It was my 19th birthday when my best friend gifted me a teddy bear … a big pink one holding a heart which says ME TO YOU .
Sitting silently in my room as I glanced at it probably for the one hundredth time. It was cute and most of all it was very special. Through all my childhood I don’t remember loving teddy bears and toys but this one … it’s not just a Toy.
Waking up in the morning as I read those words again with a sudden feeling of joy leaning through my heart .. I LOVE YOU… ME TO YOU.
I chuckled slowly holding it and placed it right in front of me and slept again. Soon sleeping with that Teddy Bear became a habit.
Whoever said this said this right:
“It’s not the places and things that are special but it’s the people who make them special.”
This was when I washed my teddy bear and hanged it out to dry. 😉
A gloomy day when I had so many things to cry for and so many things to share, so many complains and so many memories to tear. Disappointed with my self and with all the ones dear. So many regrets and the anger which makes it worst.
I know he is just a Toy, I know he is not even a he .. it’s just a bundle of cotton. But there are times when you just need someone to confide. He can’t listen he can’t respond but I kept whispering things to him with a strong feeling that he understands somehow.
I am 21 and I still talk to a teddy bear .. I still sleep with a teddy bear because I LOVE HIM.
A few months ago for some reasons we had to shift our home apparently a few miles way from where we previously lived. The process of packing and unpacking things, the great hustle and bustle, the workers, the half shifted furniture, the empty house and everything .. overall it was a complete mess.
I packed my teddy bear specially in a sac so that he won’t get much dirty. Although he was like a bit dirty already but anyways.
After one day of shifting the process of unpacking and setting things officially begun. Starting with the kitchen, the bedrooms, the sitting area etc. In all this mess the minute things in the rooms, locks and drawers were still left so I took a three days off from my college in order to wrap up things at home.
Even after three days the main things were done but tons of tiny chores were still left. I did not set my cupboards and drawers but I was lazy and tired enough to do that. Moreover, in all these days of holidays piles of work was left and I was seriously lacking behind. For a week I kept running for my incomplete work, the journals. the assignments and stuff.
Finally after two weeks I decided to set up my cupboards and the side table stuff. Clothes on the right cupboard, shoes on the left one, hangers on the right again and books on the outer one. Files in the lower right and painting stuff in a separate box, sketchbooks on the racks and writing material all complied in one notebook.
There was no sign of the teddy bear anywhere.
Not in any other room.
Not in any pack.
From that day till today I can’t find my teddy.
and yeah getting a new one was never an option.
One day, the horse became ill. So he called the veterinarian, who said:
“Well, your horse has a virus. He must take this medicine for three days. I’ll come back on the 3rd day and if he’s not better, we’re going to have to put him down.
Nearby, the goat listened closely to their conversation.
The next day, they gave the horse the medicine and left.
The goat approached the horse and said: “Be strong, my friend. Get up or else they’re going to put you to sleep!”
On the second day, they again gave the horse the medicine and left.
The goat came back and said: “Come on buddy, get up or else you’re going to die! Come on, I’ll help you get up. Let’s go! One, two, three…”
On the third day, they came to give the horse the medicine and the vet said:
“Unfortunately, we’re going to have to put him down tomorrow. Otherwise,
the virus might spread and infect the other horses”.
After they left, the goat approached the horse and said:
“Listen pal, it’s now or never! Get up, come on! Have courage! Come on! Get up! Get up! That’s it, slowly! Great! Come on, one, two, three… Good, good. Now faster, come on…… Fantastic! Run, run more! Yes! Yay! Yes! You did it, you’re a champion…!!!”
All of a sudden, the owner came back, saw the horse running in the field and began shouting:
It’s a miracle! My horse is cured. We must have a grand party. Let’s kill the goat!!!!
The Lesson: Nobody truly knows which employee actually deserves the merit of success, or who’s actually contributing the necessary support to make things happen.
LEARNING TO LIVE WITHOUT RECOGNITION IS A SKILL!!!!
If anyone ever tells you that your work is unprofessional, remember:
AMATEURS BUILT THE ARK [which saved all the species]
PROFESSIONALS BUILT THE TITANIC [all died tragically]
I know this is an old story posted on many sites back in 2012. But whenever I see this it makes me smile. I hope you’ll smile too after reading this.
Not long ago, Dr. Mohamed Babu, of Mysore, South India, noticed something strange about the ants after drinking some spilled milk on the floor of his kitchen, the ants’ bodies turned white. From this event he got an idea for a stunning set of photographs.
Mixing different varieties of food coloring along with sugar, water and a waxy base, he set out small droplets of liquid on a white plastic sheet outside in his garden and let the ants do the rest. “As the ant’s abdomen is semi-transparent, the ants gain the colors as they sip the liquid,” he said.
Striving to get the best possible photos, Babu ran into an unexpected problem: too many ants. “I really toiled to get a photo,” he said. “The crowd always used to become unmanageable within a few minutes and while I managed my camera with my right hand, my left hand was busy removing the extra ants.” After a number of repeated attempts, he finally got the photos he was looking for.
The impromptu experiment also allowed Babu to learn about the ants’ color preferences. “Curiously, the ants preferred light colors—yellow and green,” he said. “The darker green and blue drops had no takers, until there was no space around the preferred yellow and green drops.” Some of the ants even wandered between the colors, creating unique mixtures of different hues inside their own stomachs. This can clearly be seen in this photo.
When I searched for the scientific reason what I found was that there is a certain specie of ants which exhibit this behavior, Ghost ants specially known astapinomamelanocephalum feed on sweets.They are specifically known as “ghosts” because when they run around on light surfaces their transparent abdomens and legs seem to vanish; leaving just the dark head and thorax visible. On darker surfaces, all you see are pale patches moving about.
Their abdomens are transparent, therefore you can see the the food they eat in full color.
What do I actually mean by “a part of me?” .. How was that broken???… Who broke it??… Why did he/she do that?? ... Well a few questions are always left unanswered.
A few months or probably a year back when I started writing this poem I had no idea where would it turn and where would it make me stand. A few disasters of your life are buried inside you and even you don’t have any idea how deep they have penetrated your soul. They worst thing about writing up your mind is that it even makes you write about the things, the past chapters of your life that you don’t even wanna think of.
Although in my writings I seem like an emotional person but in life I am not or may be it’s just that I express my emotions only through writing. This poem was written for my Best friend on our 6th friendship anniversary… Okay I know nobody celebrates friendship anniversaries but Yessss! We do. Tears rolled down my eyes while writing it all and I never thought I could be that sensitive.
Anyways I never planned to write a whole story but eventually it turned out to be one. Nevertheless I am still happy with the way it has turned out to be.
Busy in my whimsical day,Found a few pieces on my way,
Broken ,segmented & torn,A symbol of resilience in the morn,
I picked them up with a sigh,Hid my face, so they won’t see me cry,
Held every fragment in my hand,& ran back home as I couldn’t stand.
Ambivalent… Wondering how to fill the gap,
I arranged them all in my lap,
Fixed every bit with everything i had,
Mended with all the love,a delirious person can have,
Glued all the scratches,removing defection,
It smiled back at me,waving with affection,
Then time traveled,eclipse passed and the glaciers melted,
Glues dried,pieces joined and the wounds wilted,
That night,I imagined how beautiful it had been in the past,
When i roused up it wasn’t where it was kept,
I recalled how i struggled for it to be corrected,
Then i saw something familiar,
As it had been resurrected,
It turned out to be a beauteous frame,
With it’s heart bulging and writing my name,
It was more enchanting than my imagination last night, I took a steady step and got amused with delight,
I saw myself in a charming frame,
It was a mirror,written with my name, YES!!..it was you my little ME,
More than just precious than anything could ever be..
Initially about six to seven years ago when I started to write I never wanted anybody to read whatever I wrote. I had a sense of embarrassment whenever I tried to read something I wrote, May be because I was very static and rational on the outside yet inside I had a sea of emotions. At a home where you live with four other naughty siblings of yours it’s just not too easy to maintain and keep everything you write in a secret diary Slowly I progressed and started showing my writings to my Best Friend and still whatever I write the first person whose compliment and every word really matters is her. I’ve loved her endlessly and I’ll always continue doing so… Now I am completely comfortable sharing them on WordPress and sending them to a few selective people.
The thing I hated about Poetry is that you have to open up your heart in front of everyone. People can actually predict and judge what you are going through and not everybody can understand. That’s the only thing that refrained me from sharing my writings in the past and still it does, As I seem more like a reserved, rational, composed and emotionally stable person ( Although on the inside sometimes I am not). I like staying that way.
A few months ago when I wrote this poem (I would have never let you cry) and showed it to a friend. He appreciated me and asked me to write something specifically just for him. When I requested him to suggest a topic or a starting line, He said “Since the day I met you, It feels like you complete the missing me”, This line seemed beautiful and I started thinking of the next line that I am gonna write “Never devised;never imagined, how different a man can ever be“. My friend claimed that he liked it but you know sometimes it becomes quite difficult to believe a person who gives compliments for formality because you never know when they really mean it and when they are just being nice and formal.
Anyways, continuing a poem with these two lines was quite hard chiefly because I am not habitual of writing on topics,Since I didn’t write the first line so continuing in fluency was not easy and mainly because I don’t believe what I said. I never believed that any man could be different or reliable or protective (except my Dad). Whenever I thought about continuing the poem I was always overwhelmed by the thought that I don’t mean whatever I wrote. I always write whatever I feel but this time? … I don’t claim that I don’t lie but at least I have never lied in any of my writings. Finally I decided to write something which would not comprise of any details on how different is he? and what makes me think that he is different.This picture reminds me of the creativity that I’ve mentioned in my poem. I knew that he actually wanted to know how I think but still I ended up writing something which won’t tell him that. The poem goes like this
Once I stood and gazed the wilted leaves of autumn,
Felt apart, weakened and blown to the fathom,
Silent themselves, but yet a rustling sound,
Tinges of gloom, As they were actually meant for the ground.
There I stood and tasted the tint of springs, The shades of leaves, bound to their wings, I gazed and gazed the finest leaf that shines, And wondered whose smile this shine reminds, It smiled ; I smiled … We smiled.
I sensed the satisfaction in it’s smile, The shades of the weather, filled it with pride, I smiled wondering again as i sighed, It sensed the completeness in my smile, So watched and asked the reason behind, I winked and smiled, as i replied:
“Since I met him it feels like he completes the missing me, As I never devised; never imagined, how different a man can ever be.”
As usual I showed it to my best friend and she loved it. She always loves whatever I write. Half of the reason can be that she loves me and she actually knows why and for what I write. When I showed it to my Friend for whom it was written he said it’s great. But yet the same thing, I sensed in his tone that he was just being nice. He didn’t quite like it and asked, “Where am I in your poem??”, I always knew that he wanted me to write in his appreciation but I never thought he would ask that. I just tried to joke around “It’s all about me and autumn and the beautiful spring and leaves”.”But where am I??” as he asked I committed to write another one because he didn’t like this one. He didn’t say that either but I know he was not quite satisfied.
Now writing it all again was another big deal for me. That simply meant I had to elaborate the point that why do I consider him different when I actually don’t.When I started thinking my mind I found that half of me believes him this way and half of me doesn’t. As I discussed it with my best Friend she said I can probably use these mingled thoughts beautifully. I knew that if I write it in this way my Friend is not gonna like it. I knew he wanted something sweet,something special,something that I wont say otherwise and I felt deprived of it all. I know he has always been sweet,kind but yet so silent that one would always suspect that I am imposing myself on him. I know I seem like a paranoid when I say that believing men is hard for me but I’ve seen that how far a man can go for his needs and wishes, and that is the biggest wall which makes me stay away from trusting them. I know he would not like me for saying these words as he has always been careful while speaking whereas I am the exact opposite. Expressing myself was always and always very difficult and with formal people it becomes even more than that. I am abrupt and I know that there are things that I utter and he doesn’t like.The same goes right now, I know that the second poem on the same topic will also not be liked by him. Yet I still write it because I wanted to and I am not gonna show it to him (A tiny mini Secret). It’s all about what he says and how I partly believe it and partly don’t.
Since the day I met you it feels like you complete the missing me,
Never devised; never imagined how different a man can be,
A part of me just says that aloud, A part of me simply refuses with it’s doubts, “Not everybody is the same”, that’s what you say, I listened and thought that one day I may, But it would take ages to admit and see, As I’ve seen the worst that a man can ever be.
“A man stays a man”, that’s what I say, “Nature never changes”, that’s how I say, A part of me just says its true, Other part says the exception is you, “Exceptions always exist”, that’s what you say, I fear believing them would make me pay.
Since the day I saw you I knew we were different, With your heart beating for every girl that passed, And I smiling aside, knowing that it won’t last, Chidship; sweetness, that’s what I say, A ration for your heart, that’s how I say.
You had your own distances, I had my own differences, You chose to be rational where I stood insane, Where you stood accomplished, I was all in vain, A part of me says love binds by it’s ways, A part of me just laughs, laughs and strays.
You say “That’s not it, some men do change”, It may seem strange — But yet who would change?
Freedom for me is just like having wings — flying directly to the sky … no boundaries, no guidelines, no limitations, no ethics and no manners. Yes I mean it seriously, sometimes I feel that we are a bit too bound by the ethical codes, the formalities, the rules and regulation stuff blah blah. That doesn’t mean that I wanna live like a Barbarian but all I want is my utmost freedom.
Freedom from greed, freedom from want, freedom of speech and full freedom of expression, freedom from guilt, freedom from the illogical social values, freedom of actions, freedom from cruelty, freedom from abuse, freedom from fears, freedom from hatred and most of all the Freedom to Be Yourself.
Okay.. Generally if we talk about Freedoms .. We’ve gotta talk about the four of them. Freedom from want, freedom of speech, freedom of Worship and freedom from Fears. And for the record the “freedomss” in post name is not misspelled .. I just felt like writing it this way … FREEDOMSSsSSSSSssssssssss .. Because we need loads of them 🙂 .
Whether we have them here or not .. this is actually another discussion. But what I am trying to share here are a few beautiful paintings. While surfing on the internet for several hours I had a blog topic in my mind but eventually when I came across these paintings my mind changed and I decided to share them first as they are simply priceless. They were originally made for Four Freedoms Art Contest held at the Norman Rockwell Museum.
1. Freedom of Speech:
The most inspiring paintings that I found was in this category. May be because generally I consider it the most important form and need of freedom.
This freedom of speech’s first lessons start from our very home. If our elders teach us this way we will be able to stand up against whatever comes in our way.
Do people and society really influence our thoughts and speech?
I don’t think so
2. Freedom from Want:
Previously I said freedom of speech is most important but when I came across paintings on this topic I just couldn’t decide which one to prefer.. Freedom of speech OR freedom from want?? … I am still confused.
Since these paintings are from Ethiopian artists so the main thing that they depict in this category is the “Hunger” .. It’s so heart breaking for me but these paintings should be titled as “Freedom from hunger”.
3. Freedom of Worship:
Humans living all around the world in any part of it have the equal right to choose and practice whatever religion and belief they choose. This is written theoretically in so many of the books but unfortunately the discrimination, the indifference, the prejudice still exists in the hearts of a few .. May be those few are seen everywhere or may be I am so pessimistic to see the goodness in all of them. But unfortunately what I see and hear on television tells me that.
4. Freedom from fear:
This is the freedom from my own agony. My own thoughts that haunt me, follow me and will continue to do so because there’s a beast; a demon inside everyone. ( I wanna have the truth, I wanna shelter you but with the beast inside there’s no where we can hide. No matter what we do we still are made of greed, this is my kingdom come, this is my kingdom come .. Don’t get too close it’s dark inside; it’s where my demons hide it’s where my demons hide …. Ohh I am so in Love with this song)
But after that with all the demons you can never forget that a hell of goodness resides within me. Sometimes I just need to explore it for myself.
A week ago few of my friends planned a hangout together and on our way back the sun was slowly moving down towards its set. I can’t keep my eyes off the sky every time it happens. I can sit and stare at the sky, the sun for hours and hours until it’s all dark. A friend of mine noticed my eyes and said;
“Sunsets always seem very depressing to me, I dunno why but they drag away every pinch of energy that I am left with. When I was a kid and I was told to draw something in my drawing classes I always use to draw sunrise, many of my classmates preferred drawing sunsets but they were depressing”
Apart from the fact that there is always a difference in opinions, I still exclaimed: “Sunsets …. And depressing???? …. I can never think like that”. I was among those students who would sacrifice my lunch breaks just to make a sunset on a piece of paper, who would spend hours and hours just rubbing the yellow and orange color on paper to make a color sequence like the ones during sunset.
I live near a beach so I frequently get a chance to see the sunsets and sunrise (Okay! Lets just say once in a week for sunset because I am mostly sleeping at that time … And then lets just say once in a month for sunrise as I am sleeping at that time as well 😛 ). I am not at all an outgoing person so despite my immense love for sunsets I still don’t prefer visiting the beach to enjoy the entire view, I rather prefer being fascinated by watching it through a window or the terrace.
Finally one day my mom forced me to go for a walk with her along the beach side. Although I hate going for a walk or exercising still the reason why I went was only the SUNSET. I mean i am just 39kgs at an age of 21.. So I don’t actually quality for the exercise thing OR do I?? ..I don’t think so …. I decided to go but only if my mom walks alone and allow me to roam around the beach all by myself.
As I thought and as expected .. I stood near the shore watching the sun till it seemed to touch the earth with all its glory and all its might. Initially it seemed somewhat like this
They say introverts are nature loving but is there anybody on earth who doesn’t Love nature?? … I don’t think so.
I didn’t had much time except just an hour to enjoy what i thrived for. And yes the most fascinating part of sunset just lasts for hardly 15-20 minutes. A few things in life are not meant to stay for long, and this uniqueness enhances their preciousness. You know they’ll be gone but you are still willing to stay, you still long, you still have a deep desire for them, you still can’t stay away and you just can’t pretend to walk away.
The sky grew darker and darker with time spreading the beautiful shades of oranges and yellows as it descended downwards. It seemed more like a painting but it wasn’t. The smoky white shades of clouds on the sky seemed more like paint strokes and I so wished that some day I will be able to make a Perfect Fascinating Sunset like this. But no matter how much a human struggles he/she can never ever create what nature has already created. Humans can only mimic. Humans can only discover … It’s the nature , It’s the Lord which invents .. Humans only discover what’s already been created.
I see a whole new world … a rush of thoughts … an urge to learn, to discover while observing sunsets. It’s not just a game of colors and the sun moving up and down, It has it’s own roots it’s own hidden meaning.
Now it’s up to the other person to interpret it the way they want, the way they think.
I have a hundred things going on in my mind while watching sunsets. They remind me of hope .. a hope to find the way to leap, to leap,to creep, to crawl round a doubtful way.
It gives me a sense of commitment. A silence commitment that says “Although I am leaving but I’ll be back right away”, It fulfills its words every morn and there is not even a single day when it betrays.
A few things are not merely seen they are FELT. The thing that appeals and attracts you the most to beauty is the fact that it penetrates your soul.
There is nothing more musical than a sunset. He who feels what he sees will find no more beautiful example of development in all that book which, Alas, musicians read but too little – The Book of Nature.
– Claude Debussy.
The sunsets give me a sheer determination … The courage of resilience, the ability to stand and follow whatever is meant for you.
It gives a last indication to find your way before darkness prevails and blocks your vision.
They remind you that no matter how lost you feel today .. There’s always a tomorrow, for hoping has no end.
They give you a chance to commit, for nights are meant for promises. (Mmm … I can probably write a poem on this line … But somewhat later)
There’s a reason sunsets are timeless and constant standbys of poets, writers and romantics — they’re inspiring. Mahatma Gandhi observed this power when he said,“When I admire the wonders of a sunset or the beauty of the moon, my soul expands in the worship of the creator.”
They make you feel that the time has slowed down. It’s not that the clock stops, its just that your perception of time slows down.
They give us a Threshold to Dream , a Threshold to hide .. For darkness is where we all hide.
They force all life forms to go back to where they belong, For it’s never too late to go home.
A desperate woman jumped out of her SUV on the Dolphin Expressway in Florida, screaming for help as her baby turned blue. The Miami Herald’s Al Diaz ran among cars along the highway until he found a police officer in his patrol car and told him about the infant who had stopped breathing.
Pamela Rauseo performs CPR on her nephew, 5-month-old Sebastian de la Cruz, on Thursday after pulling her SUV over on the side of Florida State Road 836.
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Sweetwater, Fla., police officer Amauris Bastidas hold infant Sebastian de la Cruz, age 5 months, who had stopped breathing Thursday. Lucila Godoy, right, stopped her car to assist in the rescue.
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“Remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Try to make sense of what you see and about what makes the universe exist. Be curious. And however difficult life may seem, there is always something you can do, and succeed at. It matters that you don't just give up." - Stephen Hawking (Died March 14th 2018 on Albert Einsteins Birthday & on the same day Galileo died. R.I.P. You Will Be Missed . . . )