Weird combo I'm gonna put into...
What the hell, who cares???
Here it goes...
Law of conservation: Energy can neither be created nor destroyed.
True.
Nothing will be destroyed completely, it will be still there in some form. Burn a wood, you get ash. How do u destroy it??
There comes a wind, woooooooosh.. and there goes the ash... spreads wherever the wind takes it. Its still there somewhere in some end of this big earth, never destroyed.
If applied in daily life, stands true. Not in physics sense of course! I was sweeping the floor for Amma (what else to do?? vacation!) and suddenly this thought came in... It does not stand exactly with that law, but then some similarity...
The thought: (ahem ahem)
I found a place, met a friend.
Broke the ice, and joined the hearts.
Got so close, everything was shared.
Found great happiness, in little things there.
Then came a time, to take a decision.
Time to leave, decision was taken.
Heart was broken, but everything was numb.
Everything was prepared, and all was done.
Found another place, and met many friends.
Broke the ice, but hearts failed to join.
Many were there, but still there were none.
Lost the happiness, in every little things.
Then came a void, and nothing could fill.
Almost gave up, until I met thee.
Heart was healed, feelings regained.
Everything was regained, when nothing was lost.
Ahhh.. It just came out... :)
What I meant to say was, I missed something, and the void was created cos of that. I thought it was destroyed... But realized natures beauty today: Nothing can be destroyed. It still stays in one form or the other. Just like that wood burnt into ash. It has everything prepared, to replace the void. But it sends, when the time is proper. It is timed... So seems for everything else too, to me at least.
It wont exactly replace. Nothing can replace anything. Everything has a special place, in our hearts. Its that big I know. But then, some solace comes in one form or the other. That is replaced. Everything has to heal in time, and then move on with the life.
Thats life. And its really beautiful.
A beautiful poem ever written.
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Sunday, August 3, 2008
Feel the essence of life!
A lovely discovery of the discoverer!
The best discovery was the walk, which is as beautiful and fresh as that lovely spring, with birds twittering, and colourful butterflies on pretty flowers, in the background, when those two are walking...
The best walk ever!!
Kudos!
The best discovery was the walk, which is as beautiful and fresh as that lovely spring, with birds twittering, and colourful butterflies on pretty flowers, in the background, when those two are walking...
The best walk ever!!
Kudos!
Monday, June 23, 2008
Life is so simple...
Life is so simple. Meaning, it all depends on your attitude, how you make ur life to be:
And this one...
I'll title this part of my post as
They fail in their first attempt. Look at the way Calvin gives a solution to Hobbes. Even though he is hurt and fallen, he hasn't given up. This one is for me especially. Never give up your hopes... Try try try... Everything has a solution... We just need to stick our neck out and look out for options. Right?
The cartoon.. Have a look
So much to learn from kiddo's innocence. The decision they take is so beautiful. This explains my post Innocence too.
(PS: Click on the pic for a better veiw
Cartoon Source: www.gocomics.com)
- A disaster by decaying in a persisting problem
- Simple, sweet and beautiful by moving with the change (Who moved my cheese) or by taking everything in a positive sense like this maybe 7-8 year old Calvin.
And this one...
I'll title this part of my post as
"Never Give up!!"
They fail in their first attempt. Look at the way Calvin gives a solution to Hobbes. Even though he is hurt and fallen, he hasn't given up. This one is for me especially. Never give up your hopes... Try try try... Everything has a solution... We just need to stick our neck out and look out for options. Right?
The cartoon.. Have a look
So much to learn from kiddo's innocence. The decision they take is so beautiful. This explains my post Innocence too.
(PS: Click on the pic for a better veiw
Cartoon Source: www.gocomics.com)
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Loose
April 4, 2008
Friday
Anaadyanta:Day 2
DJ nite
The most memoriable day of my life ever! Better that July 1. Have to apologise to someone for saying that! The day when I enjoyed to the maximum limit.. Till the limit itself got exhausted! Still could have exceeded it if the time permitted... That night was the DJ nite... Day 2 of my fest Anaadyanta.. Which means neither a beginning nor an end... It did stick to its name.. And it will be a day of sorrow when the fest ends at 9:30pm..
It all started slowly. The first awkward step. Step to try and free myself. Try and see my limits. I was more resistant. Because then I cared less bout myself. First mistake which I gradually overcame.
It started with a jump. Then raising my hands... Then singing along with the croud. And yelling my lungs out. The first step.
Then came a train. And I just joined them and was carrried along. With me were my friends, with Swapna holding my shoulders. Thus started the journey of my first step.
I started to loosen myself. DJ started playing the most loved songs.. with the most amazing music! The night rocked! With the breezing blowing softly in the basketball court (our dance floor!) after that soothing rain (NMIT tradition - Rains every year during the fest!! April and it rained!! So yea.. the tradition is carried on!!!)
We formed a circle and danced on.. Swapna had asked me to forget everything and enjoy. I did. But the time was ticking... But forgot it as quickly as I remembered it...
The Third step:Lost Control!I could feel my heat! My heart was thumping.. pumping more and more blood to give me the energy which was wasted all these years... I was sweating and was all drenched in it! It was cool outside but not cool enough for me. I had already started leading the group along with another girl (the one who's laughter is like a donkey braying!)
I was loosing myself. I was all loose by now.. I was true to myself. The first time ever. I could see what all I could do, what all I could cross.
I moved on those steps which were forbidden for a good girl. I just couldn't stop myself. I was aware initially that guys are around, though separated for safety (some of them boozed!).. but then later I so lost control of myself that I said to hell with them. I wanted to explore how sensual I could be. I loved myself more than ever. I got back my self respect.
I was gasping for breath. My heart needed rest. Was pumping vigorously. I stopped right there on the floor. I couldn't stand. I was wobbling. I was out of my mind! I went over to where we had kept our bags. Swapna was there, along with Smitha. I could feel numbness all over me. I was talking what I felt. Without thinking what is right or wrong. Just like kids do. And they thought I had gone mad. And I loved being mad! Cos mad can speak anything they want to, cos in the end they WILL be called mad. So who cares?
I pulled them back on the floor. I was talking nonsense! Swapna was wondering if I'm fine. Just before the DJ nite I was crying. Crying over a half broken relationship, pathetic family life... I realised, how much I've to enjoy. I cant waste it. I attended the fest to forget everything and enjoy. That was my driving force. That made me take The First step...
I danced even more... I was feeling drunk and had started acting like one. By then, I was the hidden myself. The "she" I had felt before. The "she" who had wanted to break out of me. I had mentioned it to only one person till now. I'm proud of that "she". "She" is the strongest woman in me.
I got the kick without even letting a drop of alcohol touch my lips, without even snorting those drugs. I lost control on my own free will and experienced it the maximum extent...
I danced on such moves and with such feeling of drunken state that if my parents would have seen me, I would have been slapped hard by my dad..
All good things come to an end. The DJ ended the night.. Time to go back. I dint want to leave that. I was enjoying being the "she" in me. Swapna pulled me. I had to lean on her. I couldn't stand. I love her for bearing me. I was talking all shit.. Whatever came in my mind. Whatever I felt. My voice uncontrolled and Swapna askin me to calm down. But I was never ever so calm in my life! And never ever had so enjoyed my life!
I felt content for the first time. I had myself with me. I might not have that someone in a few months time, but I have me. I have my friends.
Just one night changed my life. I got back me..
I enjoyed walking back with Swapna, from the college grounds to the bus place. The breeze was still with me. Blowing in my ears and making me feel cool. Now it was cool enough for me...
Back home.. I slept with peace filling me, with a calm face. Exhaustion talking over me. I slept as soon as my head hit my pillows... Wont wait for such nights again.. but will try and make it happen!
"Everybody look at me, me
I walk in the door you start screaming
Come on everybody what chu here for?
Move your body around like a nympho
Everybody get your necks to crack around
All you crazy people come on jump around
I want to see you all on your knees, knees
You either want to be with me, or be me!"
That was exactly me when I was dancing.. Dancing like no one's watching..
Friday
Anaadyanta:Day 2
DJ nite
The most memoriable day of my life ever! Better that July 1. Have to apologise to someone for saying that! The day when I enjoyed to the maximum limit.. Till the limit itself got exhausted! Still could have exceeded it if the time permitted... That night was the DJ nite... Day 2 of my fest Anaadyanta.. Which means neither a beginning nor an end... It did stick to its name.. And it will be a day of sorrow when the fest ends at 9:30pm..
It all started slowly. The first awkward step. Step to try and free myself. Try and see my limits. I was more resistant. Because then I cared less bout myself. First mistake which I gradually overcame.
The First step: try and loosen
myself.
It started with a jump. Then raising my hands... Then singing along with the croud. And yelling my lungs out. The first step.
Then came a train. And I just joined them and was carrried along. With me were my friends, with Swapna holding my shoulders. Thus started the journey of my first step.
The Second step: I'm free
I started to loosen myself. DJ started playing the most loved songs.. with the most amazing music! The night rocked! With the breezing blowing softly in the basketball court (our dance floor!) after that soothing rain (NMIT tradition - Rains every year during the fest!! April and it rained!! So yea.. the tradition is carried on!!!)
We formed a circle and danced on.. Swapna had asked me to forget everything and enjoy. I did. But the time was ticking... But forgot it as quickly as I remembered it...
The Third step: Lost
Control!
The Third step:Lost Control!I could feel my heat! My heart was thumping.. pumping more and more blood to give me the energy which was wasted all these years... I was sweating and was all drenched in it! It was cool outside but not cool enough for me. I had already started leading the group along with another girl (the one who's laughter is like a donkey braying!)
I was loosing myself. I was all loose by now.. I was true to myself. The first time ever. I could see what all I could do, what all I could cross.
I moved on those steps which were forbidden for a good girl. I just couldn't stop myself. I was aware initially that guys are around, though separated for safety (some of them boozed!).. but then later I so lost control of myself that I said to hell with them. I wanted to explore how sensual I could be. I loved myself more than ever. I got back my self respect.
The Fourth step: I'm Beyond Control of
myself and others!
I was gasping for breath. My heart needed rest. Was pumping vigorously. I stopped right there on the floor. I couldn't stand. I was wobbling. I was out of my mind! I went over to where we had kept our bags. Swapna was there, along with Smitha. I could feel numbness all over me. I was talking what I felt. Without thinking what is right or wrong. Just like kids do. And they thought I had gone mad. And I loved being mad! Cos mad can speak anything they want to, cos in the end they WILL be called mad. So who cares?
I pulled them back on the floor. I was talking nonsense! Swapna was wondering if I'm fine. Just before the DJ nite I was crying. Crying over a half broken relationship, pathetic family life... I realised, how much I've to enjoy. I cant waste it. I attended the fest to forget everything and enjoy. That was my driving force. That made me take The First step...
I danced even more... I was feeling drunk and had started acting like one. By then, I was the hidden myself. The "she" I had felt before. The "she" who had wanted to break out of me. I had mentioned it to only one person till now. I'm proud of that "she". "She" is the strongest woman in me.
I got the kick without even letting a drop of alcohol touch my lips, without even snorting those drugs. I lost control on my own free will and experienced it the maximum extent...
I danced on such moves and with such feeling of drunken state that if my parents would have seen me, I would have been slapped hard by my dad..
The Fifth step: Content with life
All good things come to an end. The DJ ended the night.. Time to go back. I dint want to leave that. I was enjoying being the "she" in me. Swapna pulled me. I had to lean on her. I couldn't stand. I love her for bearing me. I was talking all shit.. Whatever came in my mind. Whatever I felt. My voice uncontrolled and Swapna askin me to calm down. But I was never ever so calm in my life! And never ever had so enjoyed my life!
I felt content for the first time. I had myself with me. I might not have that someone in a few months time, but I have me. I have my friends.
Just one night changed my life. I got back me..
I enjoyed walking back with Swapna, from the college grounds to the bus place. The breeze was still with me. Blowing in my ears and making me feel cool. Now it was cool enough for me...
Back home.. I slept with peace filling me, with a calm face. Exhaustion talking over me. I slept as soon as my head hit my pillows... Wont wait for such nights again.. but will try and make it happen!
"Everybody look at me, me
I walk in the door you start screaming
Come on everybody what chu here for?
Move your body around like a nympho
Everybody get your necks to crack around
All you crazy people come on jump around
I want to see you all on your knees, knees
You either want to be with me, or be me!"
That was exactly me when I was dancing.. Dancing like no one's watching..
A lovely story...
'Once a teacher brought a cocoon in a classroom filled with young children. The teacher kept that cocoon on the table and asked the children to watch the butterfly emerge out of the cocoon and she left the class for some work. Children watched the cocoon shake a bit... The butterfly was about to emerge...
It shook some more. The children were bit concerned. One child got up from his seat and helped the butterfly emerge from its cocoon by tearing open the cocoon. The butterfly came out of its cocoon. The weather was bright and sunny. The butterfly flapped its wings and it died after sometime. The children were shocked.
Later the teacher came in the class and saw the dead butterfly on her table. She asked the children what had happend. When the children narrated what had happend the teacher thus said, "You need to struggle a bit in your life to become stronger, to live."'
This was a story narranted to me and my college mates in my CAD class by our lecturer. People were too busy to listen to the lecturer.
I loved it so much that I blogged it down, in my words
What he ment to say was, not to take life easy. And not to expect it to be easy. We have to struggle and work hard to achieve success. Everything will look beautiful later... Just like that colourful butterfly which emerges out of its cocoon after struggling to get out.
It shook some more. The children were bit concerned. One child got up from his seat and helped the butterfly emerge from its cocoon by tearing open the cocoon. The butterfly came out of its cocoon. The weather was bright and sunny. The butterfly flapped its wings and it died after sometime. The children were shocked.
Later the teacher came in the class and saw the dead butterfly on her table. She asked the children what had happend. When the children narrated what had happend the teacher thus said, "You need to struggle a bit in your life to become stronger, to live."'
This was a story narranted to me and my college mates in my CAD class by our lecturer. People were too busy to listen to the lecturer.
I loved it so much that I blogged it down, in my words
What he ment to say was, not to take life easy. And not to expect it to be easy. We have to struggle and work hard to achieve success. Everything will look beautiful later... Just like that colourful butterfly which emerges out of its cocoon after struggling to get out.
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