"Attitude" is a simple word that makes this world look as a heaven or hell.
Scientists are shouting about brains of next generation children that they are like robotics and not well furnished with human values and affections, which causes social imbalance towards surrounding living organisms. Why? Because we are not teaching them how to look this world. We are not teaching them the value we get when we bow down to elders. We are not teaching them the happiness in giving than earning. We are not teaching them how to laugh. We are not teaching them when to cry. we are making them sensitive towards self and hard to remaining world.
How many of you now a days wishing elders by holding both hands. How many people re saying "Namathe" instead of "Hi" and "Hello". When we meet anyone on roads how many are smiling in a sense of met after long time rather looking "ho this one, why he appeared now!!! lets pass away earlier" and just saying "hi" and seeing the wrist watch 3 times in a 10 seconds of conversation and leaving from there posing as if you have an emergency meeting with CM or PM.
How many are observing these days the rhythm in a falling down leave from a tree? How many enjoying its dances in air...? How many are observing the birds flying in the sky... I am afraid How many people in these days praying the moon on the full-moon day? How many people getting impressed by seeing the full-moon?How many are getting blissed by the smell of soil after it rains?
I am surprised today to listen one of my friend asking me "yaar does flowers also have life and feeling?" My God! Acharya Jagadesh Chandra Bose not listened this who found life cells in plants and plants can react to music and noise as well in early 1927. (For more info on Acharya Jagadesh Chandra Bose look here: http://www.astrotheme.com/portraits/k94ck2ML2F72.htm)
When we are forgetting to observe all these beauty in the nature created for us, how can we teach our children? How can they learn loving the nature or at least loving the man kind or at last loving their own family?
Look around the world at least at times. See the beauty of flowers when they are blooming. Worry when those flowers are plucked. Feel the difference when flowers are on the tree and outside. See how flowers dances on the tree by moving their heads when the cool breeze touches. You too can feel the same breeze when it touches your cheeks. Try to touch the air. Try to catch the clouds shadow passing on your heads. Observe the moon coming along with you wherever you go. Tell all those stories to your children too how much you enjoyed your childhood in your home by the stories told to you by your parents or grand parents. See the innocent thoughts of children when they try to catch the image in the mirror. Try to see their happiness when they try to catch the butterflies, sometimes fell down and run again ignoring the pain.That's the winning attitude in them ignoring the obstacles.
That's why children who are grown in a family is said to be complete and perfect when they are grown under parents warnings, grand parents affection, siblings care and concerns etc etc. Children learn unity from the family. They learn the happiness in giving from their siblings. They learn beauty of nature when they play in grounds filled with plants, trees and bushes. They learn imagination from the stories told by grand parents. They learn excusing others from their mother. they learn managing by their father. That's why children mostly play a common game "Mother & Father" and imitate them mostly in their plays.
Beauty exists only when we observe it.
Huh!! My dear God!!! Save this People. Save this Nature's Beauty.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Bangaram.....mew mew
"Bangaaru" our dear white CAT. We bought it home when it is 2 months old from my grand mother village.Very lovely it is. Me , my sis and my mother cared it very much. We use to play with sticks and rope. We use to care it like a new born baby.
The second day after it came to our little sweet home, my mother named it "Shankar Dada" by seeing its activeness and rowdyism.On that day morning a dog came into our home.Usually cats run away by seeing dogs, but for our surprise it ran onto that dog for fighting. We are afraid of whether that dog might bite it, as this is small and young. But the dog ran away out of the gate.So mother named it like that. After naming it, don't know because of the power of the name, it got doing too much rowdyism even on all of us.
Three days later, when milkman called to take milk at the gate of our house, i went to take the milk in a bowl. Then this cat started shouting to keep milk in its small coconut bowl.But I didn't pour into its bowl and wantedly ignored its sounds. Then just I crossed its bowl without pouring milk, it bite my leg and started dragging my dress and went near to my mother and making sounds "mew mew meeeewww" like complaining about me. Then by laughing I poured milk but it rejected to drink even I got its mouth near the bowl. It didn't drank until my mother again took the bowl near it and made it to drink.
Then my mother changed its name to "Bangaaram" so that it may keep silent from then onwards.It really started to feel my mother as its own mother. Even it started to feel me and my sis to be competitive to my mothers love for it.
What the drama it used to play in home is unexplainable in words. Even when I return here from home, i used to talk with it in phone. Whatever questions I ask, it used to answer in the same manner. My friends are surprised at first when I told that I am talking with a cat in my home on mobile. To make them believe I used to switch on the loudspeaker in the mobile and make them listen its answers. Naturally they too got surprised.
For holidays when i return to home, i use to sleep beside my mother leaning my head on her hands. Then this one "Bangaram" is ready. How it knows I am with my mother i don't know. But it comes and straight away it gets onto my mother's stomach and act like it is in deep sleep.If I just make its leg to remove from my mother, it used to start roaring on me, by seeing into my face. What will I do? me too getting angry I used to slap on its head or drag its ears and sleep again.
Almost it became like one of the member in our family.My mother use to call as it is her son. And really it used to behave as an elder brother for me and my sis, coming competition every where.Me and my sis used to get jealous sometimes by the love my mother shows on it and it shows on my mother but we use to enjoy it.
Every Sunday morning we use to get chicken for it. It loved to eat it.How it recognises its Sunday still we are surprised, but by the Sunday morning it starts roaring and awakens us to go out and get chicken for it.Sunday will be very cinematic in our home. Every time when we go out and come into home, it used to check the bags in our hands, whether we got its chicken or not. It used to sit opposite to the main gate and not at all moves from there until we get chicken for it.Even when after bringing chicken, I used to hid it up on the racks and tease it for sometime.And then it starts dancing around our legs shouting in loud and dragging sound like "mewwwwwwwwww meeeeewwwww". Anyone who listen its shouts has to close their ears. When we take out the chicken bag outside, then it skips high to catch it and runaway from there with the bag thinking that again we come and take it.
Days passed by, then entered its heroinn too into our home, "A lady cat". This observed that lady cat with utmost curiosity. It does nothing when it drinks milk in the kitchen. Until that new cat came, this never drank milk from the kitchen without knowing to us.But this bad cat teached it too. It used to go back to back of that cat. And now has to see my mother.She is very happy thinking that his son got a daughter-in-law home. Those days were very memorable to me. Whenever i called my mother she use to tell her Bangaram's adventures and love story. Oh my god!!! i can write its biography and has to publish it, to complete all its dramas and actions.
Today its almost three weeks it left home.Without me and my sis away from home,my mother felt very alone these days. And now this too left home.Last time when i went home i even went to neighbourhood streets too to search for it, but I didn't find it anywhere. So sad these days. We are missing it much.
The second day after it came to our little sweet home, my mother named it "Shankar Dada" by seeing its activeness and rowdyism.On that day morning a dog came into our home.Usually cats run away by seeing dogs, but for our surprise it ran onto that dog for fighting. We are afraid of whether that dog might bite it, as this is small and young. But the dog ran away out of the gate.So mother named it like that. After naming it, don't know because of the power of the name, it got doing too much rowdyism even on all of us.
Three days later, when milkman called to take milk at the gate of our house, i went to take the milk in a bowl. Then this cat started shouting to keep milk in its small coconut bowl.But I didn't pour into its bowl and wantedly ignored its sounds. Then just I crossed its bowl without pouring milk, it bite my leg and started dragging my dress and went near to my mother and making sounds "mew mew meeeewww" like complaining about me. Then by laughing I poured milk but it rejected to drink even I got its mouth near the bowl. It didn't drank until my mother again took the bowl near it and made it to drink.
Then my mother changed its name to "Bangaaram" so that it may keep silent from then onwards.It really started to feel my mother as its own mother. Even it started to feel me and my sis to be competitive to my mothers love for it.
What the drama it used to play in home is unexplainable in words. Even when I return here from home, i used to talk with it in phone. Whatever questions I ask, it used to answer in the same manner. My friends are surprised at first when I told that I am talking with a cat in my home on mobile. To make them believe I used to switch on the loudspeaker in the mobile and make them listen its answers. Naturally they too got surprised.
For holidays when i return to home, i use to sleep beside my mother leaning my head on her hands. Then this one "Bangaram" is ready. How it knows I am with my mother i don't know. But it comes and straight away it gets onto my mother's stomach and act like it is in deep sleep.If I just make its leg to remove from my mother, it used to start roaring on me, by seeing into my face. What will I do? me too getting angry I used to slap on its head or drag its ears and sleep again.
Almost it became like one of the member in our family.My mother use to call as it is her son. And really it used to behave as an elder brother for me and my sis, coming competition every where.Me and my sis used to get jealous sometimes by the love my mother shows on it and it shows on my mother but we use to enjoy it.
Every Sunday morning we use to get chicken for it. It loved to eat it.How it recognises its Sunday still we are surprised, but by the Sunday morning it starts roaring and awakens us to go out and get chicken for it.Sunday will be very cinematic in our home. Every time when we go out and come into home, it used to check the bags in our hands, whether we got its chicken or not. It used to sit opposite to the main gate and not at all moves from there until we get chicken for it.Even when after bringing chicken, I used to hid it up on the racks and tease it for sometime.And then it starts dancing around our legs shouting in loud and dragging sound like "mewwwwwwwwww meeeeewwwww". Anyone who listen its shouts has to close their ears. When we take out the chicken bag outside, then it skips high to catch it and runaway from there with the bag thinking that again we come and take it.
Days passed by, then entered its heroinn too into our home, "A lady cat". This observed that lady cat with utmost curiosity. It does nothing when it drinks milk in the kitchen. Until that new cat came, this never drank milk from the kitchen without knowing to us.But this bad cat teached it too. It used to go back to back of that cat. And now has to see my mother.She is very happy thinking that his son got a daughter-in-law home. Those days were very memorable to me. Whenever i called my mother she use to tell her Bangaram's adventures and love story. Oh my god!!! i can write its biography and has to publish it, to complete all its dramas and actions.
Today its almost three weeks it left home.Without me and my sis away from home,my mother felt very alone these days. And now this too left home.Last time when i went home i even went to neighbourhood streets too to search for it, but I didn't find it anywhere. So sad these days. We are missing it much.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Silent Dreams
At times silence is more powerful weapon I say. Even some words cant replace a silence at most situations. Silence speaks much then words are spelled.
When thinking about how to know there is good relationship between two persons is when the silence makes feel good between them. When two people are best understood each other then even a minute silence is enough to transfer one's views to other.
We observe that people who speak less will express their feelings or response most often by a silent smile on their eyes. Even most of "True lovers" I say, use to speak with each other by eyes. That's why if we have power to understand other person silence, then we can write bundle of books about their views/feelings. I mentioned Views or Feelings because views can be expressed verbally but we cant always express our feelings in words then silence becomes the only language at times.
These days i think I am becoming more concerned with my forthcoming soul mate or life partner. How he is exactly I don't know but i started building some impressions on him. Like he must understand what I want and what i expect from him, just not by telling anything but with my silent smile. He must be able to understand the signals from my heart. What ever the feelings i get when I hurt or when i feel happy or even when much affection arises towards him, he just has to know by a simple deep look into my eyes. when I say like, I am fine and ok, he must see in my eyes and ask me "tell me the truth?'.
He must be just a mirror of my heart. I must lose myself in me and I see myself in him.He must be ready to bear me, my childishness, my foolishness, my philosophy, my life style, my friends, and even my fans too. He has to understand my views about how I see this real world.
When he become my heart beat, i just giveup my breath away... I close my eyes, see nothing but him or see him everywhere and in every thing my eyse can see, don't want to hear any sound but his voice...or listen his voice in every sound and in this deep silence, i just make a wish...wish of looking at him again and again forever...and make up my life a beutiful and colorful book filled with all happies and sorrows, affections and fightings, understandings and disagreements, expectations and disappointments, surprises and prayers...and a lot many....with all these just be with you......
Anyways i should not expect anything from him, how he is actually i accept him but still I expect something(s) from him. I kow that expectations most of the times leads to disappointments, but nothing is wrong in "Dreaming".... so when dreaming why to dream small, we dream of Big. So utilise your eyes top dream Big and more Big.
When thinking about how to know there is good relationship between two persons is when the silence makes feel good between them. When two people are best understood each other then even a minute silence is enough to transfer one's views to other.
We observe that people who speak less will express their feelings or response most often by a silent smile on their eyes. Even most of "True lovers" I say, use to speak with each other by eyes. That's why if we have power to understand other person silence, then we can write bundle of books about their views/feelings. I mentioned Views or Feelings because views can be expressed verbally but we cant always express our feelings in words then silence becomes the only language at times.
These days i think I am becoming more concerned with my forthcoming soul mate or life partner. How he is exactly I don't know but i started building some impressions on him. Like he must understand what I want and what i expect from him, just not by telling anything but with my silent smile. He must be able to understand the signals from my heart. What ever the feelings i get when I hurt or when i feel happy or even when much affection arises towards him, he just has to know by a simple deep look into my eyes. when I say like, I am fine and ok, he must see in my eyes and ask me "tell me the truth?'.
He must be just a mirror of my heart. I must lose myself in me and I see myself in him.He must be ready to bear me, my childishness, my foolishness, my philosophy, my life style, my friends, and even my fans too. He has to understand my views about how I see this real world.
When he become my heart beat, i just giveup my breath away... I close my eyes, see nothing but him or see him everywhere and in every thing my eyse can see, don't want to hear any sound but his voice...or listen his voice in every sound and in this deep silence, i just make a wish...wish of looking at him again and again forever...and make up my life a beutiful and colorful book filled with all happies and sorrows, affections and fightings, understandings and disagreements, expectations and disappointments, surprises and prayers...and a lot many....with all these just be with you......
Anyways i should not expect anything from him, how he is actually i accept him but still I expect something(s) from him. I kow that expectations most of the times leads to disappointments, but nothing is wrong in "Dreaming".... so when dreaming why to dream small, we dream of Big. So utilise your eyes top dream Big and more Big.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Me, Myself and My Relationships
I am thinking about myself like walking to my own life backwards, and observing the past. I had met many people. My life till now was bounded with many eternal relationships. I always try to see my life by coming away from it, and observing it from outside. Sometimes i am surprised and sometimes i am ashamed of my behaviour and sometimes so proud.I look myself with a long sigh but feel happy and proud because i love my life so much. And i am so much excited about it.
So many people connected to my life today. I enjoy those relationships completely. I live my life completely. I pay attention to every moment to make it complete.So many questions I ask myself which "I" myself didn't like to answer sometimes.
When we are younger we set goals to become big nothing much only to become like our mother or our father. Then after we go to school, we dream of becoming like our beloved teachers. Then in college we like to become our Ideal He/She whose stories may have excited us.After college, we dream of about a good job and comfortable earning life. At each stage we find and make many friends whose interests matches with us.Time goes on. Still we grow up and start finding ourselves. Then we find we are unique from all our Friends. We start finding some unique features in us which are not matching with our Friends or surrounding people. Then we start ignoring them.
Friends who are very meant for us earlier becomes nothing.And who we think nothing will become so prior in our life. At this stage our opinions and goals change. We appear to be so meant for others sometimes so silly to others. But we don't care because we reside in world of our self.
We start loving those not because of their characteristics they have but because of some characteristics which we like are there in them. Here we play a role in a multi angled love story where we love so many people and so many people loving us. We try to maintain all those relationships live.Still here too, we may lose some people and we ignore some people or ignored by some people. But we go on striving to go next level of expertise in our thoughts and behaviours.
Hope this journey goes on. At last until we live we always have to strive for better life and better thoughts. We see many angles of the life and think that, we are so much matured than others and no one ever has seen those angles which we saw. And feeling proud about it, we feel happy.
So "Feeling Good" we go on...go on...and go on...
So many people connected to my life today. I enjoy those relationships completely. I live my life completely. I pay attention to every moment to make it complete.So many questions I ask myself which "I" myself didn't like to answer sometimes.
When we are younger we set goals to become big nothing much only to become like our mother or our father. Then after we go to school, we dream of becoming like our beloved teachers. Then in college we like to become our Ideal He/She whose stories may have excited us.After college, we dream of about a good job and comfortable earning life. At each stage we find and make many friends whose interests matches with us.Time goes on. Still we grow up and start finding ourselves. Then we find we are unique from all our Friends. We start finding some unique features in us which are not matching with our Friends or surrounding people. Then we start ignoring them.
Friends who are very meant for us earlier becomes nothing.And who we think nothing will become so prior in our life. At this stage our opinions and goals change. We appear to be so meant for others sometimes so silly to others. But we don't care because we reside in world of our self.
We start loving those not because of their characteristics they have but because of some characteristics which we like are there in them. Here we play a role in a multi angled love story where we love so many people and so many people loving us. We try to maintain all those relationships live.Still here too, we may lose some people and we ignore some people or ignored by some people. But we go on striving to go next level of expertise in our thoughts and behaviours.
Hope this journey goes on. At last until we live we always have to strive for better life and better thoughts. We see many angles of the life and think that, we are so much matured than others and no one ever has seen those angles which we saw. And feeling proud about it, we feel happy.
So "Feeling Good" we go on...go on...and go on...
Friday, October 3, 2008
Happy Birthday!!!
Its just like another day,but it brings me many bunches of wishes from all my best friends and well-wishers. At this stage I look back and feel proud of what I have achieved and look ahead at all I am aiming for, with new hopes and dreams.
I feel thankful to my Mother for giving me this great life and for teaching me how to take the life as granted. I feel great for my lovely sister for her care and concern she shows and or the support she gives me in the battle of life.I am very proud for having them in my life.
I feel so happy as this Birthday bought many dreams into my eyes. I see many things happening in favor of me. I sense the good things God is preparing to give me. with all the wishes in hand and dreams in eyes, I watch the rays of sun and bow my head, for making this as a beautiful day for me.
I pray the God on this day to give me all that strength to face the challenges not with tears in eyes but with a smile on my face.I pray the God to gift me with the fruits of my friends dreams and wishes.
I feel thankful to my Mother for giving me this great life and for teaching me how to take the life as granted. I feel great for my lovely sister for her care and concern she shows and or the support she gives me in the battle of life.I am very proud for having them in my life.
I feel so happy as this Birthday bought many dreams into my eyes. I see many things happening in favor of me. I sense the good things God is preparing to give me. with all the wishes in hand and dreams in eyes, I watch the rays of sun and bow my head, for making this as a beautiful day for me.
I pray the God on this day to give me all that strength to face the challenges not with tears in eyes but with a smile on my face.I pray the God to gift me with the fruits of my friends dreams and wishes.
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