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Big Rich Old Man’s Status

In a small town named Poovar, there once lived a man called John Franklin. He was absolutely humble. He was a hard working man. He lived with his wife and two sons. He loved to work, and made enough money to feed himself and his family and he always went on vacations with them. He was really gentle to all his fellows and helped if somebody asked him to. His boss Mr. Kanata was also very happy with him and his work, as he completed all his work and did some more and was very quiet. He was a person who minded his own business. Slowly, John got promotions and now he was a really busy man. He got more load of work and he started working overtime. He went early, when everyone was asleep and came late when everyone was already sleeping calmly in their cozy beds. During this time his children going to school and young, he changed. John changed from a person very calm and who loved his family to a person who loved the loud harsh sounds of machines and who loved to work overtime to make some extra money. He got so busy that he forgot that even has a family. He worked tirelessly, thinking to make a good amount of money that he can save for his two sons. He got old and soon at his death bed he made his will giving his property equally to his wife and sons. The day came of his funeral and he was to be buried in a peaceful graveyard. There were few people, his wife and sons, his few fellow friends and the priest of course. Their he laid peacefully thinking that all he did was for his sons. John after he died remembered his wife and children the most and decided to go back to them. He went to his house and saw that his wife was now happily married to one of his friends who was a widower himself and both of his sons were using his money carelessly and did not speak good of their father. One of his sons said, “Happy he died! He at least left us with some money, because all his life he was too busy for us. No wonder mother married again.” he said half happily and half sadly. John’s spirit heard this and he was thrown in his past life flashbacks all he could recall was memories where he was working after some time he came across one frame where he was sitting with his wife and sons and was happy. He was young and was playing ludo with his family, intentionally losing to his sons. He thought what he had become. A man who feared to lose and was angry if he did lose. He was now guilty and thought that how he has wasted his life making money for his children and his wife but never cared for them. Never spent enough time with them. John’s spirit was too sad, it went back to it’s grave and just hoped that in another life, he should learn his priorities first.

THE TALENT

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The sky starts turning dark

The shadow got long and hard.

A street light on the road having a pleasant walk alone.

Some voices can be heard

Some crackers can be seen,

Glorifying the dusk.

The sound of maracas

Spreading enthusion in a lonely Zone

I can see souls dancing

Grieving out of pain with a smiling face

Standing there, as if time stops

Watching the celebration of a new begining .

Of many lives coming out of an individual

Is this what, I am seeing is practical,

Or it is just an delusion which complete my incomplete part.

The magic in the air felt to be true.

It was spreading along me .

My mind becomes still.

Collecting my disperse part with guilt, and

recognizing what is mine which can give me a ray to shine.

In this lonely place

I can find people like me

We came here to find ourselve

Going back with a rebirth of life.

Not by me.

This is a ‘Thank you’. Inspired by the countless stories sent to me by shelter workers and volunteers.  

It's true, isn't it? Like on one side these memories are there, which we want to forget because of the pain they cause while remembering them. But on the other side they were created with the people who meant the whole world to us.

Even if they give us immense grief and refresh the old and untreated wounds, just because of that little bit of satisfaction of being able to have lived them, makes us hold on to them forever.

In the end, SATISFACTION succeeds PAIN.

When "Me" meets "Myself"

After a long day of hard work/study, when you return to a place where you are all alone. You remember that some "Me" was all this time, waiting to see you home. You are sorry, for how you left the most important person to you,"Me" all alone. You get fresh and knock on the door which opens your way, just to yourself. It not even takes a second, that the door opens, and it's none other than "Me" standing. Tears fall, when you apologise for how you both left each other alone for so long. You realise that there was some "Me" waiting for "Myself" all this time.They both touch each other, too happy to see each other and combine, because they were always destined to be one. You then do what you like, whether it's gazing at the stars all night, or it's painting that something you like.

It's just like some "Magic" happens when they both meet. And I am really lucky to realise before it's too late, that "Myself" can never live without "Me".

It's more of a blessing to realise that the most important person to you will always be "you" before it's too late, because then you'd be ashamed for how you ignored each other for so long.

How time flies?

The story from nothing to everything. Everything was not always the same, as it is now, in front of all of us. Everything kept changing, changes happened and it is now that, we are seeing, and surely as nothing is constant, it will always keep changing as the time will always keep flying. People from nowhere come and gain success on basis of their talent, it never takes a lot of time making a crying person laugh, it is always easy to forget griefs in a moment, because the time flies at it’s own speed. It’s just a matter of time that you see, your shoe is too small for you now, it’s just a matter of time that sapling changes to a big tree, this is the importance of time. All these changes that take place are always a part of this flowing time, that will never cease, some small memories, make up the best of the memories, moments that may seem small right now, will be very precious to you, may be you will like them even more than gold or rubies. All these small things are also as important as time. As we all know that time has never waited for anyone, and will never wait for anyone either, so, why not let’s gather some speed and try to keep up at it’s pace, but don’t try to keep up so hard that, you just loose all your stamina and stop. The moments that are gone, are gone for ever, you may recreate them, but they will not be the same. So, let’s try to respect and give value to Time, let’s live every moment to the fullest, because you never know what lies ahead. Let’s use this time wisely. Let’s not waste it on things that hardly matters. Let’s take some time out to praise the beauty of life, nature and the beauty of other people’s heart. Let’s take a break, let’s go and sit and talk with our family and friends, rather than working overtime, because nothing is constant. If you miss a family gathering or a party with your friends, you’ll feel bad for it, forever. If you miss it at that time, the same time may never come. We still have time, to make this life a little better, a little prettier, a little quieter. Let’s do it now, and not be late. Because the time gone, will never come again.

You can always start over with things- wrote something wrong? Start over. Ruined a project? Start over. But how do you start over with a faulted friendship? Can you start over, as if nothing happened before? How do you state the facts? How can you know when things started to go wrong? How do you know when the other person switched off along the way, while you were busy telling things, which are nothing if not truth? How could you start over?

It’s just a matter of time

What is a matter of time?

The ting that goes on

and never ends?

In a matter of time

You see a sapling turn to a great big tree.

You see an egg hatch into a bird, chirping on that tree.

It’s only a matter of time- and,

you’ll see a million of changes around.

Your shoe doesn’t seems to fit you any long.

In a matter of time,

you start smiling

after when you were crying.

The world keeps changing around.

The period when you were a child has gone and

now you are young and much strong.

And you soon, realize, it’s just a matter of TIME...

-Vaishnavi Singh

Written by me. I just wrote that previous topic, to compliment this poem.

Heart and Mind

This is to compare the powers of the two main functioning heads of our body. Please remember that here, it’s not the organ heart which keeps pumping blood, that we are talking about. It’s the emotion that we tend to feel from our heart. Heart, in my opinion understands emotions and relations better than mind does. For heart, emotions and relations are in the first priority, what effect a decision will make on any of the two, most important things. 

Mind, on the other hand, is more logical and relations and emotions are secondary to it. Mind basically focuses on how the results will be nice, and doesn’t really cares about it’s effects on emotions and relations, like heart does. It depends on the person to choose, whether he/she will act according to the Mind or Heart. I, personally think from my heart. (I know we don’t think from hearts, but try to understand the emotion.) I like to do what my heart tells me to do. But, this doesn’t mean to fully depend on only one of them, as this can result really very badly. Because, both Mind and Heart can be stupid sometimes too. In my case, I just give my Heart’s advice a higher level, but I don’t fully neglect my Mind either.

This is my comparison between Mind and Heart, and the rest depends upon everyone else’s thinking.