a page from 18th July 2009...

Today work was too hectic. Dint even get time to breath properly. Walking here and there with papers. Where ever i looked, all i could find was bundles of papers piled up in files. so many on table too. Poor papyrus tree i wondered. I was going crazy totally. Thinking about the weekend made me relax. It was very dusty climate that evening. In the car all the way home from office , atmosphere looked transparent with all cars, buildings n even people covered with dust. In the car even though windows closed,I could smell the dust as if my face was pressed against it.

Mom was not there at home. Actually she was in hospital as my aunt delivered a baby girl.After filling my stomach i got ready n headed to hospital. Fog was still there. Entering the hospital, the first thing that caught my eye was that shop. There was beautiful bouquet of fresh flowers kept side by side. It looked so beautiful n lovely. I love flowers.They looked so colorful and attractive.It does bring some sort of positive feeling in us, a bliss. They looked so fresh and happy, though they are gonna die after a while. They spread happiness and die??...Sacrifice ?? Hmmmm....strange ..

In the room, there lies the little new member of this earth, her tiny hands closed tightly telling that I own this whole world. She was fully covered in clothes except her arms and face. Her face looked so red like cherries and so cute, breathing so softly,sleeping calm and quiet. I held her tiny arms in mine, so delicate and believe me its first time in my life am holding an hours old baby. I don't know it gave me some sort of tingling inside me. I was feeling so enraptured and so happy. I walked to n fro with her in my hands. I looked at her face. She never opened her eyes. But i kept staring at her. I couldn't take my eyes of her. God is such a beautiful creator, Such a little adorable thing in my hand it meant world to me. At last staring at her I managed to see her one eye opened. I told her mom tht she got a beautiful eye, like crystals. The second time she opened her eyes, may be she got scared, .. hehe...she started crying. wwooow beautiful !!.. Well, I handed her over the lady there.

These kids they looked so attractive. There were two other kids, sister and brother of this new one. Brother never kept his mouth shut. He always had something to converse and I loved every moment of mine with him. He is so intelligent and so innocent. He had lots n lots of stories. He loved to explain... you ask him about something he will tell you everything like an essay.His voice is so cute, so clear. One never knows how time passes with kids. They are so innocent ..so lovely :) Kissing the baby we left there . I loved this part of hospital ,whichever room you peep in, there was bouquet of flowers and chocolates . We reached home by 10.30pm. Five beautiful hours of the day :), believe me, I dint even know how time passed staying there.

A Butterfly I Met...

Once i met a butterfly,
one with a rare beauty,
flapping its wings...
dancing around my head.

Coloring the light of the day,
adding beauty to the earth,
spreading happiness...
smiling always, and asking to smile back.

Attracted to its eternal bliss,
fascinated by its colorful essence,
pursued its path blindly...
because it made me feel ease.

Just met by fate,
became the best mate,
each day new stories...
and the time was melting.

Met many times of the day,
enraptured by its presence,
I breathed, time to stay still...
beauty always fluttered hurriedly.

Wishing to see the world around,
loving to fly with it,
in the gardens of flowers...
but lacked the wings of freedom.

Vanishes just like that,
without a word, but comes back,
collecting honey from flowers...
gifting me all the sweetness.

What makes it special to me,
is its adorable heart,
and smiling innocent face...
humming around always.

My time made us friends,
feeling so grateful for the time,
simply because it makes me happy...
never-minding its unpredictable nature.

As time passed, just like that,
it disappeared one day,
moments like we spent, never came...
another story to my memoirs.

Moving with the flow of life,
deep inside me, always,
cherished those moments together...
realizing how special and valuable it was.

Some friends are like these butterflies. You spent beautiful moments with them, but they leaves one day coz they have to, in twist n turns of their life. We add those moments to our memoirs, and cherishes its sweetness in some part of our journey towards life. We still call them friends, coz they are still there as symbol of true friendship, cherishing the same memory.

~Nazeeha~

Love Yourself

1. Recognize the truth for what it really is.

Be open enough to accept that other people may be right. Examine your own beliefs in the light prejudice that might have been installed by your upbringing.

2. Learn by your mistakes.

There cannot be failures, there are only learning experiences.Feel blessed when things dont go right for you.You are being taught a valuable lesson.

3. Be grateful for the experience.

Everything happens for good. Be grateful with what you have.Everything you have done up to now has been leading you to this moment. Its upto you if you want to learn the lesson or go around the cycle again!

4. Study the lives of achievers.

There are so many people who have woken up to the reality of their own existence and serve as a beacon of light to all who follow after. Study their lives...for it can act as a shortcut to your own awakening!

5. Dont compare yourself with anyone else.

You are a unique creation. There is and will forever be only one person like you! Therefore, although you can learn from others, it is important that you realize that you are special. Don't waste the gift given to you by following everyone else.

6. Know that GOD is on your side.

The truth is that your attitude or belief acts a bit like a huge computer in the way that if you program negative things, negative things come out. However, if you put positive things in, you get positive things back. To GOD you ask and you shall receive, seek and you shall find, knock and the door will be opened unto you. Start asking the right question and you will get the correct answer!

Joy Of Photography - Another Try !!

Kissing the Sun

Juz tried to focuz on tht drop.. but ..

took from a movin car..It was more beautiful than this ....

Kuttiadi Dam

Can't Believe its my place!!

ThiS WaiTiNg...

Many times i went wrong,

this is it, no more tension!!
this waiting...
it taught me Life,
learning how to live.

Sometimes lucid sometimes poignant,
but i just make my day!!
this waiting...
it made me think,
swirling with this and that.

My belief makes me strong,
envisaging things around!!
this waiting...
taught me this cryptic life,
meeting its ultimate destiny.

Venturing i pass each day,
with the wings of hope!!
this waiting...
taught me patience,
analyzing life in deep.

My Prayer is my strength,
it makes my day with peace!!
this waiting...
brought me nigher to GOD,
soothing my soul with faith.

Cherishing the memories of freindship,
makes me feel rich!!
this waiting...
gave me beautiful freinds,
erasing solitude from my life,invigorating me.

I don't know since when am waiting,
but this waiting, its special!!
I don't know how long i will wait,
but this waiting,its resolute!!
I dont know what fate has for me
but this waiting,its serene!!

God is not unfair,
He is the righteous teacher!!
this waiting...
it has it own sweetness,
sewing life with wisdom.

-Nazeeha-

ITHACA

Life is about some commitment. A commitment that is ought to be finished in a short span of time.Success of that commitment is the success of our soul.Life may turn to you as a fragrance of flower or it might be worst than a gutter. But Everthing is just a matter of time.Nothing last forever. Success always comes after a failure. Its all about how you handle it and face everything with a faith...how you cherish each and evrything that comes on your way. Each ones life is swun by the circumstances they live through and what they learn from it. Majority of the peoples life is based on influences they get from the atmosphere they were brought up. Some follow their dreams. Some may have strong belief,not even an earthquake can shake them. Its all about a beautiful journey to ithaca (one set by self).

This is a nice poem by a Greek poet. i juz loved reading it :)

when you set out on your journey to ithaca,
pray that the road is long,
full of adventure,full of knowledge.
The Lestrygonians and the cyclops,
the angry poseidon-do not fear them:
You will never find such as these on your path
if your thoughts remain lofty, if a fine
emotion touches your spirit and your body.
The Lestrygonians and the cyclops,
the fierce Poseidon you will never encounter,
If you do not carry them within your soul,Justify Full
If your heart does not set them up before you.

Pray that the road is long.
That the summer mornings are many,when,
with such pleasure,with such joy
you will enter ports seen for the first time;
stop at phoenician markets,
and purchase fine merchandise,
mother-of-pearl and coral,amber and ebony,
and sensual perumes of all kinds,
as many sensual perfumes as you can;
visit many Egyptian cities,
to learn and learn from scholars.

Always keep Ithaca in your mind.
To arrive there is your ultimate goal.
But do not hurry the voyage at all.
It is better to let it last for many years;
and to anchor at the island when you are old,
rich with all you have gained on the way,
not expecting that ithaca will offer you riches.

Ithaca has given you the beautiful voyage.
Without her you would never have set out on the road.
She has nothing more to give you.
And if you find her poor.Ithaca has not deceived you.
Wise as you have become,with so much experience,
you must already have understood whats Ithacas mean.

Constantine Cavafy(1863-1933)
( translated)

Joy of Photography-Juz gave it a TrY :)

These pics are taken using an N73 cam :)

The Alchemist- Fable About Following Your Dreamz (By Paulo Coelho)

The universal point this story makes is that everyone has a special destiny, and yet not everyone resolves to attain it because it takes hard work. Reaching one's destiny requires leaving behind familiar surroundings. It also demands persistence, the ability to change when appropriate and the willingness to respond to omens that point the way.

Some Inspiring Part Of the book.

• None of what the old man was saying made much sense to the boy. But he wanted to know what the "mysterious force". "It's a force that appears to be negative, but actually shows you how to realize your destiny. It prepares your spirit and your will, because there is one great truth on this planet: whoever you are, or whatever it is that you do, when you really want something, it's because that desire originated in the soul of the universe. It's your mission on earth."

• "The secret of happiness is to see all the marvels of the world,and never to forget the drops of oil on the spoon, that is there in your hand "

• The boy reached the desert. He was hunting Alchemist for the English Man.The boy approached her to ask about the alchemist. At that moment, it seemed to him that time stood still, and the Soul of the World surged within him. When he looked into her dark eyes, and saw that her lips were poised between a laugh and silence, he learned the most important part of the language that all the world spoke—the language that everyone on earth was capable of understanding in their heart. It was love.Something older than humanity, more ancient than the desert. Something that exerted the same force whenever two pairs of eyes met, as had theirs here at the well. She smiled, and that was certainly an omen—the omen he had been awaiting, without even knowing he was, for all his life. The omen he had sought to find with his sheep and in his books, in the crystals and in the silence of the desert. It was the pure Language of the World. It required no explanation, just as the universe needs none as it travels through endless time. What the boy felt at that moment was that he was in the presence of the only woman in his life, and that, with no need for words, she recognized the same thing.He was more certain of it than of anything in the world. He had been told by his parents and grandparents that he must fall in love and really know a person before becoming committed. But maybe people who felt that way had never learned the universal language. Because, when you know that language, it's easy to understand that someone in the world awaits you, whether it's in the middle of the desert or in some great city. And when two such people encounter each other, and their eyes meet, the past and the future become unimportant. There is only that moment, and the incredible certainty that everything under the sun has been written by one hand only. It is the hand that evokes love, and creates a twin soul for every person in the world. Without such love, one's dreams would have no meaning.Maktub, thought the boy.

• "I make my living forecasting the future for people," he said. "I know the science of the twigs, and I know how to use them to penetrate to the place where all is written. There, I can read the past, discover what has already been forgotten, and understand the omens that are here in the present."When people consult me, it's not that I'm reading the future; I am guessing at the future. The future belongs to God, and it is only he who reveals it, under extraordinary circumstances. How do I guess at the future? Based on the omens of the present. The secret is here in the present. If you pay attention to the present, you can improve upon it. And, if you improve on the present, what comes later will also be better. Forget about the future, and live each day according to the teachings, confident that God loves hiscreations. Each day, in itself, brings with it an eternity."

• "The wise men understood that this natural world is only an image and a copy of paradise. The existence of this world is simply a guarantee that there exists a world that is perfect. God created the world so that, through its visible objects, men could understand his spiritual teachings and the marvels of his wisdom. That's what is meant by action.

• The boy tried to listen to his heart. It was not easy to do; in earlier times, his heart had always been ready to tell its story, but lately that wasn't true. There had been times when his heart spent hours telling of its sadness, and at other times it became so emotional over the desert sunrise that the boy had to hide his tears. His heart beat fastest when it spoke to the boy of treasure, and more slowly when the boy stared entranced at the endless horizons of the desert. But his heart was never quiet, even when the boy and the alchemist had fallen into silence.The boy's heart began to speak of fear. It told him stories it had heard from the Soul of the World, stories of men who sought to find their treasure and never succeeded. Sometimes it frightened the boy with the idea that he might not find his treasure, or that he might die there in the desert. At other times, it told the boy that it was satisfied: it had found love and riches."My heart is a traitor," the boy said to the alchemist, when they had paused to rest the horses. "It doesn't want me to go on.""That makes sense," the alchemist answered. "Naturally it's afraid that, in pursuing your dream, you might lose everything you've won.""Well, then, why should I listen to my heart?""Because you will never again be able to keep it quiet. Even if you pretend not to have heard what it tells you, it will always be there inside you, repeating to you what you're thinking about life and about the world.""You mean I should listen, even if it's treasonous?""Treason is a blow that comes unexpectedly. If you know your heart well, it will never be able to do that to you. Because you'll know its dreams and wishes, and will know how to deal with them."You will never be able to escape from your heart. So it's better to listen to what it has to say. That way, you'll never have to fear an unanticipated blow."

• "The boy continued to listen to his heart as they crossed the desert. He came to understand its dodges and tricks, and to accept it as it was. He lost his fear, and forgot about his need to go back to the oasis, because, one afternoon, his heart told him that it was happy. "Even though I complain sometimes," it said, "it's because I'm the heart of a person, and people's hearts are that way. People are afraid to pursue their most important dreams, because they feel that they don't deserve them, or that they'll be unable to achieve them. We, their hearts, become fearful just thinking of loved ones who go away forever, or of moments that could have been good but weren't, or of treasures that might have been found but were foreverhidden in the sands. Because, when these things happen, we suffer terribly."

• "My heart is afraid that it will have to suffer," the boy told the alchemist one night as they looked up at the moonless sky."Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself.And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second's encounter with God and with eternity."

• Every second of the search is an encounter with God," the boy told his heart. "When I have been truly searching for my treasure, every day has been luminous, because I've known that every hour was a part of the dream that I would find it. When I have been truly searching for my treasure, I've discovered things along the way that I never would have seen had I not had the courage to try things that seemed impossible for a shepherd toachieve."
  

Last Night In The Hostel....

It was one of the most memorable night of the hostel and it was very much fun filled night.The night, our crooked naughty minds started daring. We really dint want to leave the college without giving a proper injections to the warden who ruled us. They were treating us more like a school kids by their stupid rules.They even abandoned us of our hostel day which was our dream day. The day on which girls they dance freely out of limits.The day that was suppose to be the most memorable one.

So the last night!!...first let me tell about the round table conference of creating the terror.Ahem we some of us...very brave girls of KBLH discussed the various ways by which we can create a terror among our teachers. one among us told like we'll put a itching powder in their clothes ,that was put outside for drying. But who will put it? Noone dared to buy or touch that powder for the sake of their on safety.So that got dropped. One told like we'll pour water through the hole underneath the door. But what if matron or watchman gets up and find us in front of warden room ourselves trembling with bucket of water.Again that idea also got dropped. But we did hav fun discussing various ways by which we can create a fuss for them.Several times we enjoyed discussing these things. Wow, ideas were great. But the thing is that no one dared to do it.I still cherish the moment we were planning out various ways. we couldnt stop ourselves laughing.

So about the night.It will be an irresistible feeling,graduating without giving them a proper and wonderful memory of S8 girls of KBLH. So finally we had our plan ready. Our final mission into being!!!.Before all, Our sincere thanks to Kannan IPS of our class. Without him this mission would have been really impossible. Next I would like to thank naughty mickey and one n only miss.gopi manjuri for arranging the element of terror for that night.So the process of our mission goes like this---> we made ourselves clear that who all will make this mission. Finally me,then two others finally undertook everything.One among two was a gunda of our hostel,in fact dadha,who did every work bravely.Even boys of our college feared this lady.Other one was a kitty,in fact a wild kitten.Anyways three of us tried to move to my room.Coz that room seemed to be perfect for our mission. We were sweeping ourselves like soldiers in wars, on the floor just to avoid others(some nerdies were still studying on the corridor) watching us.So finally we three reached my room. I could here someone snoring in ma room.I took the element of terror from mickey,it was nothing but a chain of crackers. There was another thing too.Its called 'gund',seems that it made sound same like a bomb. First time in my life, a chain of crackers in my hand. I did never lit a cracker in my life. As experience is such an important thing in this mission, dadha told she will do it. I and kitty followed her. so kitty lit the cracker,dadha threw it down. we all jumped back to our room over to the bed. we were 7 on three cot bed.we could hear the chain of crackers flying making more or less sound. after 6 or 7 tap tap it landed in the grass.May be the grass was wet no more sound came. Acting like others we also did get out to see what happened. But we were so disappointed to see no one got up except some juniors.

we disappointed, came back to the room. we thought we dint have to use 'gund'.But what to do fate want us to blast that also. Making sure that every one back to their room ,we got ourselves ready for the rest of the process. I plugged my fingers into my ears. But when they lit the fire on gund i did take it out ,just to feel the terror that it makes. "boooooooooooooooom ...." we closed the door,ran ourselves to the bed and didnt dare to open the door. we could here sounds outside the corridor. It was perfect. Everyone got up. Except the warden. simply coz we had locked her door from outside. we were so happy that our mission came successful. yahoooo..... we seven slept till the sunlight knocked our window. we still have the sound that 'gund' made,in our mobile.

Just coz of this they kicked all S8 students out of the hostel the very next day.Actually we were suppose to vacate after two days. Just coz of this some of our friends had to undergo some difficulty,that they couldn't stay in hostel for their exams. we are so sorry.!!..........

WOMEN

Am talkn about real womens ,not the one carrying devil in their heartz......
This is juz little about them.....

Someone whose heart is only filled with love n only love.
Someone who love to love.
Someone who love being loved.
Someone who ready to loose anything for love.

What she is most attracted to is love.
What she care for is happiness of her loved ones.
What she has is, innocent eyes.
What she does is face everything with a smile.

She never complaints.
She makes atmosphere go smooth.
She adjust to the core to make life beautiful.
She bears all pain for her loved ones.

She wishes for the success of her loved ones.
She wishes for love.
She wishes for recognition.
She wishes for cosideration.

She easily forgives.
She easily forgets.
She easily fell for love.
She easily sacrifices.

Her life is her loved ones.
Her devotion is her husband.
Her happiness is her kids.
Her joy is her family.

She hates ignorance.
She hates dishonesty.
She hates mistrust.
She hates cheating.

She is understanding.
She is trust worthy.
She is honest.
She is the root of happiness.

She is someone who bears all the pains for happiness of her family.
She is always grateful to God.
She is the best blessing from the God.
She is the most beautiful creation of the God.

Am not so good in writing. Juz scribbled like that.. what ever came to my thoughts.