A Small Story…

A boy and a girl were playing together. The boy had a collection of marbles. The girl had some sweets with her. The boy told the girl that he will give her all his marbles in exchange for her sweets. The girl agreed.The boy kept the biggest and the most beautiful marble aside and gave the rest to the girl. The girl gave him all her sweets as she had promised.That night, the girl slept peacefully. But the boy couldn't sleep as he kept wondering if the girl had hidden some sweets from him the way he had hidden his best marble.

Moral of the story: If you don't give your hundred percent in a relationship, you'll always keep doubting if the other person has given his/her hundred percent.. Give your hundred percent to everything you do and sleep peacefully

A shoulder

Was going through a post in another blog and couldn’t resist from not posting it in mine. It’s a small story that goes about this way.....

A mom asks her small kid what he thinks was the most important part of his body??
The kid listens to the questions. Thinks for a while and says 'my ears mom'. Who assumed sound to be very important for all humans. Mom shrugs off saying "this is not the right answer" "there are many deaf people who found ways to survive though"

Time passed by and the kid came across the same question again, and now he thought himself to be a lil wise enough to answer the question with all the maturity he thought he had gained and then he answered "Mom, sight is very important to us. So i guess the most important part should be our eyes" Mom refutes saying “you are learning very fast. But there are many blind people leading life. I’m afraid that’s not the right answer"

Years passed by and he kept trying different answers, stumped all the time.

and then

suddenly his grandfather died one day. Everyone was in deep pain, his dad was in all grief. He saw his dad crying, which was not usual at all. And during his time to say a final good bye to his grandpa his mom asked him again "What is the most important part of your body?" he was all shocked to listen to the question at that time. He didn’t expect it. He always thought it was a game between the two.

And then his mom understood the confusion on his face "This question is very important. It shows that you have really lived in your life. For every body part you gave me in the past, I have told you were wrong. But today is the day you need to learn this important lesson."

Looked into her eyes filled with tears and then she told “the most important part of your body is your Shoulder" the boy asks is it because it holds up my head? And then she replies “No, it’s because it can hold your friends or a loved one’s head when they cry. Everybody needs a shoulder to cry on sometime in life. I only hope that you have enough love and friends that you will always have a shoulder to cry on when you need it."

And then I was silent…
Silent for a long time

This story just touched my heart in a deep way. I always took shoulder to be JUST a body part of mine, but I appreciate its importance now. I look back and I’m so glad that in this journey called life I’ve successfully bagged so many for myself. If tomorrow, i want to cry I’m sure that I will have my friends shoulder waiting for me. It’s so strange that throughout our life we engross our self with so many worldly comforts and luxuries which can all be optional, and forget the subtle things that can bring so much of difference to our living…

bug menace..

At a point of time when the whole world is sitting up and awaiting to talk about the glorious moment when the first african american takes up as the 44th president of the US of A, I am so dejected to talk about something that has been so badly sucking my blood out... and that is about the awful, disgusting, terrifying, unpleasant BED BUGS.. i even hate to highlight it but i just do that to show how much i hate them...i get up in the morning only to count the new number of spots they have chosen for the day, and force me to think how many liters of my blood have they suck today. It seems like crazy but i started studying about bed bugs now. what are they exactly.. how do they live... on what all they feed and how they do that.. And alarmingly i find that it’s just not me who is being tortured by these menacing creatures but a whole big bunch of them out there.
For the first initial days of my time here in America i never knew what bugs were like... like a fairy in a wonder land i always heard stories about it, but i never ever saw them... but wait.. What was it that i just wrote?? I’ve compared these gorsy bed bugs with the cute fairies... i dont think i really wanted to do that [:P] anyways, and now... when i moved to this new place and thought that my life would be really exciting now on... i find it coming so true in a different way with these monstrous bugs...but there surely is a bright side to it tooo... im learning about these lentils kind'a creatures these days. ahaaa... but that shouldn’t let you think that I don’t hate them as much as I do..

if i was given one wish at this point of time that would surely be to free this planet from bed bugs...

hmm...

or maybe not [:P]

the menace continues.....

relations

was watching this film Fireproof... and started thinking all bout relationships.
How strange they are
How complicated they become at times
How carefully they have to be handled
And most importantly how beautiful they can make your life least they have been played right :)

i actually don’t know what exactly i deducted from that and what i want to pen down here.. Maybe i wanted to gauge about it here. How good or bad i have been with them. How happy i am with those and what changes i want to bring in to them. Have i been a good daughter, sister, a good friend or a good lover so far....

Or maybe not!!!!!

Today i think about the relationship that i hold with myself. This thought kind a surprises me. i haven’t thought about it so far.... never ever tried to analyze what is the kind of relation that i hold with my own self. i realize that i haven’t given much attention to this one. i have been so grossly entangled in satisfying, nurturing my other relations that i have completely ignored the one that i hold with my own self. And now time has given me a fair part of itself to bridge this gap and keep pace with the rest.

Good luck to me with this very new relation :)

V.O.I.D

feel like time has come to an end.
find myself drowned in this ocean of emptiness.
in a state of emotional void
i suddenly can not feel anything
facking on the outside as good and going

but...

this emptiness is killing me
how do i come out of it
ma mind is dying to get out of it
and my heart dosent listen to it

searcing for reasons

my heart screams out loud
that i can make no more comprimises
yelling to do what it says
and now....
decided to listen to it
no matter its gona hurt me the same

i hate taking decisions
but i have to
y is it that most of the time we will have to do
what we dont want to do???
i hate it!!!!!