Emotional metamorphosis into young adults

 Those liberal days used to spill out the pot of merriment in every minutest of fact. The swamp of the neighbourhood used to transplant the organ to secrete endorphin to its excess. The gala juncture of gadding round with ecstasy in a  relaxed manner stretched out its dominance.When the menacing creatures of fantasies were the only role-plays of nightmares. When self scorn or contempt had no imprints of existence in the folds of livelihood. When the innocence used to be the defensive weapon when offensive acts of harassment was red- handedly caught.

                                             When the slime ridiculous errs invoked the screeches of excitement rather than yells of vexation among the by- standers When the  attachments never detached and grievances were ethereal, yet shame free usual cries stacked up at each hour of the day. When alacrity used to besiege and environ the physique, the liveliness used to spring out like hot spouts. When the peaks of tentative success in mere stances of life delighted the heart to its utmost limit. Those were the days when life was lived to the liveliest.

                           

 But the nostalgia not only hews my monotonous routine and adds a scent of mirth to it, but that forces my thoughts to think: What had changed over the years??

 Every species on this planet undergoes metamorphosis. From the dainty dwarfness with cheeks with extra topping, we grow to have tall physiques with sturdiness. But thats the physical dimension of metamorphism. The other dimensions too amend with the advancement of the calender. With every year that passes on, there's something we lose and contemporaneously gain. But the liberty of gadding around spills off from our pot, as life advances.

 A short talk with certain young adults aided to surmise a very great plot of life. The nostalgia is forcing them to transform back into the first phase of life- the mere infantness. Each of them urged to get back into those liberal days. The barrel of the timid system of education was the most burdening part of their life. They found that everything had changed over the years.

1. What has drastically changed?

The pots of merriment seem to have been the emptied by now. The swamp of the neighbourhood is taught to us as a container of diesease causing microbes. The gala juncture of gadding round is now considered to be a drain of time and that we were expected to utilize that very time to do something productive. The nightmares of exams keep us awake, we have to take sleeping pills at times, though we are always cozy while reading.

2. Has your behaviour changed?

 At every moment of our life, we experience contempt. Our innocence has as though vanished like a soapy bubble into the air of misery that has dominated upon us. Moreover, our slightest of mistakes are evaluated with the impeachments of our daily needs.

                                             

3. Do you still believe that your attachments never detach?

 Relationships, breakups and certain other kind of attachments have made us inflated with desolation and despair. And the worst part is that we can't even shed pearls from our eyes, for that is something that shows our meek character, so the anguish isn't washed off at all. And this makes us feel very sad.

4. So is it that now you are never happy?

We do have euphoric periods. But we need to hunt a lot for certain mirth in the environment filled up with stress and tension.

5. Do you find happiness in minutest of achievements of success?

Rather success is of a complex character that costs us our sweat and demands hardwork and at the same time requires a bit of fortune. So finding happiness in success is impractical until true success ain't achieved.

6. So which phase do you prefer?

The childhood is something which is the best part of our lives. The mere kiddies usher in us a temptation to become like them. We would be glad if we could undergo reverse metamorphosis.

The answers that have been received point out to the very fact that tied together with physical metamorphosis, a person is also subjected to certain emotional metamorphism. And that each person tends to seek complete peace of mind, such that there are no duties to be fulfilled, there is no one to be exasperated at. Each person tends to seek the most comforting way of life and so does each one wish to travel back in time, impediment the Earth while one is in childhood so that the days shall never pass out.

But unfortunately time travel isn't possible yet. So it is us who have to carve ourselves with time. Though there's a lot to control upon during this stage of metamorphosis such as attraction, love and so on, but if we accept the defying chance that God has gifted us, and consider each leap of life as the leap to eternity, then no phase of life can distress us, no phase of life has the strength to conquer over the heart. Such an optimistic approach could help us phase any segment of emotional or conditional metamorphosis during this stage ( teenage) of life.

Every moment we must be ready to face the exigencies of life. We should be ready to take up the responsibilities of living. We should be ready to work harder, so as to achieve the permanent success in life.

Every new day arrives with a scent of newness. So we should face everything gallantly. At the same time, we shall take a step back and think over whether what has changed over the past years.....We must observe the deepest ourselves....This is what life aims to teach us...This is what life is...

  

Superficial Joy

"The guy's just gravy. I mean he never seems to be enjoying the moment. He's just a jerk to bear a face as this. A dull visage on a gloomy face. He never laughs at silly cracks of jokes. Neither does he show signs of superficial jolly at times he is in the classroom, nor at times when he's feeling the swift breeze swing into his nostril while on the ground. He exhibits sharp looks and frightening eyes even while he's with musical element. A rather spooky being. He can be baptized as the 'sorrowful packet', that evolves out the radiations of grief to the fellow creatures." These are certain physical evaluations of a so-called spooky guy in the neighborhood, the guy who represents the 'someone' in the society who might be experiencing intrusive happiness. 

A human brain ranks among the topmost logic applying devices round the universe. A part of the brain has been assigned the work to draw out logistics and the other part interprets the statistics and liberates intermediate conclusions upon an unproven hypothesis. But the inevitable and obscuring authenticity reveals that recurrently the interpretations turn out to be false illusions of first sight or superficial impression.

But despite the very fact, our cerebral cortex behaves impertinently and cripples out unwanted words of conclusions.

The point that rests in the first lines stress towards a guy who never seems to enjoy his living. But this is what is perceived by us, though it ain't our peccadillo at all. The notions of our life have been shaped up from the greatest of the sages- experience. It can do wonders on our psychological existence. But yet the truth lies in the fact that a perception is not always true.

The person mentioned in the passage might be having the intrusive euphoric trait. There are certain people, when they enjoy, fragments and signs of their gleeful state echo round the ambiance. But there are some who stand apart from this fact. They find internal bliss in certain chores, they are actually cheerful and charming from within, they do have a euphoric state, but they don't show superficial signs of happiness. So the actual point lies in this very point at sooth.

So our human brain cannot perceive such intrusive signs of joy and we interpret such human as the morons who lack the ability to ordeal ecstasy. But in reality their interior being bears all bliss of life, but their skin stands as non- permeable membrane to the outflowing merriment. And the importance lies in the fact that, Are you happy from the inner within?

Yes, happiness is something inculcated in within the inner heart. Something that tends to be sprucing the intimate self and blooming up flowers of enchantment within the soul. Something that could not be seen, rather an abstract noun, but yet could be felt by the one injected with. It need not be exhibited upon the facial gestures at times. But it is a feeling of the intimate self.

So there are different ways of exhibiting happiness. As a human, we are not always right in reviewing someone’s state of emotions. So before drawing out various conclusions, a person’s internal state shall be deeply observed.

Human emotions occupy a new branch of research. The perplexities and complexities of emotions are something that could be closely observed and studied before drawing out a conclusion regarding a person’s emotion while carrying out a particular task.

So the guy mentioned in the above paragraph, might be enjoying his life to the fullest. He might be in a state of utmost ecstasy, though his visage does not depict the signs of joy. So the boy cannot be called a spooky guy at all. He might be someone who could be experiencing a different and a unique kind of merriment.

So human emotions are unpredictable as well as unperceivable. The sage who is meditating since years, might seem to be sleeping with his eyed closed, but in reality, he is in a state of meditation, i.e., he is thinking of his deep within. Similarly other states and emotions can be intrusive, so evaluating emotions is one of the most complicating task, and till date there are no instruments for precisely measuring ones level of joy. But hope that something shall be invented soon, that shall bear the ability of reviewing the actual emotions, not considering the facial expressions, but taking into consideration, the state of the heart, the mind and the soul. So that soon depressed people could be treated before symptoms are anchored into their body. So that someone happy could be easily spotted and someone sad could be easily entertained.

Science advances with calendars…..Hope that soon something would be invented that would bear the ability to interpret human emotions and wrong interpretations bearing errs aren't exposed....

Holi..The Festival of Colors

The very morning, a scent conquered upon my feelings and my nose forced me to break through my dream. The scent of the sorghum popcorn popularly known as 'dhani' stimulated my reflexes and forced me  to step out of my bed and reach to the source of the smell. Being in still a kind of trance state, and knowing nothing of the world around, I stepped into the kitchen and picked up a fist full of dhani mumra and date, i.e., khajoor. But before I could partially chew or swallow the delicious combo, a dandling tone struck my ear drum, that helped me gain my senses. And abruptly, did my retina sense the presence of my dear mom who had a barragement of anger and love on her visage. This at once made me realized that I hadn't brushed yet. I placed the combo back onto the dish, and had a nice brushing of teeth session.

After having soothed up myself, I comprehended the reason for the early hour preparation. The next week was to be baptized as "The Week of Colors". The most awaited and thrilling festival was to spread exuberance in the corners of each ones hearts. The Festival of Colors- Dhuleti and Holi. Anon, mom served me the Sorghum popcorn to me. The whitish- yellow piece with a black patch in the middle activated my desperation to attend the bonfire on the 'Phalgun Purnima'. I wondered if the mythic beliefs pertaining to the celebration of holy were sooth or meek tales. 

Can Holika, the sister of  the great, ardent ruler Hiranyakashyapa be imbecile enough to burn herself in an effort to kill Prahlada- Hiranyakahyap's son? The most wrangling was that can Hiranyakashyap be really blessed by the Lords as 'the conquerer of the world'? I mean how can someone think of himself as God and ask his people to worship him. I then thought that Prahlad was right to have not worshiped his father and worshiped the true Lord Almighty. He followed the path of truth and Lord aided him, he was miraculously saved from the burns of the bonfire in which he sat on Holika's lap. Holika's death signify the victory of God over evil.

The next moment did I abruptly surge out of the world of notions. I mocked at myself for not concentrating upon the taste of  the delicious dish. Yet the tales enmeshing to the celebration of Holi kept feeding upon my mind. The tale of the Ogress Pootana who breast-feeded infant Lord Krishna with her poisonous milk, but Krishna in turn sucked her blood and laid her to death, seem to me an inspiring folk, but still it is hard to believe that Holi is celebrated on the day of the death of  the demon Pootana. 

By the time the thought wriggled in my mind, a call from my mother eroded my pensive mood and created an ambience of haste, as it was already ten. 

Then was to begin the true fun of the fest. We all were to gather in my veranda and make up manoeuvres to shop the colors, pichkaris and balloons. Soon as expected, a massive chuckle was heard near my mansion. And in he bright light of day, appeared a group of kids proceeding towards my house. Each one had a frail of enthusiasm prevailing in the heart. Each one of the kids repeated a cycle of smiling, giggling, dancing and spreeing around. I waved at them and they waved back.

As soon as they harbingered, my first question wasn't a greeting, but the same thought that was harassing me throughout the day, I narrated the other tales of Holi to them and they gladly heard the folks. I narrated the story of Ogress Dhundhi, how she gained the boon of invincibility. But the only curse she bore was that she could be turned ash by the crazy acts of kids. I also told them that the Ogress had been primitively altering the smooth functioning of people's life and so did the priest of ruler Raghu's kingdom called for the naughtiest kids of the town and asked them to create an ambiance of mischief by singing, dancing, yelling and gadding around a pyre. And that the ogress was turned into ashes. This day is celebrated as Holi. And then I asked them if they beleived in any of the tales.

One of my friends from Uttar Pradesh told me that their Holi tale was rather different. She related it to the story of Krishna, but quite different from that of Ogress Pootana- Krishna legend. According to the Uttar Pradeshi faith, Krishna used to be jealous of Radha's fair complexion and so did Yashoda permit dark- complexioned Krishna to paint Radha's face with any color of his choice. And thus began the tradition of spilling up of colors on others, and this gave way to the Fest of Colors. 

With this tale, a thrill of argument spread round the aura. One of the boys, a staunch theist and a follower of Shiva, related some totally different legend. According to him, when Sati- Lord Shiva's wife burnt herself in the fire, Lord Shiva renounced his duties and went into deep meditation. Meanwhile, Parvati started meditating on the mountains to acquire Shiva. The other Gods went to ask for Kamadeva's assistance. Kamadeva agreed and shot the arrow at Shiva. Shiva was distracted from his meditation and so he transformed Kamadeva into ashes. Due to Kamdeva's efforts, Parvati and Shiva married. So on the day when Kamdeva was disintegrated into ash, Holi is celebrated.

So with each argument, my internal questionary section summoned millions of questions concerning the actual origin of Holi celebration. A tangling  and wrangling was occurring in my baffled brain. The most intense feeling of curiosity was being felt. Just because I was very eager and desperate to celebrate a carnival, and I didn't know the reason for its celebration. A self scorn and contempt clenched my veins. But the next moment I decided to believe in every tale and instead of protesting I made up my mind to concentrate upon the celebration 

So nextly, our gang group rattled towards the street hawkers to buy good variety of colors. A rumor had lately spread that the colors contained an artificial mixture of toxic substances and that the natural colors weren't available. So it was a very difficult tax to choose true and natural colors among the natural looking synthetic and artificial colors. Anyways, we loaded up our baggages and were all set for the Holi day. 

Each day had become hard to spend. Every second turned into an hour. At school, the only topic talked of was- Holi.....but the the awaited moment tottered by- the Holi day arrived.

The evening carried forward a wind of newness among women. Each women dressed in proper and traditional sarees and carried various requisites of worship. Men too dressed in an authentic manner. The puja elements included  shrifal, khajoor, dhani, kumkum, chokha, etc. 

So with a feeling of ecstasy each one proceeded to the open field where the arragements for the bonfire were made. The pyre included woods, cow dung and other combustible substances. As soon as all the people gathered, the fire was lit. Then each women and men together, did the puja and then proceeded towards the pradakshina of the pyre. The shrifals were heated up and then were distributed to each person as the prasad.

The warmth of the fire was felt by each one. The fire symbolized the burning of all the peoples' sins and peccadillos and the vanishing smoke depicted the disappearance of the grievances, sorrows and tensions of peoples' lives. So with the washing off of the sins, the Holi day ended up.

The next day that was to touch us up ranks among the most enchanting, loving, playful, mischievous, joyous, exhilarating, gleeful, exciting and the most eagerly awaited days of the year- The Dhuleti Day...

We all were up-to- date with our implements to be needed in the color game. We all woke up early in the morning and made certain preparations of colored water, tank filled with water pichkaris, water balloons, and mud-filled areas. We then assigned areas among ourselves, a small mob was to attack area 1 with the colors, the other crowd was to infect area 2 with water and so on.  

In the early hour, there was no creature wandering by in the entire locality, but soon as we went door to door to call for people, soon the entire environment was filled with colors. People danced with enthusiasm on the beats of the live drums. There was a creation of a playfully revengeful condition, where some people were banged into the mud and yet others were drenched into tanks of colored water. Some were sprayed upon with pichkaris and some were hit with the balloons. 

All over the country there were strands of different colors in the air. If some astronaut might glance the Earth from space, he could clearly be able  to see multicolored strands in India as well as Nepal, Bangladesh, Guyana, Mauritius, Pakistan, South Africa, U.S.A., U.K., Surinam, Trinidad and Tobago.

There's a feeling of utmost pleasure and bliss among the individuals ont hs particular day. After the kota of coloring and being colored ended up, we all took a long lasting bath, yet some colors stained the individuals' bodies. Yet then, each one dressed in sober clothes gathered at the bashing area and had  the most vulnerable drink of the carnival- Bhang or Thandai. Without sips of this fruitful drink, this festival is totally incomplete. So we had glasses full of this drink associated with Lord Shiva.

At last with a massive dinner, the most awaited day ended up with spruces of internal pleasure being harvested from the weeds of daily life.  A mourn was spread by then. For a single day celebration isn't enough to fulfill the demanding needs of ecstasy for the children as well as adults. But yet each one had to accept the setting Sun, and wait for the next colorful sun to peep into the Earth.

And the last colorful sun set for me in 2013. So here I look forward now to the Holi of 2014.... 

Though Holi seems to be a harmless festival, but the colors used have caused a manifold increase in the water pollution throughout the decade. This Holi I tend to create awareness among people of the norganic chemicals used in the colors. Each one should play Holi. I don't ask to give up this festival. But only orgaic colors should be used so that we can poudly say that we had a pollution free and safe Holi celebration.....Happy Holi to each and every one on this temporary multicolored planet.....

A New Day enchants our living

Each day lights up a new wick in our life. Each day binds a trail of something evoking that could screech out the olden filth of false ethics and stroll into our lives a new pinch of cogitation. Each day tends to shear through the inner conceptual of life and amend a vital thread of the woven canvas of living. Perceiving the minutest of the permutations of the day and accepting the new abrupt change becomes the only key of flowing with the agile wave of time.
Accepting the new twists of time rises up as the very only choice. But as juncture and experience are among the best of the teachers, so every second teaches us the manner to live the next minute. So, each day shall we be ready to absorb the tiniest of flickering in our life. The ones who withstand such a flick in the wick, can hold on even during the strongest of storms.
So every day one should wake up and peep into the new dimension where the mind should be ready to welcome newer challenges. Every step should be thought of as the step towards the eternal achievement.
So lets wake up with an attitude of self confidence and a tendency to perceive the external environment. The environment cradles every tiny secret of our being. But the thorns prickle the bubbles of secret one by one. So a bubble once burst out, could never be clubbed again, and so shall we be ever ready to perceive the momentary revealing of the secret, so that the specific moment isn't lost, and the call of the nature isn't overlooked.
That's what life demands from us, we need to rise up above the hurdles of dismay and grief and dive into the deepest oceans of learning and trying once again.
So a broad outlook and an easy going attitude is all that is needed to bang with the daily challenges and rebound with an amended  thinking. So this is what should be implemented as the principle of life. Acceptance should be something that shall be the guiding motto of life.
So we shall preach to learn from each one that teach.....a sense of living the today to the best could aid in holding up the aforesaid principle.
So we shall be fully permeable to the new upcomings of life and offer a vision of acceptance towards it. And be ready to face the new rising morn that would spread and shatter a scent of pleasure and newness.

Valentines Day Special.

The most awaited day is to knock at each ones door. The greatest plans of conquering are all set up. The weapons are all ready. Just a Yes, and the whole world will change up. The laziest teens have waken up, and the ones who never strained the minds have thought of great ideas. The bombardments might break out the inner heart. The wicked contrivances of stealing the worthiest and most precious component conquers each ones asset.
The most meritorious day for some and the worst and dullest day for others. A spring of joy shatters among some and a feeling of uselessness and dimness triumphs over others. A day most memorable and worthy for some and the worst and hurting day for others. A day that could change the lives of people, though some have positive effects, but a dark and negative change for others.
The day when the florists and choco- vendors  flourish out to stand among the most profiting commercial set-ups in the town. The day when Venus's pigeon's wings get exhausted and rugged, by flying round the world to seal bonds. The day when wooing is done to the fullest. The day when the flirting tactics are entirely implemented. The day that is the most awaited and popular among the young adults.
The day that is the best for the lovers on the planet and a day of a pinch of regret for the non- lovers. A special day because on this occasion, the true heart speaks out of love, and the inner feeling gets exhibited to the entire world. The day when two heart collide, intersect and then overlap to unite as a single core.
This day ranks among the most beloved and beautiful days- The Valentines Day.
The Valentines Day is celebrated in the name of the great Saint Valentine- the uniter of love. The suitable month of the year- February, bores the birth of the great saint and the fourteenth day of the month is the Valentines Day.
Indeed a splendid and marvelous day for each inhabitant of our planet who has carved uopn the heart the name of someone. So a very happy Valentines Day.....May all the proposals invade a positive feeling among the hearts and may the lord be with the broken hearts..

The last days of joy

There used to be certain days when there used to be a jubilation overflowing with glee and euphoria. There used to be mere jests in company to broaden the lips and pang the stomachs. Each one was bantered by the other either by baptizing, as if a dowager, or by coupling with some other person. There used to be a backtalk and a sass for every elucidation that acted as a chaff for bringing a massive guffaw. There used to be midnight bashes and evening galas. The scorns at the endless sprees and impertinence were tagged with pride. There were moments when being of chums seemed more vital than lively needs. There were days when a cold hugged, but yet the entire twinge was not of the absence at school.
Yes, these were the true days of pure elation at school. The days when education was not looked upon as a grave cup of tea. The days when self realization occurred and diminished every four months during the quarterly annual tests. The day when basics were fed up with a spoon and marks used to evolve like miracles. The days when 2+2 was always 4 and there wasn't  any need to prove so. The days when bunks were sketched out and outings weren't thought upon twice.
But as every present becomes the past and every day sets into night, the same holds true in case of our short being. The days of merriment and immaturity have to step out and the maturity has to cripple into our lives. The sense of setting up a career in life has to bombard and break out the childish intentions. The school days feel to be humdrum and barren. The brightly colored illustrative books transit into unattractive and irritating pieces of paper.

Every child undergoes metamorphosis along the Kindergarten to Post Graduation. The phase until the 9th grade is indeed a blissful voyage. But the rugged road begins from the 10th grade board exams.
Each day with ecstasy is contradicted  by melancholy, fright and trepidation. Every effort that was playful and humorous is replaced by a breeze of serious and and sincere try.

With the end of the ninth grade, each student enters into the dull phase of life. So the short span of time between jolly and mournful moments, lies the most joyous days- The last days of joy......
These days, comprise the soul days of charm and cheer. The ultimate days of jubilation and entertainment. The days when one lives the entire life in a month with utmost enchantment, for the next three years would retard the growth of the serotonin hormone.
So I rather plead to each ninth grade student to live the best one can live, be the best one can be, do the best one can do, live a life of complete engrossment in ecstasy, be humorous, be cheerful, be friendly with chums, be ready for a grave future, plan out the career and live the fullest in the last days of joys.......

Republic Day- The national celebration

Well, during each single Independence Day that we summon, there's a massive celebration. But that's for the satisfaction of the outer realm, there's always an agitated and disturbed inner realm. In the heart of every Indian, there's a cumulative wrangling question that is wriggling in the arteries, Is India really free?? Is India really Independent??
And the answers that we get peep at the negative dimension of our thinking. We get to know that though we are free from physical suppression yet we are still under a mental rule and a rule of politicians. A suppression of thoughts is felt in every moment of our life in our country. The creative and true facts are to be hidden and the so- called beneficial and boasting facts are exposed. The thoughts that the Britishers pasted in our minds are still prevailing among us.
So when we are not intellectually free, how can we become an independent country. And how can a country still ruled by an outside power, make a republican government? When a republican government cannot be made, how can we celebrate republic day?
That is something that needs to be thought of. Well, besides all the parades and flag hoisting that takes place on the Republic Day, this is something that flickers in everyone's minds. This is what that bothers every Indian. But instead of the Indian public this is a matter of bother for the politicians rather.
The politicians should first of all stop forming a monarchical government instead of a democracy. Nextly, corruption is what needs to be put a halt upon. And when it comes to mental rule, the right of speech and thought should never be abstained from any citizen.
As citizens and normal people we should drain out superstitions form our society, so that country is not ruled up by misbeliefs. Everyone should be educated so as not to be ruled by illiteracy. The logical and creative thoughts should be welcomed in the light of reasons.
This Republic Day, let us pledge to move on with the motives that aim at establishing a welfare state and democratic and republican government such that our country can be tagged as independent and self- sustained.

So there isn't only one ailment ruling over our country, then only can we be actually Independent. On the occasion of the 65th Republic Day every citizen, including the politicians and other great personalities must ask the innerself, "Is India really free??"

New Year Wishes

 2013 was a year that bloomed each one's talents and wishes. Well this very article is the one that I posted on the occasion of welcoming 2013...I feel that the prayers in this article have spread its colors and so had 2013 been a massive year  of joy. So I hope that 2014 shall also bring great development of the Earth and of each habitant of the Earth. So I am re- posting this fortunate article with certain modifications so that the hopes of 2014 can also be fulfilled. 
  Santa brings a gift for all of us. A gift of a new year. After every Christmas comes the farewell parties. This year we are to bid a bye to 2013. The year that we welcomed on 31st 2012. But now we need to shed some tears bid a bye to 2013.

     2013 was a historic year. Year when new meres were born but the year when we lost too many people. Year when we smiled. The year when we laughed. But the year when we even cried. The the year when we were filled with enchantment and dismay. The year when we won praises, and the year when we lost our reputations. The year that had everything new. The year when we learned new tricks. The year full of blues. And the year full of almighty clues. Year when we won new friends but the year when we lost the old ones. The year full of developments but the year that was disastrous though. The year when we touched victory but the year when we had to digest defeat.The year when we were scared. The year when we were brave. The  year when we gained affection and love but the year when we gained hatred. The year when we made well well wishers but the year when we made enemies. The year when we were fortunate but the year when w were unlucky. Year when we were blessed but the year when we were cursed. The year that taught us with new experiences. The year that was joyous and full of fun. Year when countries fought but the year when the countries united. Year that created destruction but the year that raised new homes. The year that help us grow. Year that continues our life show. The year in which new emotions we had got to weave. The year that actually taught us to live.

     But now its the time to bid a bye to the past year. After every Christmas Santa gifts us a new year. And this time he gifted us with 2014. Let us live this year with all our might. Let us take up some goals and oath to complete them. Let us make the best use of the new juncture given to us. Let us be united with our countrymen. Let us spread universal brotherhood. Let us be an Earthian. Let us become the best we are. Let us fight all discriminations of caste, creed, religion and gender. Let us vow to stay united. Let us work hard to win over our minus points and make them our plus points. Let us give up slothfulness and work hard to achieve our goals. Let us vow to gain development. Let us finish up all our incomplete goals. Let us work hard and succeed in the new juncture given to us. Let us do good to everyone and be good to everyone. Let us contemplate creatively and work using our minds. Let us become free of all the social evils. Let us drudge to become the living angels of 2014. Let us make the world a heaven to live. Let 2014 become the best of all the past years. And first of all let us welcome the new chance gifted to us by Santa and try to improve ourselves. Let us welcome 2014. Let us wish everyone a HAPPY NEW YEAR. 

      Let us take up all the good morale values. Let us spread them round the world and make 2014 a year worth living. Every year comes with exigencies. But let us now impediment and continue to druge and we shall gain eminence.                        

HAPPY NEW YEAR

Why is the child dull??

Well it has been a massive question from the side of the every second parent of this generation- "Why is my child dull?" There are thousands of mere answers for such a question. But there's nothing satisfying. The reason lies just right in everyone's nature and being.

Rather if we start up from the root of the answer, then there's something called slothfulness. Whenever this word slothfulness' strikes our ear drum or is signalled by our retina, there's a scenario of laziness created on the canvas of our cogitations. Well the word truly synonymifies laziness, but the wrong impression that we have on our mindset about laziness is that we feel that it is the quality of being unwilling to do something that costs energy and in simple words it is just having a feeling of not moving any body part and being in a rest position. So in short we feel that it is an unwillingness to do physical work. Well, if we add up some extra cheese to the assumed definition of laziness, then it clearly points out that not only are we humans slaves of physical indolence, but mentally too we experience slothfulness at times.

So laziness is among the virtues that everyone bears. Though a negative virtue. But even after knowing that laziness is one of the virtues that has no pros, we still tend to bear the cons of the feeling. So, this holds correctly in case of students. Well, a child is never ever a dull one. But its laziness that retards him from studying and the consequences include the scoring of less marks, millions of complains from the teachers and all crap.

So as we all know, that God has gifted us with alike brains, its upto us, how we use ours. If we are given a mass of clay in our palms, and asked to make whatever we can, then no two people are going to make the same things. Some will just roll it over and make a ball. Some might make long snakes, yet others might make a small beaded garland out of it. So what is made out of the same kind of clay depends on how the person folds it. The same amount of clay was given to each one, yet none of them made the same things. Similarly, all our brains have the same capacities, all of us are given the same kind of brains, but its our wish how we fold it and use it.

There's something called hard work, that leads to success. But there are two kind of urges in every human. 1. Sit and always be in in an illusion of being in rest.  2. Work the hardest to achieve rest of soul, i.e., success. Though each one have the 2nd urge, but it depends upon the concentration. If 1st is in concentration 2nd will lose its hold and if 2nd is in concentration then 1st would be there but definitely 2nd will dominate the human.

So the dull ones, as some people call, aren't dull but they have a concentration of the 1st urge. But the day they will realize that they are in an illusion of being at rest, and that the true meaning of being in rest is not laying down doing nothing but is being in the rest of soul, they will wash off the 1st urge out and develop the positive virtue of hard work. So on that day, both the mental and physical indolence would be eliminated. And the dull and the weak ones, would emerge out of the shell of illusion and step into the realistic world of truth and rest of soul. And that will be the day when the world would thank for the person's presence and the Earth would boast of for beholding the person's life during the conversation with the other planets.

So, let us all totally eliminate the words and feelings of laziness, sloth, indolence, sluggishness,etc. So that we can peep into the best dimension and score best, play best and be the best.......