Filed under: Musings Of Life | Tags: Asking For Forgiveness, inspired living, making mistakes, virtue of forgiveness
We humans are prone to making mistakes. It is no crime to make a mistake. Sometimes, in the flow of life we hurt others. Often we sleep over it and some other times we like to say sorry but move on. But, as the song goes, ‘sorry seems to be the hardest word’ and that is so true. Asking for forgiveness is a tough thing because it involves suppressing your ego. At the same time, forgiveness must be heartfelt because there is no felt saying sorry if you don’t mean that. One can also be not sure of forgiveness even if regret is expressed. But one should have heart pure and clean while apologizing.
Before taking the initiative, one must be pretty sure of why he is sorry. Go behind the reasons and realize your mistake. Then only, the expression will be genuine. Fake apology mostly worsens the case so be very genuine about what you feel. There is one suggestion of writing down your apology. This will make you more comfortable. Writing also helps if the person is feeling embarrassed. One can send this written apology where it is intended. But its always better to meet person one to one and then apologize. One strong suggestion is to never to make any excuse while saying sorry. It does not really give a positive vibe. Avoid blame game and just be sincere. Rest assured, things will fall into place.
Filed under: Musings Of Life | Tags: Carry On, inspired life, the magic of life
Life never turns out the way we plan. In fact it always takes a different route. Sometimes, We don’t like the way life turns out because we feel sad, depressed and devastated when things turn out differently. But then what’s the meaning of life that takes place as per our plans. Then life will be termed as repetitive and predictable. We human thrive on unpredictability and sudden changes witnessed in life give us the real fun. So instead of moaning and cribbing out the life, lets just chant ‘carry on’ even when things are not exactly very rosy and colorful. It’s always easier to give up but it’s always a sign of strength when we stand up and carry on. Let’s share this fascinating poem that tells us the virtue of carrying on even during adverse conditions.
Carry On!!
It’s easy to fight when everything’s right,
And you’re mad with the thrill and the glory;
It’s easy to cheer when victory’s near,
And wallow in fields that are gory.
It’s a different song when everything’s wrong.
When you’re feeling infernally mortal;
When it’s ten against one, and hope there is none,
Buck up, little soldier, and chortle:
Carry on! Carry on!
There isn’t much punch in your blow.
You’re glaring and staring and hitting out blind;
You’re muddy and bloody, but never mind.
Carry on! Carry on!
You haven’t the ghost of a show.
It’s looking like death, but while you’ve a breath,
Carry on, my son! Carry on!
And so in the strife of the battle of life
It’s easy to fight when you’re winning;
It’s easy to slave, and starve and be brave,
When the dawn of success is beginning.
But the man who can meet despair and defeat
With a cheer, there’s a man of God’s choosing;
The man who can fight to Heaven’s own height
Is the man who can fight when he’s losing.
Carry on! Carry on!
Things never were looming so black.
But show that you haven’t a cowardly streak,
And though you’re unlucky you never are weak.
Carry on! Carry on!
Brace up for another attack.
It’s looking like hell, but – you never can tell;
Carry on, old man! Carry on!
There are some who drift out in the deserts of doubt,
And some who in brutishness wallow;
There are others, I know, who in piety go
Because of a Heaven to follow.
But to labor with zest, and to give of your best,
For the sweetness and joy of the giving;
To help folks along with a hand and a song;
Why, there’s the real sunshine of living.
Carry on! Carry on!
Fight the good fight and true;
Believe in you mission, greet life with a cheer;
There’s big work to do, and that’s why you are here.
Carry on! Carry on!
Let the world be the better for you;
And at last when you die, let this be your cry:
Carry on, my soul! Carry on!
By- Robert W. Service.
Filed under: Musings Of Life | Tags: Collective Voice of Common People, terrorism, united we stand
Recently Mumbai face the burnt of terrorism and was held hostage for almost 57 hours. Terrorism has no religions and the only people who suffer are innocents’ people who had nothing to do with all the mess surrounding religious fanatics. But human ability of moving ahead despite all the losses incurred in the journey of life again came to the fore.
I came across a poem written by lyricist and famous ad personality which is dedicated to all the victims. He wrote this after the Mumbai terror attacks. This is a poem which reflects our collective voice and pain. I am sharing this poem with all the people.
Is baar nahin
Is baar jab woh choti si bachchi mere paas apni kharonch le kar aayegi
Main usey phoo phoo kar nahin behlaoonga
Panapney doonga uski tees ko
Is baar nahin
(This time when that little girl comes to me with her bruises, I will not blow gently at her wound, nor distract her, I will let her pain grow.
Not this time.)
Is baar jab main chehron par dard likha dekhoonga
Nahin gaoonga geet peeda bhula dene wale
Dard ko risney doonga,utarney doonga andar gehrey
Is baar nahin
(This time when I see pain on faces
I will not sing the song that eases pain
I will let the pain seep in, deep.
Not this time.)
Is baar main na marham lagaoonga
Na hi uthaoonga rui ke phahey
Aur na hi kahoonga ki tum aankein band karlo,
gardan udhar kar lo main dawa lagata hoon
Dekhney doonga sabko hum sabko khuley nangey ghaav
Is baar nahin
(This time I won’t apply any balm
Nor will I ask you to shut your eyes
and turn your head
While I gingerly apply medicine
I will let everyone see the open, naked wounds
Not this time.)
Is baar jab uljhaney dekhoonga,chatpatahat dekhoonga
Nahin daudoonga uljhee door lapetney
Uljhaney doonga jab tak ulajh sake
Is baar nahin
(This time when I see difficulty, uneasiness
I will not run to solve the problems
I will let them become complicated
Not this time.)
Is baar karm ka hawala de kar nahin uthaoonga auzaar
Nahin karoonga phir se ek nayee shuruaat
Nahin banoonga misaal ek karmyogi ki
Nahin aaney doonga zindagi ko aasani se patri par
Utarney doonga usey keechad main,tedhey medhey raston pe
Nahin sookhney doonga deewaron par laga khoon
Halka nahin padney doonga uska rang
Is baar nahin banney doonga usey itna laachaar
Ki paan ki peek aur khoon ka fark hi khatm ho jaye
Is baar nahin
(This time I won’t pick up my tools as a matter of duty
I will not make a new beginning
Nor will I stand as an example of one dedicated to my job
I will not let life easily return to normalcy
I will let it descend into muck, on the twisting paths
I will not let the blood on the walls dry out
Nor will I let its colour fade away
This time I won’t let it become so helpless
That you can’t tell blood from paan-spit
Not this time.)
Is baar ghawon ko dekhna hai
Gaur se
Thoda lambe wakt tak
Kuch faisley
Aur uskey baad hausley
Kahin toh shuruat karni hi hogi
Is baar yahi tay kiya hai
(This time the wounds need to be watched
Carefully
For a long time
Some decisions are needed
And then some brave moves to be made
We have to begin somewhere
This time this is what I have resolved)
… By Prasoon Joshi
Filed under: Musings Of Life | Tags: going back to innocence, musing of life, Revisiting childhood
Have you ever wondered about the innocence of childhood? How beautiful things were when we were kids. Looking at world with hope, optimism and curiosity and not with cynicism. Making friends easily. Simplifying things. Life was not at all complicated. So often, I have met people reminiscing about that golden era amidst the quagmire of adult life. Well, I think it’s never too late actually. We can’t replicate those things. We can’t go back to that period. But yes, we can always learn from that stage of life. We can always revisit that kindergarten atmosphere. We can still be simple, take great pleasures in small things of life, making friends easily. We can still trust people. The choice is ours.
First Knowing
That second day of kindergarten, I ditched
while Miss Clemens bent at the sink,
helping Peter Farley wash the paint off his hands.
I scurried across the wide green fields that led
to the road where our row
of white townhouses awaited me.
I wanted no more days without my mother
placed in the center of every hour.
I wanted her voice, the scent of the perfume
she dabbed on her writst each morning
before we watched my father walk away.
We stood at her dresser while she released
the stopper from a crystal bottle so blue
it rivalled sunlight staining the ocean surface.
I wanted to travel with her
from supermarked to bank, dry cleaners
to drugstore, wherever the days life took her.
As if sensing some hunger to come,
I craved her with a fierceness that made me run,
as if knowing I would soon lose her to a sadness
vaster than any of these fields I could cover
with the pace of my own feet.
Poem by – Andrea Potos
Filed under: Musings Of Life
Danny Kaye had once said, “Life is a great big canvas, and you should throw all the paint on it you can.” The poem I would be sharing today emphasizes on intrinsic human strengths. If any human wishes to excel in his or her chosen field, he or she can. Life is a thing to be lived fully. As it has been said “There are only two ways to live your life.
One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.” So one should always strive to fulfill one’s capabilities. Lets enjoy this poem and start believing our capabilities.
Be The Best of Whatever You Are
If you can’t be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley-but be
The best little scrub by the side of the rill;
Be a bush if you can’t be a tree.
If you can’t be a bush be a bit of the grass,
And some highway happier make;
If you can’t be a muskie then just be a bass-
But the liveliest bass in the lake!
We can’t all be captains, we’ve got to be crew,
There’s something for all of us here,
There’s big work to do, and there’s lesser to do,
And the task you must do is the near.
If you can’t be a highway then just be a trail,
If you can’t be the sun be a star;
It isn’t by size that you win or you fail-
Be the best of whatever you are!
By: – Douglas Malloch
Filed under: Musings Of Life
This was one of those articles you come across once in a while and get hooked on to it. When you read articles like these, the first immediate reaction is you start thinking. You get immersed in the ocean of thoughts wondering about the relevance of the mindset and deep convictions lying within. We think of our values and wonder are we living our life the way always wished to? Sometimes it better to stop for a while, reflect on the things happening around us, happening to us and then moving on.
Today, I would be sharing one such thought pattern which we must think about and try to learn something. It has been said that, most difficult of the times can be more readily endured if we strive to retain the conviction that our existence holds a purpose – a cause to pursue, a person to love, a goal to achieve. For the time being lets pursue that sculptor’s attitude.
Sculptor’s Attitude
I woke up early today, excited over all I get to do before the clock strikes midnight. I have responsibilities to fulfill today. I am important. My job is to choose what kind of day I am going to have.
Today I can complain because the weather is rainy or I can be thankful that the grass is getting watered for free.
To Be Continued—
Filed under: Musings Of Life
For the last one month, we have shared many wonderful poems. These poems manage to affect us in a positive way. Isn’t it surprising to find few well structured words managing to affect us in such a major way? Most of the times, these poems convey our innermost feelings of love, affection, strength, fear, longing ness amongst others. We almost, always, relate to a poem. It touches few chords here and there. Today I would be sharing a poem which is about “poem” itself.
Poems Are The Friends…
Poems are the Friends we make them
Expressing in words a thought
Of happiness, sadness, caring,
Experience dearly bought.
Poems have their own sweet language
That buds and comes to bloom,
Showing their many colours…
Light in a darkened room.
Poems let us say: “I love you…”
Poems let us say: “Goodbye…”
Poems can be strong, or gentle,
Raising a smile or sigh…
For poems are about our living
The road that we, daily, take,
Of Love and of selfless giving…
Poems are the Friends we make!
By:- John McLeod
Filed under: Musings Of Life
Continued-
· Take a nap in the afternoon
· We must be aware of the word wonder. Let’s remember how we had planted those tiny seeds in the barren land and how in amazement we watched the roots going down and plant going up. Probably we would never figure out why that happens but all of us are like that.
· While going out into this complex world, watch out for traffic, remember to hold hands and stick together.
· Then also remember the book about Dick and Jane and other fascinating stuffs and the first word we learned, the biggest word of all: LOOK. Everything we need to know is in there somewhere. The golden rule and love and basic sanitation. Even Ecology and politics and sane living. All neatly summed up.
· Think of what a better world it would be if we all had cookies and milk about three o’ clock every afternoon and then laid down with our blankets for a nap.
· Or if we had a basic policy in our nation and other nations always to put things back where we found them and cleaned up our own messes. That would have been a real pleasure.
· One fact will always hold true that no matter how old we are, when we go out into the world, it is best to hold hands and stick together. And finally
· Whether its hamsters or goldfish or rooster or even those tiny seeds in the barren land, they all die. So do we. So lets not forget to get best out of this wonderful life.
:- Courtesy Robert Fulhum
Filed under: Musings Of Life
Internet can be called encyclopedia of knowledge. One comes across so many fascinating things which otherwise we would not have found. Few of the things manage in hang in there, in the back of your mind. And they stay that way because of their sheer quality and authenticity. There was this article called “We Learned It All in Kindergarten” by Robert Fulghum.
He mentioned it so correctly that most of the basic things we learn in kindergarten. Things like how to live, what to do and how to be are taught in kindergarten. The point is wisdom does not come out of doing graduation; rather it’s inherent in basics of childhood.
We need to remind ourselves of many of these basic learning at every phase of life. Some of them are:-
· Save everything.
· Play fair.
· Put things back where you found them
· Don’t hit people.
· Say you’re sorry when you hurt somebody
· Clean up your own mess.
· Don’t take things that aren’t yours.
· Live a balanced life.
· Wash your hands before you eat.
· Learn some and think some, and draw and sing and dance and play and
· work every day some
Filed under: Musings Of Life
Continued…
17). It takes a minute to have a crush on someone, an hour to like someone and a day to love someone, but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.
18). Love comes to those who still hope even though they’ve been disappointed, to those who still believe even though they’ve been betrayed, need to love those who still love, even though they’ve been hurt before.
19). It hurts to love someone, and not to be loved in return but what is most painful is to love someone and never finds the courage to let the person know how you feel.
20). Love is when you take away the feeling, the passion, the romance and find out you still care for that person.
21). Never say goodbye when you still want to try;
Never give up when you still feel you can take it;
Never say you don’t love that person anymore when you can’t let go.
22). Giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they’ll love you back. Don’t expect love in return, just wait for it to grow in their hearts but if it doesn’t, be content it grew in yours.
23). There are things you love to hear but you would never hear it from the person whom you would like to hear it from, but don’t be deaf to hear it from the person who says it with his heart.
24). When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life to the fullest so that when you die, you’re smiling and everyone
around you is crying.
:- Author Unknown
