Is my life getting really boring???

I saw a very bizzarre dream this weekend night. I am not calling it bizarre cos it was far too strange. My subconscious is a master in creating strange dreams. I hardly remember of watching a normal dream, but this was BIZARRE. It was so incredibly mundane. I am blaming my subconscious for being such a waste in even creating it.

If this is what I can dream up to at a weekend night than my life is really turning too boring. I actually dreamed of cleaning crockery in the sink of my house. And I did it pretty much the same way I regularly do it. First the spoons and the bowls, then the plates. I must have woke up just before putting my hand on the serving bowl. It wasnt like I was cleaning the bowls and the water in the sink suddenly splashes up like like a huge fountain and then reshapes into a dolphin that dances all over the house. It would have been worth the creation. But this. Not at all, I was just simply, ordinarily cleaning the white porcelain crockery.

Wait, the saddest part is yet to come. After I woke up, I realized that I had actually been dreaming

about it. And the thought that popped into my head was the crockery in my dream had a yellow flower with a green stem on the right side instead of the turquoise blue border design in my original one. What a shame.

Yeah yeah, I am convinced that my life is turning out pretty boring....

Being Human.

The Delhi gang-rape victim has said to have had justice as the accused are sentenced to death. But this is just one case there are so many rapes happening every-time since ages. It is just that now people come out and speak about it. These days there is a hot topic running on news channel debates about being a woman and being a man. Everybody has his own views about being one and i need not discuss them here as you too might have got bored of such debates running everybody. But do we understand that these are just debates it has contributed nothing to the downfall of such heinous crimes. It is all running everyday about what should the men do and what the ladies should not... It is ringing alarmingly men - women -men - women - men- women - .........

But where is the human in them. The behavior of a human being in sexual matters is just a prototype for the whole of his other modes of reaction in life. Why do we have to discriminate every being into a man or a woman. Why cant we be just humans. We must learn to acknowledge the truth that everyone is the same and unique. Our first world is humanity and religion humanism. God created us as humans and expects us to be one. He doesnt expect us to be something else. He knows it that we are humans and just wants us to learn it.

I have been hearing since time that I will teach my boy respect every woman, my girl to respect ever

y man. But is it really necessary. Why cant we just rely on the concept of respecting every human being. Looking at a person must not remind us of his gender, but he being a human very much the same like us. I dont understand why do we people waste our precious time on debating the concepts of evolution and creation against each other. Isnt spiritualism and science one?? That first the souls evolve and then the bodies evolve and then this universe marries them both into a wonderful creation called human being. Why cant we just accept that??

I am just a human similar to you. We might be having differences from within but one thing is same that we are both just humans. We have to start injecting into ourselves the fact of just being a human. Nobody is superior on inferior here. We cant wait passively for millions and millions of years until we evolve a better understanding of ourselves as just the same. God created every individual with all his love to be treated equally. We all parent the best we can, we want perfection for our babies. But we first need to understand it ourselves it is easy to teach the differences but is it necessary to preach the discrimination. Lets grow ourselves into a human being than into being a man/woman.

The main thing in life is not to be afraid of being just human. We should all get obsessed

with the idea of being human. Trust me, the idea of being human is very human.

Its now, or never..

An old lady died last night from the apartment i lived. She stayed on the 3rd floor with 2 sons, 2 daughters-in-law, 3 grand children and a husband. She was a lovely woman who spoke softly to everybody and fulfilled every demand made by anybody who knew her. She died of an heart attack in the midnight. She was never a trouble to anybody despite of her age. She is gone now and at least for some time everybody is gonna miss her.

In the morning when she was brought back from the hospital something caught my attention. Everybody who was addressing her called her a body. Until last night she was called by various names aai, aaji, aunty, mummy, mini, kaku, tai. bai and so on. But now everybody was addressing her as body.

As soon as a person dies, it becomes a body. He/She no more remains the same. In a seconds time your identity becomes body.People start using phrases like "bring the body","lower the body in the grave","lift the body"...... People don't even call you by your name whom you tried to impress your whole life. You are just a body to be disposed off to all those for whom you had lived, beared all the pain, did everything in your life.

Then why do we live to impress such people for whom we become just a body in a fraction of second.  Lots of things an be fixed, things can be fixed. But many a times relationships between people cannot be fixed, because it should not be fixed. You are aboard a ship setting sail, and the other person has joined the inland circus, or is boarding a different ship, and you just cant be with each other anymore. Because you shouldn't be.

We have to forgive, we don't have to like them, we don't have to be friends with everybody, but we have to forgive them, to ignore, to overlook. Otherwise we would be ending up tying rocks to our feet heavier than our wings could carry. Why do we have to think about making life better for other people who don't even deserve us. Choose your lifes battles wisely. After all life is not counted by the battles you stood up to fight. Its not that every battle you win makes you happy. Ask yourself, Does it??? 

What counts is how many times you turned around to chose  better direction. Life is too short for anything. Fight only the most most most important battles and let the rest just go. The wildest journey is the journey to your inner self. the most exciting thing to discover is the portrait of your soul.

So take chances, spend money on everything that you love, live like a wild storm, do all the stupid things that you have always wanted to do, sing aloud in your shrilly voice, dance madly in the rain, be childlike. Do whatever you have always wanted to do.

What is important to understand is that death is not the greatest loss in life. Loss is when life dies inside you when you are alive. So celebrate this occasion called life. Its now or never....

 

Love Life!! Live Life!!

 

Bruises....

It was 11:30 p.m., time to wash off the days sweat and try to find some sleep. It was her daily routine but today something strange happened. While scrubbing her hands she found some marks. They appeared like she had acquired them in some sort of an accident she never remembered.

She ignored it and started to scrub her body and she found another mark on her leg. she was totally amused by finding some more marks on her body of which she could trace no memories. She looked herself in the mirror carefully. She had grown pale, the face shouted dullness with wrinkles showing promptly their existence. The hands had grown thin and the skin on the neck was sagging.

She found some sparkling greys too with a spectacular decrease in the overall hair density. She wondered in confusion who the lady in the mirror was. Trying to get the thought of her mind she moved briskly experiencing deep ache in her back. Closing the seat of the potty she sat down there. She definitely didnt have the energy of the youth she remembered herself from. She had turned weak, frail, doddery, hoary, senile, unvenerable, but when????

She searched back in her life to know when it happened. All she could find in the memories were her kids, hubby, family, responsibilities,mother and father-in-law, their illness, kids school, then college, hubby's work, his work tours, kids growing, finding themselves job, moving away with their partners, moving into her own house, turning the house into a home, working on every minute detail to let it find its space. But she failed to find herself and her space.

 Everything had changed, and she remembered every small transition in the change process. She had been ridiculously busy all her life. She had time for everybody who needed her everytime. She remembered everything about everyone in her life except herself. She has had everything but Where was she in her life????

She thought old age comes suddenly and not gradually as is thought. Old age is like plane through a storm , once you are aboard nothing can be done but to live with it.The complete life, the perfect pattern, includes old age as well as youth and maturity. The beauty of the morning and the radiance of noon are good, but it would be a very silly person who drew the curtains and turned on the light in order to shut out the tranquillity of the evening. Old age has its pleasures, which, though different, are not less than the pleasures of youth.

Dont HOPE...

He was on the airport waiting for his friend to be seen through the sea of people coming in. That was his life changing moment. It took place just beside him and he couldn't help but notice and wonder even though they were all strangers to him.

Straining to locate his friend coming out among the passengers, he saw a man coming towards him with handful of bags. he walked straight towards him and halted right next to him to greet his family with his arms spreading as wide as he can.

First he hugged his youngest son tightly confessing how much he missed him. The boy too in return replied "I missed you too, dad. So good to see you back." with a shy smile on his face.

Then he stood up cupping his eldest sons face in his hands who was around 10 yrs of age and said "You are already the young man. I love you very much dude.". They too hugged the most special hug.

While all this was happening the baby girl who was 2 yrs was observing all this silently through the corner of her eyes resting in her mothers arms. The man now turning to her said "Hello, my princess" stretching his hands towards her. In a second she leaped towards him to be occupied with kisses all over her sweet face. She then rest her head on his shoulder with pure contentment.

In some moments he handed over the baby to his oldest son and preceding towards his wife said "I've saved the best for the last" and gave her the most passionate and the longest kiss. He then stood holding her close and admiring. He whispered into her ears "I love you so much darling. Missed you.". They stood there holding hands and staring into each others eyes and beaming smiles.

Watching all this from beside he thought they could be newlyweds. But looking at the kids he knew they couldn't possibly be. He then realized how engrossed he was in the display of this unconditional love. He suddenly felt uncomfortable on hearing himself saying "WOW!! How long have you been married??"

"Been together for 14 and married for 12 of those" the man replied. "That's lovely, but then how long have you been away???" he inquired back in astonishment and curiosity. "Two complete days!!" once for now taking away his gaze from his wonderful wife and looking at me.

He was stunned, amazed  and shocked by the intensity of the greeting. He had thought of at least a couple of weeks, if not months. He was feeling betrayed by his thoughts.

He said almost offhandedly and with an intention of ending his intrusion "I hope, my marriage is till that passionate after 12 years."

The man suddenly stopped smiling and turned to him looking straight into the eye, holding his shoulder with both his hands and gazing right into the soul said, "Don't hope friend...... DECIDE!!! ". His smile was appearing back on his face, he held his hand and prayed "God Bless!".

The Situation....

In Washington , DC , at a Metro Station, on a cool January morning some time back, a man with a violin played the classic six Bach pieces for about a quarter hour. In that time, around 2,000 people passed by, most of them on their way to work. After about 3 minutes, a man in his 40's noticed that there was a musician playing. He slowed down a little and stopped for a few seconds, and then he hurried on to meet his schedule.
Around 5 minutes after the man passed, the violinist received his first dollar. A woman threw money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk. She did'nt even listen to what he was playing
At 6 minutes, a young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk hurriedly.
At 10 minutes, a 3-year old boy stopped, but his mother dragged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head the whole time. This action was repeated by several other children, but every parent - without exception - forced their children to move on quickly.
At 45 minutes:
The musician played continuously. Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while. About 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace. The man collected a total of $32.
After 1 hour:
He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed and no one applauded. There was no recognition at all.
No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before, Joshua Bell sold-out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100 each to sit and listen to him play the same music.
This is a true story. Joshua Bell, playing incognito in the D.C. Metro Station, was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people's priorities.
This experiment raised several questions:
*In a common-place environment, at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty?
*If so, do we stop to appreciate it?
*Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?
One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this:
If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made . . ..
How many other things are we missing as we rush through life?
Enjoy life NOW ..
it has an expiry date !

I read this a long time back in some of my favr8 glossy e-magazines ;-)
I wanted to share this today because I was running hell lot of busy and i was constantly failing to grab some cosy moments for myself. But then my hubby said what a waste it is if I am finding no time to steal a brief hug which i fancy the most.
This post was just to make a remainder to not to forget to live the sweet little moments of life in the race of making this life worth living for those moments when there will not be any life left to live.
My fellow people
Live it.... This is the perfect moment to live....It's now or never...

Love & Marriage...

One day a kid asked his granny, "What is love?"

She said, "If you want the answer to your question you will have to go in the farm where we have planted the beautiful golden corn, and bring the biggest and most beautiful looking corn."

 

But there is a rule: you can go through the field only once and cannot turn back to pick the one you have already passed."

The kid went to the field with great enthusiasm and anxiety to find the connection between the corn and love. Going through the first row, he saw a very big corn, but he thought..may be there is a bigger one later.

Then he saw another bigger one and more bigger one.. But may be there is an even bigger and beautiful ahead.

Once he had finished toiling through half of the field, he started to realize that the corn is not as big as the previous one he saw, he know he has missed the biggest one, and he regretted.

So, he ended up and went back to his granny with empty hand.

She told him, "..this is love.. You keep looking for a better one, but then later you realize, you have already missed the person.."

"What is marriage then?" he asked this time more anxious.

She replied, "Now again to find the answer for yourself this time you have to go to the wheat field and bring back the biggest one. But the rule is: you can go through them only once and cannot turn back to pick."

The kid this time more alert and careful to not repeat the mistake went to the field, when he reach the middle of the field, he had picked one medium wheat that he felt satisfied with, and come back to his granny.

she had already been waiting for him all known with what he might have done told him, "This time you have brought a wheat.. You looked for one that is just nice, and have faith and believe that this is the best one you get..
This is marriage."