Saturday, March 19, 2011

Why to shout??


A  master asked his disciples:
‘Why do we shout in anger? Why do people shout at each other when they are upset?’

The disciples thought for a while, and one of them said
‘Because we lose our calm, we shout for that.’
‘But, why to shout when the other person is just next to you? ‘Isn’t it possible to speak to him or her with a soft voice? Why do you shout at a person when you’re angry?’
The disciples gave him some other answers but none satisfied the master.

Finally he explained:
‘When two people are angry at each other, their hearts distance a lot. To cover that distance they must shout to be able to hear each other. The angrier they are, the stronger they will have to shout to hear each other through that great distance.’

Then the master asked:
‘What happens when two people fall in love? They don’t shout at each other but talk softly, why? Because their hearts are very close. The distance between them is very small…’
And he finally said:
‘When they love each other even more, what happens?
‘They do not speak, only whisper and they get even closer to each other in their love.
‘Finally they even need not whisper, they only look at each other and that’s all. That is how close two people are when they love each other.’




P.S : Image from film P.S.I Love You 

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

I'm Humming: 1

  
Miss Independent - Ne Yo



Lyrics

Ooh
It's something about
Just something about
The way she moved
I can't figure it out
There's something
About her
(About her)
Say ooh
There's something
About kinda women
That want you
But don't need you
Hey
I can't figure it out
There's something
About her
Cuz she walk like a boss
Talk like a boss
Manicured nalis
Just sent
The pedicure off
She's fly effortlessly
Cuz she move like a boss
Do what a boss
Do
She got me thinking
About getting involved
That's the kinda girl
I need

She got her own thing
That's why I love her
Miss independent
Won't you come
And spend a little time
She got her own thing
That's why I love her
Miss independent
Ooh
The way you shine
Miss independent

Hey, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeahhh, mmm
Ooh
There's something
About kinda woman
That can do
It for herself
I look at her
And it makes me proud
There's something
About her
There something
Ooh
So sexy
About the kinda women
That don't even
Need my help
She says she got it
She got it
No doubt
There's something
About her
Cuz she work
Like the boss
Play like the boss
Car and a crib
She about
To pay em both off
And her bills
Are paid on time
She made for a boss
Soley a boss
Anything less
She's telling em
To get lost
That's the girl
That on my mind

She got her own thing
That's why I love her
Miss independent
Won't you come
And spend
A little time
She got her own thing
That's why I love her
Miss independent
Ooh
The way you shine
Miss independent

Yeah, yeahhh

Her favourite thing
Is to say
Don't worry I got it
And everything she got
Best believe
She bought it
She gon steal my heart
Ain't no doubt about it
Girl
Your everything I need
Said your everything
I need

She got her own thing
That's why I love her
Miss independent
Wont you come
And spend a little time
She got her own thing
That's why I love her
Miss independent
Ooh the way you shine
Miss independent
That's why I love her

Thursday, February 17, 2011

A little Poetry : 4


Can you name it?

My mind is lost
My heart is lost
My body is lost
My spirit is lost
And I don’t know
If I can find it.
My pride is somewhat lost
My soul is somewhat lost
My thoughts are somewhat lost
My words are somewhat lost
Can not find what to say.
My life is confused
My daily happiness
Is still confused.
My smiles that I give
Are confused
But I don’t want to pretend
That I am happy when I’m not.
The smiles are numb to me
The laughs are numb to me
The good spirit is numb to me
The goals are lost and forever
Numb to me.
The love is no longer there
The happiness is no longer there
The smiles and pretending is
No longer there.
The happy thoughts are
No longer there.
Nowhere to be found
This is me.
But I don’t get it
They hurt me
Can’t they see?
Maybe I should just stay out
Of their lives.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

My Rage

Reading has been my habit for a very big time, I used to read any sort of book perhaps I should state that every kind of book starting from Tinkle to Leo Tolstoy.  When I was little, the thing that captivated me was the information’s that the books were furnishing me, anything for that matter may be a new word to a scientific detail. I identified that there was constantly an urge in me to learn new stuff.

So I can now put in the picture that the only thing that kept me to read books was the “discover new things” factor. But very recently I found myself reading like Read-Raton or something, desperately reading any book that I found (which includes few cookery books!).Then I apprehended that, I was reading neither to learn nor to pass my time at least! not at all. I missed something.

When I found, why all of a sudden I became so voracious about reading? I was taken aback. Reading was no more reading, it became a medium for me to stop thinking about the present and get away from the reality. How stupid is that? For few days, I dint know why I was acting like that. Then with a lot of self talk and self therapy, my heart told me why? “I  was sick about things that were happening to me in my life and though I fought my best yet nothing would change”. So apparently my heart should have probed places where it would not suffer and be happy. Eureka!! Books!

What a brilliant idea to get away from my fears, my sorrow and my insecurities? The characters in the books would influence me so much that I was in their world like them and among them and that way I would forget me. Silly me.

Very recently I discovered this whole drama i was playing with me and decided to put an end to this ‘read-book-no-worries’ thing. Then I ended up with this plan.

Accordingly , I should start writing (some thing serious), it has always brought something out of me, that i have always been proud of. Writing will rejuvenate me, bring me some happy reminiscences, and keep me alive. I don’t know whether this will work out. But I’m sure this will bring me back my ‘self’, the old me, trying to explore and conquer the whole world.

Hoping and believing all this, here I go……..to discover my writing skills and to find the magic to bring me back to my life that I dreamed of, through my new blog:  http://roomforrage.blogspot.com/

Monday, February 14, 2011

O Re Piya - Where have you been?

It was a late night, was fraught to get some sleep, I couldn't. Turned on my system, started listening to some random songs. All of a sudden there was one song which triggered too many memories within a flash...."o re piya"(by rahet fateh ali khan)

This was the song of my life during my college days. I used to hear this song like every time, when I was alone... when I was sad... when I was so happy... when I traveled to my college and when i went back to my home... a lot of occasions. The song was like some one, to whom I can share my heart's deepest thoughts. I can still remember, I have taken few big decisions listening to this song. 

There were even times I wistfully wished that this song should be the background score for my entire life. I swear to God, I never like sticking to one, but this song was something special. I enjoy music all the time. Agreed, but I loved this song, there was no moment or scenario where this song doesn't have made things better. OK, sometimes it may not be appropriate, but that never meant I wouldn't want it!

As days went, eventually I stopped thinking about about this song, not consciously. I don’t have a clue how did this happen? You may forget the lyrics of your favorite song but not the song itself. You know that feeling you get after you hear your favorite song for the first time? All you want to do is play it again and again, so it stays stuck on your head forever. But now, it’s been really a year since I heard this song. When the song started to play, tears started rolling in my cheeks, before even I knew it. 

Just hearing a particular song can evoke vivid memories of the past or special events in your life. Just then I came to know: Music can be a powerful memory cue. Some memories get locked into our brains, persisting for decades. Others slip out by the next day.

Isn’t it amazing how much the small things mean to us? I still remember songs being my buddies as a child. I would hear them and just spend a whole day hanging out just with them. I think it is the beauty of the music that kept me going when the ugliness of humans went to be too much
.

Isn’t it true? “Our memories are the only paradise from which we can never be expelled.”

Thursday, February 10, 2011

What i want?

What do i want? I don’t want to be happy, because that’s too easy and too boring. 
I don’t want only to love, because that’s impossible. 
What do i want? i want to justify my life, to live it as intensely as possible.
That is at once a trap and a source of ecstasy.


Experience the joy and the adventure of being that woman who is beyond the image reflected in the mirror.
That face is the face i see now in the mirror, so i try to honor it. 


Not letting myself be weighed down by what other people think, because in a few years, in a few decades, or in a few centuries, that way of thinking will have changed. 


I want to............."Live now what others will only live in the future".


P.S: Inspired from “The Witch of Portobello” by Paulo Coelho

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Running after Money?



After World War II, the Japanese economy went through one of the supreme booms the world has ever recognized. From 1950 to 1970, the economy’s output per person grew more than sevenfold. Japan, in just a few decades, remade itself from a war-torn country into one of the richest nations on earth.


Yet, bizarrely, Japanese citizens didn’t seem to have become more satisfied with their lives. According to a poll, the percentage of people who gave the most positive possible answer about their life satisfaction actually fell from the late 1950s to the early ’70s. They were richer but apparently no happier.

This contrast became the most eminent example of a theory known as the Easterlin paradox. In 1974, Richard Easterlin, then an economist at the University of Pennsylvania, published a study in which he argued that economic growth didn’t necessarily lead to more satisfaction.

To put it in today’s terms, owning an iPod doesn’t make you happier, because you then want an iPod Touch. Relative income — how much you make compared with others around you — mattered far more than absolute income.

What is our religion preaching us?

“The man who has two tunics is to share with him who has none; and he who has food is to do likewise.” - Luke 3:11

"If a man or woman is without clothing and in need of daily food, and one of you says to them, “Go in peace, be warmed and be filled,” and yet you do not give them what is necessary for their body, what use is that?" James 2:15-16

If this is what god wanted us to do? What are we doing? Science and Religion is agreeing a same factor that we are not ready to agree.

Let’s go to the roots, what is money? It is a medium of exchange. What does it do? It ensures the success of exchange by being the one item on offer that is ALWAYS acceptable. How important was the discovery of the idea of money? Look around you!!

I can guess what a reader may think right now, you are right to a point.  Yes everyone needs a certain amount of money to achieve certain things.  The problem is when you become obsessed with getting rich.  Do you really think rich people need all that money?

 Don’t you think they could be just as happy with a fraction of that?  But they insist on spending 14 hours a day making just one more dollar.  They take time away from their families to make just one more dollar.  I know people like this too.  I tell them that they will be the richest person in the graveyard.

There is only one thing that keeps popping in my head is this:

Human beings have lived together for more than two million years. Money in its modern form - coin of fixed weight and denomination - came into use less than three thousand years ago.

Then how money got this much power, why aren’t we unable to control it, why money is related to a person’s happiness, if is it so weren’t people who lived before the money was discovered were not happy?