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Inspired about

One day, on my way back from work I saw a tiny creation. It was a tiny peepal or bodhi tree. It stood there with dignity on some mud which was invisible to my eyes. Its green leaves fluttered in the breeze. To me, it seemed as if it was conveying the message of its joyous existence.

A few days back I was going through a difficult time, but then everything had turned out to be better. This tiny speck of life was reflecting my state of mind and needed a well deserved attention – at least from me. So instead of taking a selfie, I just took its picture for remembrance sake.

It reminded me, that nothing is impossible… that there will always be some hope. It showed  me that hope will reap some kind of creation. It reminded me that every creation born will only become another’s source of inspiration. Once found inspiration, there will be, every reason to be inspired in life to do anything.

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peepal tree

 

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Three Quotes Challenge – 3

I’ve been nominated again for the three quote challenge by Millie. She is a terrific blogger and an amazing author. If you’d want to know more about her, then just click at – Millie Thom. The rules of this challenge are as follows:

  1. Post one quotation a day for three days (they can be from other sources or one of your own).
  2. Nominate 3 other bloggers to participate per post.
  3. Thank the blogger who nominated you.

I would like to pass the challenge to:

Suganiya Rassiah from Infinite Passion

Perpetua from The Seeker and

Heena Rathore P.

It could be a busy day but I hope they participate only if time permits them otherwise no worries. 🙂

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Three Quotes Challenge – 2

I’ve been nominated again for the three quote challenge by Millie. She is a terrific blogger and an amazing author. If you’d want to know more about her, then just click at – Millie Thom. The rules of this challenge are as follows:

  1. Post one quotation a day for three days (they can be from other sources or one of your own).
  2. Nominate 3 other bloggers to participate per post.
  3. Thank the blogger who nominated you.

I would like to pass the challenge to:

Suganiya Rassiah from Infinite Passion

Perpetua from The Seeker and

Heena Rathore P.

It could be a busy day but I hope they participate only if time permits them otherwise no worries. 🙂

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3 days, 3 quote

I would like to thank Millie Thom for passing the “3 days, 3 quote challenge” to me.

Here is my quote for day 2.

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Day 2 quote

The rules of this challenge are very simple

1. Thank the person who nominated you.

2. Write a quote for three consecutive days. They can be your own quotes or a quote by someone.

3. Nominate 3 other people.

However, since I love quotes and they are fun to read and share; I am opening the nomination to all my reader friends. So, if you are reading this consider yourself nominated and if you are interested to share quotes then please make the post. Please don’t forget to link your post back to mine. Let your quote speak for 3 days. 🙂

3 days, 3 quote

First of all I would like to thank Millie Thom for passing the “3 days, 3 quote challenge” to me.

It is a new challenge in circulation and I’m glad to have been asked to participate. I love quotes. As a kid I had a diary in which I had written quotes. The diary would be circulated in the class and everyone would copy from it.

Quotes are the best way to motivate you during those sad and depressed moments of your life. Without much saying, it works like a best friend, guiding you through your trouble and also directing you to your desired path. I lost that dairy; I was careless in keeping it.

As I have always loved quotes, I again started collecting them when I started writing. This time I started writing my own quotes (you can read that in the thought matters section).

Day 1 Quote

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Quotes are wonderful to read and fun to share. And so, I am opening the nomination to all my reader friends.

If you’d like to participate in this challenge then put up 1 quote each for three consecutive days. Please don’t forget to link your post back to mine. I’d love to hear your quotes. 🙂

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On My Way

Determination alone cannot catapult you to achieving your goals. I realized this as I was quite determined to start my walks a few days back. Although determination being a strong contender I was still unable to find a suitable time for my walks.

I had been wanting to go walking – mornings or evenings, it didn’t matter. I just wanted it back in my routine.

Wanting is not equivalent to willing. “I want to go for walks,” I kept saying to myself. I had scribbled “walking” for 8 or 9p.m. in my dairy. I kept looking at it day after day. In my mind’s track I would have already walked a mile. Determination was proving to be futile. The more I jumped on the determination boat, the waves of procrastination drived me back and I swallowed disappointment.

Everyday I stared at my dairy with a willpower so strong that I could feel the adrenaline rushing in my legs from my past walks. Now I had scribbled “walking” for 5 or 6 in the morning. For another few days the process was repeated – ogling at my dairy along with visualization. This time it was a little different as I said, “I will go for my walks.” I took it as a positive sign.

There was still a problem – I don’t get up before 6:30 or 7. I am a morning person but not an early riser.

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Today, I finally did it. I got up at 5.30 a.m.

In the park, freshness of the morning greeted me with a red flower (bottle brush, I think). The bright colour added to its fresh look and suggested only one thing – will power. Seated on a throne of green leaves it smiled ready to begin its day. I knew it had spoken to me. Before the moment could melt away in time, I cast a clicking spell and froze it in my mobile. It was my reward for the day.

Inspired by this little reward I will surely go for a walk tomorrow and then day after tomorrow and… untill my will power wanes off. I’ll wait till today comes to an end and I begin another day with a fresh start – a new day, a new tomorrow.

Let’s see what else do I find tomorrow on my way to my morning walk.

 

 

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Five Days of Black&White

I would like to thank Lore from Snow’s Fissures and Fractures for nominating me for the “five days of black and white photography challenge”. This post was long due but as I was struggling with time I could not post earlier. However, as I now get to play along I’m really happy. 🙂

For day 1 I would like to share this photo.

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rajnigandha flower buds

Everyday is a new gift with new possibilities and endless realities. Life is sweet and fragrant only if you’d stop, to savour a moment’s beauty. I had bought the stem of rajnigandha flower on a rather sad day. But while photographing the buds I saw its beauty and felt happiness seep into my heart. Rajnigandha is one of my favourite flowers.

I would like to tag Della from The Passion Dew for this challenge. She is a brilliant photographer and I love her photos. I’m sure you’ll be glued to her blog once you are there.

I would love to see you participate. I would also totally understand if you would decide not to participate for any reason.

The rules of this challenge are:

  1. For 5 consecutive days create a post any past or present photo in black and white.
  2. Each day you invite a new photographer to join the fun.

I did it, I could do anything

There was a spiral staircase in our school building. We were not allowed to go there but I was always curious about it. Somehow I thought of Rapunzel or someone trapped up inside what looked like a room.

With a group of five friends I decided to go. When we climbed up we went half way and then came back. Due to its spiral shape and the gaps between each step we felt dizzy and not to mention that the height scared us away.

We again tried the second time. It was decided that three would stand down just in case we fell or something happened. I was one of the two to go up. I reached only to find a lock at the entrance. I didn’t look down as I went up; as I knew, if I would then I could not go ahead. It was only when I reached the top of the staircase that I saw down for a brief moment. I thought I would feel good but I realized my fear of heights for the very first time. An uneasiness filled my tummy. There was a feeling that I was sitting on a merry go round and I started running down the stairs.

We were happy because we had done something that no one had done (or so we thought). We didn’t find anything but we did it. At that moment I certainly felt that having done this I could do anything. If I was there I could be anywhere where my heart desired me to be.

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MJ and a Life Chapter

MJ is my next door neighbor and he often storms into my house, unannounced.He is a great storyteller and is really good at it. I enjoy his ramblings. Plus he is an adorable six year old kid.

This time his story – spending time with his father on a Saturday, fishing by the river. He said, “Just me and dad, went fishing.”

“So how many fish did you catch?” I asked him.

“No! I didn’t catch fish. I got stones from there. Dad said that water is dangerous and cold and I should be sitting on the stool. I got bored and started collecting the stones.”

“So, Jake how many stones did you get?” I asked.

“I got a whole box. Come with me I’ll show them to you.”

On his request I went with him to his house.

There they are and he pointed towards his garden. He had painted the stones and placed them in the garden. Colourful stones – small, big, red, yellow, green, dotted, lines all placed in the garden. I was impressed with MJ’s talent and told him that one day he will be a great landscape artist. He gave me a big smile.

A few days after MJ came to my house again. I knew he had something to tell me. I asked him, “What’s the matter MJ? Where had you been?”

“Nowhere, I was busy shopping with mom and aunt. They took me to buy veggies and fruits.”

“What all did you buy?” I asked knowing that he would share it anyways.

“Do you know Mr.D this time I got to pick some tomatoes from there. Mom gets very angry when I touch things in the shop but Aunt Liz showed me how to pick them up. She got a basket and we filled it. She said that I picked some real good tomatoes and gave me some to eat as a reward for my work.” MJ was very happy with his experience and after some time went back home.

That day MJ taught me something. In life, when you get tomatoes eat them. And when you get stones paint them and use them rather than sulk in them. At any cost Jake just enjoyed and displayed his talent.

How to grow a Money Tree

money plantIt is a fascinating idea to have full grown trees with branches spreading wide open in the sky and leaves as green as sapphire and for it to be occasionally burdened with some golden fruits. Replace these leaves from the wallet owned greens and substitute the golden fruits by coins. What do you get – A Money Tree.

Parents work hard to instill the right attitude, values and behavior in us right from our childhood. I remember my father working hard. They all do and nothing has changed about that. My mother, I remember, tried to manage the house and us along with our small and big desires, needs and wants. Parents have a difficult life as we (children) enjoy as much as we can and till the time we can.

It would be unfair to expect them to be happy all the time. With all the grown up issues and responsibilities they do tend to snap at times. Which I think is only fair, as I’m dealing with them now. Whether single or married, children or no children we all have a whole lot of problems which need fixing. Some are quick fix issues and some are like the bathroom pipes  leaking after every six months of repair and some get a permanent fixing like cement poured on the ground never to come off until broken.

The issues might have transformed in shape and size but the nature still remains the same. The grown up problems (or financial health of a person or a family) affect children’s allowance directly.

One day…when 11 or 12, I had asked for some money but got some blah! blah! blah! in return. So, I decided to do something for myself.

I took some coins and notes from my pencil box – where I stored some (not all) money. It gave me an easy access to my savings. In addition to my pencil box I stored money… in a book, in a small pouch hidden beneath a pile of clothes, in a piggy bank, in a handmade paper envelope under the mattress. Then there were places completely forgotten about until a day I miraculously discovered them. Of course, it was a bumper prize for me and my face glowed like a 100 watt bulb.

With a coin and note in my hand I stormed out of the room. I declared anger by slamming the doors and utensils – my normal representation of anger. The door slammed with a big noise right behind me. The bang was powerful enough to swallow my mother’s voice. My name was already lost in the big bang boom as the door shut right behind me. My small steps made its way out of the room in great hurry.

With determined steps I marched towards the garden. Scanning through each and every spot, plants and trees, pots both empty and full I stood with the note and a coin in my hand. There was a spot by a cactus plant. Yes, that was a perfect spot. It was a safe place. In my absence the cactus plant would mother my money plant.

I was going to grow a plant – my own money plant. This would grant me independence and I’ll be saved from asking money from my parents (so, I thought). At that moment a child’s true imagination had overpowered me making be oblivious of the probability of a money plant actually not manifesting in my garden.

Deciding on the spot I looked at other particulars. Knowing that coins are made of metal – I didn’t worry much. However, I was worried about the note after all it is paper. So I covered it nicely in a plastic sheet and glued both the ends.

I dug a small hole. Put the encased note and coin in it, covered it with dark brown earth and poured some water on it. I had seen my mom planting the seeds in the same manner. My small palms were covered in soil and my nails were dark in colour by now. But all the hard work made me happy as I was looking forward to a time – an owner of a money plant.

I think the money still remains buried at the same place. No one knows of the money or my action. I wonder when did I lose track of it not growing. I realize now that it was a childish act but my imagination and intention was pure at that time.

Now that I have faced the hard truth like everyone else – that money don’t grow on tree trunks – and everyone has to work for it.

As children, we are the owners of our own imaginations. We do not think of the consequences. We are at a time, when we act with our ignorance and rest everything in a container called – believe. Over a period of time as the money tree did not come to life my imagination also got buried in the soil of reality.