“Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life.”
― Bob Marley
“A friend is someone who gives you total freedom to be yourself- and especially to feel, or not feel. Whatever you happen to be feeling at any moment is fine with them. That’s what real love amounts to – letting a person be what he really is.
Most people love you for who you pretend to be. To keep their love, you keep pretending – performing. You get to love your pretence. It’s true, we’re locked in an image, an act – and the sad thing is, people get so used to their image, they grow attached to their masks. They love their chains. They forget all about who they really are. And if you try to remind them, they hate you for it, they feel like you’re trying to steal their most precious possession.”
– Jim Morrison
“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”
– “The Sandman”, Neil Gaiman
It was a magnificent fountain carved in ruby that was making very sweet melodies when the fine pearls were striking it instead of water droplets. On its edge, he was sitting, perplexed.
“Greetings, Iblis!” a gentle voice of an angel was heard. “I just came here to gather some pearls, as I am ordered to decorate the bank of that stream around there…”
“Oh well, yes, go ahead. After all, I belong here no more.” Iblis responded in a low tone.
The angel did not say anything. He did not need to say anything, or maybe he did not want to indulge in a conversation, or maybe he lacked this property of his brain, and even presence of a real “brain” is debatable.
“You already know what happened. In fact, everyone knows about it.” Iblis continued speaking to his freshly arrived listener.
“I was publicly humiliated (if that is what you call ‘Public’), and why for? You know why? Because of nothing. Just because of the fact that I said the truth.”
Apart from the high-ranked Archangels specified for doing their specific tasks, we are unaware of the angelic nomenclature or anything that can help us in knowing what these other uncountable worker-angels are called. This is the very reason we are referring to our angel in this story as “Angel”, and hence it should be taken as the same angel that came to pick the pearls. Continue reading
She was feeling tired. That was not the first time in the past few years. It was a routine, yet, always different from the past ones. Every time it happened, sometimes even multiple of times per day, she wanted it all to end for good. But the end is not in her list of options. She always felt so tired even to think about changing those options.
“But I really love him…”, she thought.
“I have suffered for him, cried for him, always desired him in every way I could think of. How could I live a life without him? Never… I love only him…” Continue reading
Before I sleep, these are few points I want you to consider…
Remember my friend, that books don’t make you wise. Do not think that knowledge is wisdom. Books help you sharpen your vision, but most people go blind. So, please be very careful with books. And do not think that books have everything. Learn to understand what is not written.
Instead, learn from everything… everything that holds you and everything-else together. Learn from nature and people. Remember that in order to learn, one must unlearn. Forget what your elders told you about God and religions, forget what your mates told you about sex, forget that love is how they show in movies, forget the value of money. Forget everything you think you know, but in reality you don’t know but somebody just told you that. Learn to use your own powers to learn everything all over again. Use your powers of thinking, intuition and imagination, and all the secrets will start revealing.
Deny everything. Truth is often hidden in denial. Discover the answers. Believe without fear, for when you believe without fear, you get peace. You can even deny me because if you cannot deny, you cannot believe. Remember that fear is the enemy of truth. You need to believe in yourself and keep moving on.
Now, you may go, but you are never alone, because you carry a part of me in you just like I have a part of you in me. Remember that love is the greatest power in the world, but you need to discover the power yourself. Your powers become stronger when you use them. The more you love, the more you’ll discover about love…
Goodnight, Good luck and Goodbye!
Portrait of a Stray Cat. Photo © Knonie
“In India, I was living in a little hut, about six feet by seven feet. It had a canvas flap instead of a door. I was sitting on my bed meditating, and a cat wandered in and plopped down on my lap. I took the cat and tossed it out the door. Ten seconds later it was back on my lap. We got into a sort of dance, this cat and I. I tossed it out because I was trying to meditate, to get enlightened. But the cat kept returning. I was getting more and more irritated, more and more annoyed with the persistence of the cat. Finally, after about a half-hour of this coming in and tossing out, I had to surrender. There was nothing else to do. There was no way to block off the door. I sat there, the cat came back in and it got on my lap. But I did not do anything. I just let go. Thirty seconds later the cat got up and walked out.”
– Joseph Goldstein
The shortest short-story [supposedly] by Ernest Hemingway:
“For Sale: Baby shoes, never worn.”
I wrote this short story in November 2010. It’s somewhat incomplete but I didn’t feel like completing it so I’m sharing it here. I designed some images to go with this story, which are also shared below.
I am a small bird. I’m not a small bird. I’m a fully grownup bird, but for you I’m a small bird. For me, Humans are so big, so big and so different from each other. I wanted to see what they do all day, how they gather food, how they live in safe places, and all the other things I cannot do. So I flew, leaving my nest, towards a city of Humans.
"Islam is Cool". We disapprove false interpretations and misquoting of religions
“Reading the Quran is far easier said than done. So instead of actually being read, it’s usually simply quoted. The Quranic quotations tend to be highly selective and out of context. In other words, they are not really quotations at all—they are misquotations. And it’s not only non Muslims who do this. The people who use Quran this way are both Muslims and non Muslims, i.e Conservative Islamists and Conservative Islamophobes. Both groups use, what I call, The Highlighter Version of the Quran. Feeding each other the same out-of-context quotes, reinforcing each others prejudices and extremism to the extent of the highlighter version often includes phrases that simply aren’t there.
So fundamentalist Muslims and non Muslims conservatives are basically partners in stereotyping of Islam as violent and extremist.”
— Lesley Hazleton, delivering a lecture at Islamic Center of America.
I found one day in school a boy of medium size ill-treating a smaller boy. I expostulated, but he replied: “The bigs hit me, so I hit the babies; that’s fair.” In these words he epitomized the history of the human race.
– Bertrand Russell, “Education and the Social Order“
 ill-treating: Act cruelly towards someone.
 Expostulate: Express strong disapproval or disagreement.
 Epitomized: Summarized, Provided a perfect example of.
Two traveling monks reached a river where they met a young woman. Wary of the current, she asked if they could carry her across. One of the monks hesitated, but the other quickly picked her up onto his shoulders, transported her across the water, and put her down on the other bank. She thanked him and departed.
As the monks continued on their way, one was brooding and preoccupied. Unable to hold his silence, he spoke out. “Brother, our spiritual training teaches us to avoid any contact with women, but you picked that one up on your shoulders and carried her!”
“Brother,” the second monk replied, “I set her down on the other side, while you are still carrying her.”
– [A Zen story]