getting it write

yet_so_close ...

2011-10-02T04:20:00.000-07:00

To live in hearts
we leave behind
Is not to die.

While, I walked along the seashore. A small pebble caught my attention. The child in me kept it in my treasure bag,to pull it out later.Then, there was a visible joy and pleasure on my face. I would dance my way back home. Proudly displaying the kingly possession to my mother . She was the only one who knew it was precious. For a few days, after school the first thing I did was to open the treasure bag, to check if it was safe. It had certain,hidden, positive charm and I believed it for true. Perhaps, it would bring good luck to me.

As I was about to finish my walk along the shore line today. I saw the same pebble, I picked it up. Thought for a while, I felt my mom smile with me. I tossed it back into the sea. She is not at home, I said to myself. She sleeps in that fathomless sea. I hope, she must have seen my new found treasure and kept it safe for me.

"To look backward for a while is to refresh the eye, to restore it, and to render it the more fit for its prime function of looking forward"

On the mark, get set, ready ... GO!

2011-07-08T19:58:00.000-07:00

Hi Friends! I hope, you all are doing well. All these years I have been away from this space. I had to leave. And each of you understood it. Thank you.

I wish, I have managed to be in your memories. Perhaps, it might need a soft brush to clear the dust if any.
"Adventure can be an end in itself. Self-discovery is the secret ingredient that fuels daring"
At times, we lose clue. get stuck, its a feeling of nowhere. A period of fear, stress. A period of discomfort, of initiation. We move backwards.

All we need is a gentle push. A whistle-blow. Its time to take a backing up and you are set to start. And GO!

Friends! I hope, to hear from each of you. Hugs to each and all!

I Pass ...

2007-07-11T18:46:00.000-07:00

So I pass ...

I am content to pass. Perhaps I’ll be able to pass this way again. May-be I”ll build another space here. Who knows?

My time here was well spent. I leave as a better human ( I think) than I came in. I came here unprepared. It was with your kind words that I was able to create a space for myself here.

Much more bigger than that is the space, I enjoy, today, in your hearts.

I wish, I could, stay here a little longer. Gather some more precious moments to retrieve them as mine. I humbly thank those who gave me support and who helped me build my very small space here.

Thank you for the admiration and love - by one and all. Adieu.

Ever yours Passerby

Happy V_ Day

2007-02-13T23:51:00.000-08:00

If it were not for hopes, the heart would break . How rare and wonderful is that flash of a moment when we realize we have discovered a friend. Love begins indeed with small things. Maybe, sometimes, even with an egg shell!

Happy Valentine's day, to each of you today!

As we walked inside I said to the florist,

"I need a long-stemmed rose for my lady to carry while we go shopping.

"The florist, a rather unromantic type, replied, "We sell them by the dozen."

"I don't need a dozen," I said, "just one.""Well," he replied haughtily,

"it will cost you two dollars.""Wonderful," I exclaimed.

"There's nothing worse than a cheap rose."

Selecting the rose with some deliberation, I handed it to my friend. She was so impressed! And the cost? Just a little and some imagination and care.

Just a bit later she looked up and said, " I seem to be the only woman here, in today, carrying a rose." And I believe she probably was.

Remember, it is not the amount that matters but the thought and care that often has the greatest impact upon those you love.

People ask what must they become to be loving. The answer is ‘nothing.’ It is a process of letting go of what you thought you had become and allowing your true nature to float to the surface naturally." -- Stephen Levine

Good or Evil: The one I feed

2007-02-07T01:05:00.000-08:00

In black you can read the word GOOD, in white the word EVIL (inside each black letter is a white letter). It's all very physiological too, because it visualize the concept that good can't exist without evil (or the absence of good is evil ).

Think of this poem called ‘The Eagle and the Wolf’:

There is a great battle
That rages inside me.

One side is a soaring eagle.
Everything the eagle stands for
Is good and true and beautiful.

It soars above the clouds.
Even though it dips down into the valleys,
It lays its eggs on the mountaintops.

The other side of me is a howling wolf.
And that raging, howling wolf
Represents the worst that is in me.

He eats upon my downfalls
And justifies himself by
his presence in the pack.

Who wins this great battle?
The one I feed

On the Lighter side :)))

2007-01-30T03:45:00.000-08:00

Stylishly Yours'

2007-01-16T03:46:00.000-08:00

Dear Lalitha working on this tag made me feel most deeply and vitally alive, along with the inner voice which said, ‘This is the real me,’ and I have found that attitude, to follow it. Thankyou very much, for passing this tag to me.

Sprouted Beans
Sprouts keep growing with the right amount of moisture and warmth, until they are chewed. They are also deliciously fresh and colourful! I grow with a style of a bean sprout.

Balloons
Stand back! I may explode in a style of a balloon. I have learnt to keep safety in mind and keep away from porcupines and unicorn! Balloons are my style of joy and freedom. The kind of space I enjoy in my heart, as well as, in others.

Museum
Yes, a Museum defines my style. Besides having a taste for ancient I can preserve/protect many things. I have good, old memories…. Well, I have preserved all my son's milk teeth He finds my taste of collection as "Antique" and prefers to call me "Ancient".

My Thumb
Hey! ease your minds. I don't have a style of rule of the thumb. I have a good, firm handshake which folds a strong thumb. It is my style of a natural part of my connection process. It accompanies my eye contact with a smile. It makes a difference to me.

A Bridge
This style of mine doesn't need me to be anything other than casually friendly. I practise this style anywhere, be it a shop or a bus -stop! It's a great style and a wonderful feeling to know you’re not alone in this world.

Neck Ties
Neck ties are my style of shopping. I am one of those who would love to shop for silk neck ties. They add aesthetic value to my shopping cart. Selecting the right tie , is enjoyable and a treat to my eye.

Bouquet of flowers
That’s me! I appreciate a good presentation. My style is not of a single flower, it’s the whole garden. My bouquet should consists of various flowers, assorted kind of leaves, tied with a beautiful satin ribbon, decorated in a cane basket or an artistic flower-vase. My bowl of fruit salad is the delight to see before I relish it.

Traditional Mehendi
My style of art is the fascinating, exciting traditional art of mehendi. The reddish brown colour of Mehendi would define my style of passion and warmth.

A Christian Bride
That would be my way of dressing with style. It’s simply awesome. I adore the way a bride walks forward forever .

Surfing up the waves
Surfing sums up my tenth style. Its my style of sport. Here, I relate to the adventure and spirit in me. Though I have never tried this feat, I often dream about such.

To all my Friends,
You all will enjoy doing this tag. Please go ahead and write the ten things that define your style. I am sure Usha, Preeta & Mahadevan would definitely do this tag, even before I ask them.

A few names I hope to read are: PRash...a blogger who blogs with a style. Neers....she has a way with her magical words. Mizfit ... you cannot escape. One comment on your blog fetches me a lot . I would never let go a chance. :)) Artnavy, Sara, ALapana, KAvya, Reshmi. I wish to read your styles too ... ... Cheers!!

Happy blogging and Happy tagging!

2007-01-10T19:04:00.000-08:00

MY MOM taught me: to listen, then take that one step further and trust ONLY what my heart hears ...

I propose, that as of today:

2007-01-01T17:34:00.000-08:00

"The measure of success is not whether you have a tough problem to deal with, but whether it's the same problem you had last year."

I propose, that as of today: let us hold our hands together and welcome 2007.

‘Happy New year, Friends’

Always Positive ...

2006-12-18T17:12:00.000-08:00

"The pessimist sees difficulty in every opportunity. The optimist sees opportunity in every difficulty.

A family had twin boys whose only resemblance to each other was their looks. If one felt it was too hot, the other thought it was too cold. If one said the TV was too loud, the other claimed the volume needed to be turned up. Opposite in every way, one was an eternal optimist, the other a doom & gloom pessimist.

Just to see what would happen, on the twins' birthday their father loaded the pessimist's room with every imaginable toy and game. The optimist's room he loaded with horse manure.

That night the father passed by the pessimist's room and found him sitting amid his new gifts crying bitterly. "Why are you crying?" the father asked.

"Because my friends will be jealous, I'll have to read all these instructions before I can do anything with this stuff, I'll constantly need batteries, and my toys will eventually get broken." answered the pessimist twin.

Passing the optimist twin's room, the father found him dancing for joy in the pile of manure. "What are you so happy about?" he asked.

To which his optimist twin replied, "There's got to be a pony in here somewhere!"

A Joy Ride ...

2006-12-14T15:41:00.000-08:00

A few years ago, one summer day, we were waiting to hear the good news. My elder bro and his wife were expecting their second child.

My parents were eager to see a granddaughter. Until then, the house was full of grandsons.. "Grandsons are good, but granddaughter is a must", Mom and dad had spelled out on several occasions. " I have to be an aunt to a niece", I added to their feelings.

Later that afternoon, my elder brother's son and his cousins enquired when would his mom return with his new born brother from the hospital. I told him, "Mom, would be back soon with their sister".

On hearing this, there was an united shout "No, no way, we have no place for a sister in our gang. She will cry for little things. Girls are sissy". I was not happy to hear this. It was indeed a bad attitude towards my newly born niece.

"How could they not be waiting for their sister?" I am the second born , I am a girl . Mom, ones mentioned brother would hug around and sing newly learnt rhymes to her tummy. He was waiting for his unborn sister, a Star, who was yet to arrive.

"Bro do you remember, how you sang and made me feel welcome at home. Were you waiting for me? Did you always want a sister. or was it a brother you wished for? .I enquired.
He smiled to reply, "Yes, I was waiting, but neither for a sister nor a brother".

He continued ," Dad had promised that if I behaved well, when mom was carrying you , he would buy me a tricycle". "All the neighboring boys had one and played with it in the corridor". He smiled to say. Although, Bro was not waiting for me. I was happy neither was he waiting for any brother.

Dad kept his promise. He bought a tricycle but with a double seat. The family album at my parent's home shows my bro riding the tricycle with me, on the second seat. Mom remembers that he carried me everywhere, on his new tricycle, and I always smiled to enjoy it.

On this very day, indeed a star was born for dad, mom and big bro. Thankyou, brother for the "joy ride" and "happy birthday to me".

I will ...

2006-12-11T00:26:00.000-08:00

A little boy leaned and whispered in Santa’s good ear and said , “I want no toy , Santa dear . I want your secret. Tell it to me”.

Santa smiled and replied, "I have no secret, but the truth is, my sack is full of magic”.

What is the magic Santa dear ? enquired the little boy.

I shall tell you the magic, said Santa to the boy. “Now listen to me"

In my sack I carry on Christmas Eve day

More love than a Santa could e’er give away.

The sack never empties of love, or of joys

‘Cause inside it are prayers and hope.

Not just toys

The more that I give, the fuller it seems,
Because giving is my way of fulfilling dreams.
And do you know something? You’ve got a sack, too.
It’s as magic as mine, and it’s inside of you.

It never gets empty; it’s full from the start.
It’s the center of lights and love.

It’s your heart.
And if on this Christmas you want to help me,
Don’t be so concerned with the gifts ‘neath your tree

Open that sack called your heart, and share
Your joy, your friendship, your wealth, your care.
”The light in the small boy’s eyes was glowing
“Thanks for your secret.

I’ve got to be going."“Wait, little boy,” said Santa,
Will you share? Will you help? Will you ?”

And just for a moment the small boy stood still,
Touched his heart with his small hand and whispered,
“I will."

A short story ...

2006-12-04T01:06:00.000-08:00

Little girl and her father were crossing a bridge.
The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter,"Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river.

"The little girl said, "No, Dad. You hold my hand."
"What's the difference?" Asked the puzzled father.
"There's a big difference," replied the little girl."

If I hold your hand and something happens to me, chances are that I maylet your hand go. But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens, you will never let my hand go.

"In any relationship, the essence of trust is not in its bind, but in its bond.
So hold the hand of the person whom you love rather than expecting them to hold yours...

Are your speakers on?

2006-12-01T18:44:00.000-08:00

Happy Weekend!

Stand _Out

2006-11-20T04:51:00.000-08:00

This daisy is Unique, not because of her colour or shape. The Truth is she Believes that she is wonderful and knows how to stand out

So:

You have to find out who you are, and be that.
You have to decide what comes first, and do that.
You have to discover your strengths, and use them.
You have to learn not to compete with others,
Because no one else is in the contest of *being you*.

Then:

You will have learned to accept your own uniqueness.
You will have learned to set priorities and make decisions.
You will have learned to live with your limitations.
You will have learned to give yourself the respect that is due.
And you'll be a most vital mortal.

Dare To Believe:
That you are a wonderful, unique person.

... :(

2006-11-13T17:52:00.000-08:00

MY 12-YEAR-OLD daughter asked me, "Mom, do you have a baby picture of yourself?

I need it for a school project." I gave her one without thinking to ask what the project was.

A few days later I was in her classroom for a parent-teacher meeting when I noticed my face pinned to a mural the students had created.

The title of their project was "The oldest thing in my house."

a "V" formation

2006-11-06T19:39:00.000-08:00

Next fall when you see geese heading south for the winter,flying along in a V formation, you might consider what science has discovered as to why they fly that way:As each bird flaps its wings, it creates an uplift for the bird immediately following.

By flying in a V formation the whole flock adds at least 71% greater flying range than if each bird flew on its own.People who share a common direction and sense of community can get where they are going more quickly and easily because they are traveling on the thrust of one another.

When a goose falls out of formation it suddenly feels the drag and resistance of trying to go it alone and quickly gets back into formation to take advantage of the lifting power of the bird in front.If we have as much sense as a goose we will stay in formation with those who are headed the same way we are.When the head goose gets tired it rotates back in the wing and another goose flies point.

It is sensible to take turns doing demanding jobs ... with people or with geese flying south.Geese honk from behind to encourage those up front to keep up their speed.What do we say when we honk from behind?

Finally ... and this is important ... when a goose gets sick or is wounded by gunshots, and falls out of formation, two other geese fall out with that goose and follow it down to lend help and protection. They stay with the fallen goose until it is able to fly or until it dies, and only then do they launch out on their own, or with another formation to catch up with their group.

" If we have the sense of a goose, we will stand by each other like that"...

.. .. .. the heart of a rose :)

2006-11-04T18:12:00.000-08:00

Won’t you come into the garden?

I would like my roses

to see you.

A House of Joy

2006-11-04T18:06:00.000-08:00

Thank you, for living with me and for inhabiting and making this house of joy, a home. You have helped me build this structure with wisdom, understanding and knowledge. Your words have filled it with rare and beautiful treasures _ Hearts Full Of You.

Neers, Mizfit, Prash, Sreejith, Eclipsed thoughts, seriously_frivolous, desperado, Lalitha, Usha, Preeta, Velu, Ram, Tarini, ALapana, Vibhor, Ekta, Random thoughts, Srijith.

Each of you have helped to fill this with your spirit of love , joy, and peace.
Thank you, for helping me keep this place spiritually fervent with joy and zeal.

A New Day Has Come ...

Good Wishes ...

2006-10-09T19:29:00.000-07:00

I wish all my friends "the Brightest Deepavali and A Prosperous New Year".

Friends,

I wish to take a break.
I shall be back soon.
Take good care of yourselves.
Bye.

ok, I am weird ... but in a good sense .

2006-10-02T19:53:00.000-07:00

While I was working on this post, I met Jack. Jack is my online friend. This conversation(chat) is between Jill(passerby) and Jack .. .. .. please read on.

Jack : Hola! how are u?
Jill : hi there. I am fine , thanku

Jack : so what’s up buddy
Jill : just a little busy, with my blog. I am tagged by two good blogmates srijith and neers.They both have asked me to list six weird things about me.

Jack : Oh ! I remember you tell me that you blog.
how is it going?
Jill : I seem to find nothing weird in me right now. can you help me find something weird about ...

JACk : Me?
Jill : ya, its better to know from your frds. They are the ones who know you better.

Jack : you are right there, but I never find anything weird in you, if you were weird why would you be on my frnd/list
Jill : may be weird in some good sense, did you observe anything weird but good about me.

Jack : let me think, oh ya do you remember, at one time I told you that you jump topics.
JiLL : jump in wht sense?

Jack : jump, like A Monkey , but in all good sense. We can then exchange a talk on variety of subjects you see.
Jill : (thinking in her mind) I am a monkey. (Wants to ask Jack to Pack and leave her alone).

Jack : yes, Jill one good weirdness about you is that you talk a lot.
Jill : you mean talkative in good sense

Jack : yes, I often wonder how can you talk so much?
Jill : you mean to say I talk non stop and that I should try to shutup!

Jack : hey, you jump to conclusions very fast , this is weird in you.
{Jill : thinking to herself..he could not count a single weird ness in me and now the whole of me seems weird ….JAck is so weird}...

Jack : I hope I am helping you find weird things in good sense.
Jill : {( in her mind) yes you have helped enuff}
Jill : Jack thanku, you helped me with this difficult tag.

Jack : my pleasure, Jill

Jack : bye, got to hurry now. I have a meeting to attend.
Jill : byebye ,, see ya soon.
( I wonder did Jill come tumbling after or did Jack push her).

So I am talkative, I rush through topics , and I jump to conclusion, but all in a good sense ... *smiles*… Let me quickly push (pass I mean) this tag to a few here …

ajay, wild reeds, contended, Seriously_frivolous, alapana, random thoughts please take up this tag, if you have not done it before.

... On the bridge between people

2006-09-30T02:18:00.000-07:00

Unless we can hear each other singing and crying, unless we can comfort each other's failures and cheer each other's victories, we are missing out on the best that life has to offer. The only real action takes place on the bridge between people.

Abe was fiercely independent, even at the age of 85, but after a mild stroke his son insisted he move in with him. Abe missed going to the park near his old apartment, and one Saturday he set out to find it.

When he became disoriented, he asked a young boy where the park was. The boy, named Timmy, said he’d like to take Abe there, but he didn’t have time because he was looking for God. He needed to talk to him about why his parents were getting a divorce.

"Maybe God is in the park," said the old man. "I’d like to talk to him, too, about why he’s made me useless." They set off together to find God.

At the park, Timmy began to cry about the divorce, and Abe lovingly held the boy’s face in his hands and looked him straight in the eyes.

"Timmy, I don’t know why bad things happen, but I know it’s not because of you. I know you’re a good boy and your parents love you and you’ll be okay."
"Are you sure?"
"I’m sure."

Timmy gave Abe a big hug and said, "I’m so glad I met you. Thanks. I think I can go now."
From across the street, Timmy’s mother saw them hug and when the boy came up, she asked in a worried voice, "Who was that old man?"
"I think he’s God."

"Did he say that?" she demanded.
"No, but when he told me I’m going to be okay, I felt better. Only God can do that."

When Abe got home, his son in a scolding voice asked, "Where were you?"
"I was in the park with God."

"What makes you think you were with God?"

"Because he sent me a boy who needed me, and when the boy hugged me,

I felt God telling me I wasn’t useless."

Yet Tagged Again ...

2006-09-26T00:08:00.000-07:00

I am tagged by Preeta. A few months ago, after i first read her I wrote a post on it. The link to that post is here

1..Are you happy/satisfied with your blog with it's content and look? Does your family know about your blog?
I am happy with my blog, My entire family does not know about my blog. I have already written a post about my entry into the blogworld. The link to that post is here .

2.Do you feel embarrassed to let your friends know about your blog or you just consider it as a private thing?

I enjoy this world of blog exclusively with my blogmates. My friends outside the net are not into blogging, so I never discuss my blog with them.

3.Did blogs cause positive changes in your thoughts?
I enjoy interacting , reading and commenting here. Blogs make me feel positive, and they do influence my thought process.

4.Do you only open the blogs of those who comment on your blog or you love to go and discover more by yourself?

I do open blogs of those who comment and also love to explore and discover new blogs. I explored to find Usha's blog and that was one great discovery.

5.What does visitors counter mean to you? Do you care about putting it in your blog?

I don’t have a visitors counter. Well, maybe I shall learn to put one soon.

6.Did you try to imagine your fellow bloggers and give them real pictures?

No, I have never tried to imagine my fellow bloggers, but when I read some good post by my fellow blogger. I do feel I should have been close to wish and thank him/her for posting one. Well, i have given a real picture of myself to my fellow bloggers through my posts.

7.Admit. Do you think there is a real benefit for blogging?

Yes, I think it is beneficial to blog. Surely, who I am now is only because of all that’s gone before, It seems wrong not to be able to recall even the important events in their wholeness…I may look back one day, to read all and say “THIS was me,This is me"

8.Do you think that bloggers society is isolated from real world or interacts with events?

I think good bloggers are never isolated from the real world, infact they try to portray the real world out here through their experience.

9.Does criticism annoy you or do you feel it's a normal thing?
Healthy criticism is food for the thought and I feel it should be encouraged. I invite all kinds of comments.

10.Do you fear some political blogs and avoid them?
I don’t fear political blogs. I don’t mind interacting with healthy politics.

11.Did you get shocked by the arrest of some bloggers?

Social evils a good blogger should never write to encourage. I have read about one blogger who was punished for promoting racism. I think that was right.

12.Did you think about what will happen to your blog after you die?

My son knows about my blog, I think it will remain with him. I am giving it to him in MY will. …. My spirit may write after I am gone….boohoo.

13.What do you like to hear? What's the song you might like to put a link to in your blog?

I generally don’t like to hear to a song when I read or write. I would not mind some light music that would enthrall me.

Now I tag LiL mizfit and pradeep . Will you both please take up this tag.

?? ...

2006-09-18T22:03:00.000-07:00

Is Love the best healer? Or is Pain the best teacher?

A Different Perspective ...

2006-09-14T20:26:00.000-07:00

One day a father and his rich family took his young son on a trip to the country with the firm purpose to show him how poor people can be.

They spent a day and a night in the farm of a very poor family. When they got back from their trip the father asked his son, "How was the trip?

"Very good, Dad!"

"Did you see how poor people can be?" the father asked.

"Yeah!"

"And what did you learn?"The son answered,

"I saw that we have a dog at home, and they have four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of the garden,they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lamps in the garden,they have the stars. Our patio reaches to the front yard, they have a whole horizon.

"When the little boy was finishing, his father was speechless.

His son added, "Thanks, Dad, for showing me how poor we are!"

Isn't it true that it all depends on the way you look at things? If you have love, friends, family, health, good humor and a positive attitude toward life, you've got everything!You can't buy any of these things. You can have all the material possessions you can imagine, provisions for the future, etc., but if you are poor of spirit, you have nothing!

2006-09-10T19:54:00.000-07:00

"Pious Portrait" ...

A kindergarten teacher was observing her classroom of children while they drew. She would occasionally walk around to see each child's artwork.

As she got to one little girl who was working diligently, she asked what the drawing was. The girl replied, "I'm drawing God."

The teacher paused and said, "but no one knows what God looks like". Without missing a beat, or looking up from her drawing the girl replied, "They will in a minute."

More than a Sister ...

2006-09-04T19:17:00.000-07:00

I trust,we remain learners all our life. At the same time we also get an opportunity to teach another. We teach our children, our brothers and sisters, many give tuitions to the neighbours.

Some want to earn pocket money and some want to remain in touch with knowledge and books. Each of us definitely gain respect for teaching.

I am a teacher to my son though my very first student was a naughty girl, two years younger to me. She had no interest in her books. She was in love with everything around her, except her books.. School was only fun for her. Books and homework were only meant to be carried in school bags. Schoolbooks were not to be read and home-work was never to be done.

Her class was on the first floor, while mine on the second . The staffroom was beside her classroom. I was often send by my class teacher to collect the corrected class books from the staff room. There, outside the class I would spot my first student. She would either be standing or kneeling down outside the classroom. .

She must have not done her history homework, I would guess.. She would smile at me. What a shameless girl! I felt ashamed, angry and guilty all at the same time. Homework is ones own responsibility . Why does she neglect it? I will complain to mom . I knew Mom would say, oh! she is beyond repair, forget her.

One day, my class teacher who was her science teacher said to me, " why don’t you teach her” . I said, "mam, she won’t listen to me".
"She will dear, you can become her teacher, then you will never be ashamed of her". Personal responsibility and respect for my class teacher laid the foundation of my teaching the most adamant student under the sky.

After my studies, I would take her school bag and find out what she had to study. Help her and make her do her homework. She was weak, but she was sweet. I hated her for not taking studies seriously , but I knew I will always love her all my life.

She was neither intelligent nor did she want to work hard, but she was always promoted. My parents thought I would make a good teacher. But destiny had something else in store.

Today, my sister is a teacher in one of the best schools, in India. She teaches English. She is loved and a respected teacher. She is doing well in this profession for more than ten years now. I think this is the gurudakshina I get for teaching her, and somewhere my class teacher will be proud. I obeyed her and respected her faith.

Happy teachers day to all the teachers and this one teacher who is my sister, a naughty student and a good teacher, "Thankyou".. You taught me what is learning, while you teach.

Feeding Time ...

2006-08-31T21:09:00.000-07:00

.... And I told you the snow would melt, the passionate love o' the sun does it. The leaves of the trees, will fall with the wind, and look that great, gray cloud will vanish now ... it goes on and on until the child finishes his/her bowl of cerelac.

When a young grandchild feeds his grandparents, gladness finds its old home, and that sorrow at length departs. Feeding your dear ones is a happy moment shared.

A holy man was having a conversation with the Lord one day and said, "Lord, I would like to know what Heaven and Hell are like."The Lord led the holy man to two doors.

He opened one of the doors and the holy man looked in.In the middle of the room was a large round table. In the middle of the table was a large pot of stew which smelled delicious and made the holy man's mouth water.But the people sitting around the table were thin and sickly. They appeared to be famished.

They were holding spoons with very long handles that were strapped to their arms and each found it possible to reach into the pot of stew and take a spoonful, but because the handle was longer than their arms, they could not get the spoons back into their mouths.

The holy man shuddered at the sight of their misery and suffering. The Lord said, 'You have seen Hell.

'They then went to the next room and opened the door. It was exactly the same as the first one. There was the large round table with the large pot of stew which made the holy man's mouth water. The people were equipped with the same long-handled spoons, but here the people were well nourished and plump, laughing and talking.

The holy man said, "I don’t understand.""It is simple" said the Lord, "In this place the people have learned to feed one another."

Cheers!

Bring What You Can Carry

2006-08-26T17:39:00.000-07:00

Every dream a child sees is made of golden sight, Every day the sun rises to spread its golden light ....

Once there was an old rich man who was afraid of dying and leaving all his wealth behind on earth. So, he took up the matter with God. He pleaded day and night to be able to take all his earthly possessions with him. Finally, God conceded. He said the man could take as much as he could fit in one suitcase. The old man immediately went out, bought a huge suitcase, sold all he owned and filled the suitcase with gold bars. Shortly after that, the old man died. Awkwardly dragging the big, heavy suitcase, he approached St. Peter at the Pearly Gates.

St. Peter stopped him, asked him to open his luggage, and then told him he couldn't bring his gold bars into Heaven.The man was irate. "You don't understand," he said. "I got permission directly from God himself for this. He told me whatever I could fit into one suitcase, I could bring with me.

"St. Peter, shrugged his shoulders and simply said, "Fine with me. But we've already got plenty of pavement here."

Happy weekend friends!

Advertainment ...

2006-08-22T18:52:00.000-07:00

A church choir was putting on a car wash to raise money for a special trip to Bethlehem. They made a large sign that read:

"CAR WASH FOR CHOIR TRIP".

On the scheduled Saturday, business was very good. But, by two o'clock the sky clouded, the rain poured, and there were hardly any customers. Finally, one of the soprano singers had an idea.

She printed a very large poster with the words:

"WE WASH. GOD RINSES". (Next to the words was an arrow pointing skyward.)
Business boomed!

Myself ...

2006-08-16T21:34:00.000-07:00

Tagged by
"Starry Nights"

I AM THINKING ABOUT :Just in case Tomorrow is too late.
(I keep thinking this many times in a day!)...

I SAID : I am already O.K.

I WANT TO: remove all the buts and whens from my vocabulary ( I mean LIFE)

I WISH : I always held my head high with a smile

I WONDER : why all my friends call me on the same day? why they remember me on the same day?

I REGRET : Nothing

I HEAR: My son telling me what happened on the playground yesterday.

I AM: Only a Human

I DANCE : when I hear music in the air

I SING: when I light a Candle of HOPE

I CRY : in the kitchen with a knife in my hand. (cutting onions)

I AM NOT : A reserved class(Person)

I MAKE WITH MY HANDS : Actions… (when in a conversation ). I am an expressive person.

I WRITE : Even on a tissue paper… * Big Grin*

I CONFUSE : All my son’s friends (girl friends!). They call him when I am not at home.

I NEED : “Surprises“. (I love to give and take surprises ). I also need to change the subject ...

"I Tag: The first person who comments here"
Starry Nights(she tagged me), Usha and Hip grandma are excused this time.

I'm tagged ...

2006-08-12T05:20:00.000-07:00

I thank a good blogmate and a wonderful blogwriter
Lil MiZfiT to have tagged me.

One book that changed your life?
Every book I have read did convey something good.
Letter to a Teacher, Sieze the day, Mill on the Floss .... many more.

One book you have read more than once?
Alchemist ... there are a few more.

One book you would want on a desert island?
On a desert island I would want to write.

One book that made you laugh?
Uncle Fred in Springtime many of the PG Wodehouse collections.

One book that made you cry?
In recent times The Kite Runner .

One book you wish had been written?
"Mizfit Chronicles" by Mizfit ...

One book you wish had never been written?
All my mathematics textbooks in school.

One book you are currently reading?
One hundred years of solitude

One book you have been meaning to read?
The World is flat ... would want to read as many as possible.

Now I tag Starry nights, Usha, Hip Grandma and all my other blogmates who would like to share some good titles here .... Cheers!

2006-08-10T20:19:00.000-07:00

two steps behind you ...

Walk away wherever you want to
If need be, you can run
hide you can never
I'm beside, behind
running

within you ...

Take your time, and think
You can't fight me
I'm the magic

within you ...

Turn around;

find me
just two steps behind you ...

Make time to live ...

2006-08-04T23:31:00.000-07:00

A short story ...

Two friends were walking through the desert. At one point, both started arguing and one of the friends hit the other in his face. The one who was hit was hurt, without uttering a single word. He sat down and wrote in the sand,

"Today My Best Friend Hit me in the Face".

They carried on walking, until they reached an oasis, they wanted to freshen up and started to bathe. The friend who was hit in the face, got caught in the mud and was about to drown when his other friend saved his life. After he recovered he took a stone and carved into it,

"Today My Best Friend Saved My life".

Puzzled the other friend inquired, "why a stone, earlier you wrote in the sand?"

He looked up and smiled and said,
"When I was hurt, I wrote in the sand so that the wind can blow it, but when you saved my life I carved it on the stone. so that the wind can never blow it away".

We have to learn to write our pain in the Sand. The wind by blowing it away can help us to forgive. But the good moments have to be carved on the stone, so that we never forget them. Nature has given us many gifts,which are all around us. They teach us,
"Lets make time to live!"

Mirror, mirror ...

2006-08-02T18:54:00.000-07:00

Mirror, mirror on the wall , "who is the most beautiful woman of them all"?

Age 3: Looks at herself and sees a Queen!

Age 8: Looks at herself and sees herself as Cinderella/Sleeping Beauty.

Age 15: Looks at herself and sees herself as Cinderella/SleepingBeauty/Cheerleader; or if she is PMS'ing: sees Fat/Pimples/UGLY ("Mom, I can't go to school looking like this!").
Age 20: Looks at herself and sees "too fat/too thin, too short/too tall, too straight/too curly" - but decides she's going out anyway.

Age 30: Looks at herself and sees "too fat/too thin, too short/too tall, too straight/too curly" - but decides she doesn't have time to fix it, so she's going out anyway.
Age 40: Looks at herself and sees "too fat/too thin, too short/too tall, too straight/too curly" - but says, "At least I'm clean" and goes out anyway.

Age 50: Looks at herself and sees "I am" and goes wherever she wants to go.
Age 60: Looks at herself and reminds herself of all the people who can't even see themselves in the mirror anymore. Goes out and conquers the world.

Age 70: Looks at herself and sees wisdom, laughter and ability. Goes out and enjoys life.
Age 80: Doesn't bother to look. Just puts on a purple hat and goes out to have fun with the world.

A Look in the Mirror...

Mirror now, with all respect, do not reflect what I expect. All the world 's a stage you know, foolish words have made it so Listen now, who do you see? Mirror, take a look at me.

Meree Awaaz Suno!

2006-07-28T05:44:00.000-07:00

Being punctual sometimes is wasting your time, being alone, waiting, checking your watch every second! Craning your neck to see whether your train, your bus, your person is in sight!

Why be punctual then? Very simple. Punctuality is a VIRTUE and should be practiced and encouraged.

Everyday at eight in the morning ,the school bus picks four students from the stop near my building. I am at my study room window to view this. My son is one of the four students who boards this bus to school.

The bus is often punctual . It arrives late, only when the traffic is a bit slow .. All of them wait for it as I do at my window. Out of the four students, two of them are often late to catch the bus. The bus driver is considerate and waits until they arrive, while the other two are almost always on time.

But this morning was different; one elevator of our building was not working . Going down twenty-five floors is quiet a job .My son had to wait for the only other working lift as it served each floor. I was already at the window and I saw the bus ( on time today) approach the stop, the three kids boarded it. The automatic door closed and it moved away. My son reached the spot about 90 seconds late, seeing no one around he looked up to see if I was there. I signaled to him that the bus had already left. He rushed to take the public transport to be on time for his morning prayers at school.

Why did the bus driver not consider waiting (even a few more seconds) for the student (my son) who is always punctual? For a moment I felt he was not fair. Was the driver in a bad mood? I have seen him wait even for five minutes (300seconds) on some other days. Then why did he not wait today?

The only reason I could arrive at was if a very punctual student is not on time, it is assumed that he is not going to school. He must be absent for the day. Yet I feel that the driver should have considered waiting a few more seconds for the benefit of the doubt or my son.

I wonder if I should take to heart that although being punctual is good, being punctual ALWAYS may not be so good.

Does the virtue of punctuality ill suits the one who is always on time?

Sunday School ...

2006-07-21T07:09:00.000-07:00

Nine year old Joey was asked by his mother what he had learned at Sunday school.

"Well, Mom, our teacher told us how God sent Moses behind enemy lines on a rescue mission to lead the Israelites out of Egypt. "

When he got to the Red Sea, he had his engineers build a pontoon bridge and all the people walked across safely.

"Then he used his walkie-talkie to radio headquarters for reinforcements. They sent bombers to blow up the bridge and all the Israelites were saved."

"Now, Joey, is that really what your teacher taught you?" his mother asked.

"Well, no. But if I told it the way the teacher did, you'd never believe it!"

Born_Anew

2006-07-17T19:28:00.000-07:00

I was on Usha's blog, having some time on my hands, I clicked on a comment on her recent post only to feed my want - to inquire.

Friends,this click took me to a blog which has just begin to bloom.

http://hiphopgmom.blogspot.com/2006/07/canine-instincts.html

In her very first post she says, “My children tell me owning a blog is the surest sign that one is still young at heart :) ”.

Here, I read with a child-like wonder. Words that were deeper, simpler than my daily prayers. They made me listen and surrender. They confirmed my trust that the every day begins to remind that all want the same things _”to be happy and be loved”

This blog has just laid its foundation, its building and it is growing. She writes to tell about a wonderful life lived, and is going strong with the every U-turn she takes with her new acquired Red Maruti Alto.

I am with her on the longest journey which begins from my mind into my heart …

2006-07-16T17:26:00.000-07:00

B
E
S
T

O
F

Friends...

I know this is weird to hear
and wow it's awkward for me to say
But I was hoping if you weren't busy
we could go out on a date today

I'm not a pervert or anything
but I appreciate all your qualities
And I hope you know
that friends are one of life's rare commodities

So if you want a joyous outing of smiling
until our nice time ends
I hope you'll give me a call
and we can be best of friends

How do we see yet, be so blind ...

2006-07-13T17:27:00.000-07:00

You don't get it.
What does it matter,nothing will last .
You ask yourself, What is today?
"today is tomorrow a piece of the past".
It can never last.

The shared moments are only passing times
A piece of your heart lies forever in friends;
who never change your thoughts.

How do we see yet, be so blind

"Life is too short to live with regret"
It gets better as time goes by to look for the good,
at least give it a try ...

Completely Anonymous ?!!?

2006-07-11T19:42:00.000-07:00

Hi, "Passer By" (I wish I knew you real name) -

Namaste!

I just heard about the commuter train bombing and wanted to check to see if you are ok or if you need any kind of help.

Please let me know when you can, ok?

Blessings!
Anonymous

Dear Blogreader,
I received this short caring message this morning, I extend this to one and all in mumbai.
I pray for peace, love and care.

I don't have a death wish ...

2006-07-11T04:20:00.000-07:00

A broken heart, a trembling mind and a bleeding soul
Are what were left behind when you went with the waves

I keep trudging along our cherished memories
Did they realize that you were the right, me the left, treading together the desert and woods alike;
You my inspiration and my company your delight.

We balanced each other but now I remain collapsed;
I‘ve nothing left , but Faith that things will become easier; and keep me alive

Going on does not come easily as many see it to be

I recall all the good times we shared through all the years
The pain I feel will be within; until my fading day
Will we ever meet in this vast expanse before me.

No … I don’t have a death wish only feel loneliness and pain
That grows with every touching wave, but not taking me away .

pencilsoverpen

2006-07-09T06:04:00.000-07:00

I was using it for a crossword puzzle book at the airport. The pages of the book were soft, I was irritated as my pencil refused to write at times. I always carry pencils rather than a pen in my handbag.

Pencils have always had a place in my heart. They write well on regular paper. I attend seminars and find they provide with pencils rather than a pen. I can chew, stomp a pencil, it still works. It needs no ink or battery to operate. It floats too. And can work just fine after getting wet.

My pencil also has a small “better than nothing” eraser at its one end. This encourages me to make mistakes. Wise men advice and encourage mistakes. The best thing about with a pencil is that you can change by simply erasing it.

Pencils can do extraordinary things, they are best for tagging plants; graphite does not fade in the sun, Pencils can be handy when you need to stir your coffee or tea ( not always you can locate a spoon ) incidentally the eraser adds a nice flavor to it. Pencils can be used as toothpicks and they are world-class back scratchers!

Like pens, pencils too are mightier than the sword, And you can hide this sword between your wrist, shirt sleeve and between you socks and ankles. An average pencil can be sharpened 17 times, write 45,000 words or draw line 35 miles long. No doubt, that is why Ernest Hemingway used pencils for writing.

When I was in class two, I remember my classmate tell me, that one could make an eraser at home. She explained the procedure. I was happy to have learnt it. I shared this news with my younger sister, and we both decided to experiment it. We smuggled a box of 12 pencils from the stationery cupboard. Sharpened each pencil to the very end of it. This valuable dust we placed in a clean bottle, added lots of perfume ( this bottle of perfume was gifted to Mom) some glue and a little water. As per, her instructions, to protect this solution from sunlight, we placed this bottle in the extreme, dark corner of the wardrobe ( the way mom kept her pickle Jars).

My friend confirmed, that in a couple of days this would set (like jelly or custard) and soon we would have home-made eraser … wow!!!

... And On One Valentine's Day

2006-07-04T00:00:00.000-07:00

Life went on monotonously. One valentine's day a letter arrived to her surprise. She tore open the envelope with a slight tremble

No letter was there except a few dry petals of a rose. Even though they were dry, the fragrance of them seemed so fresh.

She stared at them in wonder.

She noticed that something was scribbled on them. She took them out gently and placed them on her palm with utmost care.

They only said: "I erred everywhere in the name of love only".

Why does a true love ... ???

2006-07-03T19:04:00.000-07:00

The sages tell us that this is one of the higher orders of love, and I wonder if they may indeed be right.. Most people already love their children in this way.

But, could we not, gradually, try to extend this kind of acceptance to other persons in our lives? For the more that we can bring acceptance into our lives, even in a small way, the closer we come to understanding true love.

Why can't we find
Feelings so gentle their power mightn't smother
Lavished onto one but not reflected to the other
Maybe caring mirrored but not to awe-worthy perfection
Why does a true love flow in only one direction?

Where did it go
Mystery so shrouded that we cannot pierce its veil
Magic only to be found in fanciful kids' tale
Fires of forever but requited with rejection
Why does a true love flow in only one direction?

I pound my fist
In wonder, was there a sign I missed
Some clue as to why you don't return my kiss

Leaving me lost in heart-aching perplexion
With a love that burns true ...... but not in both directions

Did you hear it ?

2006-06-29T21:06:00.000-07:00

A big HELLO to all my blogreaders.
I was away, but am back now

One message I received in my absence which read as :

Hi! pass_erby, where are you? have you pass_edaway!! ... LOL

My lovely readers I did miss visiting your blogs and I missed commenting on your posts!

Did you hear it?

A raindrop fell down
All the way from the heaven's clouds
To the cold, hard earth below,
Leaving a splatter on a rock.
Did you hear it?

A leaf fell from a tall, strong oak,
Bumping into twigs and branches,
Rocked gently by the breezes,
Then lighting on the blades of grass.
Did you hear it?

The wind tossed a tumbleweed
Across the desert,Over rocks,
Between passing cars, unscathed.
Did you hear it?

Cat paws walk with careful stealth
Across the yard
While sparrow lifts itself from an egg-filled nest
To save itself.
Did you hear it?

An eye twinkles in a weary face
Releasing a tear
To trail down a cheek, over quivering lip,
To fall on a breaking heart.
Did you hear it?

by Barbara ...

You're this close to my heart ...

2006-06-19T22:18:00.000-07:00

Three sons left home, went out on their own and prospered. Getting back together, they discussed the gifts that they were able to give to their elderly mother.

The first said, "I built a big house for our mother.

"The second said, "I sent her a Mercedes with a driver."

The third said, "I've got you both beat. You know how Mom enjoys reading the Bible and you know she can't see very well? I sent her a large brown parrot that can recite the entire Bible. It took twenty 12 years to teach him. I had to pledge to contribute $1,000,000 a year for twenty years but it was worth it. Mom just has to name the chapter and verse and the parrot will recite it.

"Soon thereafter, Mom sent out her letters of thanks.

She wrote to the first son, "Milton, the house you built is so huge. I live in only one room, but I have to clean the whole house."

She wrote to the second son, "Marvin, I am too old to travel. I stay home all the time, so I never use the Mercedes and the driver is SO rude.

"She wrote to the third son, "Dearest Melvin, you were the only son to have the good sense to know what your mother likes. The chicken was delicious."

The best gift I ever had: My father

2006-06-14T16:23:00.000-07:00

Words from my heart
.... for my loving dad

I will never know the innumerable times you held me high, to make me gaze into the wonderful sky; to see the twinkle in my eye.
I will never know the innumerable times, your hands pray that I be born as your daughter
I will never know the innumerable times, you made me call ' Father'

I see your hands when you raise to bid me goodbye, how tired are they for raising me up.
You cherished me in my darkest moments and your tired hands comforted me
This place in my heart loves you, and I am proud to hear you say ...
"My daughter call me, My Father“…

miles to go before I sleep ...

2006-06-14T08:36:00.000-07:00

Frost is one of my favourites.
And this piece never fails to uplift my spirits....

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep ...

Mis_understood

2006-06-12T19:07:00.000-07:00

“Is it so bad then to be misunderstood? Pythagoras was misunderstood, and Socrates, and Jesus, and Luther, and Copernicus, and Galileo, and Newton, and every pure and wise spirit that ever took flesh. To be great is to be misunderstood”…

“Crows never stopped crowing since this morning, Didn't I tell you, someone is coming home for lunch?” said Mom, looking at the sky. “I need to cook an extra cup of rice” . However, when at times nobody showed up, the street dog (I and my sister had named him Dev ) enjoyed an extra meal.

I haven't seen too many crows in the place I reside. Anyway, nowadays guests sound you before they visit. The cell phone has come in handy, guests can now contact even on their way.

On the twelfth day, after grandma left for heavenly abode, Uncle took a clean banana leaf and served on it the best of all dishes prepared on that occasion. He then placed the leaf on the compound wall. He folded his hands to pray and then waited for a crow to take the servings ...

A friend told me that he enjoyed taking photographs of Crows. He felt that it was the most misunderstood of all the birds. They can be great friends if we took some time for them … (The above photograph is taken by him and it is named 'The Pensive Crows')

Seemingly trivial events, like the one involving crows and guests, have a common place with Mom till date. Yesterday I called her to tell, "I am coming home" and immediately she says, “I thought so, my friend has been crowing the whole day today on the kitchen window“...

"Cheeeeeeeeese"

2006-06-08T18:38:00.000-07:00

"SAY Cheese" it always leaves people smiling!

It was almost time for school to dismiss and a mother noticed it looked like rain. So she drove toward school to pick up her eight-year-old daughter.

She turned down the street to see her daughter running toward her down the sidewalk. A lightning bolt flashed and the little girl looked up towards the sky, smiled and then began running toward her mother's van.

Another lightning bolt flashed and again the little girl looked towards the sky, smiled and resumed running. This happened several more times until the little girl finally arrived at where her mother was parked.

Her mom immediately inquired as to the strange behavior. "Why did you keep stopping and smiling at the sky?" she asked her daughter.

"I had to, Mommy. God was taking my picture."

06-06-06

2006-06-07T04:22:00.000-07:00

It rained yesterday, and the weather changed. It was a pleasant morning and I got out of my block to feel the fresh breeze.

I walked down a tiled pathway . The hedge along the pathway was freshly pruned. The cool breeze cleared my cluttered mind, and then something wonderful and colorful caught my sight. I looked around, and picked it up. I slipped it into my pocket, and moved on my path.

I was happy to find so beautiful , shinny and colorful Blue Marble. The sight of a Marble are like happy thoughts. The last I hold such was many years ago. When Bahi(Big Bro) agreed in advance that we were playing 'for fair' (all marbles are returned to the owner).

Then I lost contact with it for the rest of the day. Late in the evening, I was helping my son with the history of Ancient Heritage of India. The chapter ran into sixty five pages, quiet a volume for him to hold interest. Around eleven thirty he left the study for his bed.

I continued, to read ...

A tinkling sound made me lift my head. I saw the saucer placed on the glass of water moved to make it. The ceiling fan was off, the windows were shut. I puzzled. I closed the book and reached to switch off the light. ..

And there on the book shelf , my eyes caught the sight of the reflecting Blue Marble, and the colours inside were spinning around, making it look so nice ...

Who's the Boss? ...

2006-06-03T01:14:00.000-07:00

http://www.sitcomsonline.com/sounds/whosthebosscd.wav

Who's the Boss? was a television sitcom.

I always found it funny and it is one of the few sit coms I would ever actually sit down to watch. And it's probably the only sit com I ever felt sad to see end. The theme song would actually entice me, make me put away whatever job i would be engaged in then. It was aired for eight seasons from 1984 to 1992.

Some shows have a magic touch!

With_You

2006-05-30T00:27:00.000-07:00

If you go

take all I own,

send me back where I came,

deny my sleep

stop my mind

take out my eyes,

take away my ears,

stop my worthless lungs

end my time.

Feel this

2006-05-29T19:06:00.000-07:00

A quick Hello to all my blogreaders.

Feel this and think,

Kindness is the language that the blind can see and the deaf can hear.

Cheers!

Lol_ly

2006-05-24T19:11:00.000-07:00

Why Do I Write?

Why I write isn't just because there's content crying out to be heard. I write because I like the me who writes. I like the high I get when something good comes out, when funny or painful words roll out in waves. When the surf is up, I want to be in it. When it isn't, I still like paddling around. It feels like my natural element.

This is not exactly 'why I write'.
‘I write’ because of little lollies (like a polo with the hole but not a mint)

My mother after she got married moved to a Metro city. Her maiden days were spent in rural areas of southern parts of India. No sooner, she got busy with her kids and her marital responsibilities, she found it difficult to keep in touch with her Mother.

Grandma lived alone. Mom was not lazy but she put things off, delayed doing things, thinking that it will be done.

This made Grandma worry. Worry for all of us. Her letters were often delayed.
One Summer vacation grandma suggested, why not dictate your letters. This way she could get her letters in time. So they both settled for me to be their future 'Writer'. One reason being I write very clean and tidy among all their loving kids.

So began that connection between mom and grandma through my first dictated, handwritten letters. The content of these letters remained the same for many. But they meant a lot for grandma.

For all those handwritten letters every summer vacation Grandma kissed me a little hard, gave me lollies and asked me not to share them with anyone …

I write, because grandma told me to Write with her kisses and lollies.
This is the fact.

For_A _Day

2006-05-23T17:41:00.000-07:00

I hear your heart is made of steel
like the hundreds of bridges I have crossed
can you give it away
for a day
this temptation
to dwell with your heart,if I steal;
to replace it with my heart
for a day

A_Comment i received

2006-05-23T01:13:00.000-07:00

this is to passerby55:

what the fuck. why are you even writing to pradeep? do you like to torment people you say you like? are you mental? i've held my tongue because of pradeep, but i can't anymore. he won't like that i'm posting this, but i will not just sit by as some two faced commenter on PRADEEP'S blog(not your own blog) insults him with every comment she makes.

you try to hide your insults with petty sweet talking about him and try to give him wise advice about what he posts, like you are some priest. but i have to say it's a rather sorry way of going about it.

if you disagree with pradeep so damn much, go post it on your own blog. even comment on his post that you have something to say about this post on YOUR OWN BLOG.

do you get your kicks from putting others down for no reason? what pradeep choice those 9 years ago did effect other people in his personal life. but are you apart of his personal life? no, you are not. so why are you trying to judge it?

take a hint from pradeep's other readers and keep to the positive notes rather then drag him and others down with your negative comments hidden in sickingly sweet nothings.

yes it's your freedom to write what you want, but it's damned rude and mean and vindictive to go on other people's comments and tear them down. go bitch about him in your own blog.

and just for the record i think he made a great decision back then that was very selfless and honorable. so go fuck yourself.

Dear Blogreader:
i wanted to preserve this comment.
Thankyou for reading it!

DE_Lighted

2006-05-18T17:01:00.000-07:00

The most visible creators are those artists whose medium is life itself.

The ones who express the inexpressible -without brush, hammer, clay, or guitar.

They neither paint nor sculpt.

Their medium is simply being.

Whatever their presence touches has increased life.

They see, but don't have to draw...

Because they are the artists of being alive

This photograph has been taken by my Friend, who is a lecturer in an arts college. Photography is his hobby. He took this shot when he was at the bus stop These two kids were on the bus off to school.

"Aren't these kids a delight to watch?"

We can never imitate a child. We have to have one within us to express the inexpressible. To spread happiness and feel happy.

Lil Mizfit ... My Fair Lady.

2006-05-17T17:28:00.000-07:00

Lil Mizfit has nothing but fascination to dream,to write, to do all the crazy. She is a girl with courage and passion. An optimist by Nature.

Not much in my recent past, I sat at my desk social networking. I got myself introduced to a young bachelor. He lives in the capital city of India. He left education at an early age, got himself employed as a Chauffeur. He could hardly type in English, but he made an attempt. We shared no other language in common, but we were able to strike a conversation. He realised that i appreciated creative writing.

It was this young man who took me to http://deviantcore.blogspot.com/

I read the intelligent and extremely articulate woman in front of me, its quiet hard to imagine she has what I humorously describe as a crazy, accompanied with wit and wisdom. Since then every morning i visit her blog. She never fails to update her blog, she comes to write the simple, practical world around her. I know that she loves to read, she eats Water Melon. She visits the Gym, she lives in a small apartment as a PG. She works hard, she gets promotions. I have read all her posts, and i wonder how her little brain works to imagine the impossibles. She truly amazes me.

Its was through her blogroll i read many others. Little does she know it was her blog that inspired me to enroll and create my world as you all know as "getting it write". My first ever comment was for her post.

I lay a badge of honor on her chest, a chest which holds a beautiful heart, a beautiful mind.

A Little Mom-ishness

2006-05-12T01:13:00.000-07:00

I knew she would rush to the door behind me , with her loud and clear voice, “Have you taken your handkerchief?”. .She never fails to remind me. Handkerchief for me are so mom-ish a thing .
The hours I am away from her, It is the handkerchief that gives me her company. Every time I wipe the sweat off my face, I have a bad cold, I spill water on my desk, her handkerchief comes to my rescue.

I distinctly remember my nursery days , I had a matching handkerchief pinned up on the left hand side of my uniform, A red cloth with the name of the school embroidered on it in yellow. These were those special ones ( big enough to be a called a napkin). Years rolled by, and so did those napkin days.

I forget to carry them, so do I forget that they need to be laundered.
“Handkerchiefs have to be washed everyday, Why have I to remind you every time, about your handkerchief?”. . there mom goes again!

I carry a handkerchief , simple, plain and made of cotton. I also lose many of them. You can never find a lost handkerchief , and never can you find one in the lost and found property , no one cares to deposit them there.

As I cast around for gift ideas, I glance on the most mom-ish thing for me. This handkerchief with “Bless You” embroidered on it! A little Mom_ishness goes a long way.

She is the woman to whom I wish all the best out of life and love.
I love you mom!

"Finnegan" The Squirrel

2006-05-08T17:37:00.000-07:00

For about as long as she can remember, Debby Cantlon says, friends and strangers have brought her animals in need. So it wasn't much of a surprise when someone asked her if she'd care for a newborn squirrel found at the base of a tree somewhere near Renton.

Debby Cantlon, who plans to release Finnegan, the young squirrel, back into the wild, bottle-fed the infant squirrel after it was brought to her house. Cantlon, who has cancer, says rescuing injured animals is therapeutic for her.

When Cantlon took in the tiny creature and began caring for him, she found herself with an unlikely nurse's aide: her pregnant Papillon, Mademoiselle Giselle.

Finnegan was resting in a nest in a cage just days before Giselle was due to deliver her puppies.

Cantlon and her husband watched as the dog dragged the squirrel's cage — twice — to her own bedside before she gave birth.

Cantlon was concerned, yet ultimately decided to allow the squirrel out — and the inter-species bonding began.

Finnegan rides a puppy mosh pit of sorts, burrowing in for warmth after feeding, and eventually working his way beneath his new litter mates.

Two days after giving birth, mama dog Giselle allowed Finnegan to nurse; family photos and a videotape show her encouraging him to suckle alongside her litter of five pups.

Now, Finnegan mostly uses a bottle, but still snuggles with his "siblings" in a mosh pit of puppies, rolling atop their bodies and sinking in deeply for a nap.

Finnegan and his new litter mates, five Papillion puppies, get along together as if they were meant to.

Finnegan naps after feeding.

Finnegan makes himself at home with his new litter mates, nuzzling nose-to-nose for a nap after feeding.

A _Tribute

2006-05-04T19:01:00.000-07:00

One SONG can spark a moment
One FLOWER can wake the dream
One TREE can start a forest
One BIRD can herald spring
One SMILE begins a friendship

One HANDCLASP lifts a soul
One STAR can guide a ship at sea
One WORD can frame the goal
One VOTE can change a nation

One SUNBEAM lights a room
One CANDLE wipes out darkness
One LAUGH will conquer gloom
One STEP must start each journey
One WORD must start a prayer
One HOPE will raise our spirits

One TOUCH can show you care
One VOICE can speak with wisdom
One HEART can know what is true
One LIFE can make a difference.

This post is a tribute to all my Blog readers. I thank them for taking the time to read my posts and keeping words of appreciation and encouragement. They are all wonderful people who have made a world of difference to me.

My Unique_Ones.
Dreamyeyes,MIzfit, GHB, Wild reeds, Ajay, Priya, Bhakti, Icy_highs, N_armstrong, Saby,Pradeep, Saurin,D'yer M'aker, Hermit chords, Nomadic Waves , chocoboy.

Thankyou.

A_Soared _Spirit

2006-05-01T19:17:00.000-07:00

This Incident in his life sent my spirits soaring ...

I was a peaceful soul walking by the lonely shores. The sound of the wind and the music of the waves gave me the serenity my soul sought. The past years, I was struggling, chasing life.

Now I think I found my calm.I walked through the soft sand and viewed the beautiful, red horizon. At my back was a cliff, standing like a giant guarding its calmness. For a moment, I felt someone was watching. I felt the presence of the giant. When I looked up the cliff I saw a soul not a giant. I watched him there, his feet were at the very edge of a rock, some twenty meters or more above. He was staring at the red horizon.

I was thinking of what to say or do. Should I call him up? If I did catch his attention, he could be caught off balance and plunge to death. I could feel the whizz of the wind up there, for his hair was blown by it. "My name's Ed," finally I shouted. He only stared down blankly. "I have no one to talk to, I'm all alone." The last word must have caught his attention. Indeed, loneliness can bring anyone to such despair."If you want, I'll climb up there," still shouting and thinking of a way to reach him and beat time before death would claim this man's destiny.

If I was going to pass by the right side, go to the back of the cliff where a road would lead me to him, there could be no time for me to save him. This man was not himself. I know it. I was there once.I decided that there was no other way but to climb the cliff in front of me, a vertical ascent. The rocks and the eroding soil could lead me back down, and I could face death ahead of him. Or, we could be together to our deaths. A force was driving me to get to him - save him. In that twenty meters above, his face was clear to my vision - a very lonely and frustrated face so full of the negative forces of hell or what.

I made my first steps up. Stones and earth kept falling down. I was focused at him, the man was still in his former position - his feet glued at the very edge of the rock, never uttering a word. Now, while I was ascending, various thoughts were in my mind. What right words should I utter to get his attention? At about half of my way, I thought of something to ask of him."Do you know the story of Jesus and Mary?" A point-blank question. Couldn't think of anything except those two words; so many bright ideas about life you want to relay but they just slip from your mind in this kind of emergency. I didn't bother looking up at the guy anymore. I was concentrated on my climb... and my story to tell. "He was killed ... killed in front of her," I shouted.

Careful of my feet and hands not to make a false move, I realized I was also telling a passionate story, this as tears were streaming from my eyes.

Was I in a situation that I had to choose which life to save, mine or this stranger's? Nonetheless, I was in the most happy moment of my life, finally I was doing something worthwhile - saving a life so precious, and I didn't care who this stranger was.

I reached the top, and he reached for my hand. We just sat there at the top of the rock and witnessed the beautiful sunset.

The red sun slowly, and beautifully disappeared.
Hasn't God made life tough?
Yeah! But it is wonderful.

The_Sublime

2006-04-27T23:31:00.000-07:00

Kapra sarkha Jalnah, ( to burn like camphor)
Malah Kdheech Ptat nahi ( i never would agree to)
tt sh Jal nyath Maj hii Naa nahi ( though i don't mind to burn so)
Pun shev tee Ka heech Urat Nahi. (but then nothg wld remain behind)

Would nothing, absolutely nothing, remain behind?
Who are such?
I questioned myself, several times.

Those who have achieved success, who have lived well,
laughed often and loved much; get the trust of pure woman, respect of the intelligent men and the love of little children; Who never failed to appreciate the beauty of the earth, air, water, fire.

WHo left the World Better than they found it.

Dear Blogreader:
They left behind 'An Inspiration' ; 'A benediction'.

Not_Just_Yet

2006-04-20T05:08:00.000-07:00

Written for those who have experienced impossible love:

Not Just Yet...
Until the early hours of the morning,
I sit here at my window,
Watching the silent streets,thinking of you, of us.....
It has been such a hard lesson to learn,
That the once in a lifetime love is not a myth,
That such a love given, is not always returned,
That reality does not matter to the heart, it wants what it wants.
And as I look up at the moonless sky,
The stars beginning to fade with the first light of the day,
I tell myself that it is perhaps time to put thoughts of you behind,
But my heart refuses –
Not just yet.

My hurt vanity stirs up anger when it finds me still,
Listening just for your phone call,
Looking, among the many emails received in a day,just for yours,
My feet, guiding the unwilling me, to those places where
I just might accidentally bump into you.
I tell myself that it is perhaps time to avoid those places,
But my heart refuses –
Not just yet.

And these dreams that are grounded in unreality;
You and me, working together, laughing, Going for long drives, talking about everything, Sometimes, just enjoying the comfortable silences,
You, smiling, as I patiently try to explain the Troilet,
You, vainly suppressing your laughter, while I glare back,
As you watch me using the cordless power drill,
Me, the confirmed vegetarian, urging you to let go Of the catch while we go fishing together,
You, hastily gulping down water
After the first mouthful of the spicy Indian lunch I prepared for you,
You and me, watching sci-fi together,Or bantering and playing scrabble after dinner,
Or traveling to India – to the deserts of Rajasthan
And the coconut lagoons of Kerala.......
I tell myself that it is perhaps time to put these dreams aside,
But my heart dreams on –
You come up behind me and hug me, your arms around my waist

And I glance back at you with shy smile.....Well.... dreams never hurt anybody,

I’ll put them aside.... some day...., but......
Not Just Yet..... Not Just Yet........

get_over _it

2006-04-13T05:18:00.000-07:00

I am trying to figure out what to do with memories - both the good ones and the bad ones. Seems there is a lot of emotion tied to both. Memories that have physical evidence of stuff tie you down. Do bad memories hold us back? and do good ones give us illusions about the future? I know things change, because I have later laughed at things that gave me grief. But I am getting older and may not have time to "get over it".

It is hard with emotionally charged things. You cannot discard, you can never throw them away.
Infact you preserve them because they make you laugh or cry. They enliven everything around you.

When he was around he misplaced them, kept them in all wrong places. Searching them was everyone's duty in the house. They were plain and simple, he handled them with care, but he kept misplacing them. Misplaced things have to be searched till they are found. If he misplaced them, late in the evening, they had to be in the deep freezer, at those hours he enjoyed a drink and would help himself with icecubes. To refine our search we asked him, what time did he last see through them. He had a good memory for everything, but only for his misplaced spectacles.
He was proud that he Only misplaced; never lost them.

Last evening, I saw them in my closet drawer. They remain there forever now, never to be misplaced again...

Dear blogreader:
Memories tied to with impermanence thing, never fade, isn't it?

real_nuts

2006-04-09T18:58:00.000-07:00

On the outskirts of town, there was a big old pecan tree by the cemetery fence.
One day two boys filled up a bucketful of nuts and sat down by the tree, out of sight, and began dividing the nuts.
"One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me," said one boy.
Several were dropped and rolled down toward the fence.

Another boy came riding along the road on his bicycle. As he passed, he thought he heard voices from inside the cemetery.
He slowed down to investigate. Sure enough, he heard,
"One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me." He just knew what it was.
"Oh my," he shuddered, it's Satan and the Lord dividing the souls at the cemetery.

He jumped back on his bike and rode off. Just around the bend he met an old man with a cane, hobbling along.
"Come here quick," said the boy, "you won't believe what I heard. Satan and the Lord are down at the cemetery dividing up the souls.
"The man said, "Beat it kid, can't you see it's hard for me to walk."
When the boy insisted, though, the man hobbled to the cemetery.

Standing by the fence they heard, "One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me."
The old man whispered, "Boy, you've been tellin' the truth. Let's see if we can see the devil himself." Shaking with fear, they peered through the fence, yet were still unable to see anything. The old man and the boy gripped the wrought iron bars of the fence tighter and tighter as they tried to get a glimpse of Satan.

At last they heard, "One for you, one for me. And one last one for you. That's all.

Now let's go get those nuts by the fence, and we'll be done."

Dear blogreader:
They say the old guy made it back to town five minutes before the boy.

Ahem!

2006-03-31T05:16:00.000-08:00

"Every time I swept the floor, I found spent match sticks in various corners, and close to each of these sticks would lie a dead insect. I looked closely. I saw that the insect had been killed first and then scorched.
Finding seared dead bodies, in different corners of my sweet home, left me confused."

Then one fine evening it all revealed..

An insect flew through the window, of my son's study room. His final examinations were on; so naturally he was very much at his desk studying hard. No sooner, he saw this handsome insect. He ran in the direction of the kitchen closet.

I was reading the morning newspaper. It was five thirty, in the evening.

I see my son rush, get the insect repellent and now ready to kill this handsome insect.

Me: why do you need to kill it.
He: It may bite
Me: Stop, that spray, that odour, gives me a headache.
He : …sppprrraayinggg…….ah! dead.

Then, back to the kitchen gets a match box, goes into his room and takes the dead insect to a corner.

Me: "Why do you need the match box? What are you upto?"

Without giving me a look, “It needs a decent burial".

Dear Blogreader:
This incident is a year old...
I shared it.
Ahem!

WOE__MEN

2006-03-29T21:52:00.000-08:00

By the time the Lord made woman, He was into his sixth day of working overtime.

An angel appeared and said, "Why are you spending so much time on this one?"
And the Lord answered, "Have you seen my spec sheet on her?
She has to be completely washable, but not plastic, have over 200 movable parts, all replaceable and able to run on diet coke and leftovers, have a lap that can hold four children at one time, have a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart -and she will do everything with only two hands."

The angel said, "Only two hands!?
That's too much work for one day.
The Lord protested. "I am so close to finishing this creation that is so close to my own heart. She already heals herself when she is sick AND can work 18 hour days."

The angel moved closer and touched the woman
"But you have made her so soft,Lord."
"She is soft," the Lord agreed, "but I have also made her tough. You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish."

"Will she be able to think?", asked the angel.
The Lord replied, "Not only will she be able to think, she will be able to reason and negotiate."

The angel then noticed something, and reaching out, touched the woman's cheek. "Oops, it looks like you have a leak in this model. I told you that you were trying to put too much into this one."
"That's not a leak," the Lord corrected, "that's a tear!"
"What's the tear for?" the angel asked.

The Lord said, "The tear is her way of expressing her joy, her sorrow, her pain, her disappointment, her love, her loneliness, her grief and her pride."

The angel was impressed. "You are a genius, Lord. You thought of everything! Woman is truly amazing."

Dear BLogreader,
HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN, ITS THAT THEY SOMETIMES FORGET THEIR WORTH

wake _me _up

2006-03-25T04:14:00.000-08:00

You are lucky, if a rooster lives near you, you have a built-in waker-upper. A non-alarming way to awaken.

The alarm clock is a form of violence. When a clanging alarm clock goes off , don't we feel like throwing it out the window and shoot it with a rifle.
Alarms are connected with danger: burglary, fire, air raid. They contribute to the part of fear. Why should one wake-up by inducing fear?.
The alarm shocks me out of the dream state and into my rational mind. My dreams simply don’t have a chance to catch up. They are shaken and then they vanish. It is a crude and rude way of wake-up-call.

It is believed that the soul travels when we are asleep. Thus, it is very important that the sleeper is brought gently to wakefulness so that his or her soul might find its way back. Of course, people awakened do not die. But something gets lost when we are awakened sharply and suddenly. It is our dream consciousness that loses its way back to the waking state.

A rooster, the hugs of a toddler or nuzzling of a dog are preferable to electronic buzzing to welcome my day!

wishing you a very long life

2006-03-23T20:20:00.000-08:00

God created the mule, and told him, "You are mule. You will work constantly from dusk to dawn, carrying heavy loads on your back. You will eat grass and lack intelligence. You will live for 50 years."
The mule answered, "To live like this for 50 years is too much. Please, give me no more than 20."
And it was so.

Then God created the dog, and told him, "You are dog. You will hold vigilance over the dwellings of Man, to whom you will be his greatest companion. You will eat his table scraps and live for 25 years."
The dog responded, "Lord, to live 25 years as a dog like that is too much. Please, no more than 10 years."
And it was so.

God then created the monkey, and told him, "You are monkey. You shall swing from tree to tree, acting like an idiot. You will be funny, and you shall live for 20 years."The monkey responded, "Lord, to live 20 years as the clown of the world is too much. Please, Lord, give me no than 10 years."
And it was so.

Finally,
God created Man and told him, "You are Man, the only rational being that walks the earth. You will use your intelligence to have mastery over the creatures of the world. You will dominate the earth and live for 20 years."

The man responded, "Lord, to be Man for only 20 years is too little. Please, Lord; give me the 20 years the mule refused, the 15 years the dog refused, and the 10 years the monkey rejected."

And so God made Man to live 20 years as a man, then marry and live 20 years like a mule working and carrying heavy loads on his back.
Then, he is to have children and live 15 years as a dog, guarding his house and eating the leftovers after they empty the pantry;
then, in his old age, to live 10 years as a monkey, acting like an idiot to amuse his grandchildren.

And it is so ...

should i or should i not!

2006-03-22T17:42:00.000-08:00

The mind,
What shall we call it?
It is the sound of the breeze
That blows through the pines
In the Indian-ink pictures

What is in your mind, sometimes is difficult to put in words.

Dear Blogreader one way is:
Make it up and find a way to experience it!

hear no evil,speak no evil, see no evil.

2006-03-19T18:41:00.000-08:00

I overheard this. By practising Evil you can be Supervillain.
I found this evil quiz. Go find if you have the potential to become one.

( If you don't want to give this test, please scroll down for a question).
Maybe you would like to answer it. Thankyou.

Evil Quiz
QUESTION #1: How do you start your morning routine?
A) Wake up at 6:00 A.M. and sing merrily in the shower!
B) A five mile jog and rigorous set of exercises.
C) Hit the snooze alarm for the tenth time in as many minutes.
D) Have a cup of coffee, read the daily newspaper and then plot the downfall of western civilization.

QUESTION #2: Which of the following job skills do you possess?
A) Excellent management potential.
B) Ability to focus on the task at hand.
C) Looking busy whenever the boss walks by.
D) How to explain your master plan in under sixty seconds.

QUESTION #3: What did you want to be when you grew up?
A) A policeman
B) A doctor
C) A ballerina
D) Supreme dark overlord of all mankind. Either that or a lawyer.

QUESTION #4: Do you have any pets?
A) A big lovable dog.
B) A bird of some sort.
C) An iguana.
D) A white furry cat that you stroke constantly.

QUESTION #5: How do you normally spend your weekends?
A) Sports activities in the great outdoors.
B) Watching television.
C) Hanging out with friends.
D) Constructing doomsday devices in your basement.

QUESTION #6: What are your religious beliefs?
A) Monotheistic: Christian, Jewish, Muslim
B) Pantheistic: Buddhist, Hindu, Pagan
C) Atheist or Agnostic
D) I am actually an ancient Babylonian God awoken from a terrible sleep and destined to destroy all mankind.

QUESTION #7: What torments you in your greatest nightmares?
A) A fiery building from which you cannot escape.
B) Monsters that tear you limb from limb.
C) Your ex-wife demanding alimony payments.
D) Unicorns, rainbows, and puppy dogs with big eyes.

QUESTION #8: What would you say is the greatest threat to society today?
A) Crime, drugs, and gangs.
B) Corporations run amok.
C) Nuclear war.
D) Me.

QUESTION #9: What is your normal reaction whenever confronted by a holy symbol, garlic, silver weapon or holy water?
A) Feel the divine light surround your spiritual aura.
B) Bewildered confusion.
C) Chuckle at their superstitious beliefs.
D) Run away while screaming: "It burns! It burns!"

QUESTION #10: It's the end of the world. An atomic blast has just leveled the cities and destroyed the human race. Mutants now walk the streets and the seas have boiled away to nothing. You've just seen your best friend torn to pieces, and civilization as you know it is over. Do you...
A) Vow to someday rebuild society.
B) Double over in grief and wait for a painful death.
C) Try to remember the plot to "The Road Warrior."
D) Congratulate yourself on a job well done.

ANSWERS
A's, B's or C's - You unfortunately do not possess the necessary qualities to be an evil supervillain.
D's - Excellent.

Dear Blogreader,
Which do you think is the worst evil to do(Speak/hear/ See)? and Why?

meeeow // bowwow

2006-03-16T20:45:00.000-08:00

We have dog lovers, then we have cat lovers; and people who are inbetween:they love both.

I shall call CL for Cat lovers,DL for dog lovers BL for the inbetweens.

CL: I prefer the cat,dogs want to kill cats thats evil.
DL: Don't your cats kill mice?? is that holy

BL: I have both. 2 cats and 2 dogs. I love all of them but I think it depends on the animal's personality.

CL: dogs misbehave more than cats. They always ruin the rug and the mat.
DL: Cats are trouble-makers. they mess with neighbors' rubbish cans.

BL: hey, stop fighting, CL buy a dog and DL buy a cat, and find out which makes a better pet?

CL: No way! i am buying another cat
DL: me another Dog....
CL: dogs need all
DL: Cats want all

BL: Mine don't. I need,I want them

Alonetime : Solitude

2006-03-09T01:15:00.000-08:00

We often mistake Solitude as a Negative aspect.
The dictionary too is wrong, it says solitude is lonely.
Solitude is not lonely its 'alonetime'.
Alonetime is what helps to learn who we are. To function at our peak, we need to know ourselves, and alonetime provides time for self-examination.

The degree of solitude we each require is partly inborn and partly learned. People who are more introverted will feel a greater need for solitude than those who are extroverted. But from a very early age, we all need at least some alonetime.

A perfect alonetime is in the womb, but it's unfortunate that we're too young to appreciate it. Once we're born into this world, we get surrounded. We loose our solitude.

Dear Blogreader, find time for Alonetime, a time you ones experienced in the womb.

three easy questions

2006-02-27T18:28:00.000-08:00

THE DAY FINALLY ARRIVED. FORREST GUMP DIES AND GOES TO HEAVEN. HE IS AT THE PEARLY GATES, MET BY ST PETER HIMSELF. HOWEVER, THE GATES ARE CLOSED AND FORREST APPROACHES THE GATEKEEPER. ST PETER SAYS,"WELL FORREST , IT IS CERTAINLY GOOD TO SEE YOU !

WE HAVE HEARD A LOT ABOUT YOU. I MUST TELL YOU THOUGH, THE PLACE IS FILLING UP FAST AND WE HAVE BEEN ADMINISTERING AN ENTRANCE EXAMINATION FOR EVERYONE

THE TEST IS SHORT, ONLY 3 QUESTIONS , BUT YOU HAVE TO PASS IT BEFORE YOU CAN ENTER HEAVEN.
FORREST RESPONDS"IT SHORE IS GOOD TO BE HERE ST. PETER SIR. NOBODY EVER TOLD TOLT ME BOUT NO ENTRANCE EXAM. SHORE DO HOPE THE TEST AINT TOO HARD;
LIFE WAS A BIG ENUFF TEST AS IT WAS.ST PETER GOES ON, "I KNOW FORREST, BUT THE TEST IS ONLY 3 QUESTIONS.
1) WHAT 2 DAYS OF THE WEEK BEGIN WITH THE LETTER T?
2 HOW MANY SECONDS ARE THERE IN A YEAR?
3)WHAT IS GOD'S FIRST NAME?"
HE did give amazing answers.
Dear Blogreader how would you answer them?

why parrots are evergreen.

2006-02-21T18:28:00.000-08:00

This lady approaches a priest and tells him, "Father, I have a problem.
I have these two talking female parrots, but they only know how to say one thing." "They only know how to say, 'Hi, we're prostitutes. Do you want to have some fun?'"
"That's terrible!" the priest exclaimed, "but I have a solution to your problem.
Bring your two talking female parrots over to my house and I will put them with my two male talking parrots who I taught to pray and read the bible.

My parrots will teach your parrots.
The priest's two male parrots are holding rosary beads and praying in their cage. The lady puts her female parrots in with the male parrots

The female parrots say, "Hi, we are prostitutes. Do you want to have some fun?"
One male parrot looks over at the other male parrot and exclaims, "Put the beads away. Our prayers have been answered!!!

Can i confess?

2006-01-26T19:24:00.000-08:00

A friend asked me the other day, would I like the idea of going to a confession box and confess.

Ofcourse, confessing is to tell aloud the wrongs you have done .

What is troubling me is if I can confess to the person who I did wrong. The whole act of standing and confessing, not asking for forgiveness. Plainly confessing.

Is it easy to squeeze oneself with ones own hands?... how many of us can do it ?...

i walk like you ...

2006-01-24T18:42:00.000-08:00

Do DADs make a great parent?

Many of us, dedicate our lives to our mother.. I have seen many on stage thank their Mother, in the crowd or sometimes in the heaven, for their achievements.

A child(daughter/son) wants to talk, walk like his father. A Mother teaches us how to talk and walk ... She tries hard but the child always wants to immitate his /her father.

all that matters is a character.

2006-01-11T19:06:00.000-08:00

Many of us know that there is a difference between what we see and hear.

How many realise that there is a difference between character and personality?

personality is the mask we all wear to either make us or others feel good about us, for some it is gaining importance, for some personal gains. Personality asserts me, and always around myself.

But then how do some lift above others, they think for others, they feel for others. They are always there for you at the cost of even me and myself. This is character.

Certain relations are based on personality and some on character. HOw many of us try to build relations and get connected, with a Character.

The man/Woman is then seen in a different light; the unique character shines forth, and we feel pleased or privileged to be in their company. IS this not true?

Not that all of us have forgotten, Character. But many have dumped it, lost it.

Friend ...

2005-12-25T21:25:00.000-08:00

How often is it when you find a friend
Who doesn’t care where you’ve been
Or who you are or what you’ve done
Just believes you’re special, a someone.

Someone who takes you for who you are
And thinks of you as a shining star
It doesn’t matter how near or far
Only that you stay who you are.

It only takes one person like that to be
The treasure in your life, for you will see
That they are the one who will make you know
That you should be only what you can be.