Paper, Pen, and Dreams

The enigmatic language

2010-01-27T00:43:00.001+05:30

I want to share a story, a true story, with you that I saw on television. I'm manipulating the story because I don't remember it completely.

This story is of a sailor who planned to sail across a sea. He carried with himself supplies of food and fresh water to survive in his journey. It took him more time in water than he had expected. A day came when there was no more food and fresh water left. From that day onward, he survived by eating fish and drinking fresh water that he got from rain. One day this sailor felt a strong urge of eating something he never tasted before. He desperately wanted to eat fish's eye. He did not knew why this was happening to him until days later when he told his story to his doctor friend. He came to know that his body was lacking certain nutrients about which his body was well aware. He can get that those nutrients from the fish's eye only because he had no other options. So his body gave him the signal in the form burning urge.

It was the sailor's will to survive that made all this happen.

With rain came someone special

2010-01-16T17:59:00.003+05:30

This story is about a little boy Steve. Steve was introvert by nature. He did not had any close friend. He never tried to make one. Although there were many children in the building, where he was living, then also he never had a talk with them. It was not that he did not wanted to make friends. He do wanted to have friends with whom he can share and enjoy life. Every evening from the window of the kitchen, he see children playing and laughing. One day Steve asked his mother, “Mummy, Why can’t I laugh and enjoy like them?” His mother replied, “ Why are you saying like this Stevie? You can also enjoy like them. You are no different. Go talk to them and have friendship with them.” Steve got his answer. He decided to make new friends. But he thought he can’t make friends. It seemed impossible for him. One day he went outside in the evening and asked the boys playing in front of his building, “I’m Steve. Can I play with you?” A boy from the group came to Steve and said, “You want to play with us. You look so idiot. You are fat. I guess indoor games are meant for people like you. We don’t need you and no one else over here would like you to play with him. Better go home and play with your mom you bunny!” That made a profound impact in the mind of little Steve. Steve did not told his mother about the incident. No one came to wipe his tears and tell him that things will get alright.

One day Steve was watching a movie in the living room to pass his free time. That movie was about a boy like Steve and a dog. The bond between a boy and a dog impressed Steve very much. Now, Steve wanted to have a dog because he knew dog won’t insult him and will be his friend forever. After watching movie Steve went to kitchen and told his mother, “Mummy, I want to buy a dog. Come let’s go to the market.” His mother replied, “Steve I can’t buy a dog for you now. But I can promise you that I will buy you a dog someday.”

Steve was very happy because of the fact that he soon will have a friend after all. He wanted dog so badly that he made pillow his imaginary dog. He played with pillow all the time. He was obsessed with thoughts of the dog. He was sure that he will get the dog because his mother promised him. Steve did not knew when that someday will come. So after waking up he prepared himself everday thinking that today might be a big day.

One morning it was raining heavily. Steve love rain very much. After having breakfast Steve decided to go outside. As he opened the door he got surprised after seeing what was in front of him. In the park of his building was sitting a small dog with glowing eyes and making expressions as if waiting to be accepted. Steve bought that dog inside. Steve’s dream came true. He got his friend. He said “Thank you!” to his mother. Mother came from the kitchen and asked “For what Stevie? From where have you got this dog?” Steve replied, “You bought this dog for me. Ain’t you?” Mother said, “No dear, I did not bought this dog.”

From where that dog came? How this happened? Why this happened? Steve did not knew answers to these questions; but after all this he came to know that someone was always there who was listening to him.

In the best-selling novel 'The Alchemist' by Paulo Coehlo, it has been stated that "When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it."

Back with a new look, hope you like it

2010-01-16T17:46:00.003+05:30

From past few days, I was working on the design of my blog. I was searching for such a design which suites the name and aim of the blog. I tried so many designs from starry backgrounds to paintings as header. I felt they were very complex and you may not like it. I visited many other blogs in my search for a new design. Every blog I saw was a masterpiece in itself. There are lot of people who have creativity instilled in them. I felt that my blog should represent me, my flavour. I like writing my thoughts and posts on a piece of paper in a calm environment. Then I decided to keep the blog simple which will give you a feel of calm environment in which you can grasp as much as possible. Next step was to make it appear so that whoever visits the blog should get the idea from the looks that it's a blog on one's writings, my writings. I searched on google for textures. The textures you see on the blog are old paper textures which I got from Anliah(Halina Miranda) on deviantArt.

I thank Anliah for those wonderful textures. Without her old paper textures this blog might not be as beautiful as it looks now.

Weight gain was not his problem

2009-12-20T01:31:00.018+05:30

This story is about a boy who was obsessed with his weight gain. He started hating himself. He did not liked the way he looks. He used to go to his fitness center to lose weight. But nothing was happening. He was not able to lose those extra pounds. Because of all this, everything in his life was getting weird. He was not able to concentrate on his studies. He became a frustrated boy. Whenever he saw the girl he loved and for whom he was losing weight, he hated himself even more.

One day in the park after jogging, he sat on a bench with an old man. That old man sensed from the face of boy that something was wrong. Old man asked him, “What happen? Are you alright?”. The frustrated boy said, “Nothing is alright. My life is so weird.” Then old man said, “Tell me what happen.”. The boy told him his story and how avalanche of problems ruined his life. Then that sensible old man said, “Your problem is not weight gain. The problem is you don’t believe that you will lose weight. You need to keep the faith. Tell yourself, you can lose weight like everyone else. You don’t have faith in yourself that’s why you started hating yourself. Have as much faith as you have when after paying the bill you know you will get the products you bought.”

The boy understood his problem. But he didn’t knew how to keep the faith. He started believing that he will lose his weight. But negative thoughts again rule his mind. He went to that sensible old man again and asked him that he don’t know how to keep the faith when he can’t see anything positive. Old man replied, “It’s easy. When you wake up in the morning tell yourself that you love the way you look. Appreciate every pound of your weight. Keep telling yourself whenever you are idle that you are losing weight. Go and shop for the clothes you want to see yourself in after losing weight. Whenever a negative thought comes to your mind, close your eyes and imagine yourself as you have already lost your desired weight. Imagine the happiness on your face. Imagine everyone is praising about your effort. Write again and again on your notebook that you are losing your weight. All these things will make you feel that your weight loss is obvious. And you will develop the faith that will work wonders for you.”

The boy did whatever he was told to do. He wrote reminders which kept telling him that he can lose weight and that he is loves himself. He wrote in the notebook again and again that he is in perfect shape. He bought the clothes, he wanted to see himself in. He created his future before time. He created in himself a believe that his weight loss is definite. Due to all this he developed a positive mentality and never ending faith. By intuition he got new ideas that he consumed to speed up his improvements. At first it took time for him to achieve that kind of faith. But he achieved it. The boy anxious to see results started seeing them. He was losing weight. And that day came when he looked the way he wanted to look.

Keep the Faith

2009-12-13T13:56:00.015+05:30

I believe faith is the most powerful word. Faith is believing in things no matter what your common sense says to you. Faith can surpass all your pain and give you the pleasure that you want. Faith can make impossible things possible. You got to keep the faith. Faith can create miracles, never heard never happened. There are many stories attached to the faith. I will publish one such story in my next post.

Visualize and Win

2009-12-05T14:47:00.012+05:30

Visualization is an amazing process which will let you achieve what you want to. While visualizing, you have to imagine and bring pictures of what you want. It’s a very effective and easy to learn technique. Suppose, you have a race tomorrow. What you have to do is to imagine yourself on the race track and winning the race. Visualize your happiness after winning. Feel exactly how would you feel when you win the race. Feel everything good that will happen tomorrow. See yourself partying after winning the race.

If you think that you cant visualize then you are wrong cause everyone can visualize. It’s very simple. I will show you how you can visualize. See yourself entering your house. Now that you have entered. See everything that’s there in your house. See the furniture. Appreciate your house. See the arrangement of things. See the rooms. Now go to your room. After that sit on your bed and relax. That’s it. You have just visualized.

Now you know that you can visualize too and its very easy.

Impossible is Nothing, Kakà

2009-11-27T13:39:00.014+05:30

Impossible is Nothing, David Beckham

2009-11-07T22:36:00.012+05:30

Do you want to be intelligent?

2009-10-18T23:19:00.008+05:30

once a man was selling a certain medicine-it was nothing, just sugar pills, “homeopathic” pills-and he was saying, “whosoever takes these becomes intelligent”. and somebody purchased some, and the next day the customer went to that man and said, “you decieved me. those were only sugar pills”.

and the man replied, “look-you have already become wise. yesterday you could not see that they are just sugar pills. now, you see? it has worked”.

you were foolish if you got caught by a false teacher. don't be angry at the false teacher, just see your foolishness. he has not done anything wrong to you. you were foolish enough, that's why you were caught. and if you have become aware that he is false, at least for this much you must be grateful to him. see? it has worked-you are wiser

Everything's gonna be alright, song for Shefali

2009-10-07T22:17:00.022+05:30

I think this song is very motivating and inspiring. Everytime I listen to this song, I feel great. The lyrics are mind blowing. This song is from a hindi movie jumbo.

This song is for someone special. I'm dedicating this song to my friend Shefali. And I believe that this song will give her the same inspiration that it has given to me. And I want her to keep the faith cause she needs to.

Dussehra

2009-09-28T23:09:00.015+05:30

In this picture, I tried depicting the victory of good over evil

Dussehra is popular festival in India. It is believed that on this day lord rama killed demon ravana. This festival signifies the victory of good over evil.

The picture above does not depict how exactly dussehra is celebrated. It just gives the idea of this festival.

How dussehra is celebrated?

Actors dressed as rama, his wife sita and brother lakshmana enact the final moments of the battle, at the ramlila ground. After the enactment of the climax of the war with ravana, the character playing rama shoots an arrow with a flaming tip at the effigies from a safe distance and the crowd bursts up in cheer, as the crackers catch fire. The enthusiasm and the cheers sometimes even drown the deafening blast. Merriment ensues, as people indulge themselves in games, dance and music that are held at the fair.

Every setback is an opportunity for growth

2009-09-27T22:49:00.013+05:30

You just have to realise this..simple!

The Versus Factor

2009-09-07T19:22:00.011+05:30

Sometimes, I get confused between two things. Problem takes its place when I have to choose between two contradictory things. I make important decision on the basis of various factors, that only I know, and figure out the one which is more important than the other. For this to happen I bring the versus factor into play.

Lets see how does this work?

Suppose, you have to do some work at home and have to attend friend's birthday party. But the problem is you can't be at both the places. You will either work or go to party. But both are important to you. What will you do then?

The answer is you will ask yourself questions to find out the important one.

like,

What is the end result of completing your work and attending friend’s birthday party?

Which will make positive impression on you?

Is your work urgent or friend’s party?

Friend or Boss?

Such questioning will make you clear about your problem and answer will come. there is always one thing more important than other.

'I Have a Dream', speech by Martin Luther King, Jr.

2009-09-05T14:42:00.025+05:30

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the "unalienable Rights" of "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds."

But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.

We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.

The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.

We cannot walk alone.

And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.

We cannot turn back.

There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating: "For Whites Only." We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until "justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream."

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.

Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.

And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."

This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.

With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning:

My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.

Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride,

From every mountainside, let freedom ring!

And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.

And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.

Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.

Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.

Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.

But not only that:

Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.

From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:

Free at last! Free at last!

Thank God Almighty, we are free at last

Their story my lesson

2009-09-02T21:36:00.009+05:30

One day in bus I saw a guy standing because there was no seat left for him. His girlfriend was sitting. They use to sit with each other and chat throughout the journey. But on that day, chatting was difficult but they did chat. How?

Here is the answer, girl was having mobile phone but the boy was not having. So sms-ing was not possible. but then also they used mobile phone as the medium. Girl wrote message on the mobile and then gave mobile to the boy. Then boy replied and gave mobile to girl. That’s how they chat with each other for about an hour. At first, it seemed funny. But later I learned something from this. They(boy and girl) did not cared about the public. They were concerned with themselves only. They wanted to chat and they did. There was flow of love. In the end that is what matters.

Many would think that was not great achievement. But the lesson learned from this is great. It is upto to us to choose our response. Many would have neglected the idea of chatting under those circumstances. But that couple chose their response that they will chat and they found their way, actually they made their way. It is upto us to be the victim of the situation or not.

Someday by Flipsyde

2009-08-28T19:48:00.006+05:30

someday we gonna rise up on that wind you know

someday we gonna dance with those lions

someday we gonna break free from these chains and keep on flyin'

they tellin' me it's all good just wait

you know you're gonna be there someday

sippin' on jim beam ok

gotta get these things one day

till then do another line you know

searching for that other high

stop or i gotta steal then steal

kill or i'm gonna be killed

i got a sack in my pocket

conscious yellin' drop it

you know we're gonna lose it someday

and we tryin' to hold it all together but the devil is too clever so

i'm gonna die you gonna die we gonna die someday one day i said

someday we gonna rise up on the wind you know

someday we gonna dance with those lions

someday we gonna break free from these chains and keep on flyin'

try to lie but it ain't me ain't me

try to look but i can't see

can't stop right now cause i'm too far and i can't keep goin' cause it's too hard

in the day in the night it's the same thing

on the field on the block it's the same game

on the real if you stop then it's no pain but if you can't feel pain then it's no gain

rearrange and you change and it's all bad and you try to maintain but you fall back

and you crawl and you slip and you slide down

wanna make it to the top better start now

so i hold my soul and i die hard

all alone in the night in the graveyard

someday one day i'm gonna be free and they won't try to kill me for being me

hey someday

someday we gonna rise up on that wind you know

someday we gonna dance with those lions

someday we gonna break free from these chains and keep on flyin'

if you know how this is

gonna see it's not that easy

don't stop get it till it's done

from where you are or have begun

i said keep on try a little harder to see everything you need to be

believe in your dreams

that you see when you're asleep

someday we gonna rise up on that wind you know

someday we gonna dance with those lions

someday we gonna break free from these chains and keep on flyin'

My Way

2009-08-26T21:18:00.011+05:30

In life, I believe that it is very important to look out for the right path. Sometimes, what happen is we are too busy in going through our path, our way, that we don’t even realize that its taking us nowhere. Making continuous progress is vital ingredient in life. But making progress, no matter how fast it may be, through the wrong way will take us to the end where we were not supposed to reach. So progress is important but before that we must decide which way we have to go because, even if we progress slowly through the right way we are assured that we will reach our destination.

Logotherapy

2009-08-26T21:16:00.009+05:30

Viktor Frankl in the nazi death camp learned the principle of proactivity, he also learned the importance of purpose, of meaning in life. The essence of ‘logotherapy’, the philosophy he later developed and taught, is that many so called mental and emotional illnesses are really symptoms of an underlying sense of meaninglessness creating void. Logotherapy eliminates that emptiness by helping individuals to detect their unique meaning, their mission in life.

To make someone happy is a great job

2009-08-25T21:37:00.021+05:30

These are the words of my very good friend jatin. Today when i reached college, I saw the hod of mechanical department. My friend told me about him that he is a great teacher and that he makes them laugh too much during lectures. He then told me that ‘to make someone happy is a great job’ and that hod is good at it. Well, I believe that my friend is absolutely right, and if we had made someone happy then we had made our existence more meaningful. So make others happy and yourself too.

Einstein’s words

2009-08-25T21:37:00.020+05:30

I have a little patience with scientists who take a board of wood, look for its thinnest part, and drill a great number of holes where drilling is easy.

Words of Joseph Addison

2009-08-25T21:36:00.006+05:30

When I look upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy dies in me; when I read epitaph of the beautiful, every inordinate desire goes out; when I meet the grief of parents upon a tombstone, my heart melts with compassion; when I see the tomb of parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow: I see kings lying by those who deposed them, I consider rival wits placed side by side or the holy men that divided the world with their contests and disputes, I reflect with sorrow and astonishment on the little competitions, factions, and debate of mankind. When I read several dates of the tombs, of some that died yesterday, and some six hundered years ago, I consider that great day when we shall all of us be contemporaries, and make our appearance together.

My Software Company

2009-08-24T22:06:00.008+05:30

I dream of having a my software company. I had this dream in my mind since I was in 5th or 6th grade. I remember I was very fascinated with the working of computer when i first saw it. I think my first computer was of wipro, I dont remember exactly. I used to play only games. But with the years, my interest went to programming. I made my first program in visual basic. I never had any tuition for visual basic. I learned programming from samples included with the software. Due to minute knowledge of the programming, my interest from it declined. Then i got interested in macromedia flash. I made countless flash animation learning from sample included in the software. I even made a school project in it. It was on pollution. I presented it in exhibition. I got a very good response from teachers, visitors and my principle. That project was the only of its kind. Every other project was made in microsoft powerpoint. In 9th grade, I made my biggest project till date on microsoft powerpoint. I added my own customized animation to it. It had around 1000 slides. But I did not got any response from it. I think that my computer teacher did not saw that project. After this, my interest in programming vanished totally. I never did any programming work after that which. Then few months back I heard of small companies working in my city. I thought that why cant I have a company like them even better than them. And after that I wanted to have my company desperately. Now i'm in college, in third year, and my interest in programming is back. And my dream to have my software company is with me all the time. I feel like its time to work on it.

Introduction

2009-08-23T14:41:00.007+05:30

This blog is not only made for posting dreams but also realizing them and making them come true. So if you have some dreams that you want to tell to the world then mail them at paperpenanddreams@yahoo.com and I will post them to my blog.