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Lost & Found

It was as usual, a sunny day and it was going to set, well naturally in the West. But my destiny had just risen in the East – a changed destiny. I was not in a situation where I could boast of anything because I was literally thrown out of my own home and along with it, I had nothing to say, as my own or a person to lean on. It was a moment where only a big chasm was in front. I was literally dead inside. I had no thought of my own. I went to the chapel, where I usually go every morning – the adoration convent, to say bye to my best friend, don’t think it’s a nun. Or anybody in person, it was Jesus. You might want to know, what I spoke then, well its easy to comprehend, I only asked Him, “After all these years of friendship, how did it end like this?”  You know what the reply would be (smile) “No comments”. Before getting up, I squeezed my eyes shut, don’t think I was crying, no I hadn’t any tears (generally a dead person don’t have tears), I made a last request, “Please God, don’

My Family

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“The strength of a nation derives from the integrity of the home.” Says  Confucius, the Chinese philosopher. Honorable Judges, respected teachers and my dear friends. I’m here before you to speak about “My Family” .  Grandpa,/ Granny, /papa, /amma, two sisters,/ a brother/ and myself is my family./ Grandpa a….lways plays with us children./ He has always time for me,/ answers all my questions./ Where as granny,/ smilingly sits beside grandpa peeling onions or cutting vegetables./ My dad  and my mom goes for job in the morning/ and returns by evening./   My mother prepares yummy foods no matter how tired she might be /and helps me in my studies./ She gives me bath / washes my clothes/ and puts me in bed along with my siblings./ Though my father is firm,/ he is a loving man./ he has never punished me./ He always ensures, that I do not misuse my things. / He instilled in me to be honest./ My sisters are elder and my brother is younger to me. In short my family is a b

My Best Day

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  Today I was thinking, which is my best day of my life. So I started evaluating, what should be my criteria for selecting that special day. Good food? Or Loved ones around? or feeling loved and cherished?   The day, when my wishes were granted? Well I hadn’t a clue on that, but still I thought I’ll just evaluate all the above criteria. I feel, food is a necessity and not a luxury. To be able to eat all sorts of food is a blessing and to have food three times a day is a great blessing and to have tasty food at that is even more great a blessing. I have been with people of different religion, caste, creed, state and nationality my entire life. And all have given me more respect and love than bargained. That doesn’t mean, that I haven’t had my share of humiliations and hatred. I have had more than enough. I just let it pass by, no hard feelings. It’s the attitude one generates around others is what matters in the end.              My wishes are to hear the birds sing, to eat tasty foo

Love Thy Neighbour As Thy Self

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We can't do great things in this life . . .   We can only do small things with great love.   -- Mother Theresa One day a man was walk­ing along the beach when he noticed a boy pick­ing some­thing up and gen­tly throw­ing it into the ocean. Approach­ing the boy, he asked, “What are you doing son?” The boy replied, “Throw­ing starfish back into the ocean.   The waves are up and the tide is going out.  If I don’t throw them back, they’ll die.” “Son,” the man said, “don’t you real­ize there are miles and miles of beach and hun­dreds of starfish?   You can’t make a difference!” After lis­ten­ing politely, the boy bent down, picked up another starfish, and threw it back into the waves.  Then, smil­ing at the man, he said…” I made a dif­fer­ence for that one.” Each action has its importance, In this story, the boy was trying to save the starfish. No one is going to give him any awards for saving the star fishes and the star fishes are not going to thank him either, for saving t

Thinking Of You

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                I have heard, thoughts travel fast and it is the most best means to communicate too. But last day, I had the weirdest experiences which made me think, “How come?” I was thinking of my friend who was states away from me. It had been months, since I contacted her. So I thought, I’ll make a call. I called and the very first thing, she said was, “Miss, I had been really wishing, that you called and for the past two days, she was doing just that. (You might think, why didn’t she call. She didn't have my number). Then I knew that what the sages said is true. Thoughts really can communicate because the  two days, she had told, was indeed bogged with thoughts of the said friend and making my heart mushy and making me feel to call her, but several reasons cropped up to postpone the act. But in the end, I called and the feeling stopped. “Why is it so?” Well, the explanation is thus, “Thoughts too are made of atoms. Just like electricity, these atoms, when sent out to nature

LIE

             This story I read from the net. Its about a shop owner who sold chicken. He was a very successful man. So his chicken were sold almost by afternoon. One day, the lady, who was literally his neighbour came to buy chicken and only one was left in his shop. She asked for  chicken and he weighed the one he had and it was nearly 2 kgs. So she said, she’d like to have a chicken which was more than 2 kgs. So he put the chicken back and took it out again and weighed it and it weighed more than 2 kgs. So she asked to dress and pack the two chickens. Just imagine the situation of the shop keeper.             Lie is one thing which comes in different colours and white lie is very famous. As per human culture, we are allowed to say white lie. But whatever the colour, lie would always be a lie, don’t you think? How about truth,  which is colourless, most of the time and also its consequences too but it really brings peace of mind.             Life has its ups and downs but if you thin

Sister Act

          Yesterday I watched the movie, Sister Act. I do not know, how many times, I have watched this movie. But it has really moulded my life a lot. The main character, Sister Mary Clarence, who has a past, is running away from it and gets into the most sanctified of places, where she feels suffocated. But eventually her life changes or lets say, she gets transformed. She is involved in what she likes best, singing. The funny part is the mother superior, who couldn’t tolerate Sr. Mary Clarence gave her duty to sing as punishment. But that became a blessing for both the sisters. She not only bloomed but helped the other sisters who got stagnant in their call to serve God renew their love for God and brought the people around to know God. In the process Sr. Mary Clarence was relieved from her past.           That is life, a maze and the people, the pointers. Some help us to lead to our destination very quickly. Those people are the people who hurt us more. We should be thankful to