This is the fourth.
Who can beat me?
Is that even a question?
I think I am already beaten.
Sorry for hogging the first page.
Now bump me to the second page with something better than this silliness.
Will come back and delete these.
Sorry, if I interrupted any entertainment.
Now may I take my leave. Was stuck in traffic.
Is there another way you can interpret this poem other than it's coming from a dead person ?
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
Thank you in advance.
Last week one of my best friend's father passed away.
I went to listen to a Buddhist preaching and the alms giving held in his memory. Buddhists believe in rebirth. So after 7 days of a person's passing they do good things on behalf of the dead person, so that some of the good karma would help him him to be born in a good place. Then 3 months, six months and.....
While I was listening to the monk, I wanted to question him on so many things. That's me. But we are not allowed to question a monk in such an event.
He preached about thoughts and cravings and having control of them. Anger, jealousy, ill feelings towards others only hurt us.
My friend was eating like a pig and saying he is in control after the sermon. I love him to bits. I am glad he is back to himself.
Thankful for little things in life that brings smiles to my face when looking back.
For friends.
Once upon a time there were two men.
One was blind and the other was deaf and dumb.
( I am fully aware of my political incorrectness. I spare the terms visually impaired and speech and hearing impaired for real disable people with all due respect. )
Getting back to the story..
The deaf and the blind meet at a pub called CS on a daily basis for socializing.
Politics is their main topic of discussion, but their disabilities have limited them in many ways to understand the true nature of politics.
The blind man shouts from one side about the stuff he read only available with braille language made available to him by Fox.
The deaf and dumb can't hear what he says. He knows only things that had sign language translations by CNN. He vigorously argues with sign language from another corner. But the blind can't see.
Rest of the pub watch and watch and watch. ( SICK AND TIRED)
Some call for the bartender to throw them out.
Some ask them to shut up.
Most have avoided the pub altogether. (This is the sad part)
The moral of this story is.... who cares.
In honour of Biff and Harbal. I hope they will be free to blog again.
If I offended anyone I am sorry to say I am not sorry.
And greatly missed.
I do not stand alone. What's always standing behind me to be strong, and do the right thing is the honour and love of my father. I try never to fail you. Even when I did, you were behind me.
To all the fathers on this special day. But always in our hearts.
I watched few news clips and felt à sense of sadness in my heart. One in particular. An old veteran very emotional. I thought for a bit. Will they ever forget the horrors of war?
Those who fought, those who gave their lives, those whose lives changed for ever. I bow to you all, whom we owe our freedom to.
Thank you.!
And pray that we will never see such horror ever.
I know I have a dinner to attend and instantly got a headache being reminded of it.
I didn't say I was not coming. But I got the headache after the call.
Does this happen because I am really looking for an excuse not to go?
I should not look at the screen. Headache is real.
Enjoy your weekend.
“It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen”
Don’t you see that the whole aim of Newspeak is to narrow the range of thought?
George Orwell- Nineteen Eighty Four
The media are a corporate monopoly. They have the same point of view. The two parties are two factions of the business party. Most of the population doesn’t even bother voting because it looks meaningless. They’re marginalized and properly distracted. At least that’s the goal.
Noam Chomsky - Media Manipulation, The Spectacular Achievements of Propaganda
People will come to love their oppression, to adore the technologies that undo their capacities to think.
Aaldous Huxley. Brave new world revisited
I don't have a point. I am just stating facts written by men far greater than me.
Now all esteemed political bloggers can prove me wrong. I won't argue.
When death comes and knocks on our door, none of us have the option to say, " not today, please come back later. "
So, if you have that option , what excuse you have to tell death?
"Damn it, not now. I haven't....
Not many pictures as of now to post. Exhausted. Relieved. One down, three more to go.
Three sisters and a friend. The bride and her maids.
Hindu bride in her first saree.
Hair.
Second saree presented by the groom along with a gold necklace called Thali. The red dot on her forehead and the necklace are the symbols of a married woman.
I didn't know what was happening and what anything meant. I just did what I was asked to do. It was a brand new experience with another religion.
I asked my other daughters not to marry a Hindu nor go with any rituals. I can not handle those. One was more than enough.
But never say never. I am a mother. I will do anything for them if that is what they want.
Giving away the bride.
Can't two people from the same gender fall in love?
Sure they can.
Then, why does it become about their sexuality more than love ?
A cosy little balcony with a table for two.
Clear blue ocean with almost dead corals.
But somedays my own company is the only company I want.
I needed a break. To rest.
Now every one is calling me to go here and there.
Can't I take a break.
My friends and family must be assuming something.
Nevermind!
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