An idea, a thought, an anecdote, a story or a poem a day!

Language is the most important and  in many ways,  the only means of communicating.  And it is language  which can be the most misleading.   Or complex, mistaken, and misunderstood. 

From trailing clouds of glory, we come, and that is where we go back, as that is our home!  Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting!! Wordsworth had written beautifully about the transient nature of human life, and then also, how a child takes the place of his or her father, and life goes on.  But the father, the mother, they stay there in memories, in tributes to their life, by their children.  Though, human life is certainly a bubble in water, obliterated by the next wave.  Their lives and memories need to be celebrated! Remembering my father today, he passed away on 30th July 1983, 38 years ago.  (The lines modified from Wordsworth's Intimations of Immortality Recollections, and My heart leaps up)

  Five words to be used are:  Stream Queue Cherry Brim Self  Stream of Joy  O' flow of time,  please go slowly,  O' stream of joy,  don't flow over the brim, let me contain my self first,  and be grateful for this bounty. Yes, these rows of cherry blossoms,  that promise ,  such  a harvest of  treasures !  This pure water, these fruits, and  flowers, with every trim,  that queue up, one by one, just for me, each season. Let me say my grace at least,  and acknowledge my fortune, as I partake of this  smorgasbord   of pleasures!

When mum called him to come for a snack, Teeku was very happy.  He was hungry by now, and he loved rocky road, the chocolate concoction that his mum made with nuts and marshmallow.  He was also in a hurry to get out of his play room, and check outside, how the sky was looking now. He had spent a lot of time flying there this morning, in the clouds. He waited for Saia to come with him though, and when she came outside, they both went to the kitchen.  Mum had set the table with three placemats, there was cold milk in two glasses, and a few pieces of rocky road in two small plates for them both, one for Teeku, one for Saia and for herself, she had put a cup and saucer, as she usually had her morning tea with him.  The kids washed their hands, and sat down quickly, they were in a hurry to pick up and taste the rocky chocolate pieces with crunchy nuts, and soft marshmallows. Teeku started to tell his mum about his flight, how he had flown in the clouds and had tasted the ...

 Stream Queue Cherry Brim Self Once upon a time,  there lived a young girl and  Cherry was her name,  she danced all day and all night without any shame. She had so many admirers,  who hovered around her house all day, and all night admiring her dance, and her shoes, But Cherry was lonely,  cursed to dance alone inside her house,  and dance that she did, to atone for whatever she had done in her cherry red shoes. The shoes her uncle brought her From a far And to thank him, she danced,  She was 8 year old,  and dance that she did  in  her cherry red shoes And then one day, an admirer,  from the queue of suitors  waiting outside her house,  caught her eye,  and he smiled,  tipping the brim of his blue hat  he asked her out. He was in love with her, and said, he wanted to talk with her.  and he kept calling  as he really wanted to walk with her.  But Cherry couldn't go out with him,  as...

"How does one keep going when the going gets really, really tough?"  R ecently,  I came across this hypothetical questioning of our efforts to please those, who are hard to please.  This would usually be the case in really intimate relations. One party keeps trying to please the other party, but can never do so. But they don't or can't give up! Can they?  The author was writing about how difficult  pleasing some people is, almost impossible, but we still keep trying to please them. But why? I understand this feeling, and yes, I'm also bewildered that why do we put up with so much, just to please those people, whom we can never please.  These people that we try to please, I would say,  would be mostly our f amily  members,  or very close relatives, and friends, or our superiors, and work colleagues, as I'm sure, we don't try to please strangers! So how long does one keep going, that's the question, but it is not a true question, just a hypothe...

T here are somethings that we just can't see, eye to eye!  For example,  WE all can't! We all can't see it the same way.  We end up with what? My story, my news, my theory  versus  Your story, your news, your theory. And then there is the truth, somewhere out there, that we see through the lenses of our own theories, yes,  I mean,  from our individual sides, and that is how we see it, how we colour it, and believe in it.  What you see, and what I see, can we just leave it?  And not try hard to convince each other to see it from our own sides.   Just accept it, what you see, or I see!  And the way how you see, or I see, or they see something.  Can we just enjoy seeing something from each other's point of view?