Silence

He chose to remain silent where as she chose to speak out.
He believes that the silence will make the boiling anger to subside.
She considers that keeping silent increases the friction between the two, and the anger isn't consumed. She believes only the words spoken can make the anger subside.

Both these friends have decided to get married. She has to understand him and to listen to his silence. As Mason Cooley says 'after an argument, silence may mean acceptance or the continuation of resistance by other means.' He has understand her as there is another thought stating that 'spiteful words can hurt your feelings but silence breaks your heart.'

There are various other thoughts. Like:
> 'There are times when silence has the loudest voice.'
> 'Absolute silence leads to sadness. It is the image of death.'
> 'Silence is golden when you can't think of a good answer.'
> 'Silence is the element in which great things fashion themselves.'

Now I am in a dilemma deciding whether is silence really golden or is it just showing that all that glitters is not gold.

Any comments??????

Daddy: My Guiding Hand

A force against the water called wind
A force against the ball called bat
Everything including above mentioned, need some kind of force to do some kind of work. When the wind blows the water has some kind of energy transmitted through waves that are formed. When the bat hits the ball with certain energy, it goes more than its capability.

Similarly human mind is an slimy object that tarnishes very quickly if not used. There are times that the mind within the brain is tired to go forward in life, refusing to budge from certain thinking of the time. It requires quite a polishing and a push to work correctly. To inspire, to motivate, etc. are the names of those words given to that push. Brains to-be inspired are more but very few inspirers. The human race is running that course that doesn't yield much inspiration to the fellow beings.

In my life my dad is my source of inspiration and motivation. The moment I am tired he would state that this situation is a silly hurdle, you should be able to overcome with putting little more effort and prayers. Over the years when I look back I never understood the gravity of these words but time taught me the real thing. Those precious little words, the timely pushes, the strict guidelines, everything put together made my life easier when I had to face the real world alone.

During my school days, everyday he repeats the same old advice please be safe. Now I understand the depth of these words. And many more. Like Clarence Budington Kelland quoted about his father “He didn't tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it.” My daddy walks what he talks as I have seen through my years. A stable, patient man unmoved by circumstances, knows what he talks and does what is correct.

Daddy, I can go on talking about you for hours non-stop and still not get bored to repeat myself. You have been my role model, my strength, my inspiration and the list simply goes on. Daddy, your guiding hand on my shoulder and all your words of wisdom will remain with me forever. Love you Daddy!!!!

The Walks Of Life

A long walk in the beach made me realize the different moods of the sea. At a certain phase the waves were so nice as it was simply wetting my feet and calmly going back to the womb of the sea. The breeze from the face of the sea was a soothing effect to my mind as well as my soul. I thought of a poem by Sarojini Naidu, 'Coromandel Fishers' (http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/coromandel-fishers/).

Slowly the breeze turned to a wind making the waves play to its tunes taking them a little more higher. The waters rushing in was not only wetting my feet, but my legs too. The water going back to the sea didn't have the energy to push me down or pull me into the waters. The feel of wind in my face had my thoughts diverted out to the waves whose count was steadily increasing.

The wind no more intended to quiet down, but started bringing in huge waves. My loved ones joined me and the fun increased as we started tumbling on each other and falling into water yet we are firmly on the ground and not slipping into the deep waters. We were bathed in the salty waters and the sunset leaving us laughing and playing and pulling and pushing each other. This simply reminded me the childhood days...:-)

I returned back to my refuge but there is yet another face of sea that I didn't see but I am well aware of it. The rough sea which certainly leaves everything in shatters. It makes the fishermen, the people living on the coast, the admirers of the Sea Lady etc. move out from the proximity of its anger. The sea no longer cares about the limits assigned to it. Tsunami is the worst , the sea can give destruction from its side.

In the twilight, the walk reminded me the Chapters of Life. The ups and downs of life... a simple roller coaster ride. When the circle of life is seen, the ups and downs are simply to balance the life for a straight line. At a point the sea meets the sky from where the sun arises the next day or the sun has just set in today. Life is indeed beautiful!!!!!!

A Lifetime of Togetherness

The rose never knew the pain
The thorn was undergoing.
The thorn knew it had to suffer
If it to keep the rose safe.

The rose dazzled in the sun
The dew on petals was equally tantalizing.
The thorn was so proud of itself
That it was guarding such a beautiful creation.

Both did experience very bad times
Few plucking hands, few eating mouths,
But both survived all the trials
And they were standing out among the lot.

Pain the thorn was going thru’
How hurting it is when others are hurt
And the hurt is because of oneself
But it couldn’t be help too.

But the dusk was not pleasant as the dawn
Both felt the journey being together is gonna end.
The evening took its toll on the pair
The gardener pruned the branch off.

The rose felt everything ended,
The thorn felt it hadn’t fulfilled its purpose.
But then the evening looked most glamorous
Both were neatly snuggled in a bride's bouquet.

One Hour of my Life

My roomy Paru woke me up telling she is got a very bad pain in her hand and her thumb finger had swelled up like a balloon …I saw she was in tears…a little flashback… she had hit her hand somewhere strongly around 3 days before … she treated the pain with some ointment which indeed gave some relief but which corporate life is heard to make your life better? Something similar happened to my roomy P at 2:30 am in the night. My other roomy Sandy too woke up by this time and we both are looking at her helplessly. We dint have any painkillers, no relief creams or sprays. We decided we go to the nearest hospital or pharmacy to get help for her.

We three, I, Paru and Sandy together set out for night venture taking enough cash to buy the drugs. We talked to our hostel keeper and he happily opened the gates for us and in the same state went to sleep. We stared at each other and went on our way in search of our goal for the night. Hardly 10 steps later, there were 2 dogs following us…aahhh that was enough to send the shivers down our spines… We were moving as if one body is moving but no open pharmacy in sight. The roads that seemed so familiar all of a sudden turned into paths to dungeons. Not a living soul in sight except the canine species. Paru and Sandy asked me to call some one who stays at Madhapur… At that time we came to our great realization that none of us had the moving landline.. haaa this creamed our scare of the night... After sometime the dogs stopped following us as we heard a hen getting sacrificed by them.

At last there was a restaurant open and we immediately turned to the steps of the same and asked for the help from the resto-guard. After some reluctance, he agreed to help us. A genuine fellow, dint ask anything. We immediately moved to the Apollo pharmacy near the petrol bunk and asked for the medicines. After procuring the same, we were so happy that the night expedition had ended but I think night had some more in store for us. 6 police men in 3 bikes approached us and asked us the reason for our being outside. We explained part by part to them and fortunately they believed our real-life situation (story ;)) and let us go on our way. The minute needle of the clock had already turned one whole round.

Safely inside the four walls of our room at 3:30 am, we got a great feeling that we got back our lives from more-than death. I looked towards the heavens and thanked my God Almighty for keeping us safe and sound. Morning dint show any sign of the night’s journey as it only seemed to be a very bad nightmare. But the drugs in P hands showed us that the night indeed was a reality…one more thrilling page to the chapter Hostel life in the book of my life in Hyderabad.

P.S. No imagination included here…everything happened in reality…