This site is as about the inspiration I get, as I am designed to get, where faith and conviction are my two flowers, which receive light when asked to God.
I came fourth in a contest and they gave me a bag of goodies, a consolation prize as an award.
I shared it with my mother, my father and with God.
They were very happy to see me win a prize even be it small, for in their eyes being first, second or third didn’t matter. Being fourth meant a proud fourth and I was happy to be.
Be happy with whatever you have and with whatever you can be.
Adios!
Fashion is the sense with which one dresses. To fashion means to look right, to keep with the current trend, to look sober.
But that has changed in the past two decades or so. Now even if anybody wears a huge dress which looks as a bulbaceous plant, then also it is appreciated as fashion.
If one wears a dress which is made to like a bus, that too would be appreciated by each and everyone.
When God created the mankind, he had intended and wanted it to be sober, happy and rightful in their works.
A sense for fashion is required but the “fashion sense and trend” which goes on nowadays is misleading, misinterpreted and highly binging on the budget.
One may wear a flower shaped dress for the whole month, rather than having food, going out and carrying on your daily life, as after buying that “fashionable dress” one’s monthly budget goes for a toss
May God’s light shine upon and may all have the proper sense to dress.
N.B. Jeans are a big upside down in regard to fashion. Jeans pants nowadays are torn at knees, above the ankle, on the thighs. Sometimes, the question arises whether you are wearing a jeans pant or a ragged and torn piece of cloth. Ankle, thighs and knees are the most vital parts of a human leg. If those are not covered when you are wearing a full length jeans, then God save you.
Be happy and wear nice, sober dresses with such a style and fashion that does not poke anybody’s eye out.
Adios!
Light up the oven, make some bread, when it is still red.
Light up the oven, make some beautiful and soft cake.
Light up the oven, make some cookies.
Light Up The Oven.
Light up the oven Ma for I am hungry and I am waiting for those beautiful, soft and nice cookies, bread and cakes with my glass of milk made by you Ma, for it is your’s and Baba’s love which keeps me running.
Be happy!
Adios!
Passion generally stems from love. Love is something which is not got easily from anybody or anything except from parents.
A person loves to draw, paint, sing, dance, etc. That’s his passion. Without passion a person often tumbles down the road or dries off like a flower which was without water for many days.
Any passionate desire arises from the fact that a particular “good” desire has yet not been got.
Suppose a batsman has been playing for his particular team for the past seven years, but till date he has never scored a double century. He always misses out near the 190-180 mark.
The passion in him to touch the 200 run score is a passionate desire. He will try his level best and if possible will even exceed that. With that a pray to God to make him successful.
A chef working at a well-known restaurant often tries to serve his best, but he too has his limitations. A passion burns in him to work in such an atmosphere where his creative rights are not crippled by the menu card.
It’s his most passionate desire to get a job in such a place where he can not only excel but get to know more and more about food and cooking it.
A teacher who is given the job of managing and teaching a class often feels suffocated in the bye laws and encumbrances of the syllabus. Many teachers often join colleges where despite a syllabus being marked by the university, professors have a free reign in teaching the subjects.
But very very few teachers get to teach the subject matter in which they excel. A teacher’s desire to teach a student who understands the subject at the same frequency as him/her and appreciates it, is the teacher’s passionate desire.
A person who likes to dance would want to show his/her skill to the world. It’s his/her passionate desire to do so. That person practices regularly, works hard and waits for the day when he/she can do it. With time the desire grows stronger and stronger.
Any person, who has a desire knows what it feels like when it is not fulfilled.
But with desires the problem is that there is always a saturation point where a person can either make it or break it.
If that person can make it then good otherwise he/she has to wait for the chance to come again.
When the fire of passion burns inside the heart, that shapes up a man or woman. Day after day it takes a form and the want increases. When it reaches it’s peak point at that time a person can excel in either having that desire fulfilled or in showing it to the world, but it only happens when the desire is within one’s reach.
It’s good to have a desire and if it’s a passionate desire try hard to achieve it provided that the desire is good.
Adios!
Two brothers aged seven years and three and half years, were diamonds and balls of love in their mother’s eyes. Their household name was Jinks (the elder son) and Kinks (the smaller child).
She had a sister who would often visit them and on her frequent visits she would bring clothes and toys for Jinks. Now this had happened more than three times, so one day Jinks asked her-“Aunty, why are you always bringing toys and clothes for him? I too am a small child.”
The aunt understood the situation and replied-“The next time I will definitely bring something for you.”
The boy nodded his head and ran off.
The next day, the aunt came again and this time she had bought a toy and a pair of shirt and pant for Jinks and with that she had brought for him a bag of chocolates. On seeing the chocolates, he opened the bag and started munching the chocolates. The aunt-“Please share some with your little brother.” His little brother Kinks was playing on the cot. Jinks forcefully thrusted two chocolates in his hand. The little child was completely startled. Their mother had seen this happen.
So, that afternoon, she explained him-“Why such a behaviour? Your brother is after all your brother.”
Jinks -“Everyone loves him the most. I don’t get chocolates, gifts, clothes and other things as much as he does.’’
The mother replied-“You must not think like that. I love you both equally.”
Jinks-“No, you don’t. You love him the most.”
The mother gave it a thought and said-“Will you teach your brother?”
On hearing this Jinks looked at his mother’s face with intensity and asked-“Teach him what?”
Jinks had started learning addition and subtraction in school and could count upto sixty. After that he used to get confused.
So, the mother said-“You can teach him addition and subtraction. You can be his teacher and he will be your pupil.”
Jinks felt excited and said-“Ma, I will start teaching him tomorrow onwards.”
The next day morning, he began teaching his small brother addition.”
Jinks-“If I give you one chocolate and then if I give you another one, then how many chocolates do you have?
Kinks replied-“One chocolate with another chocolate, I don’t know bhaiyya (big brother).”
Jinks-“ Two. The answer is two.”
The smaller child-“Two.”
The Jinks had a bad habit of over doing things or in this case over teaching Kinks maths.
Now Jinks started teaching Kinks subtraction, which went as follows:-
Jinks-“If I give you ten apples and then take three away then how many remains?”
Kinks-“ Ten apples……………………..I don’t know bhaiyya (big brother).”
Jinks-“ Seven apples remain. You don’t understand anything. I have to teach you a lot.”
Jinks-“Suppose I give you one, two, three toys and then take them back from you, then how many toys remain?”
Kinks thought a while and answered-“Nada. Nothing remains.”
Kinks had learnt the word “Nada” from his aunt and knew that it meant zero.
To explain Kinks properly about subtraction, Jinks gave him three toys and asked him to give them back to him.
Jinks-“Remember that give me back the exact number of toys which I have given you.”
Kinks returned him the toys and sat quietly on the bed. His big brother was a big question mark to him.
The next day while teaching Kinks maths, suddenly Jinks hit him three punches in the back and fled from the room.
Kinks began crying and his mother rushed to see what had happened.
Jinks had fled to his friend’s house and when he came back in the evening he tried to enter through the back door, but with God’s grace he was caught by his father and a resounding slap was struck across his face by his father. Kinks had developed fever as the punches had been hard on him and the doctor had to be called.
When he went inside the room where his brother was resting, he saw that his brother was lying on the bed with a wet cloth on his head.His aunt was taking care of Kinks and she didn’t even look at him.
He went near his brother and his little brother turned towards him.
Kinks-“How may punches should I give you brother?”
Jinks-“What?!”
Kinks-“You told me give you back the exact number of things that I give to you. So, how many punches should I give you?”
Hearing this words from his smaller brother, Jinks ran from the room and went straight to his mother in the kitchen-“Mother, you know what Kinks told me?”
Mother didn’t speak to him at first, but on seeing his fallen face, she asked-“What did he say?”
Jinks-“ He told me that how many punches should he give me?”
Mother-“Did he? Attaboy! Brilliant boy”
Jinks-“What?! You are taking his side?”
Mother-“I must. After all you hit him without any reason. So, if he hits you back then that will teach you a lesson.”
Jinks face fell on hearing his mother’s words and whispered to his mother-“Ma, I am actually a coward. I don’t have any courage.”
Mother-“Yes, that’s what you are. A coward. Now go and study.”
The End.
Adios!
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