Saturday, March 14, 2009

find your poem


Hey friends,
I am editing this post because it is offending blogger friends. I am not making any change in the post because I am not feeling bad. THIS IS ONLY A GAME. IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH CREATIVITY. IT IS A GAME ABOUT HOW RANDOM WORDS PUT TOGETHER MAKE SENSE NOT BECAUSE THEY WERE PUT INTENTIONALLY BUT BECAUSE THE MIND IS SO ACCUSTOMED TO CONCRETENESS, THE KNOWN, LOGIC, REASON AND MEANINGS THAT IT FINDS MEANINGS EVERYWHERE. THE MIND WILL REMAIN RESTLESS UNTIL IT HAS PUT ALL THE PIECES OF THE PUZZLE TOGETHER IN LIFE OR IN GAME. IT IS ONLY THE HEART THAT RESPONDS TO THE ILLOGICAL, IRRATIONAL, THE UNKNOWN OR ANY QUEST .....DEAR BLOGGERS I DO NOT MEAN TO HURT YOU....IT IS ONLY A GAME JUST LIKE THOSE FUN-STORY GAMES WHERE THE FIRST PERSON STARTS WITH A SENTENCE AND THE THREAD IS CARRIED FURTHER BY OTHER PLAYERS...
WARNING: IF YOU HAVE ANY IMAGES OF ME AS A SERIOUS HUMAN-BEING OR YOU ARE A VERY SERIOUS HUMAN-BEING YOURSELF , DO NOT READ FURTHER....


MIGHTY MOTORSPORTS
The great thing about getting
anything you go after
Only actions give
the other half.....

LAMENESS


All the presidents
in the world of time
Self-importance is
second hand of a clock
Work saves us
World belong to the energetic
Everywhere I go
I win or lose
Sometimes a scream
...one will suffice

Hi friends,
These two poems came out of a game.
There are those who write poems and there are those who applaud. All of us at some point of our lives aspire to write something lyrical.....mysterious....magical...mystical
Now here is your chance to become a poet without the divine vision,without the intuition or that peculiar frenzy of mind that leads the pen.
And to you poetry lovers and readers, dont take offence...its just a game ---- a poetry-fun-game. It was created and started by get zapped. With her consent I am giving it here just to set the game rolling.....

Here are the simple rules of the game...
Go to "wikipedia." Hit “random”or click http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:RandomThe first random wikipedia article you get is the title of your poem.
Go to "Random quotations"or click http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3
1) Select the first three or five words of the very first quote of the page for the first line of your poem.
2) Then the last three or five words of the next quote of the page is the second line of your poem.
3) Select the first three or five words of the third quote of the page for the third line, and then alternate as above until you’ve made it to the last quote…
Go to flickr and click on “explore the last seven days”or click http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7daysFifth picture, no matter what it is, will be your poem image. This part is optional.
So go ahead and pen down a few lines. You can take this game to your blog and please let me know when you create something...i shall only be too happy to see what you've been upto.

Monday, February 23, 2009

what do we choose?

This is a short story my brother sent me sometime back.

I am bringing this story here for all of you even though I found it so heart-breaking.

The story illustrates how we loose our awareness in fits of rage for things that do not really matter.

While dad was polishing his new car, his four year old son picked up a stone and scratched a few lines on the side of his car. The father seeing this got so furious that in anger he took the child's hand and hit it several times, not realising that he was using a wrench.

At the hospital, his child asked, "dad when will my fingers grow back?"

Dad was so hurt. He went back now to hit his car and kicked it many times.

Exhausted he sat back and his eyes fell on the scratches.

Coming close he saw....his son had written, Dad I love you....

How can we forget that people are meant to be loved and things are meant to be used. What a tragedy it is that people are being used and things are being loved.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

the heart must go on .............

Remember that song...my heart is beating/ keeps on repeating/I'm waiting for you......

The truth is that like time and tide the beating of a heart waits for none..... and the heart beats for us alone....there is no romance but sheer mechanics that keeps the heart going on mysteriously and miraculously every moment without forgetting, without lazing....
This, my friends, is an email forward which came to me a couple of days from a friend. I found it so relevant that I decided to post it for all of you here.
FEMALE HEART ATTACKS --

THIS IS CRUCIAL, LIFE-SAVING INFORMATION FOR EVERY WOMAN.
If you've read this before, please be sure to pass on to your wives/female friends. If not, please take a minute. If could save your life or someone else's.
She said she didn't feel well and had a back ache and was going to lay down on the bed with the heating pad. A while later her husband went to check on her and she was not breathing. They were not able to revive her. This is something we women should definitely take seriously. Please pass this on to those you love.I was aware that female heart attacks are different, but this is the best description I've ever read .........Women and heart attacks(Myocardial infarction).
Did you know that women rarely have the same dramatic symptoms that men have when experiencing heart attack...you know, the sudden stabbing pain in the chest, the cold sweat, grabbing the chest & dropping to the floor that we see in the movies? Here is the story of one woman's experience with a heart attack.I had a completely unexpected heart attack at about 10:30 pm with NO prior exertion, NO prior emotional trauma that one would suspect might've brought it on. I was sitting all snugly & warm on a cold evening, with my purring cat in my lap, reading an interesting story my friend had sent me, and actually thinking, 'A-A-h, this is the life, all cozy and warm in my soft, cushy Lazy Boy with my feet propped up.' A moment later, I felt that awful sensation of indigestion , when you've been in a hurry and grabbed a bite of sandwich and washed it down with a dash of water, and that hurried bite seems to feel like you've swallowed a golf ball going down the esophagus in slow motion and it is most uncomfortable. You realize you shouldn't have gulped it down so fast and needed to chew it more thoroughly and this time drink a glass of water to hasten its progress down to the stomach. This was my initial sensation---the only trouble was that I hadn't taken a bite of anything since about 5:00 p.m. After that had seemed to subside, the next sensation was like little squeezing motions that seemed to be racing up my SPINE (hind-sight, it was probably my aorta spasming), gaining speed as they continued racing up and under my sternum (breast bone, where one presses rhythmically when administering CPR). This fascinating process continued on into my throat and branched out into both jaws. AHA!! NOW I stopped puzzling about wh at was happening--we all have read and/or heard about pain in the jaws being one of the signals of an MI happening, haven't we? I said aloud to myself and the cat, 'Dear God, I think I'm having a heart attack!' I lowered the foot rest, dumping the cat from my lap, started to take a step and fell on the floor instead. I thought to myself 'If this is a heart attack, I shouldn't be walking into the next room where the phone is or anywhere else......but, on the other hand, if I don't, nobody will know that I need help, and if I wait any longer I may not be able to get up in moment'I pulled myself up in the arms of the chair, walked slowly into the next room and dialed the Paramedics... I told the lady who answered that I thought I was having a heart attack due to the pressure building under the sternum and radiating into my jaws. I didn't feel hysterical or afraid, just stating the facts.... She said she was sending the Paramedics over immediately, asked if the front door was near to me, and if so, to unbolt the door and then lie down on the floor where they could see me when they came in.I then lay down on the floor as instructed and lost consciousness, as I don't remember the medics coming in, their examination, lifting me onto a gurney or getting me into their ambulance, or hearing the call they made to St. Jude ER on the way, but I did briefly awaken when we arrived and saw that the Cardiologist was already there in his surgical blues and cap, helping the medics pull my stretcher out of the ambulance. He was bending over me asking questions (probably something lie 'Have you taken any medications?') but I couldn't make my mind interpret what he was saying, or form an answer, and nodded off again, not waking up until the Cardiologist and partner had already threaded the teeny angiogram balloon up my femoral artery into the aorta and into my heart where they installed 2 side by side stents to hold open my right coronary artery.I know it sounds like all my thinking and actions at home must have taken at least 20-30 minutes before calling the Paramedics, but actually it took perhaps 4-5 minutes before the call, and both the fire station and St. Jude are only minutes away from my home, and my Cardiologist was already to go to the OR in his scrubs and get going on restarting my heart (which had stopped somewhere between my arrival and the procedure) and installing the stents.Why have I written all of this to you with so much detail? Because I want all of you who are so important in my life to know what I learned first hand:

1. Be aware that something very different is happening in your body not the usual men's symptoms, but inexplicable things happening (until my sternum and jaws got into the act ). It is said that many more women than men die of their first (and last) MI because they didn't know they were having one, and commonly mistake it as indigestion, take some Maalox or other anti-heartburn preparation, and go to bed, hoping they'll feel better in the morning when they wake up....which doesn't happen. My female friends, your symptoms might not be exactly like mine, so I advise you to call the Paramedics if ANYTHING is unpleasantly happening that you've not felt before. It is better to have a 'false alarm' visitation than to risk your life guessing what it might be!



2. Note that I said 'Call the Paramedics' ( 911 )! Ladies, TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE! Do NOT try to drive yourself to the ER--you're a hazard to others on the road, and so is your panicked husband who will be speeding and looking anxiously at what's happening with you instead of the road. Do NOT call your doctor--he doesn't know where you live and if it's at night you won't reach him anyway, and if it's daytime, his assistants (or answering service) will tell you to call the Paramedics. He doesn't carry the equipment in his car that you need to be saved! The Paramedics do,principally OXYGEN that you need ASAP.Your Dr. will be notified later.


3. Don't assume it couldn't be a heart attack because you have a normal cholesterol count. Research has discovered that a cholesterol elevated reading is rarely the cause of an MI (unless it's unbelievably high, and/or accompanied by high blood pressure.) MI's are usually caused by long-term stress and inflammation in the body, which dumps all sorts of deadly hormones into your system to sludge things up in there. Pain in the jaw can wake you from a sound sleep.
Let's be careful and be aware
The more we know, the better chance we could survive.
image courtesy: flickr, cartoonstock and pioneer

Sunday, December 28, 2008

i am gods favorite cup of tea.......



Sometime back a friend of mine sent an sms saying, "the true flavor of a tea is tested when put in hot water. So if you are feeling gloomy today, shed it off....you are God's own favorite cup of tea" .......Oh my God! it surely did put a smile on my face.
Osho had said somewhere once that heaven and hell are not geographical places... they are our states of mind. WE create them. I only realised the truth of the statement these last six- seven months.
I have visited this place called hell and its a very nasty place to spend a lifetime.....And nobody enters with you there and nobody ever can pull you out from this place.
I have cried, I have gone crazy, miserable, frustrated, anxious, tense and cried all over again...I did a lot of brooding on my imagined past bad karmas ....nothing helped. I stopped my meditations.
And then one day as if it was a miracle I pulled myself out of it.
Now I am back. Thank you my blogger friends ....each one of you... I am not mentioning the names here because so many of my friends wrote to me ....thank you so much for writing to me on my mail or the blogger and letting me know that though we may have never seen each other, though we may be having different national identities... there is something which keeps everyone connected.
And I am really happy to be back amongst you all. And I never want to get back to that place again. I may be still standing on the doorway...I dont know....maybe I havent run too far but definitely I have my back towards it... waiting for the big leap....ha ha ha that surely is a dream I watch every-day.
And thank you so much Osho for telling me this : "This is your life. If you laugh, you laugh. If you cry, you cry...no-one else is responsible for you. You alone are responsible for everything in your life."