Fate

Little does it know its fate
Funeral, Festival, or date

The innocent bud
That blooms into a flower

Ruthless murdered in its prime

For offerings, for love,  

for sympathy, for apology

Emoting for the one that ruthlessly 

Took his life...

EXPIRING LIFE

Life is a journey 
Of soul
From birth 
Until death.
In a tangible form
That's pliable and flexible,
Mobile and responsive,
Adaptable and persuadable
With an expiration date...

Journey beyond 
Of soul
Is unknown, alien
Incomprehensible.
In an intangible form 
That becomes rigid and stiff,
Motionless and pliant,
Decomposing and disintegrating
With an expiration date...


Why then 
Do our minds flutter
The thoughts cause the pain
Fight with others
For boundaries 
For land 
Struggling for existence
When existence itself has an expiration date?

Elections

   The destiny of the country will be decided by next week.  Either Obama rules again or Romney takes his place.  Now at this tenses moment I wonder will either of the candidate make a difference?  If you think it will then you should go out and vote.  You have the power in your hands so why let it go vain  and repent later.   And if you think it doesn't matter who becomes the next President then like me you are disappointed with the system, the current political spitting ads, and wonder what has become of us as human race.  Where are the morals, the ethics, the strong leadership image?  Will any candidate be able to get US out of the debt?   Promises are made to be broken and so are our hopes... 
    Even though I am unsure myself I urge people to go out and vote. It's the time to show the politicians how to be responsible.  Lets go out, vote and show them that "We, the people", still have the power in our hands.

Wounded Soul

To cure from within 
I open my wounded heart
And now I bleed black

Digging inner self
Hurting all over again
Tears flow in my words

 Nothing did I wrong
Yet it haunts, taunts, and scares me
And I bleed in pain

Like arrow it's piercing
I ask my internal soul
What is bothering?

Contentment said soul
Gladness, gratification
Fulfillment is peace.



(In haiku)

Exploring destiny

     

   I always wondered if the lines on the palm meant something.  Does it predict one's future?  Can it tell about one's past?  Being born in a family of astrologers I was raised to believe that astrology is a science.  Each planet position has an affect on human being and human behavior.  In fact the predictions are based on scientific facts and calculations, and are not just guess work.  Now, does that mean that the astrologers know what will happen to them?  Can they predict each and every moment of their life?  Hmmm hard to say.    Some good astrologers do predict what the future holds.  So, this lead me into another methods used for predicting one's future.  Palmistry.  How much can a palm predict and how accurate can the lines tell about one's future?  This has been a subject that captivated my interest from a very young age.  I read couple of palmistry books and tried my then newly acquired skills on my friends and relatives.  Some of my predictions came true.  By the way, I have no clue how they came true.  I think it was just coincidence.  Anyhow, that was when I was young and curious to know my own future.  At that age who doesn't want to have a sneak peek of future?  As if palmistry was a time machine and took me into the future, I seriously measured the lines on my palm and predicted couple of things about my future.  I felt confident about my predictions. After all, I had read it in a book so how could a book be wrong!  However, you should be a good reader to comprehend the book as the author meant it to be, to be able to make 100% correct predictions.  
   I blindly believed that the future is in our hands.  In this case, it is hidden in the lines of our palm.  Contrary to my mind set, one time I saw a picture of an accident in the newspaper.  It was a picture taken after the bomb blast.  All the people in the picture were killed in the blast and pieces of their body parts were scattered around.  In that gruesome picture, what caught my attention was a palm.  A man whose palm was wide open facing upwards while his young body was crushed and unrecognizable.  I took a closer look at the palm.  The open palm showed a very long life with hardly any obstacles in life.  That picture got me thinking.  How was that possible?  It was against all the rules of the book.  He didn't even look like he had crossed his twenties.  It was impossible for a man with this palm to die!  I was confused, baffled and perturbed.  I couldn't believe what I saw.  The whole science of prediction started fading in front of my eyes.      Can anybody predict the lines of the palm?  Is palmistry reliable?  Is it possible to explore lines to know the destiny?  Well, at least the man who died in the accident, knows that nobody can be sure about their destiny!

Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment. 

- Buddha


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My mind is ruled by my body

  

"Health is the greatest possession."

   Sometimes I feel that the physical health of a person reflects on the mental health.  Off late, the season change  has effected my physical being.  Fever, cold, allergy -  things that limited my physical activities.  When I had fever, my body refused to get out of the bed.  I slept almost the whole day.  When I had cold, my nose got stuffy and so did my brain.  I could not think.  I felt like my brain was blocked with my nose.  With allergies, I sneezed my heart out.  So, even though I stayed home all the days when I was sick and had a lot of time to myself, it didn't occur to me to write my thoughts down.  Well, I didn't have any other thoughts than the thought of speedy recovery. I just yearned to feel better.  It was in one of these days that I realized that I am capable of bearing a lot of mental stress but I am incapable of bearing physical pain.  My mental stress didn't effect my physical self  the way my physical being affected my mental state.  My mind is ruled by my body.   As my nose still feels stuffy and the allergy medicine is wearing off, I am starting to feel that my brain has gone on a strike.  I read the news but nothing is absorbed by my brain.  I browse the net but nothing seems to interest me.  I flip the photos yet my mind refuses to function.  So on that note, I end here and wait for the day for my heart to start pumping blood directly to my brain like it did before my sinuses flared up due to allergens. 

What does each color band mean?

These days there is a huge craze for color wrist bands. The plastic bands never appealed to me but being from the country where it is common for girls to wear different color bracelet either metal or glass at all ages, made me start thinking why the school authorities, especially some teachers were against the teenagers flashing their colorful wrist band.  Why are they disapproving the beautiful multicolored bracelets? They looked okay to me.  So, that got me started to research more about the bands.  What does each color band mean?   Each has different engraving, different color but about the same width. Does the engravings make it different from one another?   I had an idea that the band were introduced to support a cause. The first one that comes to my mind is the yellow silicon gel bracelet that was introduced for fund raising for the Lance Armstrong Foundation for the cure for cancer.  Later that year it became "the fashion item" for Americans and  it didn't take much time to spread its popularity in other countries too. Before anybody could realize, it became viral worldwide.  So, does yellow bracelet stand for support for the cure for cancer?  After a bit of browsing I was shocked to find what different color of bracelet meant.  Well, yellow bracelet with "Livestrong"  engraving still stands for support for cancer.  However, just a yellow wrist band indicates the wearer is open to give a hug!  Orange indicated that the wearer is open to give a kiss and the list goes on and on...  As I read the list, each color surpassed the other in the willingness of the teenagers or young adults to do or try new things at that hormonal imbalanced age.  

   With disbelief I dug myself further in the research and found that the jelly bracelets were around from 1980s! It is kind of a game and snapping others bracelet took the game to a whole new level.  Well, I still need to digest a lot of information about these jelly bracelets of different colors.  Knowledge sometimes can have negative effect on our thinking process.

   Having said that, I think not all kids who wear the bracelets are aware of the meaning of the color distinctions.  It is just a fashion statement and a craze among the young, younger and youngest.  And these days there are so many different color bracelets for so many different cause that I strongly believe that in future each color bracelet would stand for a cause.  Each color will retain it freshness, fairness and pureness.

(Photo from google image)
Just for FYI parents check these site out...
http://www.blurtit.com/q610033.html
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=shag%20band
 http://wiki.answers.com/Q/What_does_each_color_band_mean

    

   

A Perfect Day

 
  A perfect day can be different for different people. For some a perfect day might be sleeping past morning hours, and relaxing for the rest of the day.  For others it might be getting up early and finishing off all the pending work.  Either way, it is personal perception of being happy.   That what makes one feel happy makes it perfect.  In other words, having all the elements in the day desired by you makes it perfect for you.  If you ask a kid to draw a picture of a perfect day, he or she will most probably include a bright Sun, a beautiful green tree, or a flowing blue river or blue pond with few ducks and maybe a boat.  But, it that a perfect day for everybody?  I wonder what is the criteria for the perfect day that includes all living souls.
   Every minute when one person is happy, one might be sad. When one is born, one dies.  When one smiles, one cries. While one succeeds, the other fails.   One person gains and one loses. One builds and one destroys.  So, is it possible to have a perfect day when everything is perfect for everybody!
   Well, as far as I am concerned, each day is a perfect day. Even a "bad day" is a perfect day. If I didn't fail I wouldn't know the value of success.  If I weren't bruised I wouldn't be able to know the true happiness.  If I wouldn't get angry I wouldn't be able to know the inner calm.  If I weren't hurt I wouldn't be able to feel the love.  Each day is a new day and a perfect day!

  

Can you hear me?

I called for you when I was sick

I called for you when I was weak

Under four layers of blanket

when I was shivering I called for you...

Could you hear me?

You nourished me in your womb

you bought me to life

you showed me the path

You taught me to listen...

Did you hear my call?

I lie down and feel the warmth

In pain I twist and turn 

I need you by my side

I need your gentle care.

I yell for you in my sleep...

Did you hear my screams?

Sweat trickles down my hair

I feel unsettled

Worrying about you

Thinking about you

I feel restless...

Are you happy? 

Are you at peace?

Are you there? 

Can you hear me?

Answer me mom...

Planning - not a Libra thing!

   Last week was kind of busy.  I am surprised I got time to breath and am still alive!  Not that I was on my toes physically but it was the mental worry that drained me down.  Being a Libra, I am exhausted when I have to decide on something.  I see both the positive and negative things and try to weigh in all the advice given to me and then finally I get confused and mentally drain out still unable to take a concrete decision. Age is playing a role too.  I think...When I was younger, I did what I wanted and never thought about anything or anybody. It was easier for me to do things my way or no way! As I grew older I realized the importance of people in life.  I started to think about what they would like and started to do some things their way.  After kids, my whole world started revolving around them.  Most of my time was taken by them and I started doing whatever they liked.  I don't know whether it is the women thing or the Libra thing.  But my life started revolving around my family.  And if there is a birthday in the house.  I try to make sure that I do what they like to do on that day and make it as pleasant to them as possible...Well, recently it was my son's birthday! And he is a Libra too! Everyday his place of party changed, everyday he wanted different people to come to his party. Everyday it was a different theme.  Planning a party for him is exhausting! I had to change my plans three times.  It was taking a mental toll on me.  My husband being from Mars and I from Venus was very little help.  He knows that I take care of each and every detail so he presents the most carefree, happy and nothing bothers him type personality.  "Don't worry things will get done" he said to me.  And I trusted him!!!  And nothing got done.  It was already his birthday week with no place booked, no menu decided and no guest invited!  I started loosing my cool and loosing my mental balance.  And trust me if a Libra looses her balance it is not a good thing.  I had no clue where to start and what to do.  I went blank and couldn't think. Gathering all the strength I started searching for party places. I was worried all the places would be booked. Thankfully, I could find a place and I booked it even though it was not the one I would have, if I had planned earlier.  But on the other hand, I was happy that at least I could find a decent venue.  Without further delay invitations were sent out and then came the time for menu.  My sweet, helping hubby offered that he would take care of it. I felt relieved and was starting to get my balance back.  I started focusing on other things for the party.  Little did I remember that we were from different planets and are total different species.  Just a night before the party I got the news that no food was ordered.  I just laughed out loud in disbelief.  Thankfully this time, the Libra's balance was leaning more towards the positive side.  I could think and act and got everything under control. 
  All is well that ends well.  The ups and downs of my scale found the balance and my son had a blast and enjoyed his birthday more than any other times.  I had broad smile across my face.  But one thing I realized in this process that planning in short notice is not a Libra thing - at least not for this Libra!

I wonder about the road to heaven

  
  Sometimes I wonder is there a God?  If there is God then is there a Satan? Or is it just another one of man's imagination?  I do believe in good deed and bad deed but does doing good deed take you to heaven? Well nobody really knows what happens after one dies.  Some believe in rebirth while others believe that that was it.  So, it is unclear if there is heaven or hell other than the earth that we live in.  
    However, I think sometimes the perception of having a place to go after death soothes the inner being and makes this life livable and peaceful.  The human nature of being secure leads us in believing in a place called heaven. A beautiful place where everything is perfect.  No body ever bothers the other soul.  All live in harmony and everyday is just your day.  A living dream, a heaven!  Even the sinners confess and try to reserve a spot in this beautiful paradise.    Sometimes, it makes me think that what happens to the unborn kid?  Do they go straight to paradise?  They technically are sin free!  
    Maybe, there is a life after death!  Who know?  You are ant in one life and an elephant in another.  But interestingly even in this theory one has only seven births based on the deeds of the previous life and then one goes to heaven or hell.  So, in other words, the soul is recycled only seven times before one faces the judgement day.  
   Okay I think my thoughts are getting crazier.  So will sign off for today with the thoughts that as long as I feel happy in this present life by doing good deeds and hoping that they would take me to heaven I feel blessed. After all, I wish to reserve a spot in heaven! 
   
 

I am who I am

Like the curls of my lock

Like the tail of the dog

Like the curves of the wave

I stay as I am

Not the wind

Nor the current

Not the forces of this universe

Could change who I am

People came and went

Friends and enemies crossed my way

Hated, loved, envied, forgotten

Yet I am who I am

Nothing can change

Am true to myself

For I came to life alone 

And I will be who I am

I fear not the world

I am strong and undeterred

I leave this life alone 

As I am who I am

Simply having children does not make mothers.

Being the eldest one in the family is not easy.   I remember my elder brother took most of the blame and scolding for our naughty behavior.  He was the one who was responsible for everybody's (siblings) action even though he was a kid himself.  I was the third of the siblings and I hardly felt the burden.  I was carefree and did whatever I felt like. In other words, I was stubborn and very mischievous.  Little did I understand why my elder brother would get worried and warn me on several occasion when I was up to something.   Most of the time, my parents held him responsible for most of our actions and say,"You are the eldest and you should understand."  Well, today, when I see my daughter being the eldest I try not to blame her for any of my lil' one's actions.  However, unconsciously at times, I feel that I might be holding her responsible for my son's behavior.  Is it the parent thing?  I don't know.  I feel that sometime when the two are arguing, it easier to tell the elder one to keep quite rather than try to explain the younger one why he has to be quite. Especially when you are behind wheels and need the least distraction from the passengers.  I know it is not the right thing to do but do I have a choice?  I feel that the elder one is more matured and is capable of listening to directions than the younger one.  Today was one of those days when I lost my patience.  I was driving with my two kids arguing about God knows what.  They were loud and the elder one kept telling something to the younger one and at one time the little one got so out of control that he tried opening his seat belt.  Well did I mention that I was driving in a packed road!  Even after couple of my warnings they continued their argument. I lost my patience and directly addressed my elder one to behave herself and stop the argument at once.  There was pin drop silence.  The argument stopped and I was at peace.  It took almost half an hour to beat the traffic and come to the clear road.  After we reached home I asked my elder one what the problem was and why was she being so immature?  With tears in her eyes she replied, "He took my homework folder and was scribbling on it.  Now I have to do my homework all over again."  I felt so guilty that even now I am cursing myself.  

Simply having children does not make mothers.  ~John A. Shedd 

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Language of a flower

Each color, each variety,
Each number, each bloom
Has something to say
About life and friendship
About death and relationship.

Purple Lilac for first love,
Pear blossoms the friendship
Welcoming is the Mayflower
Black poppy bids farewell
As witch-hazel casts a magic spell.

The Language of flower is simple
It comes from heart
All flowers have something to say
About love, hatred, pain
About revenge, grief and vain.


Olives y'all (Peace)

Power cut

Sweat trickles down my hair

And everything seems so unfair

Power cut for an hour

No water for a shower

Frustrated I sit on my chair.


(Trying out aabba format of limerick... not a limerick)

(Google image)

Morning Sky

The venetian red sky
Burning in the horizon
Welcomes fiery sun. 

(Written in haiku)

Rain

The sudden burst of the black cloud  
Surprised me on a sunny day 
Frightening was the thunder loud 
Lightening too found its way 
Startled I was, as what to say 
No umbrella, no ponche , no shed 
I just ran across to cover my head 
Directionless was my flee 
I followed where my foot lead 
Sheltering myself under a tree. 

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Fallen Angel

Flying in the sky I felt free of fear 
With eagles I soar with angels I dwell 
My mind unperturbed, conscious crystal clear  
Then I made a blunder and broke the spell 
Suddenly from heaven on earth I fell 
What have I done? As human I am born 
I suffer, I grieve, hurt I am o' dear 
Mercy Lord, save me before I am torn 
Openly I will confess to you God. 
Because in you I seek refuge, Lord.

 (Experimenting Dizain -10 syllables/10 lines in ababbcacdd format not in iambic pentameter..)

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My son's Top 10 Excuses for not going to school on a Monday morning

10.  Remember last Saturday I fell down when I was playing soccer and got hurt on my knee. So, my knee is hurting and I don't want to go to school today.

9.  The fish will die of hunger if I go to school.  So, I want to stay home and take care of the fish.

8.  It rained and all the rollie pollies will be homeless.  I have to stay home and take care of the rollie pollies in my garden.

7.  Yesterday evening I had hiccups and it didn't go away even after drinking water.  I will have hiccups today too and will feel sick. So email my teacher that I cannot come to school today.

6.  Remember how I watched too much TV the day before.  So, today my head is hurting and you have to take me to the eye doctor to get me glasses like most of my friends.

5.  Mommy, do you see the big yellow bird in the TV?  I cannot see that.  You have to take me to the doctor today so I have to miss my school.

4.  It rained yesterday and the soil will be wet.  And my classroom will be flooded!  I cannot go to school today.

3.  I cannot finish my breakfast because I have to chew, and it will take a long time, and I will be late. So, today I cannot go to school.

2.  I have to stay home and plan for my birthday party.  

1.  I love you mom!  I want to stay with you!  I don't want to go to school today.

(By the way, when he reaches his school he runs to his class teacher and gives her a big hug and he doesn't want me to stay even for the assembly!)

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GOD

He is here 
He is there 
He is everywhere. 

He carries you 
He pushes you 
He is everywhere. 

He holds you 
He consoles you 
He is everywhere. 

He thinks of you 
He loves you 
He is everywhere. 

He is omnipresent 
He is ubiquitous 
He is everywhere. 

I trust him 
I have faith in him 
But where is he today? 

Gusty Wind

Pushes my hair back 
Forces my eyelids to close 
The wild gusty wind. 

Fluttering my dress
Loosing my stability
Flirts the fiery wind.

Tempestuous storm
Whirling debris  on my face
Wrecking harmony.

Life turbulent wind
Taunting my perseverance
Belief shows me hope.


(google image)
(Practicing more haiku)

Headache

Thumping sound in ear
Rhythmic yet filled with pain
Unbearable head ache.

Pounding striking hit
By a heavy blunt object
It feels miserable.

Thump thump thud each sound
Agonizing torturous
Testing endurance.

Disturbing my peace
Excruciating discomfort
Irritation seeps.

Sleep deprived body
Tormented by wild nightmare
Tearing my head apart.

Physical suffering
Violent unpleasant feeling
Praying for release.

(proves I have a head over my shoulder!)
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Squirrel

    
     Today as I was driving back home I saw a squirrel in the middle of the road.  Not like the one that we all recall from the ad where one squirrel challenges the other to cross the road and the other dares to cross the road in front of the speeding car, and safely crosses the road, and high fives the squirrel as if teasing the driver.  It might have been the same situation , only this time, he didn't manage to make it to the other side.  It lay still in the middle of the road upside down with it bushy tail laying flat showing the red intestine as it popped out of its stomach.   I wanted to stop my van and carry the poor thing to the sidewalk.  But I just couldn't bring myself to press the break.  Before I could think of anything, I crossed the dead squirrel making sure that the wheels of my van didn't go over it. It was just a glance but was enough to upset me and question the whole concept of life and death.  
   Suddenly, I remembered the squirrel of my backyard.  I drove fast to my house, I parked my van in the driveway in a hurry.  Took my keys and rushed to the door.  Unlocking it I went straight to my backyard.  There was no squirrel.  I looked at the gigantic oak tree.  I started scanning each branch, under the leaves...  Nothing.  Now my heart started racing.  It was the same squirrel I was complaining about the whole last summer.  I would put seeds for the birds in the feeder and this sneaky squirrel would wait for me to go inside and would slowly reach for the feeder and finish the seeds.  Not only that, it would pluck my tender vegetable and scurry to the top of the tree.  It ate all my tomatoes, eggplant flower and even capsicum!  Except bitter gourd he liked every thing from the already drought stricken vegetable garden.  It looked really healthy and in fact it started looking like a ground hog.  It would climb down the oak and go to my tomato plant, hold the tender branch with small green tomato bunch and pull it down.  To be honest, it looked quite cute balancing on his two feet with his fluffy tail curled up as it plucked the tender green tomatoes and then rush back up to the tall tree.  I caught this brat red handed a lot of times but then he was agile and by the time I ran out it would be in it's safe ground.  Anyways, that was last summer.  I had already forgiven him, and in winter I made sure that I put out bird seeds for this naughty squirrel.
    Now the situation was different. I wanted to check on him and I couldn't find him.  I was getting more and more worried .  Looking for the squirrel,  I started walking towards the tree.  I bend to my side to get a clear view from where I stood. No movement.   I started panicking.  "Squirrel" "Hello" "Are you there?" I started whispering slowly as I didn't want to scare the squirrel. As fear started seeping in, I started circling around the trunk of the big oak carefully looking and making sure that I didn't miss any place under the leaves. I started feeling a certain overpowering fright inside of me.  "Where did the squirrel go?" "Maybe it was the same squirrel that I saw on the road earlier." "Maybe he died."  I was getting disappointed and was feeling as if the whole world has ended.  My hopes were diminishing and I started feeling gloomy and frustrated.  I slowly started walking back to the door thinking that  every living thing has to die.  One cannot escape from his or her fate.  The ultimate goal of every soul is to be free from its bodily form.  I reached my backyard door and with a heavy heart looked back at the big oak tree.  And voila! I couldn't believe what I saw! I was relieved and so happy that a big smile crossed my face. I saw my squirrel running from my vegetable garden and climbing up the tree!  I never thought I would be this happy to see the squirrel stealing vegetables from my garden!  

(google image)

Fate of a flower

The innocent swelling,
Turning to a bud.
Clinging to each other,
Tender and young petals.
As time pass by,
More confident it becomes.

It strives to be free..
Yet, holds on to the root.
It opens up slowly...
One after the other
The petals tastes liberty.

Gaining confidence,
The seconds follow,
In succession another,
Until all the petals are free.

 It breaths the air,
 And feels the kiss of the sun,
Carelessly it flaunts it beauty.

Not knowing its fate
Cut before its golden prime.

For festivity, for love, for funeral, for life.



(Photo taken by Rajya Lakshmi)

(Trying poetry in 6,5,4,3,2,1 line form)

Who to vote?

     After last week's Republican Convention, I was sure I would vote for Mitt Romney for President.  Today's economic times needs a businessman.  America needs a person who would lead the nation to a debt free nation again.  "He is a businessman who has a vision to take this nation forward", I thought.  Then, yesterday, when I was watching the Democratic convention, I happened to listen to Michelle Obama's speech.  I was in tears as she narrated her father's and Obama's grandmother's struggle to bring them up and make them the person they are today.  She subtly but certainly achieved the political motive of persuading people of America to vote for Obama for the next four years.  Well, I cannot say for all but she did influence me.  If a not-so-good President like Bush got re-elected, I think Obama does deserve a second term.  In this four years in white house, the first lady has been a role model for many young Americans.  She could be seen talking about making healthy choices, making the kids aware of eating nutritious food, turning a portion of white house garden into organic farming place where local school kids could go and volunteer and see how to grow fresh vegetables in the garden.  She was basically everywhere to promote healthy living.  Furthermore, I think that Obama is not as bad as Bush!  The debt is because of the Republicans in the first place.  And Obama was trying his best to get few bills passed.

        To conclude, I am confused!  I have no clue how people choose between the two parties who are equally bad...

Wilderness

Away from the society,

Away from concrete buildings,

Searching for true self,

Living free in wilderness.

Dodging the mundane work,

Escaping from the build up stress,

Avoiding silly confrontation,

Absconding in the wilderness.

Building a house of logs,

With river as running water,

With candle as electricity,

Retiring free in wilderness.

Reflecting on every aspect of life,

Reflecting on every deed of self,

Isolating from where you belong,

You search for your inner self.

Deep within you are content,

Deep within you are gratified,

Appeased at your independence,

Enjoying life free in wilderness.

Left brain vs Right brain

      

     I was always confused which side of my brain was more developed.  The right or the left!!   I am okay in logical thinking and reasoning and most of the time I have a very practical approach to every problem in my life.  Though I am horrible in making or taking a decision, but if I decide on something, I stick to it and believe that it is the best thing to do.   Being a practical person, I had very hard time to digest the fact when people told me that I was creative.  How can a person be practical and creative at the same time?  Although I am attracted to art, and beautiful things soothes my eyes but who doesn't like beautiful things? I feel that I see the usefulness of a product before I indulge myself.  So, I always believed I am more of a left brained.  On the other hand, maybe, my friends and family knew me better!   I did try my hands on different things but that was during my free time...like SUPW(Some Useful Period Wasted) class in school.  I don't even remember the original full form.  So, I did feel an artist inside me but it was more out of boredom or weight watcher routine than interest in perfection of the form.  With no doubt in my mind that my left brain would dominate my right  I went ahead and took the creativity test.  I answered 20 questions all.  Few were like, Do you like doings things in planned and systematic way?  Do you enjoy math? Do you like Rock music? and so on...After I finished answering the last question, there was a "Submit" button that I had to click.  Well, do I have to do this crazy thing? I thought.  Don't I already know that my left brain is more dominant?  Why am I wasting my time?  Thinking of all sorts of things, I clicked "Submit".  Whaooo...I freaked out.  So, here is the result of my test...
     The higher of these two numbers below indicates which side of your brain has dominance in your life. Realising your right brain/left brain tendancy will help you interact with and to understand others.

Left Brain Dominance:	(7)
Right Brain Dominance:	(13)

 Still in shock!! 

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X - Men

    

      As I was watching X - Men, I started to wonder, what if the mutants are there among us. Few homo sapiens do posses powers that is beyond human understanding. At least some people claim to have an ability to perceive information hidden from the normal senses like Psychics. So, what if there are people who do have special ability and are unaware of their powers? If a human with psychic ability can talk to the spirits and see them, why not possess super powers? As it is, all humans are born with different gifts and talents. One can be really good in math, while the other may struggle to just grasp the basics of math. The mental ability, physical endurance, social capability varies from child to child. Each human being is unique. So, why is it hard to believe that there might be mutants among us. Some where there could be a Professor X, a Nightcrawler, a Wolverine, a Colossus or a Storm! 

       On the other hand, I wonder, if some of us do believe that there are mutants among us, are they secretly trying to wipe the homo sapiens? With the rapid growth in technology in recent years, I sometimes suspect, are the mutants using the humans to create the world that they want to live in? How come all the inventions and discoveries are taking place in just a century and that too so rapidly? I have many more questions in my head that sounds crazy today but might be relevant if mutants are there among us.

      Anyways, hoping and praying that homo sapiens prevail I end my ridiculous thought process here.

Cheers!

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A better understanding of self

I was just wondering that do people change in years?  Well, I am not excluding myself. In fact I am just talking about myself.    When I think logically, I feel that everybody should realize that the time that is past is a passed time.  And that it is  the time that you have already lived.   If you hold on to yesterday then when will you live today?  As it is, life is too short, one shouldn't waste their present moment to relive the days that is already lived!   So, if you feel that I changed in the course of time then it means I am doing something right!  I am living today and not hanging on to my past.
   However, my mind and my heart are always conflicting.  My heart is full of memories (though it should be the job of the brain to store them).  I hold on to the past as much as my brain (memory) allows.  My heart refuses to give up my memories of school, colleges, or the places that my dad got transferred to.  I like to remember the time I spent with my family, my brothers, my friends, my neighbors, and of course the time I spent with my mommy dearest.   Anyways, like many, I remember my good days and my bad days.  I still value my friends and love them dearly for being my friends and being there for me when I needed them.  I still love my brothers for pampering me and being protective about me and always, always, always being there. (I still remember how they searched the whole city and state for a particular sweet as my heart desired to eat that sweet only!).  I still love my family for making me the person I am.  I still remember the day when I met my husband and when I promised to spend my whole life with him. I remember the day when I held my daughter in my arms for the first time.  I still remember my mom helping me out take care of my lil' boy.  Yes, I am betraying my mind and living in the past glory once in a while.  
   Now, am I clinging too much to my past?  Being a curious person, I have many questions in my mind. Does that mean that I stopped living my present?  Does that mean that I am not the same person as I was 10 years back?  Did my personality change?  Did my outlook change?  Have I changed?  I am still trying to understand myself ...


We continue to shape our personality all our life. If we knew ourselves perfectly, we should die.
- Albert Camus