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Posted: 11 years ago
DISNEY taught me to never stop believing in my dreams.
HARRY POTTER taught me that love and friendship dominates all kinds of evil.
 
NARNIA taught me that we must all grow up and leave our childhood behind - but we must never forget it.
 
PERCY JACKSON taught me that there's a hero in every one of us.
 
GLEE taught me that no matter how different we are, there's always that one thing we have in common.
 
 
 
Posted: 11 years ago
                             Dejection: An Ode

                            By Samuel Taylor Coleridge


A grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear,
  A stifled, drowsy, unimpassioned grief,
  Which finds no natural outlet, no relief,
    In word, or sigh, or tear --
O Lady! in this wan and heartless mood,
To other thoughts by yonder throstle woo'd,
  All this long eve, so balmy and serene,
Have I been gazing on the western sky,
  And its peculiar tint of yellow green:
And still I gaze -- and with how blank an eye!            
And those thin clouds above, in flakes and bars,
That give away their motion to the stars;
Those stars, that glide behind them or between,
Now sparkling, now bedimmed, but always seen:
Yon crescent Moon, as fixed as if it grew
In its own cloudless, starless lake of blue;
I see them all so excellently fair,
I see, not feel, how beautiful they are!
        
           

    My genial spirits fail;
    And what can these avail                   
To lift the smothering weight from off my breast?
    It were a vain endeavour,
    Though I should gaze for ever
On that green light that lingers in the west:
I may not hope from outward forms to win
The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.

           

O Lady! we receive but what we give,
And in our life alone does Nature live:
Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud!
  And would we aught behold, of higher worth,           
Than that inanimate cold world allowed
To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd,
  Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth
A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud
    Enveloping the Earth --
And from the soul itself must there be sent
  A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth,
Of all sweet sounds the life and element!

           

O pure of heart! thou need'st not ask of me
What this strong music in the soul may be!           
What, and wherein it doth exist,
This light, this glory, this fair luminous mist,
This beautiful and beauty-making power.
  Joy, virtuous Lady! Joy that ne'er was given,
Save to the pure, and in their purest hour,
Life, and Life's effluence, cloud at once and shower,
Joy, Lady! is the spirit and the power,
Which wedding Nature to us gives in dower
  A new Earth and new Heaven,
Undreamt of by the sensual and the proud --           
Joy is the sweet voice, Joy the luminous cloud --
    We in ourselves rejoice!
And thence flows all that charms or ear or sight,
  All melodies the echoes of that voice,
All colours a suffusion from that light.

           

There was a time when, though my path was rough,
  This joy within me dallied with distress,
And all misfortunes were but as the stuff
  Whence Fancy made me dreams of happiness:
For hope grew round me, like the twining vine,           
And fruits, and foliage, not my own, seemed mine.
But now afflictions bow me down to earth:
Nor care I that they rob me of my mirth;
    But oh! each visitation
Suspends what nature gave me at my birth,
  My shaping spirit of Imagination.
For not to think of what I needs must feel,
  But to be still and patient, all I can;
And haply by abstruse research to steal
  From my own nature all the natural man --           
  This was my sole resource, my only plan:
Till that which suits a part infects the whole,
And now is almost grown the habit of my soul.

           

Hence, viper thoughts, that coil around my mind,
    Reality's dark dream!
I turn from you, and listen to the wind,
  Which long has raved unnoticed.  What a scream
Of agony by torture lengthened out
That lute sent forth!  Thou Wind, that rav'st without,
  Bare crag, or mountain-tairn, or blasted tree,       
Or pine-grove whither woodman never clomb,
Or lonely house, long held the witches' home,
  Methinks were fitter instruments for thee,
Mad Lutanist! who in this month of showers,
Of dark-brown gardens, and of peeping flowers,
Mak'st Devils' yule, with worse than wintry song,
The blossoms, buds, and timorous leaves among.
  Thou Actor, perfect in all tragic sounds!
Thou mighty Poet, e'en to frenzy bold!
    What tell'st thou now about?               
    'Tis of the rushing of an host in rout,
  With groans, of trampled men, with smarting wounds --
At once they groan with pain, and shudder with the cold!
But hush! there is a pause of deepest silence!
  And all that noise, as of a rushing crowd,
With groans, and tremulous shudderings -- all is over --
  It tells another tale, with sounds less deep and loud!
    A tale of less affright,
    And tempered with delight,
As Otway's self had framed the tender lay, --           
    'Tis of a little child
    Upon a lonesome wild,
Not far from home, but she hath lost her way:
And now moans low in bitter grief and fear,
And now screams loud, and hopes to make her mother hear.

           

'Tis midnight, but small thoughts have I of sleep:
Full seldom may my friend such vigils keep!
Visit her, gentle Sleep! with wings of healing,
  And may this storm be but a mountain-birth
May all the stars hang bright above her dwelling,       
  Silent as though they watched the sleeping Earth!
    With light heart may she rise,
    Gay fancy, cheerful eyes,
  Joy lift her spirit, joy attune her voice;
To her may all things live, from pole to pole,
Their life the eddying of her living soul!
  O simple spirit, guided from above,
Dear Lady! friend devoutest of my choice,
Thus mayest thou ever, evermore rejoice.
 
Posted: 11 years ago
"For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it.
For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it.
For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it."
Posted: 11 years ago
Why COMPLICATE life?
 
Missing somebody?...CALL
Wanna meet up?...INVITE
Wanna be understood?...EXPLAIN
Have questions?...ASK
Don't like something?...SAY IT
Like something?...STATE IT
Want something?...ASK FOR IT
Love someone?...TELL IT
 
We just have one life...
Keep it Simple, Silly! (This is called the K.I.S.S. principle!)
 
 
Posted: 11 years ago
            times have changed as have values of everything

The other day I was telling my grandson about the great changes that have occurred in my lifetime,
from the time when I was a child. I said "Look, when I was a kid as you are now,
my Mom sent me to the store around the corner, with 10 rupees .
I returned with two packs of butter, two liters of milk, a bag of potatoes, two packets of cheese,
a packet of sugar, a loaf of bread and a dozen eggs."
And my grandson replied:
"Grandfather, in your time there were no surveillance cameras
Posted: 11 years ago
                         Childhood and seasons in the sun


     
                   Times have changed and the world has changed with it.And with it are fading memories.Nowadays very few of the teenage generations have a village to go to to spend summer holidays or the odd festival weekend.And when i say village i really mean the ones with the old charm.I had the special privilege of spending quite a few of my childhood days in the company of farmers,cows,the huge village well and the rather special brook or should i say a gentle stream with just enough water to walk through it.

                              Leaving Bangalore for Chennai after the much flogged tragedies in my life changed me for i was no longer that street bumpkin.Going to a school,learning English and just the city atmosphere back in the seventies changed our personality,at least it did mine.It was some years before i came back to Bangalore and spent quality time with my many cousins and they numbered in the dozens.Still some of us gravitated to each other and our group was made up of those who were just separated by a few years.For it didn't matter if one was nine and the other was eleven,it didn't matter if one was a boy or the other was a girl.strangely all that mattered was was us being close to each other and just spend time doing goofy things,trying to see who could climb the highest tree,trying to beat each other at skipping stones or just those things children do or did.Nowadays there is a dull ache in my breast and sometimes i close my eyes and play those memories again and again.Even after so many years they are fresh and show that i too was that child at one point of time.My hair is thinning and the grey hairs are slowly winning the battle and in my solitary moments where i am one with those memories,i see and remember myself running and chasing chickens and goats in my village.I remember stealing chilli powder and salt for those tiny mangoes and guavas and after feasting on them all of us used to sleep stretched like dead bodies but as one and we didn't have fans in all the rooms those days.The village is called Panathur just about 20 to 30 kilometers away from Bangalore and my uncle Gopanna and his brothers lived there.He was married to my dad's sister Shanta aunty and had three children namely deepa,kiran and bindu called bondi.Bindu was one of my cousins with whom i grew up with in chennai and she was also my morai ponnu.That was the thought and a foregone conclusion among my family elders but well as you know yours truly bucked the trend when that moment came and my uncle and aunt came to chennai to finalise the marraige.And well you know how that worked out and to whom i am happily married.


                                           Days in a village can fly like that for there are so many things to do and investigate.Those days just when i was about ten or eleven i had this huge crush on of my cousins and she was called pummy.Well today she is a mother of three and happily married but weighs a ton and i haven't seen her in ages,come to think of it in nearly twenty years.But those days she was the daintiest thing i had ever seen and i used to follow her like a puppy.And yes i was lucky enough to steal a kiss that summer and although i didnt' know how to kiss and just followed what i had seen in some english film.

                                    There were so many special moments but my memory is not like what it was before or it is just that those memories are running away to make a home in someone elses life.There are days when i try hard to sit still and recollect all those moments of joy but to no avail and so i let them slip and fade and wait for them to come back in their own accord since they are mine and probably will come when i am really old and when i need them as crutches.


                            The village well was a huge one and water to the fields were pumped up from that well but generally people didn't mind us children taking a dip in it.And we didn't just take a dip in it but rather lived in it.There were a few tubes to go around but i always got the old and dirty looking car tyre.It didn't matter for it kept me afloat and i did manage to learn how to swim.At least i thought i was swimming when in reality my cousins thought that i was having an epileptic fit or in death throes.No egos,no arrogance,no underlying negative vibrations but just pure love and love that is possible when we are children for in those eyes with which we view the world are unbiased.Eating cotton candy,tender cucumbers,raw mangoes and so many unknown eatables which today might buy me a one way ticket to the emergency room.Our eyes used to brim with tears and they were sweet and those of happy moments and they mingled with that dirty old village well and we were one,one entity just like our tears of happiness was one with the well water once it had flowed into it.

                          Sometime in my sleep i feel those tears flow and i wake up to those moments when we were running around the village,trying to ride goats and cows,and generally making fools of ourselves.We had an old man related to our grandfather and we used to sit around him and gaze at him in curiosity for he was the oldest person we knew and then he used to scare us with loud farts and we used to scream in fear and scatter in all directions but still giggling we used to gather around him and he used to entertain us with stories about ghosts and long gone british empire.


                                 The world is changing,evolving,my body is changing,ageing but the video collection of my memories are safe in the vault and have gathered no mould and i pick up each one of them and watch them as part of them and in disbelief i realize that i too was young,i too was innocent and too lived some years among those children before becoming part of adulthood.
Posted: 11 years ago
yup,time flies and maharani has flow away wit it.I am doing fine and i hope the same with you.Be well.
Posted: 11 years ago
I don't feel bad that times are changing...
just feel a lot of sadness at how these people have lost their innocence along the way.
Posted: 11 years ago
Originally posted by s.satishkumar


A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet.

She poured the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even.. The total had to be exactly perfect.. No chance here for mistakes.

Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall's Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief sign above the door.

She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention, but he was too busy at this moment. Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good. Finally she took a Quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it!

'And what do you want?' the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice.. I'm talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven't seen in ages,' he said without waiting for a reply to his question.

'Well, I want to talk to you about my brother,' Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. 'He's really, really sick...and I want to buy a miracle.'

'I beg your pardon?' said the pharmacist.

'His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle cost?'

'We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry but I can't help you,' the pharmacist said, softening a little.

'Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs.'

The pharmacist's brother was a well dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, 'What kind of a miracle does your brother need?'

' I don't know,' Tess replied with her eyes welling up. I just know he's really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my money..'

'How much do you have?' asked the man from Chicago .

'One dollar and eleven cents,' Tess answered barely audible.

'And it's all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to.'

'Well, what a coincidence,' smiled the man. 'A dollar and eleven cents---the exact price of a Miracle for little brothers.'

He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said 'Take me to where you live. I want
To see your brother and meet your parents. Let's see if I have the miracle you need.'

That well-dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed free of charge and it wasn't long until Andrew was home again and doing well.

Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place.

'That surgery,' her Mom whispered. 'was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?'

Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost...one dollar and eleven cents...plus the faith of a little child.

In our lives, we never know how many miracles we will need.

A miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of a higher law.


This one brought tears in my eyes. So touchy and cute as well. Thanks for sharing it here.
Edited by migan - 11 years ago
Posted: 11 years ago
Hi Satish
 
i don't see you in Rajakumari anymore are you coming later

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