My Favorite Character #BlogchatterBlogHop @Blogchatter

If I could transform into my favorite character, who would it be? I think this urge remains in every mind all the time but only thing is the character keeps changing from time to time. When I was very young, I used to have a fantasy world of my own. While reading a book, it was very common in me connecting with the interesting character of its story with myself in my imaginations. Or even consider myself the same. This used to happen many times. The same used to happen when I used to watch some interesting movie or a television serial.

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I used to watch Star Trek a lot in those days. And started thinking of myself as Spock. When I saw one such movie Satyakam in which Dharmendra played a very strong character, I got very much influenced by him. I really could feel this character's fight between his idealism and the reality of the world.

When I studied Ayn Rand's Fountainhead, I was very impressed with the character of Howard Roark. And it happened so much strongly that even today I am a big fan of that character. Two books written by Agyeya are still etched deep in my mind. The first was 'Shekhar a biography' (शेखर एक जीवनी) and the second "How Many Times In How Many Boats' (कितनी नावों में कितनी बार). Agyeya's full name was Satchidananda Hiranand Vatsyayan. His style of writing was very impressive. I must have imagined Shekhar and myself becoming Shekhar many times in life. Similarly, when I saw the TV serial Karamchand, I started feeling that I should be like Karamchand. I think this always happens with us.

Whenever we read an influential book or watch an interesting & engrossing movie, we get very impressed by their strong characters. How deep this character affects our mind, it has a direct effect on how long we remember that character or how much we mold ourselves in it.

Today, if I want to mold myself into a character, I would probably want to be Forrest Grump. It's been years since I watched this movie but I was very impressed with its main character and it so happened that I started liking everything about it. 

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4 Things I Would Like to Work on in August #BlogchatterBlogHop

4 things I would like to work on in August. Well, every month begins with its own priorities and plans are made subsequently to achieve those targets. For August this year, I'm having my individual priorities and what I found out is following 4 would be my top most:

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1. Har Ghar Tiranga: Let us first know a little about what is the 'Har Ghar Tiranga' campaign? The Har Ghar Tiranga Abhiyan is a campaign launched by the Prime Minister of our country, which is commanded by the Union Ministry of Culture. The purpose of carrying out this is to increase respect and association for the flag among all Indians. Under this campaign, the Prime Minister of the country has appealed to all the citizens to hoist the tricolor national Indian flag in their homes. Perhaps there would be no better way to celebrate the 75th 'Independence Day'. For the first time in the country, our Independence Day is being celebrated in such a huge collective and in such a great symbolic way. You can not only download your certificate by visiting harghartiranga website, but also upload your selfie. Also for information, there are 3 short videos which tell how to hoist the flag, where it can be hoisted, and what things to keep in mind when hoisting the flag.  

2. Books, books, and books: This year I have kept the target of books lesser on blogchatter than last year. The effort is to pay more attention to quality of content instead of number this year. Every book has to be read and analyzed well in time by giving it ample time. But even in this low target, my pace is still slow. This speed has to be covered.  

3. Blogchatter's CauseAChatter and Me: CauseAChatter has given me a great opportunity to analyze and brainstorm within myself. This campaign forced me to think about the causes that I chose. To a large extent I have learned that there is a deep connection with my childhood and my bygone years, and my selection of those causes. To get to the bottom of this analysis is one of the top targets this August.  

4. Essential Oils and Health: I have been studying or researching about essential oils for the last 3 years. I have tried their power many times in these three years and have found that there is very little knowledge about them that I have acquired so far, as far as their potential, usefulness, and powers. So, the same study has to be carried forward to know more about their usefulness.

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Favorite Books of 2022 so far #BlogchatterBlogHop #Humour #humor

Favorite books of 2022 so far. In January, I went to the bookstore in the market of my area and asked the shopkeeper to give me two Books Of accounts. He asked whether I am taking two for the company. I explained to him that no, I am taking these both the books for myself. He probably didn't understand my point. Maybe that's what his facial expressions were telling me. I too waited for him to ask. Maybe I wasn't sure if he wanted to know or not. After all, he also asked what did I mean by that? I explained to him in detail that, look my friend, we are experts in writing the expenses and profits of our house or our business for many years.

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But apart from money, we exchange a lot in our personal life and in business. I will write only those non financial transactions of both in these two books to keep checking the debts and credits in my ideas, actions, commitments, sincerity, love, affection, self, etc. Before he asked anything else, I told him, just to change the point of view, look, how strange it is that all the other books are in your shop, they are to be read. This is the only book that we use for writing. A book for writing. And we both burst out laughing. Taking advantage of the opportunity, I came out of his shop laughing and telling him to write this money in my account, which I pay to him at the end of every month for that months purchases from him.

After taking these two books, I started thinking what other book? I thought today is a work holiday, why not have the whole family have dinner at a wonderful restaurant. With this in mind, I booked a table at one of our favorite restaurants online.

Now, after this the thought came that the design of the walls of the house has to be changed, for which different types of wall paper and paint will have to be done. So I took a wallpaper pattern book and a paint pattern book from the nearby home decorating shop.

There was a huge playground in front of that shop, across the road, in which football was being played. I thought, I would watch this for a while. The match was in a very interesting phase. The last two minutes were left and both the teams were tied. In the last few moments the player of the first team scored a powerful goal. But what? denying that goal, the referee book the player who had scored the goal for a foul. If this goal was correct, then a new record would have been recorded in the name of that player and his name would also have come in the record book. Maybe this is luck.

So, finally, the favorite books of 2022 so far:

1. 2 nos. of books of accounts

2. Jaideep books a table in a restaurant

3. Wallpaper pattern book and paint pattern book

4. Refree books a player

5. Player name missed in the record book

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Reading or Writing #BlogchatterBlogHop #shortstory

"Reading or Writing?", she asked.

She means Urmila Bhatt, the admission officer of the school in which we had come to enroll both our children. I had heard a lot about this school. It was also the wish of Mita that we should enroll both our children here. This was the most important work for me after my transfer to this city recently. I was among the top positions in a reputed global bank. There was no problem with the house. A large bungalow with all the furnishings was allotted by the bank, and that too in the middle of the most expensive locality of the city. Everything else was set. The new sessions of the school were starting from next month. That's why early admission was necessary. Children also liked this school. Maybe they both saw something online and found quite positive about it. Mita and the kids, if all three wanted this then what was the problem for me. Anyway, I had found out in the bank also from my staff, everyone had praised this school very much.

"So what do you think? Reading or Writing? Which section would you enroll your children in? I believe you should enroll one of your children in the writing section and the other in the reading section.", Urmila Bhatt, Admissions Officer was trying to convince us. 

"What the hell?" I screamed. 

"Is the child going to learn only to write, or just to read? Aren't both necessary for every child? We have to teach both to both our children", said Meeta, looking into Urmila Bhatt's eyes very seriously. 

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I nodded my head in approval.  

But there was no effect on Urmila Bhatt. "It's just not possible", she said.  

"You get us to talk to your principal, now", I probably got a little annoyed. It was justified. I didn't know there were a few more shockers in store for me. 

"Which principal would you like to meet? From the writing section or from the reading section?" She asked.

I was horrified now. Mita also seemed to be losing her temper. I was like crying out loud in fret now - "I will get your school locked. It's sheer nonsense". "I'll get shut it down". "I'll get shut it down".

Mita was shaking my arm loudly. 

"Bhanu, wake up, have a sip of water. Are you dreaming of something horrible? What will you get shut down? What happened? Get up. What are you muttering in your sleep?" It, probably, took her a while to pull me out of that.

When I opened my eyes, I found I was at home. There was nothing like school. I drank two sips of water from the glass that Mita was holding, offering me. She understood that it was having a bad dream. "Okay now? Let's go back to sleep. It's just three o'clock in the night. Take rest. In the morning we have to go to the new school for our kids' admission. 

"In which branch?" Readin or Writing?" I wanted to ask Mita.

Instead, I thought it better to sleep quietly.

A few days after admission, when I told Mita and the children about this dream, we all laughed for a long time.

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Childhood #shortstory #BlogchatterA2Z #PebbleInWatersWrites @blogchatter #memoir

Childhood.  What a wonderful days were there in childhood.  I used to have many moments during the day.  And there was no account of those moments.  The whole day used to be mine.  Every moment of the day was mine.  I could spend it however I wanted.  I used to spend hours trying to catch the piece of light coming from the hole of the closed door, mistaking it for a white ball lying on the floor.  Of course it never came in my hand. I was never able to grab it in my hand despite all my efforts.  But even then I was very happy.  That the ball was with me.  That ball never left me.  I was convinced that it was mine and would never leave me.  Then one day very thick clouds came in the sky.  The sun hid behind those clouds.  And I lost my ball. That day it was only dark in the room. No white ball.

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I kept crying for hours but it didn't come.  Suddenly it started raining heavily.  There was the sound of raindrops falling outside.  Even my tears were not coming to stop.  My ball was lost.  I felt that all those who are on that side of the door have also lost the ball.  And all of them are crying together.  That's why there is the sound of so many drops falling from their eyes.  I fell asleep crying that day.  When I woke up the next day, my ball was back.  I was happy again.  It was a small tragedy.  The great tragedy was yet to come.  Many more days passed by playing with the ball.  But one day a big accident happened.  Someone suddenly opened the closed door.  The darkness inside disappeared.  The floor was clearly visible.  Everything in the room was clearly visible.  But my ball disappeared.  It disappeared in such a way that it was never found again.

Even the childhood that went once was never found again.  When it was childhood, it was dark, there was a closed room, there was a closed door, there was a ball, there was happiness.  The door opened, childhood went, darkness went, light came, the ball went.  Happiness?  I don't know.

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Bella #shortstory #BlogchatterA2Z #PebbleInWatersWrites @blogchatter

Bella.  I could never forget her.  Even after so many years.  Her silky hair was golden brown.  Her hair used to shine like gold in the sun.  She was not ordinary at all.  There was a different kind of vibe in her.  There was a different look on her face all the time, very graceful kind.  As long as she was there with me, I could twirl her silky hair without a hitch.  She probably didn't have a problem with it either.  I could feel her face, her eyes, her hair, her head very precisely with my fingers.  Maybe with her consent.  I also think she liked it all.  So the point was that both of us started having a lot of fun in it.  Every time I encountered her during the day, I used to repeat this process.  Her elegance and slim body were amazing.  As if a sculptor has made his best idol and put life in it.  As if a creator has created a creation full of life.

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Bella was not her name when she first came into my life.  She probably didn't even have a name then.  I would have been maybe four or five years old at that time when I met her first.  It was evening time.  I was playing outside the house all alone.  And I found her hanging on a grape arbor/vine in my verandah.  She was frightened badly.  She needed help.  Just helpless in that meek voice.  She was not more than three weeks then at that time.  I didn't know how she had reached the middle of the arbor.  And when I saw her, I found both her back legs hanging in the air.  It was such that she would fall now or fall then.  And before she lost all courage and fell down, I had my eyes on her.  It was not that I had not seen any kitten before that.  But I had never seen such a young one and in such a helpless state.

When I saw her for the first time, I felt like a bond forming with her.  I grabbed her with my little hands, took care of her wihile taking her off from the grapevine, and brought her home.  She didn't even try to go anywhere.  I could comfortably fit her my hands.  After bringing her home, I gave her milk in a bowl, caressed a little and after that my house became her too. I named her Bella because I found her hanging on a vine.  After that Bella and I had a special relationship.  I was 23 years old when she breathed her last in my own hands.  For a long time, I was very depressed and even food had almost stopped.  Then, slowly I calmed down.  Even after so many years, she is still in my mind as she is around somewhere.  Bella is with me even after going for so many years.

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Discrimination #CauseAChatter #pebbleinwaterswrites @blogchatter #discrimination

Discrimination between right and wrong? Discrimination between humans?  Or discrimination between things?  What is appropriate?  What is unfair?  Who is this discriminator?  And who is the one to discriminate?  The people or things that are being judged for this discrimination, who or what are they?  Who will decide what is right and what is wrong?  According to me, proving anything right or wrong is usually done by a person for his personal interest.  And he will do it so cleverly and well that the one who sees or hears it will get so much influenced to have complete faith in him and trust him blindly.  His ingenuity hidden behind him is never visible to anyone.  Historians, politicians, lawyers, doctors, teachers, or parents will show or tell what they want and not what is the reality.  And you will see that thing so true and strong that you will believe it quickly.

Mohan Das Karamchand Gandhi was shown to be great.  It was a great marketing ploy.  Crores of people got caught in this lie and became the devotees of that hypocrite.  People repeatedly fell in his trap, he kept fooling the country again and again, and again.  I wish if Bal Gangadhar Tilak, Subhash Chandra Bose, Sardar Vallabhbhai Patel, Lal Bahadur Shastri, etc. had run this country, today we would have been in the first place in the world.  With the greatest strength.  India would have been the biggest storehouse of knowledge.  As much as possible for the duo,  Gandhi and Nehru hollowed out the roots of this country, so much so that even our foreign arch enemies did not cause that much harm. I don't know whose curse was that on our country.

If Gandhi wanted, he could have saved Bhagat Singh, Sukhdev, and Rajguru from hanging.  Had Gandhi wanted, Sardar Patel would have been our first Prime Minister.  And the country would not have been ruined all those years after independence under Nehru and his family regime.  We have caught the path of progress only after 70 years of independence. If we had caught it at the time of independence, then today India would have been very different.  All this happened due to discrimination of one person, which changed the fate of this country.  After 70 years, it took the so years to clean the termites spread during those 70 years.  Who is responsible for that?  Gandhi was always engaged in the political wrongdoings of Nehru.

The gap between the two major religions of the country continued to widen.  He kept on weakening his religion and never got tired of doing wrong progress of other religions.  What kind of person was Gandhi?  What kind of humanity was his?  What kind of patriotism was that?  And what kind of country did this become?  So many discriminations?  You cannot go to the temple because you are a low caste, or a woman.  You cannot get good medical treatment because you are poor.  The hospitals became a business.  Education became a business.  Religious division became an election game.  Everyone is busy playing their game.  Some are intoxicated with money, some are intoxicated with their chairs.

Who is juggler?  Who are the objects?  Who is responsible for so much discrimination and so much destruction due to those discrimination situations?  We?  Or someone else?

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What Writing Everyday Taught Me #WriteAPageADay #pebbleinwaterswrites @blogchatter

What did writing everyday taught me?  I think many new things have emerged in this one month.  I found it very exciting when Blogchatter announced #WriteAPageADay.  And when I came to know that it is also giving one topic for every day, then it seemed that it is icing on the cake. It was quite easy deal, I thought. You just have to look at the topic of every day and cook a story on it.  This will be a very easy task, it seemed initially.  But, after a few days I soon realized that it was like a mousetrap and I was caught in it like a mouse. Well, when I had jumped in the river, it had to be crossed somehow. There was no point in giving up on between.

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Now, the routine was about seeing day's topic in the evening, thinking about it, first in the mind, and then writing the story and then publishing it.  While doing all this, it used to be time to sleep and at times it seemed that some more hard work could have been done in today's subject.  Then, I made a change in it.  I started seeing day's topic in the morning and then thinking about it all over during the day while finishing my other tasks.  In this way, a good story would get cooked in time by the evening.  Now, a new fun and adventure has come in this game.  Although, we had the freedom to write our own without holding on to the suggested topic.  But, what I took it as a challenge accepting the title suggests for each day.

In this way, I found something different in it.  And, with that fun came a new addiction.  An enthusiasm and confidence also came along with it.  I really and thoroughly enjoyed it the whole month. Along with all this, a new discipline was also invented.

A Piece Of Advice To My Younger Self #WriteAPageADay #pebbleinwaterswrites @blogchatter

A piece of advice to my younger self.  Never get angry with anyone on anything.  Have so much faith in yourself.  Always be ready to handle whatever happens.  But whatever you do, do it with all your heart.  There will be many ways to choose from.  Whatever path you take, take it carefully.  Consultants will meet many, do this, do not do this.  But remember, the path you have chosen for yourself, you yourself have to walk on it.  You have to learn how to solve your own problems.  But one thing is certain.  Don't blame anyone else for your troubles and difficulties.  Because, for your every difficulty, and every trouble, you must have the answer.

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Whatever decision you take, take it with all your heart and mind. Then, even if it turns out to be a wrong decision later, no one else will be responsible for that. You won't have to point finger on anybody else.  Whatever you did, you did it after deciding on your own.  Whatever it results into, right or wrong, it is yours.  Accept it with full grace. If it is good, it is yours.  And even if it is bad, it is still yours.

One Thing I Would Change Through Time Travel #WriteAPageADay #pebbleinwaterswrites @blogchatter

One thing that I would change through time travel is our journey to freedom. We all have heard a lot about time. For example, one thing that has passed in time does not come back. Time heals every deep wound. The nature of the clock is also strange, it never stops itself, nor does it allow time to stop, and neither does the human being. When there is a slap of time, someone turns from a king to a fakir, and someone from a fakir to a king. There is no one more than time or a stranger, if time is one's own, then everyone is one's own, and if time is in favour, then all becomes alien. Time is never seen but it teaches a lot. I would like to rewind the period between India's slavery and independence, if time permits.

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The British came to do business in the name of the East India Company on the land of India but actually they had very bad intentions towards India.  They divided India into small pieces, divided Indian among themselves, and became the ruler.  They bought whom they could buy, who did not come under their control, got them killed.  But in this period many fearless Indians emerged who refused to kneel before the British.  So when the chariot of time came to me and asked me, would I like to ride on it?  I was told I would be getting this opportunity only once. So, how could I let it go.  It was told that when I sit on that self-propelled chariot, it will take me behind or ahead of time period of my choice.

At first it made my heart go to that point to prevent the Indians from kneeling before the East India Company.  Then I thought why not join Bhagat Singh's team and do something that I prevents all three of them to be hanged.  If Bhagat Singh, Chandrashekhar Azad, and Sukhdev had survived, India was sure to be free with respect, as Akhand Bharat.  Not the independent India of Nehru and Gandhi that was out of sheer bargaining and selfish motives that resulted in half India and half Pakistan.  I have never liked Gandhi. He is an overly publicised personality, in my opinion. I could not understand that if he was of very high character then why he opposed greats like Sardar Patel and Subhash Chandra Bose, and supported a misfit like Jawaharlal Nehru.

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What was such a compulsion that drove him to this path?  Or was there a hidden selfish deal in that as well.  If Gandhi wanted, he would never have allowed this to happen which took India on the path of decline from the very first day of independence.  Gandhi knew every wrongdoings by Nehru, the most shrewd politician.  He is half Hindu.  He did not have any pain towards India and Indians. He was a man full of venom and selfish motives.  So once made my heart that when Gandhi decided to support a wrong man like Nehru, go there at that moment of time and do what Nathu Ram Godse did after so many years.  Had it done earlier, perhaps Sardar Patel would have solved the independence of India very well and would have been the first Prime Minister of independent India.

All this was going on now in the mind and there was the ringing of the phone that distracted the attention.  It is yet to be decided that if I want to go back then where to stop and start a new journey from that insurance which will change the picture of today.

A Must Have On My Desk #WriteAPageADay #pebbleinwaterswrites @blogchatter

Before becoming a manager, I had no idea of ​​what should be on my desk.  Whatever and however it was, everything was fine.  But after becoming a manager, I started to feel that there are some things that are very important for me, that is, for a manager, to have on the desk.  Always.  The time of patience was over.  It is very important to have an atmosphere of eagerness at a manager's desk.  And it is very important to seen this very clearly by my team.  The work that I have to give tomorrow for my team, it should have been completed today.  There should be a lot of eagerness for this.  At first, my team members found this very surprising.

But after some time they probably started to understand it slowly.  Once a member tried to argue a bit by saying that Sir it is all a matter of time.  I had to say in response that if you do not play together at the same speed in this game, then your game is going to be over, very soon.  He probably understood the point quite instantly and therefore never tried to argue with me again thereafter.  But I had exactly the opposite of this towards my manager.  If my manager used to give me some work which only I have to do, I would reply that there is no greater wealth than patience.

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Now, if we keep the jokes aside, then I believe that there is really no wealth actually greater than patience.  Due to being impatient, the work also starts getting worse.  If the work is done at the right speed, then its result will also be right.  It cannot happen that we apply ODI techniques in Test matches and bat like we do in Test matches in ODIs.  What do you think?

One Little Thing I Do That Brightens My Day #WriteAPageADay #pebbleinwaterswrites @blogchatter

One little thing that I do that brightens up my day.  What could it be?  Can you guess?  I had read somewhere in childhood, or had probably heard from some elders in the house.  That, what we keep trying to find outside throughout our ages, and rarely anyone is able to find it, it actually is inside us.  And, we try not to find it there.  So, since then, I have assumed that this immense energy of the universe, through which the whole universe is governed, a small part of it is present in me as well. And, in fact, in every human being. Just that day and today, I bow down to myself every day, with all due respect I try to touch that part of the energy with my conscious mind, and thank it for being with me.

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Whenever I am alone, and I am battling with the darkness, I remember that energy, and everything becomes fine all of a sudden.  One little thing that I do that brightens up my day, is this. This energy is very strong. This energy very initially guided me with a very important lesson of life. It guided me to take all my decision on my own listening to my heart and mind. If that happens, then I won't be able to blame anybody if that decision later goes wrong. That's perfectly a great lesson and I followed it right at a very early stage. One little thing that I do that brightens up my day is to salute myself too to follow certain great things in life. I also believe in a fact that whatever happens in life, happens for a reason.

There is always a big motive of this universe behind every small thing that happens. There have been moments in my life when that small unit of energy within connects with the larger part of it present in the universe. That awareness happens very rarely though these energy units all across the universe stay connected all the time. 

My First Crush #WriteAPageADay #pebbleinwaterswrites @blogchatter

I might not even remember my first crush.  Maybe no one remembers.  Because to be in love, to understand things, to start speaking, to have the ability to express oneself, and to have the courage to tell the world;  these are all different stages that arise in a child at different periods.  Now, to be in love, it is not necessary for you that you should also know the meaning of love.  Neither it needs you to speak about it.  Because, love has its own language and love is not at all dependant on words.  Apart from words, love can be expressed in many other ways and through many mediums.  Like, eyes are more than enough to declare that you have fallen in love with a person.

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Actually, love is a game of hormones.  It's only hormones that do all this magic.  As far as I remember as a child, I fell in love many times with girls older than me, or should I say, women.  When I was in first or second grade, there lived a very beautiful lady in our neighborhood next to a couple of houses. She lived with her husband. So, when someone in the family or locality asked me who I would marry when I grew up, I used to point towards that woman and say, I will marry her.  When I was told that she is already married, I used to say, no problem.  Her husband also used to laugh a lot after hearing this.  A few years later, in my childhood itself, I had an operation in the hospital.

So, a few days before that operation, and a few days after, I was in a room in that hospital. Although all the staff and doctors were very good there, but there was a nurse whom I used to wait for everyday while lying on the bed.  She used to come, ask me about my condition, and I used to like it very much. Her coming and asking used to make my day, everyday. I remember this thing even today, even after so many years have passed.  Why?  I do not know this myself.  Although I do not remember those two faces today.  But both those instances are still included in my memories.

Remembering any of those two most beautiful ladies, and having a smile on my face, both go hand in hand.  People say love hurts.  But my first love has always brought a smile to my face.

A Recipe I Inherited From My Grandmother #WriteAPageADay #pebbleinwaterswrites @blogchatter

 A recipe that I inherited from my grandmother.

If you want a method, it is important to know this first.

That it is a priceless recipe.

Whoever gets it once, then understand that life has become like a very tasty dish.

Its sweet fragrance will make every moment pleasant.

The one who tastes it once, it will be as if intoxicated.

So know that recipe.

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You can give any name to that recipe.

Add as many of these as you want.

The words should come from the heart of the speaker and touch the heart of the listener. 

A smile that has the power to convert anger into love. 

Such magic in hand that can make every dish unmatched.

Have so much faith on life that even if the death comes, then first it bows down and salute.

These ingredients keep my mind very clear.

And live life in such a way that there remains no element of jealousy.

I call it the recipe of life prescribed by my grandmother.

A Sunrise To Remember #WriteAPageADay #pebbleinwaterswrites @blogchatter

A sunrise to remember.  This is the sunrise that I see and I think I am still alive.  One day more.  One more sunrise.  I'm fine one more day. I also retained my heat.  My energy is ready to finish the day's work.  Every day starts with sunrise.  There is no day when there is no sunrise.  It is the rule of the sun to rise and give continuous light.  Sometimes the clouds come in front of the Sun during the day, then the light can definitely decrease, but no power in this universe can stop the Sun from rising.  This is the law of nature and it is unchallenged.  Ever since the earth came into existence.  And it will remain so as long as there exists earth.  This is a great lesson for life.

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The rule provides immutability.  Even if there is a sunset, there is a hope that there will be sunrise after the dark night.  Sunrise signifies a new hope, new vigor, new energy, and new life.  The emergence of the sun after every night shows that no matter how dark the night is, it will not be able to stop the light from coming.  Botanical life begins with the sunrise.  Plants are able to build their food with the help of sunlight.  Sunlight starts many processes in our body. In fact, in all living beings. The sun never rests.  Even after sunset, the sun transmits its light to us through the moon. 

Here's my collection of some beautiful quotes on Sunrise:

Ô, Sunlight! The most precious gold to be found on Earth. - Roman Payne

I hope you realize that every day is a fresh start for you. That every sunrise is a new chapter in your life waiting to be written. - Juansen Dizon

A Sunrise is God's way of saying, "Let's start again. - Todd Stocker

Life. This morning the sun made me adore it. It had, behind the dripping pine trees, the oriental brightness, orange and crimson, of a living being, a rose and an apple, in the physical and ideal fusion of a true and daily paradise. - Juan Ramón Jiménez

Sunrise looks spectacular in the nature; sunrise looks spectacular in the photos; sunrise looks spectacular in our dreams; sunrise looks spectacular in the paintings, because it really is spectacular! - Mehmet Murat ildan

As I woke up this morning, and I opened my eyes,

I am very grateful to see another sunrise

- Charmaine J Forde

How Would I Want My Weekends To Be? #WriteAPageADay #pebbleinwaterswrites @blogchatter

How would I like my weekends to be?  There can be many different ways of looking at and understanding the weekend.  After working hard for the whole week, two days should be completely relaxed.  A little fun, a little food, a little rest, a little family picnic, a little sitting with friends, or something else.  Anything else such as Yoga, Meditation, Gym, or any sports such as cricket, badminton, volleyball, or chess.  There could be something else besides all this.  Spend  weekend in complete solitude watching a favorite movie with sips of tea or coffee and then reading a book of choice sitting in a comfy chair.  Then listening to some music and then writing something.

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According to me, do anything in the weekend but it should be such that it should eliminate your fatigue for the whole week and give you enough energy which is enough for the next week.  How will that happen?  It will be such that whatever you do at the end of the week is so meaningful that it will remain in your heart and mind in the coming week.  And whenever any thought or any instance or any work tries to tire the mind during the week, then even at that time the sweet thoughts of the weekend should overcome that tiring thoughts.

As far as I am concerned, this is what I do on weekends.  From so many options given above, I choose something or the other depending on the mood. Due to this my discharged battery gets fully charged again. I feel weekends are my exclusive time which is only meant for family and friends. It's the time to do what I want to do in sync with my heart and mind. No work pressure. No work related discussions. It's the time to recharge myself. 

When Someone Was Kind To Me #WriteAPageADay #pebbleinwaterswrites @blogchatter

When someone was kind to me.

When I was strong.  

Then, that period was a bit strange.  

Every moment of life was intense.  

Every dream had wings.

Sky was always full of colorful birds. 

Every beautiful bird had it's own sweet sound.

Whenever I looked in the mirror, it all looked good.

The shore was always visible even in the storm.

Even the stubborn waves were always under my influence.

Though there were thousands of difficulties.  But at that time harshest of it was just a simple puzzle game.

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When someone was kind to me.

It was so easy to even touch the sky.

I knew nothing but just fly high.

It was a completely different environment.  Forests, mountains, rivers, or deserts.

My name was everywhere.

Every result was in my own hands.

That too was a period.

A golden period. 

When someone was kind to me.

What was that period?

What was that period?

Where is that gone now?

Where are those moments now?

I could never understand - why?  

Who was it that was kind to me?

Now, everything is a bargain here.

Can't it be that this year it becomes the same as before?

When someone was kind to me.

One Hobby I Wish I Could Revive #WriteAPageADay #pebbleinwaterswrites @blogchatter

If a hobby I wish I could revive, what would it be and why would I want to revive it?  I believe, hobbies can change with age and maturity.  I am talking of both age and maturity together because even with increasing age, if childish behavior remains the same and there is no change in it, then hobbies often remain the same.  Yes, if there is an increase in seriousness with age, then maturity in thinking and understanding also gets enhanced.  Then, it is imperative to change hobbies with that change.

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There is another aspect to this as well.  Some people are older than age, some equal to age, and some less than age.  Now those who fall in the first category, whose maturity is more than their age, then they are likely to have very serious and matured hobbies even at a very young age.  For example, many children of the same age may be playing, and some children of the same age may be doing something different instead of playing.  For example, these other category of children would be reading literature, understanding nature, trying something new, or spending time with children older than them.

I was fond of reading comics in childhood, but a bit later, within a few years, I became fond of reading literary books by the time I reached higher school.  During my school days I had read books of legends of literature like Ramdhari Singh Dinkar, Mohan Rakesh, Amrita Pritam, Agyeya, Saadat Hasan Manto, Rabindranath Thakur, Khushwant Singh, Khalil Gibran, Leo Tolstoy, Harivansh Rai Bachchan, Mirza Ghalib, Sahir Ludhianvi, Faiz Ahmed Faiz, Ila Chandra Joshi , and read the books by many other similar authors.  Some of those books I read more than once.

I remember that during my school days a monthly magazine of literature was started called Kathadesh.  I used to take it every month.  It used to be a thin magazine, but it contained a rich dose of literary writing.  With age, the companionship of books also started increasing.  But at the same time, the amount of time started decreasing in them because I had to spend time in other tasks and deeds.  And because of this after some time it happened that the hobby in books started decreasing.  The situation has gone such that in spite of the time, the hand does not move towards the books and the attention does not prompts to spend some time reading a book.

If I am able to revive this old hobby of mine like it used to be full of passion, then the enjoyment of life will move to another level. 

The Gorgeous Dress That I Would Like To Own #WriteAPageADay #pebbleinwaterswrites @blogchatter

What should be a beautiful or gorgeous outfit that I would like to own?  I thought many times and then came to the conclusion that what is the meaning of such a dress which I have to wear to woo someone else.  Wouldn't it be better to wear a dress that I feel proud wearing?  The dress which is my favorite and which brings happiness on my face would be far better than any other factors.  Would the motive behind the dress that nature wears was to entice someone else?  I do not believe in this.  I feel like this is nature's own favorite dress, even wearing it, it becomes so beautiful and adorable on its own that everyone goes crazy about it.  Many people wear such a dress to woo others in which they do not look good and beautiful at all.

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Usually such a dress which someone does not like and is still wearing, then that person himself is seen struggling in it.  In such a situation, there is a kind of anger on that person's face in place of happiness.  It seems as if he/she is angry with himself/herself about something.  A gleeful laugh only comes on his face if he tries his best to make himself happy.  So why do something that cannot give happiness?  Why do something that makes oneself tired, desperate, and sad.  That would be a futile attempt.  How can I make someone else happy when I am not happy myself? 

As a result, the ultimate conclusion is that the dress is gorgeous only if it gives comfort, happiness, and grace to the person wearing it. 

My Perfect Day #WriteAPageADay #pebbleinwaterswrites @blogchatter

What does my perfect day look like?  A day with every moment full of consciousness.  Can this happen?  There are many days that come silently and go away just like that.  Just fine.  Came and went.  Nothing special happened that day.  Everything usually remains normal.  I don't even get to know when they left.  Such days go by without leaving any special memory.  In fact, days are made from moments.  Only those days or dates remain in the memory, which have been made memorable by certain moments.  In millions of moments, these are those moments in which there is something special that touches the heart, mind, or soul.  Such moments would not have been created on their own.  It would take some power or the other to build them.

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So, my perfect day should be such, in which every moment of that day, I stay in my conscious mind and I am successful in living that every moment to the fullest.