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Passion.

Passion is the life force, the fire which burns inside a person. You can always hear be passionate, do this, do that, but true passion comes from love and realization about a particular field or thing.The passion to do anything is what drives a person to perfection and capability in his or her field of interest. The passion for aeroplanes is what makes a person to become a pilot or to become an aeronautical engineer. The passion to help and cure people leads to a person becoming a doctor.

Passion is not only a force, it’s the inner power which fuels a mind towards a definite and exact goal. Though many a times passion fails a person as that person may not succeed or that particular passion may not exactly lead to the place where that person wants to go.

Cricketers, footballers, other sports persons are very passionate about their individual sports. It is the very life force which keeps them alive. They think,sleep and eat their passion.

Musicians eat, drink, live and sleep music. Nothing else exists in their world. Passion should be as fiery and fierce as the mother tiger who wouldn’t let any harm come to her cubs. Small kids often develop different interests in various fields such as drawing, painting, cricket, mathematics, science, literature, sports such as long run, short run, high jump, 400 mt race,etc,. Some and many are very much passionate about stamp collections. So,out of all these fields off interest and passion, they select one field of passion to grow in and to develop when they grow up.

The more passionate an artist or a musician is, the more better his work would be. If his passion resonates with his heart then it will surely and definitely show in his work.

Passion can make a person live, be happy and give wonderful dimensions to one’s life as it is the only thing which keeps anybody in his own sphere.

A writer’s passion is to write stories which make his audience happy.

As a blog writer it is my passion to produce something which is not unnatural but full of beauty, love, grace and a freedom from the boredom of this world.

To grow, to develop and to be sync with your inner core is one of the goals of life and when one can truly do so, always know it to be a gift from God,because no good passion exists without him.

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Climbing on a tree?

To be able to climb a tree as much higher as possible is an adventure that one never forgets. From that height to see the hills or the plantain views is a memory that we all cheer for ever. If you ever climbed a tree near a sea side, then you will know what it feels to be a lighthouse.  But tree climbing is dangerous and not advisable to each and everyone.

Once, upon a time making a tree top house would be a privilege and honour. Sometimes we would take pastries to eat after climbing a tree and many a time we used to solemnly eat the pastries and didn’t bother about climbing the tree.

Professional tree climbers who climb to bring down mangoes and coconuts from those trees, are very skilled. In places which are outside the city area, trees laden with fruits can be found. Many children learn to climb the tree in the greed for the tasty fruits. Tree climbers also have developed strong calf muscles.

In rainy seasons, small kids feel an utmost need to climb a tree and to sit on a branch. During rains, the tree branches become soft and often crumble, leading to the child getting hurt. Tree climbing is an inspiring sport. Suppose a boy has climbed a tree and his friend hasn’t. He would start gesturing and making face to his friend-“I have climbed the tree, you haven’t, boo-boo, loser”.

Children would climb Mango/Lichi/Guava tree to collect the fruits.

Monkeys climb onto trees with agility and speed and men often try to copy them, but they have forgotten that they themselves have evolved from monkeys.

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I would never ever advise tree climbing to anyone. Each and every sports has its own regulations. Always maintain your safety and instead of climbing tree, give that tree a big hug so that it lives for more and more years and basks in your love and care.

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Music On a Bus Part-2

The Band got down from the bus and the bus went on ahead.The people who were singing and clapping, were now resting and enjoying the cool breeze and the sparrows were nibbling on the titbits of food which they found on the bus.

As the bus turned towards the road from where the seaside was visible, much cooler breeze started coming and the warmth of the sunlight was so glorious and healthy, that it felt as if they were standing near the hearth in their home. As the rays of sunlight touched the body, all tiredness, sluggishness and sleep vamoosed. Now it was time for the bus to take rest. The bus stopped near an air conditioned restaurant and the driver reminded everyone that the bus would leave exactly after forty-five minutes.

They all went inside the restaurant.As it was afternoon, the tables were mostly empty and the waiters were feeling too lazy to take down any orders.Slowly, slowly at snail’s space, the waiters came and took the orders. Most of the bus passengers ordered for tea and snacks.

After having tea and snacks, everyone was waiting to go back to the bus, when the bus conductor came and told that they would have to wait for another half an hour as the bus driver was still sleeping.Hearing this, everyone grumbled.Now the time started passing slowly and some even dozzed off.It was five o’clock in the evening, when a band who were going to a particular function, entered the restaurant. They had ordered for some light food and were waiting for it to come, when two men from the band absent mindedly, began playing their instruments simply for sheer fun. Everyone woke with a jolt hearing –“para paap paap paap poon and dhi tiri riri riri” and they were stunned.It was a full on jazz performance of drums and saxophone.

All the bus passengers and the remaining band members were shouting-“Stop, stop, stop.Please our heads are aching.” Those men stopped playing their instruments and all heaved a sigh of relief.

Barely five minutes or so had passed, when the bus conductor came and said-“The driver has woken up, freshened himself up and the bus is ready to go.”

Immediately, everyone started walking towards the restaurant door, when a voice asked –“where is the bus going?”

The conductor replied-“to so and so place.” Immediately the band members’ faces lightened up. It felt as if they had received early bonuses.

Their leader spoke-“We, too would like to ride on your bus, as our destination is the same.”

After all the musicians had got on the bus, the conductor was trying to decide whether to charge for the musical instruments or not. The big trumpet had nearly blocked the exit and the bus driver wondered whether more such quirky individuals would get on the bus. Two bands in a single day, was something that he had never seen in his job.

Before the bus started doing –“Grr-grr-grr-grr”, the starting sound which all buses make before picking up speed, an ice cream seller got on to the bu. Instantly he began mongering his ice products of love, cups, bowls and cones.

“Mango-vanilla – lollipop ice cream, two plus one free.” There were two children on the bus.Spontaneously they asked their mothers for ice creams. Reluctantly the mothers had to buy them the ice creams. The ice cream seller said-“two plus one free. Buy four and I will give you three free.” The mothers’ simply brushed off his offer and bought single quantity of ice cream for their kids. Before giving her kid the ice cream, one of the ladies who had bought the ice cream had taken a bite and felt that the mango-vanilla-lollipop was heaven sent. She told all the passengers nearby that the ice cream was simply superb to eat and in a speed faster than superfast train, the whole bus was sumptuously eating the ice cream (including the driver and the conductor). By this time the dusk had fallen and sun was on the verge of going down the horizon, when the flute player of the band, played a tune so melodious that it toughed everyone’s heart’s core. It was a befitting salute and tribute to the Sun God who nourishes us all and keeps guard for us.The mouth organ player joined his friend and the harmonium player too rendered a soft piece of an unknown raga.

The evening stars were now shining all across the sky and the band began practising their songs for the function. Unknown to them, it was causing a bit of chaos to people below on the streets, as they kept on looking here and there for the source of sound and music, but couldn’t find it.

The band members became bored by playing the same songs again and again, so they began playing the latest party and hip and hop songs and instantaneously the whole bus was swaying, singing and dancing to those songs. The driver was having a hard time controlling his desire to get up from his seat and belt out a few dance moves, but it was years of experience of monotonous driving that he kept his buttocks firmly on his seat. Before the band alighted from the bus, they played out a famous songs so beautifully, that people passing by had gathered themselves around the band and like free birds, they forgot themselves for a few priceless and extraordinary moments.

Music is priceless, music is eternal and it is both boon and grace from the all loving father in heaven. The best music created on earth are the songs which a mother sings to her baby or child when trying to make them go to sleep. There is nothing more beautiful and natural than it. A mother’s song is an unlimited mine or ocean of love.

Such bus journeys make music felt and interwoven in hearts. Heart is nothing but a ball of love. If you feed it with happiness, love and music, it will grow stronger by the day and nothing can fell it.

Hope you have enjoyed this bus journey and again and again and thousands and million times, may you all have more such rides on such a wonderful bus trip (including ma, baba, me and God).

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Music on a Bus.

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Have you ever travelled in an open double decker bus? Many of you surely have.

The wind ruffling your hair, the beautiful and exotic scenery making you feel as a part of the city, and a part of you wishing that you were a bonafide member of that place. Such wonderful feelings do come and dwindle your heart. The fresh air compared to the exhaust pipes which give out wonderful fragrances out of the cars below that fill one’s lungs with carbon monoxide and dust particles. So sitting in the open bus is definitely a better option than riding a bike or any open top vehicle.

In the open bus, a music band were travelling to a certain part of the city and they had booked seats grouped together at the corner. As the wind was flowing continuously bringing pleasure and happiness to all, the guitarist of the band, played the chord E on his guitar. Then he played out a melodious tune. On hearing his tune, the bongo player adjusted his instrument and brought out a nice beat. Soon enough the whole band were syncing together and playing something out which suited the surrounding environment.

 

 

The people started clapping their hands and like baby birds coming out of their shells, soon they began crooning and sometimes they sang out loud enough to get stares from people who were walking down the streets. On hearing the sweet tunes of the flute, the sparrows came and sat on the railings of the bus. When the bus reached at the band’s destination, the band took a bow and all the people gave them a hearty clap.

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Music is spontaneous, music is love and it is what bridges the gap between all and makes everyone more inclined towards their own self.

Hope your journey has been as beautiful as this one.

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Running For a Kite.

A kite was bobbling up and down in the air when a small boy aged about seven years noticed it and started pursuing it. The kite was free. Its string had been freed and was flowing where ever the wind took it. It flew and flew and when the boy became tired he stopped chasing it.

He felt sad that could not catch the kite. Slowly he walked back to his home and as he was entering his house, his mother asked him-“wherefrom is that kite attached to your shoe?” He replied-“which kite are you talking about ma?” His mother-“the one which is dangling with your shoe.”

He turned back to see that indeed the string of the kite which he was chasing had somehow got attached to his right shoe and the kite was fluttering in the wind at the back.

The boy kept on looking at the string and the kite in great astonishment as he didn’t know how could the string have got attached to his shoes.It was a big mystery for him and when he was chasing it, the kite had flown very far away. He pondered over throughout the day, asking his mother-“ma how could the kite’s string got attached or stuck with my shoes? It had flown away when I had last chased it.”

His mother replied-“Maybe the wind gifted it to you.”

The boy-“Yes, ma even I feel so, that the wind is my friend.”

Feeling very happy he rushed and hugged his mother and at night he slept with the kite under his pillow.

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