><span class="apple-style-span">usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have&nbsp;</span><span class="apple-style-span">come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you&nbsp;</span><span class="apple-style-span">with guidance and support, to aid you physically,&nbsp;</span><span class="apple-style-span">emotionally, or spiritually. They may seem like a&nbsp;</span><span class="apple-style-span">godsend, and they are! They are there for the reason&nbsp;</span><span class="apple-style-span">you need them to be.</span></span></div> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"> </span> </span><br /> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <span class="apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; text-align: justify;">Then, without any wrong doing on your part, or at an&nbsp;</span><span class="apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; text-align: justify;">inconvenient time, this person will say or do something&nbsp;</span><span class="apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; text-align: justify;">to bring the relationship to an end.</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"> </span> </span><br /> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; text-align: justify;">Sometimes they die.</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"> </span> <span class="apple-style-span"></span></span><br /> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Sometimes they walk away.</span></div> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"> </span> <span class="apple-style-span"></span></span><br /> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand.</span></div> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"> </span> </span><br /> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <span class="apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; text-align: justify;">What we must realise is that our need has been met, our&nbsp;</span><span class="apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; text-align: justify;">desire fulfilled, their work is done. The prayer you&nbsp;</span><span class="apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; text-align: justify;">sent up has been answered. And now it is time to move on.</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"> </span> </span><br /> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> <span class="apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; text-align: justify;">When people come into your life for a SEASON . . .&nbsp;</span><span class="apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; text-align: justify;">Because your turn has come to share, grow, or learn.&nbsp;</span><span class="apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; text-align: justify;">They bring you an experience of peace, or make you laugh.&nbsp;</span><span class="apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; text-align: justify;">They may teach you something you have never done.&nbsp;</span><span class="apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; text-align: justify;">They usually give you an unbelievable amount&nbsp;</span><span class="apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; text-align: justify;">of joy. Believe it! It is real! But, only for a season.</span><br /> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"> </span> </span><br /> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span">LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons; things&nbsp;</span><span class="apple-style-span">you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional&nbsp;</span><span class="apple-style-span">foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the&nbsp;</span><span class="apple-style-span">person, and put what you have learned to use in all&nbsp;</span><span class="apple-style-span">other relationships and areas of your life. It is said&nbsp;</span><span class="apple-style-span">that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.</span><span class="apple-converted-space">&nbsp;</span></span><br /> <span class="apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="apple-converted-space"><br /></span></span> <br /> <div style="text-align: right;"> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">~ Borrowed from the internet</span></i></div> </div> </div> <span class="apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> </span></div> http://mykaleidoscopicsoul.blogspot.com/2012/10/a-reason-season-or-lifetime.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724408254766539385.post-6003177272064041140Sat, 12 Jun 2010 06:58:00 +00002016-01-08T12:25:06.794+05:30AlexanderContemplationsGeneral ReadsLife's Lessons from the InternetLifetimeLonelinessrandom thoughts<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody> <tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcYY-DARnfRfwkJwKs6jMAlwpp9vGfifZTaMs7ybmLLgZmlQJ6CjO5JUf63JuXuyGfECNJZUj3e3eujmwqS2Y2iQEul8C0PicRxus94x7qvOSimfR05X_VFvpzx9Kwru6SXGaLvOm-0l8/s1600/alexander_the_great_by_vestermk-d4ieilx.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="208" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcYY-DARnfRfwkJwKs6jMAlwpp9vGfifZTaMs7ybmLLgZmlQJ6CjO5JUf63JuXuyGfECNJZUj3e3eujmwqS2Y2iQEul8C0PicRxus94x7qvOSimfR05X_VFvpzx9Kwru6SXGaLvOm-0l8/s400/alexander_the_great_by_vestermk-d4ieilx.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr> <tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><a href="http://wallpaper222.com/explore/alexander-the-great-wallpaper/" target="_blank">Image Source</a></span></td></tr> </tbody></table> <br /> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The great Greek king, Alexander, after conquering many kingdoms, was returning home. On the way, he fell ill and he was bedridden for months. With death drawing close, Alexander realized how his conquests, his great army, his sharp sword and all his wealth were of no use.</span></div> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: justify;"> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> He called his generals and said, “I will depart from this world soon. But I have three wishes. Please fulfill my wishes without fail.” With tears flowing down their cheeks, the generals agreed to abide by their king’s last wishes.</div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> “My first desire is that,” said Alexander, “my physicians alone must carry my coffin. Secondly, when my coffin is being carried to the grave, the path leading to the graveyard should be strewn with gold, silver and precious stones which I have collected in my treasury. My third and last wish is that both my hands should be kept dangling out of my coffin.” The people who had gathered there wondered at the king’s strange wishes. But no one dared to question. Alexander’s favorite general kissed his hand and pressed them to his heart. “O king, we assure you that your wishes will all be fulfilled. But tell us why do you make such strange wishes?</div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> At this Alexander took a deep breath and said, “I would like the world to know of the three lessons I have just learnt.</div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> I want my physicians to carry my coffin because people should realize that no doctor can really cure anybody. They are powerless and cannot save a person from the clutches of death. So let not people take life for granted.</div> </span><br /> <div> <br /> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The second wish of strewing gold, silver and other riches on the way to the graveyard is to tell people that not even a fraction of gold can be taken by me. Let people realize that it is a sheer waste of time to chase wealth.</span></div> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: justify;"> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> And about my third wish of having my hands dangling out of the coffin, I want people to know that I came empty handed into this world and empty handed I go out of this world.”</div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> Alexander’s last words: “Bury my body, do not build any monument, keep my hands outside so that the world knows the person who won the world had nothing in his hands when dying.”</div> </span></div> <div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div> </div> <div style="text-align: right;"> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">~ Borrowed from the internet</span></i></div> </div> </div> http://mykaleidoscopicsoul.blogspot.com/2013/10/the-great-greek-king-alexander.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724408254766539385.post-2567322913535642329Mon, 10 May 2010 04:50:00 +00002016-01-08T12:24:01.565+05:30random thoughtsshort stories<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><b>* Dedicated to every student who has failed in the board exams but has had the spirit to fight back and emerge as a winner!</b></span></span></i><br /> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><b><br /></b></span></span></i></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">She sat on the bed with the bottle in her hand, tears flowing down her cheeks. She dint remember for how long she was crying. She didn’t even attempt to stop the tears from flowing or to wipe them from her cheeks. </span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Her bedroom was a total mess. There were papers, clothes and other personal articles strewn everywhere. Her question paper was lying in tatters on the floor. She was still trying to come out of the shock of what happened. How could she do something so stupid like this?</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Sanjana was in her 12</span>^{<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">th</span>}<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"> standard. She had taken Science as her specialization. Although she was handling all her subjects well she faced difficulty with Physics. So she had been extremely careful when she was preparing of her board exams. She had paid particular attention in studying the subject, referring previous year’s papers, textbooks and notes. She had made sure she had prepared well.</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">But as she sat down in the exams hall she started feeling nervous. When the exam paper was handed over to her, she had one look at it and she started sweating nervously. She felt a little faint and completely blanked out. It was then she realized what would be in store for her. Tears started to well up in her eyes. She knew she would never pass in the exam. In spite of it, she wrote what she knew. But that was not what she wanted or expected out of herself.</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"></span><br /> <a name='more'></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">As she came out of the hall, she dint stop to meet her friends or to discuss the paper. She wanted to be left alone. She roamed around the streets. She dint want to go home and face her parents. She dint have the guts to disappoint them. She dint know for how long she was roaming. It was only when it became dark, did she realize that she was late.</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Nobody was there when she reached home. She was relieved. She dint have the guts to face her parents for what had happened. She knew what she must do. She went to the bathroom and got the bottle out. She took it to her room and locked the door.</span><br /> <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody> <tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS51eZd2QaQd1VhDGybfu1V8dtzjwOYn6OsCCOqTVouLnDxdB6H6E6sTNJ2PH5NEx11iVwzrDt9Ll68XojG3nY8kjqTRbCPPS8_K9FiWk_45tK-zIlzILc5AJ_rE-zwZ9xK9rQ3z3bzWE/s1600/2120931169_19177415c2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS51eZd2QaQd1VhDGybfu1V8dtzjwOYn6OsCCOqTVouLnDxdB6H6E6sTNJ2PH5NEx11iVwzrDt9Ll68XojG3nY8kjqTRbCPPS8_K9FiWk_45tK-zIlzILc5AJ_rE-zwZ9xK9rQ3z3bzWE/s400/2120931169_19177415c2.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr> <tr><td class="tr-caption"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><a href="http://digital-photography-school.com/13-fabulous-photos-of-a-rainy-day" target="_blank">Image Source</a></span><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 12.8px; text-align: justify;"><br /></span></span></div> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> </span><br /> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: small;">She remembered what had happened in the exam hall and tears started flowing down her cheeks. She dint have the guts to tell her parents that she had disappointed them and messed up with her future. She had the bottle of rat poison in her hands. Just as she was about to gulp it down, she heard the calling bell ring. Although she was in no mood to talk to anybody, she dint know what overcame her and she answered the door.</span></div> </td></tr> </tbody></table> </div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Answering the door made a world of difference to her life. It was her best friend who had come just to say that she was missing her. Sanjana couldn’t handle it anymore and broke down before her friend. On questioning she explained everything to her friend. Her friend consoled her and gave her hope of a brighter tomorrow. She said that it was not the end of the world. And no matter what happened, people would always love her for what she is.</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">That conversation with her friends gave new hopes to Sanjana. She felt she had got a new pair of wings to soar up in the sky and reach up to her dreams. She was determined to approach her life in a positive way. Her friend guaranteed to support her and stand by her in all her endeavors. Those words of assurance offered a hope for a brighter tomorrow for Sanjana after which there was no looking back for her.</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">(PS: Exaggerated; but taken from life)</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Board exams are very pressurizing situations given the competition now a days. What one must be able to realize is failure is not the end. It’s just the addition of another step towards your success. Children may not be able to realize it then. But if they have the support of family and friends no failure would be difficult for them to face.</span></b></span></i><br /> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><br /></span></b></span></i></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">I was lucky enough to have the support of my uncle (NRVK), my cousin (SVR) and my biology sir (MRF) to support me especially during the tough times. These are some people whose support can never be forgotten. It definitely made a world of a difference to me.</span></b></span></i><br /> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><br /></span></b></span></i></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">See if you can do the same to somebody else. Who knows? Like Sanjana’s friend you may pull them back from committing suicide and give them hope of a brighter tomorrow. </span></b></span></i></div> </div> http://mykaleidoscopicsoul.blogspot.com/2010/05/hope-of-brighter-tomorrow.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Maverick)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724408254766539385.post-2209598701434840256Mon, 03 May 2010 11:11:00 +00002016-01-08T12:22:52.075+05:30random thoughtsshort stories<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody> <tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg95XhtBSl6M-ORffQ5jDV3pN_pQdmgp21467CQOUlMguv4deIeP8kr2QiBajieAT9iEIcQSxgPKiOe-jLMvHf_hl2GkVM72TIorlB-ZkgiqJM9MdKkyNyO5mre8e5KL3D6VvgdTfwSdg/s1600/Rain-Walk-520x390.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg95XhtBSl6M-ORffQ5jDV3pN_pQdmgp21467CQOUlMguv4deIeP8kr2QiBajieAT9iEIcQSxgPKiOe-jLMvHf_hl2GkVM72TIorlB-ZkgiqJM9MdKkyNyO5mre8e5KL3D6VvgdTfwSdg/s320/Rain-Walk-520x390.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr> <tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><a href="http://cssdive.com/freebies/refreshing-rain-desktop-wallpapers/" target="_blank">Image Source</a></span></td></tr> </tbody></table> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <br /></div> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">After almost a year, she had stepped out of the house today. It was a year and it almost seemed like yesterday.</span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Pranav had been extremely busy with his new business venture of late and had taken extra strain and stress on himself. She had complained to him often about it but he just wouldn’t stop. He was extremely passionate about his business venture. She would often find him logged on to his computer late at night designing proposals for clients. And when there was a long weekend ahead for them, it seemed like a welcome break for her and Pranav to catch up. Pranav was still trying to master the art of driving, but he had coaxed her into taking their car for their weekend get away. It was their first out of town drive in their brand new car. Those 3 days were blissfully spent in a wonderful resort. Having their daughter with them was like an added bonus. She got more time to spend with Pranav and she was very happy about it.</span><br /> <a name='more'></a></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">The drive back was a little strenuous for Pranav because it had started to drizzle lightly and they had left right after a heavy lunch. She had warned Pranav to be a bit cautious while driving and he was driving slowly as well. But the heavy lunch took a toll on Pranav and his eyes closed for a fraction of a second at the steering wheel. Unknowingly he stepped on the accelerator and the car steered out of control. She tried to take control of the steering wheel but the impact was such that she was thrown out of the car. The car steered to the opposite side of the road and was smashed into pieces by a passing lorry right before her eyes. She went into a state of shock. The wailing sirens of the ambulance, police jeep, visit to the police station, hospital mortuary nothing was registered in her mind. All she could remember was her daughter’s face through the window yelling out at her.</span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">She tried invariably to get that thought out of her mind. She shut herself completely from the outside world. She stopped taking calls from her well wishers, friends, and relatives. She had even come to the extent of ignoring calls from her own parents. She was hurt and no words anybody could say would lessen the deep scare that was left on her heart a year ago. She even changed her city because she dint want people dropping in to her house and sympathizing with her. Yet she was not able to bear the grief and pain that came from within. She was in a state of depression. She had thoughts insider her head which she couldn’t share with anybody. The anguish she had felt in the last few months was something which she couldn’t explain but they tore her heart from within.</span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">With great difficulty she had got dressed that day and stepped out of the house to buy groceries. The strong sunlight pricked her eyes as she has spent the last few months in darkness. As she was walking back from the nearby market, she passed a compound with high walls. She could hear children yelling from inside and it reminded her of her daughter. She tried to stop the tears that were welling up inside her eyes. She heard children enjoying. She heard them giggling and laughing, but there was one distinct giggle which stood out for the rest. She couldn’t help from being drawn towards the gate. As she stepped inside, she saw her………………She had the same beautiful light brown eyes, the same smile and the same dimple like her daughter! She was taken completely by surprise by such a sight! She dint know for how much time she had stood there staring at the girl, seeing her giggle, laugh and play with her friends. She wanted to hug the child and kiss her. She tried calling out to the girl, but the girl did not hear it amidst all the din. She reached out to the child a tried speaking to her, but the girl just gestured something. She then saw the board hanging above “School for Deaf and Dumb”</span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">That moment was a new awakening for her. All those months spent in feeling of guilt of not having saved her daughter vanished as a new horizon opened up before her. She felt her calling and decided that she would enroll in the school as a teacher. As soon as she made this decision, it started to rain. It was like God giving his approval for the decision she had made. She was not ecstatic with the decision she had made, but she did feel a strange sense of contentment and happiness within her. It was like she had breathed for the first time in her life. She saw the world through new eyes.</span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">As she walked back to her house, she waited for the dawn to bring a new beginning in her life, a new start, a new chapter.</span></div> </div> http://mykaleidoscopicsoul.blogspot.com/2010/05/justice-after-all.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Maverick)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724408254766539385.post-1286938741897488155Thu, 29 Apr 2010 09:53:00 +00002016-01-08T12:22:28.629+05:30random thoughtsshort stories<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <br /></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">It was raining heavily and the atmosphere outside was grey, just like how he was feeling. He had just heard the words that he had dreaded the most. The last 12 hours had turned his world upside - down. He was soaked with perspiration with all the running about he had done. He did not even have the time to change his clothes before he rushed his wife to hospital. </span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"><tbody> <tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC75uWMVRqAkh46fOvj27E_mq6Exu_0_RehSqZMaeAMUi14G3MkUeHTXyZF__V_OIcnpDSKQKsdI5N8oykSzbH0qLBT259xOIaCBPj4Tz_-mr37nli_3l_Tv2J18DyzqL_1xEbxor8_eQ/s1600/aec7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC75uWMVRqAkh46fOvj27E_mq6Exu_0_RehSqZMaeAMUi14G3MkUeHTXyZF__V_OIcnpDSKQKsdI5N8oykSzbH0qLBT259xOIaCBPj4Tz_-mr37nli_3l_Tv2J18DyzqL_1xEbxor8_eQ/s400/aec7.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr> <tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><a href="http://wallpaper222.com/explore/girl-crying-in-the-rain-alone-drawing/" target="_blank">Image Source</a></span></td></tr> </tbody></table> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Looking back he realized it was not even 24 hours since he had seen her radiant with happiness. It was their first wedding anniversary and like any typical husband who was madly in love with his wife he wanted to do something very special for her. He had racked his brains for the last 2 months planning out every single detail for their special day. He had called up her friends at odd hours asking for help from their end, in turn being cursed for having disturbed them. He had planned the most special day for her and she had absolutely loved being pampered from the beginning of their special day.</span><br /> <a name='more'></a></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">When at end he had taken her to that special dinner which he had planned along the sea shore beneath the moon light she had tiny tears of happiness in her eyes. She was completely smitten by the love he had showered on her. They had enjoyed their dinner in each other’s company talking about sweet nothing’s and about their journey so far. After their dinner he had insisted that they take a walk on the beach, holding each other’s hands. It was on this walk that she had felt uneasy with a sudden shot of pain in her head. She had ignored it as an onset of migraine. She dint want to miss this beautiful moment so she dint bother to inform him about it. But all of a sudden she felt weak and felt his grip slipping away from her hands and she fainted. </span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">He panicked and did not know what to do. He tried sprinkling a few drops of water on her face to revive her from her unconsciousness but it was of no use. The call to the hospital, the blare of approaching ambulance siren, taking her to the hospital in the ambulance all happened in a daze. Even before he regained his composure, the doctor had stabbed him in his heart by revealing that his wife had brain tumor and just had a few hours to live.</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">He dint know what to do. He dint know whom to call and whom not to. He had no clue how those last few hours passed by. When he received the news about her death, it felt like the world around him had crashed and crumbled into pieces.</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Being an orphan nobody had taught him how to pray. He dint know how to fold his hands and stand before the almighty. He dint know how to humble himself before god.</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">But that day as he walked out of the hospital he was a defeated man! He dropped down on his knees and cried.&nbsp;</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">As the rain lashed out its fury on the human form, he completely surrendered himself into the hands of god and cried for her.</span></div> </div> http://mykaleidoscopicsoul.blogspot.com/2010/04/natures-fury.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Maverick)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724408254766539385.post-6525707705309307964Wed, 28 Apr 2010 07:31:00 +00002016-01-08T12:21:26.862+05:30random thoughtsshort stories<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody> <tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9FerN_vY0nz-zTPnkp1PBbdSaa2e41ZV9NRQ7JzZ9Tp_epiDSD1HeQQ4cFQPxNWt_6DRBozAU5YrpBS6a-LPexLiqgUH_hlfjoWoYtQyc9BuKTU3KU9DW7bcmSHBYZ7uSeG8b6MzF_k8/s1600/3917609772_dc82a4c29b.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" border="0" height="293" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465799855185262658" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9FerN_vY0nz-zTPnkp1PBbdSaa2e41ZV9NRQ7JzZ9Tp_epiDSD1HeQQ4cFQPxNWt_6DRBozAU5YrpBS6a-LPexLiqgUH_hlfjoWoYtQyc9BuKTU3KU9DW7bcmSHBYZ7uSeG8b6MzF_k8/s400/3917609772_dc82a4c29b.jpg" style="float: left; height: 235px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px;" width="400" /></a></td></tr> <tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.karipatterson.com/when-youre-tempted-by-the-fire-in-the-outer-court/" target="_blank">Image Source</a></span></td></tr> </tbody></table> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">She had seen him through the fence that was separating the play area from the common area. </span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">She could clearly remember he was wearing a white shirt and blue jeans. He was about 25 years old. He had carried a pink teddy bear in his hands. The moment she had set her eyes on it, she had decided that she wanted it. It was one of the most beautiful one that she had ever seen. She had dragged her father along with her, running behind that guy just to make sure that she could have the teddy bear, take it home and play with it, show it around to her friends and make them feel jealous.</span></o:p><br /> <a name='more'></a></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></o:p></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">She had run behind him all around the fun fair. She wanted to hug the teddy bear just once and keep it next to her when she slept. She had finally seen him keep the teddy bear on a bench in a park. But the park was filled with children of all ages. She began to panic that somebody would reach the teddy bear before she did. She let go of her dad’s hands and ran as fast as her tiny legs could take her. She reached the bench and even before she could lay her hands on the teddy bear, she heard a powerful noise, heard her father calling out her name and saw bright colors around her before she closed her eyes.</span></o:p></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></o:p></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">When she opened her eyes, she saw her father kneeling before something and crying. But why was he crying when she was right next to him, speaking to him, telling him that she was alright. She tried touching him to tell him to take her home to her mommy and her small brother whom she adored. She realized that her hands just passed through and couldn’t touch him.</span></o:p></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></o:p></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">She went forward and then she saw …………………………………………..her body in tatters. Her father was hugging it and crying. Tiny drops of tears started dropping from her eyes. She dint want to die. She dint deserve to die.</span></o:p></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></o:p></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">She was to celebrate her 6</span>^{<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">th</span>}<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"> birthday that weekend. She has everything planned out for her birthday party. She wanted to tell her father that she was ready to cancel all her celebrations if he could take her home just once. She wanted to go home once to her mom. She wanted to keep her head on mommy’s lap and sleep. She wanted her father to throw her up high in the air so the she could squeal with laughter. She wanted to run around the house playing with her kid brother. She wanted to hug grandma and listen to her stories. She realized all that would never be possible. She would have to leave her family and her home to go to a far of place.</span></o:p></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></o:p></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <o:p><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><i>She like millions other dint deserve to die, but were innocent victims of terrorism and jehad. When will we realize that war and terrorism just causes hatred among people? Its love &amp; universal brotherhood that would end all our problems.</i></span></span></b></o:p></div> </div> http://mykaleidoscopicsoul.blogspot.com/2010/04/games-people-play.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Maverick)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724408254766539385.post-730427011954005509Tue, 27 Apr 2010 07:11:00 +00002016-01-08T12:20:34.076+05:30Poetryrandom thoughts<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div> <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"><tbody> <tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY_ZmvIU9cjeNbqw0pzJ_vw_9q6SuFEhgSyrzXsZVL3o8LwzYfLTljmik4jOGBPSCTYq5BsVJoAeIsVqMAoOcE8js9j8uTRX0kskqcsq-5xac58pZP2EBkw3l67Lu7f_ker34tvN4L0ns/s1600/colours-541385-1600x1000-hq-dsk-wallpapers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY_ZmvIU9cjeNbqw0pzJ_vw_9q6SuFEhgSyrzXsZVL3o8LwzYfLTljmik4jOGBPSCTYq5BsVJoAeIsVqMAoOcE8js9j8uTRX0kskqcsq-5xac58pZP2EBkw3l67Lu7f_ker34tvN4L0ns/s320/colours-541385-1600x1000-hq-dsk-wallpapers.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr> <tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><a href="http://go-grafix.com/541385.html">Image Source</a></span></td></tr> </tbody></table> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">I wish I had more colours with me</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">All I have is black and shades of grey</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">I would have painted the most beautiful picture</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Allowing my thoughts to stray</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"> </span></o:p></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">I would have depicted love through a mother’s eyes, </span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Aloneness through a lover’s byes</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Deceit through a fiend’s vice</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">And pain through a baby’s cries</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"> </span></o:p></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">But you know that I would fill the world with rainbows</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Taking the glory away from you</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">This is why you have given me just No’s</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Every time I ask a favor of you</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"> </span></o:p></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">But there would be a time, when you realize what I am</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">For I know you would walk me through the sands of time</span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"></span><br /></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div> </div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><i>*Pardon my immaturity at this amateur attempt of poetry. Hope to improve with time! :)</i></span></div> </div> </div> http://mykaleidoscopicsoul.blogspot.com/2010/04/colours.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Maverick)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724408254766539385.post-1774728667537553651Sat, 17 Apr 2010 05:38:00 +00002016-01-08T12:20:00.689+05:30Contemplationscrazy lifeGeneral ReadsLonelinessrandom thoughts<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Given the kind of human beings we are, one of the things that would hurt us the most is Differentiation!</span></div> <div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div> </div> <div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Having known that do we stop others from doing it to us? No! Do we stop ourselves from doing it to others? No! Yet, if there's something that hurts us the maximum its differentiation! And its probably the most widely used tool too - the Power to differentiate!</span></div> <a name='more'></a><br /> <div> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody> <tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4FZ7F5iybbd-iN2lQcWNjlRJGLWIf4x4BnVpNuLMZ15gjejCqkAWx3-C336x_hL4qNlZhyphenhyphenjDx3vihbZNzR8qSMB3hEOhMJv8Zy8-PxAx_IpJUBE_Dp8PcCh67OGqcefhqtW3bAhpxagY/s1600/53afa5b9d89d0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="204" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4FZ7F5iybbd-iN2lQcWNjlRJGLWIf4x4BnVpNuLMZ15gjejCqkAWx3-C336x_hL4qNlZhyphenhyphenjDx3vihbZNzR8qSMB3hEOhMJv8Zy8-PxAx_IpJUBE_Dp8PcCh67OGqcefhqtW3bAhpxagY/s320/53afa5b9d89d0.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr> <tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s-haghighat.ir/fa/gallery_images/view/4/page:7#prettyPhoto" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Image Source</span></a></td></tr> </tbody></table> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div> </div> <div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">It hurt in school, when I was differentiated from the rest of them coz I was an average student. It hurt when I was differentiated amongst my cousins coz I dared to think beyond the regular engineering stream and ventured into business management &amp; administration. It hurt when my relatives differentiated my parents and me for a crime which my brother had committed. And its still hurts when I am differentiated by my friends for having chosen my family over them at a 'certain' point of time. </span></div> </div> <div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div> </div> <div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">In spite of knowing that it hurts, do I make an effort to change my thinking towards it? Yes! But its been of no use. Coz the power to differentiate is the ultimate weapon that can be used against human existence. But by differentiating between the pretty and the ugly, the nice and no so nice, we are just admitting that we are pawns in the game play of the power to differentiate. </span></div> </div> <div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div> </div> <div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">The power to differentiate is much larger when compared to the mere instances that I am referring to. But if these small instances can have such a profound impact on me, just imagine the kind of impact it can have to that section of people who are differentiated based o their religion, caste, physique, color, race and gender. And yet we differentiate between a Muslim and a Hindu, an Indian and a Pakistani, a boy and a girl, a person who is fair and a person who is dark.</span></div> </div> <div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div> </div> <div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">When would we learn that the power of differentiation is for us to distinguish and segregate the good from the bad and not to differentiate amongst people based on their color, religion or race! </span></div> </div> </div> </div> http://mykaleidoscopicsoul.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-hurts-but-do-you-realise-that-it.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Maverick)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724408254766539385.post-6334260212677014922Thu, 15 Apr 2010 11:12:00 +00002016-01-08T12:04:33.428+05:30ContemplationsDepressionLifeLonelinessPoetryrandom thoughts<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody> <tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><a href="http://kingdominsight.ning.com/profiles/blogs/sorrow-is-better-than-laughter" target="_blank"><img border="0" height="155" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbtO396-WPsGEB7afTas_5BeNA79wueQtKUvy0hdt65ZZKazApgMZmDYIODWKyg_1xVZMOHSAgfcbl6RDS4_t2cnc8qIX1pViplWf8AV2Bzb0G3V6v17aKfNwryssi_zP4bdqLtygj1Ec/s200/_____sorrow_longing_tears______by_Westia.jpg" width="200" /></a></span></td></tr> <tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><a href="http://kingdominsight.ning.com/profiles/blogs/sorrow-is-better-than-laughter" target="_blank">Image Source</a></span><a href="http://kingdominsight.ning.com/profiles/blogs/sorrow-is-better-than-laughter" target="_blank"><br /></a></td></tr> </tbody></table> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; line-height: 17px;">My sorrow is not for sale,<br />Nor for exhibition.<br />Yet I end up auctioning my tears<br />The devil bids the highest.</span><br /> <div> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div> <div> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif;">Courtesy: <a href="http://gaurigharpure.blogspot.com/">http://gaurigharpure.blogspot.com/</a></span></span></div> <div> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; line-height: 17px;"><br /></span></div> <div> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &quot;trebuchet ms&quot; , sans-serif; line-height: 17px;">Guess I'm the one who's most familiar with this. My only hope would be to wish that the devil is actually an angel in the guise of a devil </span></span></div> </div> http://mykaleidoscopicsoul.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-sorrow-is-not-for-sale.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Maverick)0