His doing..all of it

Electric current in a semiconductor is because of unfilled spaces for electrons; current in metals is owing to electrons that are free to move. Salute you God, what subtle way to put across your intervention in everything that happens. You create those spaces, those requirements, that keep the current of life's river moving, taking people places in its stride.

Leave his finger and walk straight ahead

At times to forgive we first need to feel that the person has done something which calls for forgiveness on my part, but before that there is a state of glorified pain, when we are not ready to let go of the memories, not realizing what we are feeling is immense pain to which we are addicted coz we are somewhere addicted to the person who caused it. We first need to tell our self that we cannot let ourselves love the person who caused the pain. It has no logical justification, the word logical is superfluous here. We must train our mind to identify that person as Not Good for us, antigen for immune system of heart and happiness. Then start identifying him as the inflictor of pain then think of forgiveness. Else we will remain addicted to the drugs of painful memories unduly glorified.

Nothing is a crime

If everything is justified from some or the other point of view, if it is always a fight between right and right, then nothing is a crime in this world.
Murderers, Thieves, Rapists, Cheat's also have justifications for their acts in their own eyes.
We only need to increase our tolerance!! (read Hypocrisy) levels to various degrees to accommodate all of them; and a little more if we also want to join in their celebrations.

So hard to see the colors black and white these days. Everyone seems to get comfortable behind grey covers.

So hard to see vertebrates with spines, molluscs galore, falling on each other, unable to keep their heads high on their own. Without own voice, without own brains. Parasites feeding on parasites.

Yes it is

The black silhouette of a bird merges with the black mountains.
What transpires thither I know not. Whether the bird plunged to its death or to mountain's embrace, the story I know not.
All that I know is the pink and orange glowing Sun comes out every morning in all its glory from the point where the black bird got killed or was united with its purpose.
When the luminence comes it wipes out of existence the story of Yesterday's dull evening.
And again life is beautiful.

Beautiful write ups from people pull words out of hearts long forgotten corridors, lighting them and making them accessible again


This time it was a post by Ramesh sir

http://rameshsood.blogspot.in/2016/01/life-is-beautiful.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed:+ALittleMoreThanOrdinary+(A+Little+More+Than+Ordinary..)&m=1

Khaanabadosh

Khaanabadosh hum fir aa pahunche hain doston
Ek nayi khoobsoorat zameen par
Saath me sapnon in razai hai, ummeedon ki lau
Khud pe yakeen ki laathi hai
Purane kuchh doston ke diye rishton ke beej sambhal rakhein hain
Fir is mousam ki zindagi boni hai
Jab tak logon ke dil yahan bhi banjar na ho jayein
Tab tak kuchh shaamein kaatni hain

Khaanabadosh hum fir aa pahunche hain

Way to life

On the treadmill as a beginner when I increase the speed, I panted at every degree of increase 3, 4, 5, 6 KMPH. Then I walked at a speed of 6KMPH for 5min. Thereafter when I decreased the speed, I felt relaxed even at speeds that had made me pant earlier.
I couldn't help thinking, can't we apply this to dear old life, when we choose to increase the level of efforts, a little less trouble will seem like a break.
And that's the best possible, coz life will never be without times that need effort.
One has to find a way to find breaks within that maze of times hard and a little less hard.