Saying Hi To The Older You

Days goes by and you become newer and newer day by day while the older you kept sliding away with the passing time. One of the strangest feeling is to somehow meet the ‘older you’. It sometimes happen unwillingly, but the same can be done by detaching yourself from this very moment for a while.
Take a deep breathe and sit back. Think. Go back some years ago. Who were you? What were you? What have you become now? How the circumstances have changed you? How stronger are you?
Meeting the old you is not easy. Believe me. In some aspects, you cannot make eye contact with your own self. While some of your choices and situations have made you proud of yourself.
The older you bring back a sense of familiarity. The feeling that many of us crave because no one likes uncertainty and this moment when you are reading this is full of only one thing: uncertainty.

One Of The Perfect Moments To Pray

The moment when you realize that you were living a lie for a long time.

Silence: Wisdom Words from a Foolish

Complications are difficult to understand, and this life; it comprises of many complications. The toughest times leave one speechless. Even the most talkative of all learn to be silent. Silence can be a silent war, protest or cry. In all these shades, when it is a product of complications in life it is painful. It has another ; surrender. When someone surrender, it can have mainly two types of effects on him/her.
1. Experience of peace
2. Crushing of spirits
It depends on the mind-set of the person surrendering. There is another effect which is hybrid of the above two. This effect is a journey towards any one of the two. And very soon the person either achieve peace or his/her spirits crush.

A note

I found this note somewhere. It is a whole story in itself.
Sometimes we just come across situations that are not planned. They are unfamiliar to the extend that the laws of the nature appear to be fading and losing their meanings. Billions of people have zillions of different life stories and each one of them is so complicated that they amaze the mind and seize the tongue.
It is amazing how people survive in the circumstances that are tough. How the external factors mold life is amazing and sometimes painful. No one tell us where to go when there is nowhere to go. When all else fail what can work?
The time when your own voice collides your brain and comes back, is one of the most painful times in life. When everyone has left you and you cannot even talk to yourself because you are too afraid to address the issue.
The time is shrinking its boundaries and I am losing my control over things. Am I am going to experience the “rare” again?
I am afraid of being afraid because life always wants me to be fearless and for this purpose it always make me face my fears.

The Relationship; Part One

It may not be a perfect start for a blog post; because ultimately we all want audience. Many of the times I do care, but sometimes I do not care about what people think and who would read my writings. Well, I woke up yesterday but couldn’t find the time to write anything. I was feeling like I had not been writing for many days. It was just a few minutes ago that I checked my last post date. I wrote my last post on 3rd April and today is 8th; only 4 days in between. But for me it was a long time. Why I did not write? I did not have anything to write.
But, yesterday, something strange happened. Have you ever experience ‘wandering’? Strolling with nothing on your mind; just walking and observing surroundings. And I am not talking about rambling with your dog on walkways surrounded by green fields. I am talking about going to small roadside bazars, watching people arguing when bargaining over a few pennies. There, shopping choices are apparently many but possibilities are limited. I am talking about a walk on small lanes and along unfinished road tracks, dusty and muddy.
I went on such a walk yesterday. Alone. Not with my friend this time. So, you may anticipate what a women walking alone in such areas could experience; scorching hungry dirty gazes, evil grins. But it was not the center of my attention. I just kept moving ahead. I was feeling something else; a connection that was binding me with all the surroundings. The energy that was so engaging that I did not had even a millionth of a moment to pay attention to all the negativity. I was alone, but I was feeling the traces of the shepherd’s personality even here! Everywhere! In such a place that was just opposite to the mere glimpse of him. I remember him once saying, ” Want to experience the purity? Look into a dirty pool where that flower blooms.”
A maybe 12 year old buying cheap dresses with her mother and father. I felt the innocence in her eyes that sparkled when the shopkeeper showed her something colorful.
I literally took a deep breath when there was dust everywhere and an uncovered sewerage line. Gross? Yeah, call me crazy. I wanted to feel the connection more deeply. There were houses there. People live there. They breathe. There were plants, grass and flowers along that dirty water way. Those remind me of the shepherd. The eyes of toddlers, their smiles, their cute moves, everything symbolized his speech. I noticed a wall with very beautiful hand painted pictures. There was some artist nearby.
An old man was selling fruit in front of a huge shopping mall keeping an eye on a 5,6 year old kid who probably was his grandson. The kid was sitting on the stairs of the mall writing in his small copy without noticing other kids of his age in the mall enjoying, buying expensive fun stuff and new clothes with their parents. The kid was seemed contented with his cheap looking but clean dress….
(to be cont.)

Village News: How to Thank God?

So, I was here on WordPress and typing my “intellectual posts” and in my mind I had become a widely known writer after typing a few lines. Suddenly, he came. Yes, yes, my shepherd friend.
I had typed this so far.
Have you ever wonder we ask a lot and don’t thank that much? We cannot go a few minutes without God’s blessing (think about oxygen in the air).
He added, “We are designed to depend on Him.”
“You!”, I was astonished. “Where you come from all of a sudden?” My eyes could easily break that lady’s eye popping world record.
“I was passing by and saw you writing.” he replied.
“Okay. Well, now I should ask you how we can thank God. I understand what you said; we are designed to depend on Him.”
“It is simple.”
Yes, for you. How can he be always right? I thought.
He smiled and I could not look into his eyes. He was a mind reader. I had forgot.
“Say ‘Thank you, God’, he continued, ” and feel the thankfulness and his love.”
“I want to do more.” I said
“Well, you cannot pay thanks equal to his favors for you. He is your creator.”
“I know. But I want to thank Him and be one in those who he considered Thankful.” I was serious.
“Okay then I have an advice for you. Thank him whenever you feel that you should be thankful. Just say, ‘Thank you God’ with all your heart. And help others. You don’t know how much He loves you and His other creatures. If you will help His creatures He will be very happy with you. He loves you thousands times more than your mother. And you know how a women feels when someone helps her child.”

Village News: Daily Visit

It had been so long. My shepherd friend did not visit me. Weather was not good here. But today he came. He bought freshly baked cookies. You know how much I love chocolate chip cookies! To tell you the truth, they make me feel like I am having royal breakfast. Well, as my shepherd friend is the greatest chef I have ever met, I loved the cookies he brought today.
“Where were you?” I asked.
“Well, I am coming here daily nowadays. You seem busy in something.”
“Busy? Me? No. I am just doing the routine things. I did not know when you came. Are you coming daily? Really?”
“You were busy. You did not even notice me. I come daily here.”
“I am sorry.”
“Don’t be. We are friends.” he said. “Lets thank God for everything”.
“What? Is it some kind of activity or ritual…” I couldn’t complete the sentence. I saw lights showering all over my farm and the meadows, illuminating everything. I just fell down on my knees and thank God. For what? I cannot enlist everything, every blessing. I thanked God and felt like the thankfulness is the light coming from some unknown resource and filling up in my heart. My heart felt like a glowing bulb emitting light and I fell asleep.
I am typing this now. It is difficult to open eyes and avoid typos. My friend is still here with me. My heart is still glowing. My friend seems someone out of this world. It seems like it is difficult to understand him. He said that he was coming here daily. When? I don’t know. I was waiting for him. He never tell lies. I know he was coming here if he is saying so, but why I did not notice although I was waiting for him? I don’t have the answer yet.

Super Glue Wife

Jack is man who has no life,
Alas! Alas! he has a super glue wife!
Super Glue Wife!
Super Glue Wife!
Jack has no life!
He has a Super Glue Wife!

He was happy when he was single
And when he mingle
It was a blast, not a jingle!
Jack is a man who has Super Glue Wife!
Super Glue Wife!
Super Glue Wife!

Her gaze is rife,
That’s why Jack has no nightlife,
He cannot raise his voice,
So there is not fife!
O! OHhohoh
Super Glue Wife!

He needs some space,
He want to feel alive,
But wherever he goes.
He has to accompany his wife,
Super Glue Wife,
Super Glue Wife,

Jack is man who has no life,
Alas! Alas! he has a super glue wife!
Super Glue Wife!
Super Glue Wife!
Jack has no life!
He has a Super Glue Wife!

Nose: An extraordinary figure

The main function of the nose is breathing. At least that was what I had in my mind before typing ‘nose’ into google search box. I almost had an heart attack at the first glance on the Wikipedia page. They have picture of a dog nose there. Well, I have some pretty human nose in mind to win the wiki position, but, for ‘human nose’ they have another section. Clicking ‘human nose’ link did not give me a heart attack but they again failed to meet my expectation of pretty nose picture. They say that it is the protruding part of the face that bears the nostrils. Now the picture looks quiet competitive to go along with the sentence (NOI nose owner! My nose happens to be elder sister of your nose).

I was very much concern about the nose of my kids. My nose happens to be something that has been causing inferiority (or I should say protrud-iority) complex since childhood. I could foresee the noses of my to-be-born kids. The only ray of hope was my wife-to-be. Call it destiny or whatever, when I fall in love, my nose heart bumped into someone with quiet the same nose as mine. She says, “We already had a nose for being a couple”. So, you may anticipate, I have inherited my nose to my kids.

I think when aliens will come on our planet they will find our noses quiet funny. But maybe they cannot see beyond the ends of their noses that’s why they are not going to arrive, at least in near future. We will discuss this maybe some other time. For today our focus is nose.

People do a lot of stuff with their noses, without even once thinking about it. Some people pick their noses in public. Some love to poke noses in others life. I don’t know why they cannot keep their noses out of others businesses. My neighbor is really nosy, but it never gets up my nose. Honestly, it is no skin off my nose.

I love my wife with all my heart and nose soul. But sometimes when I put my nose to the grindstone her nose goes out of joint. When it happens I always have to sit in the backyard to write peacefully.

It is too cold here. I should follow my nose and go back to the TV lounge. I do not want my 15 year old son to win by a nose, grasp the TV remote control and start watching TV right under my nose.

Nosing into the house!

Wait! are you thinking about your nose now?

You Get Bored Because You Don’t Know How to Run.

It is morning. People are jogging, doing fitness exercises etc. in a public park. An old man and a women is standing near the entrance of the park. The women looks like she is in her mid 30’s, dressed in a long pink dress. The old man is in his track suit, he is about 70, but looks active.
“You do not come nowadays?” The old man asked.
“Yes, I am bored of this jogging and running etc.” the women replied.
“You get bored because you don’t know how to run.”
The women looks startled for a moment, but the emotion does not go unnoticed.
“You come here daily, I know. We never talked though… Actually I am taking rest. Its kinds time out”, she smiles. “I am in middle of something”.
“You are taking time out of life?” The old man asked.
“Yes, kinda”
“You are bored of life?” The old man raised his eyebrows in astonishment.
She keeps silence.
“Do you know why we get bored or tired of life? It is because we do not know how to live. I do not know what you are going through, my child. But I do know one thing. We all at a point in time come to a phase when we get tired of life. We stop. We stop doing and start waiting; waiting for the good time to come. We forget one thing. Good time doesn’t come by itself. It is we, ourselves that make the time good. Do you know nothing in this world is truly smooth? If it were, we would not be able to see that. The beauty of life lies in contrast of colors, friction, ups and downs, light and dark, black and white.” The old man voice seems to coming out directly from his soul.
“I respect you and your words are making me feel good, but as soon as we will take our paths, I will be overcome by the same situation that I am going through. This shall pass.”
The old man smiles,” You are going through a tough time. But as you said, “This shall pass.” The old man check his show lases and start to jog.
“I will see you tomorrow on the jogging track!” He leaves and wave good-bye.
The women was standing there. Speechless. Watching the old man go and meeting some park-fellow, laughing and running.
A couple passes by.
“There is Mr.James!”, the man pointed towards the old man, “who can say he is suffering from cancer! What a lively man!”