THE INNOCENT ROSE

     Once upon a time there  was a beautiful garden of roses,splendid full of grace and fragrance .a midst all the roses  was a rose which has not bloomed yet. Looking at the garden around, it used to feel deprived and left out as there was no insect approaching her, no hummingbird visiting her , no one ever came to savor it’s fragrance. This bothered her very much . All the other roses were crowded with bees and birds except this innocent rose. It was filled with hatred, towards it self. One day ,early in the morning  a very old Buddhist monk passed by the garden and could sense this  rose filled with grief ,then he approached her and asked her .why she wasn't happy and rejoicing.

      Then the rose expressed her grief and sobbed out loud. Listening to all this , the old monk felt compassionate for the rose and tried to console her. Smiling at her he said , “ look baby ,you are still young  for all that to happen because you have not bloomed yet”. And the rose is hardly aware of that , it asked the monk to explain what it was . “blooming is to open up baby , to let life flow through you, allowing fragrance and grace to flow through you”, the monk replied smiling at the innocence of  the rose and rubbed the rose with his slender fingers to share the warmth and went away.

       The rose then introspected and realized that all these days it didn't know about blossoming and that it despised the way it was. Now she was absolutely OK with everything around her, she was happy for all the other roses ,hoping that one day she too would share the fragrance ,

      Next day ,surprisingly a hummingbird  approaches her to savor the nectar. Then did she know that she is blossoming bright and felt very happy.Her  sweet fragrance  attracted many bees . She was overwhelmed with ecstasy and was overflowing with grace . She felt thankful for the monk who gave her the understanding about life. That first we need to feel happy about what we are and then life starts to shower.

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We are like the innocent rose too, unaware that we too will blossom and share the fragrance one day. We just need to stay happy  for ourselves and others , looking for that one moment,to bloom to the fullest, which will be the turning point of our life.

A Herculean Ride On The Rails Of India

               

 12 - 01-2014

          Well It was 11:00 pm and I was in the railway station, waiting for the machilipatnam- visakhapatnam passenger , which was scheduled to  arrive at 11:50 pm.My friend Ganesh and I were eagerly waiting for it , it was already half past 12 ,but the train didn't arrive yet , then did I realize that I am in an Indian railway station and laughed to myself. Mean while around 12:45 the train has reached and we both rushed to the general bhogi(coach) to grab a seat, but God damn, there  wasn't enough place to even get into the train ,and more over there were people pushing us away, and I just gave up trying to get into it.

         

        We waited for the visakha-express which is to arrive at 1:30  and thank God, it arrived around 1:35 am, this time too we rushed to enter of the train .My friend has already given up and suggested me to give a try, I somehow caught hold of the steel rods and was hanging at the foot board, hoping that I could get in once the train moves .Unfortunately , an old man too caught hold of the same bhogi, Oh my God, he was stinking to death, I don't fathom which liquor brand did he choose but , the smell was unbearable. So, I immediately jumped out and took a plunge of the fresh air.

     

        My friend laughed at me and we both approached the inquiry officer for any other trains on board , we were informed that there were 2 trains early in the morning around 6:00 am. so , we were compelled to stay back in the waiting hall of the station. fortunately we had a good night's sleep even if  it was on  a couch and even if the lights were switched on, I woke up at 4:45 am to buy the tickets as the tickets are given only 1 hour prior to the train's arrival, and then I was told that the train’s arrival was postponed to 7:30 am. Ganesh, told that we shall head to Tadepalligudam and catch a train form there , so we immediately came out and got into a service auto.

   

         Thank God for the complicated physiology of the abdomen , which supports  the stomach , heart, liver ,pancreas to stay fixed  at place come what may , because a speedy ride in that auto on the pukka roads of Bhimavaram was such a jerk, moreover the co-passenger who got in started puffing biddi, the pungent odour of that dried strip of leaf was plunging into my lungs and I couldn't resist it .

         Finally we reached Gudem, Ganesh rushed to get the tickets as the train is going to arrive and there was a whole lot of crowd waiting to grab a space.I figured a bhogi , which seemed hardly empty ;-) and tried to get in , and that was really a herculean task .The thing is if we are going to miss this train ,then we are gonna miss the whole day. so, I somehow gained courage and pushed in to make my self firm and also took care that Ganesh was also in. We were literally handing at the foot board , just being supported by a single leg.

         When the train fastened I was feeling nervous , at the fact that, we were just half inch away from the poles passing and that was seriously awful.Our lives were totally at stake , not knowing when we will  be banged . Even in such critical situation , there were people swearing each other for some silly reasons, people using cuss words for being stamped , being pushed ,being pressured sounded totally silly.

         here too there were people chewing pan parag, gutka ,thambhaku  and spitting publicly though the windows and doors , and puffing biddi and cigarette in that burning situation. And to my surprise there were even eunuchs, demanding money from us , I straight away made it clear that I am not gonna give him/her any money, and he/she went away throwing cuss words onto me . Then there where vendors selling buttermilk, idly and roasted peanut.And that was ridiculous ,but still there were people who savored them in such congested situation too. Then there were two blind old women , who sang really good and they were begging alms, those few moments of their music melting into my ears were memorable.

                                           

          You can see me totally withered . hanging at the foot board,without a good night's sleep( I remember I said that I had a good night's sleep ,but that didn't last longer). without a shower, without a meal. But still, what's cool about all this was the hand full of smiles I shared with the people around me , playing with two little girl children was really fun . Then finally we reached vizag around 12:30 in the afternoon. Finally I braved a torturous ride of almost 5 hours. I don't know whether I will succeed in my semister  exams, But I am sure that I can brave such rides ever after....:-)

           The very first thing I did after getting home is ,I googled for the least densely populated place in the world  and found the list of top ten least densely populated places in which Greenland(Denmark) stands first with just 0.026 people per square kilometer and that's really cool. I guess one day I will definitely visit this place.

            http://listverse.com/2008/11/11/top-10-least-densely-populated-nations/

        So this is how I braved a herculean ride on the rails of India  and reached home safely :-)

failure is the fog through which you glimpse triumph

      "failure is the fog through which you glimpse triumph".....this sounds poetic, unfortunately I couldn't pen this one liner. I picked it from the movie Ironman 3, which I watched lastnight. I thought this would be apt for my blog and picked it up.I wasn't sure whether it is aquires any copy rights or not , so I aslo ckecked it for plagiarism and it's totally clean .
           The moment those words reached my ears ,the thought of using it as a title poped in me.

       We have many people , many books , many inspirational speeches which give us a really good explaination of how to face failure , how to withstand it ,welcome it with free will and hope for success, and to repeat all those adrenaline boosting words to wash away the pain of failure is a little momotonous .

       I have something which is not yet touched by any one ( If I guess right) to tell you. I am a kind of intellectual idiot .So, I usually analyse things catagorize things , and learn the way I wish to learn , puting aside the real jist of it , while in one such situation while I was interpreting success and failure, something unusual , very unique percepion towards success and failure has happened.

       Since I knew that I was running in the race of life, since I knew that I was being eyed by the society , I was success consious ,hardly knowing what success is . Mostly I used to  accompany  faiure , to acually feel how it sounds, is it really that adverse wich makes one intimidating and feel bad about failure. Unfortunately I never felt that way and started loving it , and obviously I learned something precious.But that didn't put me down .Then lately when I was pondering on it , I could really sense what acually success is and laughed to my self , I guess it will make you think too...

    MY Philosophy about success and failure
     
      * It is best  to do what you love and fail in it, that to do what you don't love and win
     
      * You need to be proud that you can actually fail , when many people have hardly an opportunity to compete

      * whenever I watch an sport ,where a team celebrates the victory and the other is filled with grief  ,I hardly consider it as a victory .

      * I dream of a victory which is collective , which is earned by putting hands together , which can be celebrated by the whole humanity
   
      * One's victory should create the   gesture of love and joy in the opponent and not the seeds of grief and hatred .

       * To savour success is to share your lessons ,which you learned from your failures and to be the significant part in other's success too.

       * After all it is man who considers success  as a paramount of life. And hardly does he know  that success and failure are pure myths.


       * Success is giving back . It is to share and be happy for others by helping them in their reality.

         
               
   
 
           

   

GOD MUST BE AN ARTIST

                                           

     Finally I reached the abode of creativity. You guessed right. It’s the very earth,full of colours, round the horizon.Colours at which one can fall into wonderment. I was welcomed with the charm and chirp of life, with it’s whole delight and dignity. I remember the soothing warmth of sun’s resplendence melting into me.The sky’s grandeur filling my frown. The verity of the nature’s hidden treasures has unraveled before me within no time. Deep down I could feel the luxury of life.

     Just few eons away from those nostalgic reminiscences I realized that I started to get lured by life, like the pretty cute chicks entailing their sissy stringent mother. To my surprise,I could sense the earth’s fragrance smashing my face. Only then did I discover that the motherhood is going to shower her glory and descend to her children. Suddenly there was  darkness all around,smothered with the whips and mours of the sobbing sky. You guessed right, those are the tears of exaltment, the overwhelming pouring for missing the beloved all the while.

     I could witness many creatures(creators), fooling all around merry at the unison of existence, by their acute and amazing rhythm of expression. That triggered a snigger in me , I started to merry too, I reached out to join them ,to share my glory with them and add beauty to the very existence . I feel enthralled when I get to know and feel such exquisitely chiseled glory and the  unique trait of one and all .It’s so beautiful to have a garden full of flowers with different colours , differents genres , unique  ‘ragrances all together savouring the very appetite of creativity. And that is the case with us too , we all are the blushing ,bright flowers in the garden of existence and each one tapped with an expertise expression of existence. And it also makes me proud , makes be boast at myself for the precious privilege I share with all of them . I know it’s the earth’s love and care which binds us all together making us united in the tapestry of diversity

    Hahahaha…….I laugh out loud every time I am conjured with those pressing phrases of ponder on the malicious acts of the eternity ,knowing that they are just a  camouflage ,to crack the shell of my being . Like the seeds face the frightening presses of existence before  expressing and manifesting into a huge tree, they too are the tricks and tactics of the eternal mother to make her children unleash their own  immortal inheritance.

      The play of eternity Is pretty witty , and we need to be smart enough not to be pulled into the maze and just to be situated above all it’s vanity . like the chasing tornado hitting hard , the life too shatters unto you, and as you know   that a cyclone can never deprive any  when  situated in the centre of it’s heart ,come what may.You too can tackle the flickering flaws of life by looking above them .

      I sometimes wonder at the weird and wonderful artistry of the almighty for pouring into me the eternal experience of existence but  snatched away the physical experience of my vision and yet allowing me to have all the glory of life’s love allowing me to share and store my life’s memoir as a note of excellence .If I am right, I guess…..GOD MUST BE AN ARTIST