Too much of Everything leads to Nothing!

When I was a kid, I used to keep a small diary where I'd ask all my friends or relatives to write something.....be it about me or anything they want to write! As usual being an obedient daughter, I started it with my mother. She's a teacher and I've always been an admirer of her knowledge.So she wrote.......

"Ati darpe hata lanka 

Ati manena kaurava

Ati dane balir bardhan

Sarvan atyantya garhitan"

Those who are familiar with Hindu mythology would definitely know the characters of Bali, Kauravas and Ravana of course! In simple  English that too much of pride brought an end to the great Rakshasha dynasty of Lanka, too much of vainness brought an end to the great clan of Kauravas and too much of giving brought an end to the King Bali. So it concludes that too much of everything is not appreciable.This is something which has been advocated by the Vedas,long time back. But I don't believe in it just because its written in the Vedas or just because my mom wrote it to me, I believe in it, it's because I've experienced it in my life, naye not only in my life but also in the lives of others! I've seen people who had been practical throughout their lives, but somewhere down the line they haven't been satisfied with their achievements because somewhere they've used their brains to counter attack situations which should've been best countered by the heart...yet their habit of referring to the brain when needed, made them forget about the existence of deeper feelings, sentimentalities etc. So perhaps that sanskrit phrase holds true in the larger context. I dont want to comment further on this topic coz I believe I'm still not matured enough to do so. I don't know about the rest...but I believe in it and thats all I need to do at this moment I guess!

Gurdian Angel

There was this little girl sitting by herself in the park. Everyone passed by her and never stopped to see why she looked so sad. Dressed in a worn pink dress, barefoot and dirty, the girl just sat and watched the people go by. She never tried to speak. She never said a word.Many people passed by her, but no one would stop. The next day I decided to go back to the park in curiosity to see if the little girl would still be there. Yes, she was there, right in the very spot here she was yesterday, and still with the same sad look in her eyes.

Today I was to make my own move and walk over to the little girl. For as we all know, a park full of strange people is not a place for young children to play alone. As I got closer I could see the back of the little girl's dress. It was grotesquely shaped. I figured that was the reason people just passed by and made no effort speak to her. Deformities are a low blow to our society and, heaven forbid if you make a step toward assisting someone who is different.

As I got closer, the little girl lowered her eyes slightly to avoid my intent stare. As I approached her, I could see the shape of her back more clearly. She was grotesquely shaped in a humped over form.I smiled to let her know it was OK; I was there to help, to talk.

I sat down beside her and opened with a simple, "Hello." The little girl acted shocked, and stammered a "hi"; after a long stare into my eyes. I smiled and she shyly smiled back. We talked until darkness fell and the park was completely empty. I asked the girl why she was so sad.The little girl looked at me with a sad face said, "Because, I'm different." I immediately said, "That you are!"; and smiled. The little girl acted even sadder and said, "I know."

"Little girl," I said, "you remind me of an angel, sweet and innocent."

She looked at me and smiled, then slowly she got to her feet and said,Really?"

"Yes, you're like a little Guardian Angel sent to watch over all people walking by."

She nodded her head yes, and smiled.

With that she opened the back of her pink dress and allowed her wings to spread, then she said "I am."

"I'm your Guardian Angel," with a twinkle in her eye.

I was speechless -- sure I was seeing things.

She said, "For once you thought of someone other than yourself. "My job here is done". I got to my feet and said, "Wait, why did no one stop to help an angel?"

She looked at me, smiled, and said, "You're the only one that could see me," and then she was gone.

And with that, my life was changed dramatically.

So, when you think you're all you have, remember, your angel is always watching over you. Like the story says, we all need someone... And, every one of your friends is an Angel in their own way. The value of a friend is measured in the heart.

My Treasure Hunt

When I was a kid....rather an imaginative one,  I used to spend my past time in reading adventure books and inevitably I used to get so influenced or rather impressed by the characters that I'd read, that I used to imagine myself as the 'hero'ine and believed each and every words that I used to read!

It so happened that after reading so many books on treasure hunt especially 'Treasure Island' I got this idea that getting treasures are very easy...especially if there's an old house (of course if it's a bit ruined that's the icing on the cake!) you are sure to get some kind of treasure if you have the tenacity and persistence!!!

Now we had this ancestral house at Dakhshineswar which was quite old and a bit ruined ofcourse...so I decided that this would be my happy hunting ground! So in all the weekends we used to go and visit there...I used to spend most of the time hunting for my precious treasure!

We had this old room, sort of an attic room at the rooftop where all the disused, old and broken things were stored...i.e it was basically a sort of store room! However, I got this crazy idea that perhaps this was the room where my treasure would perhaps be hidden...coz this was the least obvious place for others to search for it....and Aye! I promised to myself that I would not relent until and unless I find out my precious treasure from there! Hence, as soon as I decided on my target, I spent the whole noon hunting for my "precious"! No scoldings or repeated warnings could make me lose my focus...the others were just obstacles(as it happens in the books the deadly 'villains', including several cockroaches and spiders!) Aye! you know what my friends, it's truly said that persistence bears fruit....so at last after a neverending search I got a 'ring' - which I called 'Boidurja Moni'! At last I was the victor, though at that present moment I was looking more like a lunatic from Ranchi assylum coz of being smeared with the cobwebs and my hair resembling like a 'bird's nest'! And victoriously I went back to my folks (read angry dad whom my grandma was busy coaxing!)and showed them the prize...... 'Boidurja Moni' !!!!!

Aye my friends...I was so terribly proud so happy......I felt like the richest person on earth or perhaps like Columbus.....but my villianous relatives didn't welcome my discovery...they didn't yield my friends and they announced boldly...."So you got hold of this 'tuti futi' cheap, old, thrown away ring" !!!!!

Nobody listened to my point of view...instead I got a good thrashing from my mom.....and repeated threats "If you dare to do it again then.........!!!!!" So my friends for that time being I had to discard my ideas of treasure hunt...the villains were too villainous to fight with.....but hope never dies and I promise I will go for another treasure hunt this time to AFRICA!!!!!! And I hope that you will encourage me in this adventure...and if you want to be part of that...no problemo.....just pay all the necessary costs...and I promise you won't regret it!!!!

Till then
Adios.....

The Window

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his room-mate all the things he could see from outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live, for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlightened by all the activities and the colour of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while the children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every colour of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all these exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

Days and weeks passed by. One morning the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. As soon as it seemed appropriate the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the change, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the world outside. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it for himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.

It faced a blank wall.

The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased room-mate to describe such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."

Epilogue :
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations. Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared is doubled. If you want to feel rich just count all the things you have that mpney cannot buy. "Today is a gift, that's why it is called the Present."

Keep smiling always.

Welcome

Welcome to my blog. This is my very first attempt in creating any, so you can very well guess that I'm quite novice at this... hopefully you'll forgive my shortcomings and point out mistakes or areas for improvement. I will try not to make a futile effort in being a 'Writer' , rather try to entertain within my limits. Hope you like it :)