The Tolerance Intolerance Debate - I choose silence

"I have regretted my speech, never my silence." Xenocrates, Greek Philosopher

Nothing hurts me more than a bunch of non stop talkers, being sat on the television channels, talking big on some inane topic. The primary focus of these 'lit-adults' are to hop from channels to channels chirping on the same 'asinine' topics every single day. It may not have been implausible if the political vendetta behind their voices was not so glaring. That's another debate though. My point today is the amount of verbosity that goes around every day is not only wastage of space and time but also a horrific cue to the destined digital garbage from this man made assault of words.

The most of this wordiness is shallow and invites bitter retaliation spontaneously. There is no harm in being vocal, in channelizing our thoughts smartly and sharply. But the unwanted gushing of viral verbosity that goes around in the internet - twitter, facebook, blogs, etc. - is highly arguable. Having said that, in most cases, I choose not to reiterate. For the simple reason of not being wanting to be associated with anything not right, anything not plausible or anything not felicitous - I choose silence. I would not want to be associated with anything that I may find 'not OK' and want to disown or that the children would not be proud of later.

So, what if we use our words more intelligently? How difficult it would be to be less wordy? Is it too hard to be sane and peaceful?

The intense profanity in the choice of words is not always deliberate and there are of course wise talkers. But certainly there are less in numbers. I believe in doing things rather than forming social media solidarity. This adds onto digital clutter. So, at a time when even the liberals are fighting over the tolerant-intolerant thing, when people are going overboard with misplaced words, at a time when your voice is accentuated with criticisms - I choose not to talk.

All for the love of Haikus

I love haikus and I think they are just fantastic. Although I love all kind of poetry forms, but my love for haikus has perked up my life extraordinarily. This amazing rendezvous started nearly ten years back when I was writing prolifically on different forums. As a beginner, I wrote haikus for that was the easiest thing to do when you needed to post an article daily as a paid job. I was writing haikus everyday and was loving it. It was the only thing that I was doing as a routine and loving it.

I love haikus in all forms but the ones that celebrate love liberates me. Haiku has an instant appeal and to start with I was mesmerized by its simplicity. Besides, it was never complicated and I could connect to the fervor instantly. It took me a while though to understand, conceive and learn the art of writing haikus. My passion for haikus soon made me pen down..

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Collection of my haikus

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Haikus from yesteryear

For people who are not accustomed, what is haiku?

Haiku is a very popular Japanese form of poetry. Previously called hokku, haiku was given its name by the Japanese writer Masaoka Shiki by the end of the 19th century. It conveys a vivid imagery in 17 syllables, essentially dedicated to the fervor of nature with a seasonal theme. Over the years haiku has evolved and the transition has been very smooth just like the poetry form itself. Haiku can be on any theme as long as it is not complicated and designed to a render precise thought. 

"A haiku poem consists of three lines, with the first and last line having 5 moras, and the middle line having 7. A mora is a sound unit, smilar to a syllable. Since the moras do not translate well into English, it has been adapted and syllables are used as moras." 

The most popular Haiku can be represented as follows:

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This one I wrote sometime back -

Tuesday rain haiku 

Tiny drop trickles

Slurs down my earthy brown cheek

Tickles me, I laugh

And this one is my personal favorite - 

You May Now Kiss the Bride haiku 

Color, pomp, prose, fun
Grandeur, giggles, glitters
Hopes sewn in I do

Haikus are very close to my heart. Although I have many haikus to my credit I still find it extremely challenging to be able to conceive one. My haikus are based on various fervor and are palpable. Sometimes they are overly sentimental, sometimes dark and sometimes funny. But all of them have a common thread - the thread of romance that celebrates nature and love.

Haiku is beautiful and each time I read one I love the form more. For me the appeal is not only in the simplicity but in the vividness, in that of the heart warming story telling. Haiku can be best described in the words of Rabindra Nath Tagore. Tagore expressed it all while describing "what is a short story" when he said 'shesh hoyeo hoilo na shesh' - Finished yet not so. I find this just apt for describing a haiku. Haiku ends before it starts and tells us an endless story.

 

Wrath

My thoughts for the people of Nepal who are braving the earthquake

The deadly shudders

Tears, despair, loss of hope

Rains pelt weeping face

The Nepal Earthquake: Loss of humanity, history and more

 

We create our pains, we create our happiness..

With every hurt, every pain every teardrop we are to blame ourselves only. We are the creator of our sadness and hurts. No one can create those for us. A stable mind does not cry, nor does it blame others or allow the darkness to affect him. There could be, there are several stimuli but it's us who create our own pains. Not all cry while watching a sad movie. Some even laugh it off. No one asks us to shed our tears, so no one should be responsible. It's us who decides for ourselves. So, the stimulus as in the sad scene does not really gulp all! So, how can we blame others for creating our pains. We must stay stable, peaceful and try to change ourselves instead of judging others. For it's our life and we are in charge and we must change, grow for the better.

Life is beautiful and happiness is just a choice that we have to make because we are happy creatures. I have been trying to be poise and beautiful. It's not an easy task but trust me we can bring about our happiness by making right kind of choices.

Why do we do good?

I am here again with something that has been bugging me for some time now. I have often wondered about the societal influence and pressure that we all go through in life. Some people do good and be good to avoid the shame of being regarded as a 'bad human in the society'. When people do good? Do they do it just for the sake of it or for the good name and blessing that others would shower on him as a consequence of it?

Am I confusing you? Actually I am bit confused here. I have found that many around die to hear about their goodness and how good they are. They are highly affected about their reputation, their ordeal. Nothing wrong in it, as long as they are doing good. It's the goodness that matters at the end of the day.

If you ask me, I try to be good in my dispositions and whatever ordeal I go through every day. May be it feels great to do be good. Its like helping myself more than anything else. I love being good to myself and others.

That was quite a blabber!
*Laughs*

You, Me and a Beautiful Us

Hope you all are doing fine.

Today, I am writing with a definitive purpose of making things beautiful for others and myself. I have been working as a secretary to a Senior Cardiologist in the country. My job profile is just like any other secretaries. I take appointments, make the patients comfortable, file their docs, make computer entries, counsel them, help them expedite their whole process in the hospital. In addition, I do all secretarial job to my boss, which I simply love.

I have a decent place to sit with a Flatron monitor, internet connection, hospital network system software and all that takes. However, I have been thinking to do things little differently for the patients and my boss. It should be something that the patients feel good about and the whole hospital experience should be a very pleasant one at the end of the day. I already try to keep flowers, candies, cookies, cuddles, magazines, booklets, sanitizers, medicines.. for the patients and children and make my utmost effort to be empathetic and make the people feel good. Still, I just cannot be content. I really want to go a step ahead and make people feel good and make the experience a really nice one.

May be more of all these and some fun stuffs like puzzles, sudokus can make a difference. Still working on it....

Huggles

Snippet of my day

I get up at around 6, rush to take shower, stop a moment to decide on the dress I would wear in between gulping some food (sandwiches, tea//milk whatever) and then rushing out for office, a hospital in the city. Office time is fun time for I love my job as doing semi medical things with my boss, an ace Cardiologist of the country. Patients' counseling, scheduling OTs, managing the dept, before realizing it's lunch time.

I eat with my boss who brings food from home. There are couple of other two doctors who come down to relax. Eating time is kind of letting go ourselves. Then again work follows - same kind of stuffs but now I get to sulk. I come back at around 8. It takes almost one and half hour to reach home. I take shower, eat and then sit in front of the computer, do a lot of me-activities, watch TV sometimes and go to bed. It just takes a few lines to make me fast sleep.

And tomorrow is another day, may be repetitive, but not monotonous. I try to find the color in the same job. May be I am lucky!

If Tomorrow Never Comes

I had been going through a bleak phase where living was a miracle and with each passing day I cursed myself for still being alive. I wanted to say so many things to my close ones-I could not, for I was a shy girl who would dare not go against the slightest impropriety of her so called values. I could not protest the indecency going on around me nor could I express my feelings for my dear ones. And I thought I say it best when I say nothing at all. Then one day I read this beautiful story. I learned life is beautiful and desirable, so we should try and live for the moment. I learned expressing is as important as feeling it. I believe, if tomorrow never comes for me let me vent out my feelings right now, right at this moment. I bet I would never want to live an unpleasant life I had lived once. Having said this I must also tell you that we all should change for the better, we should change with the world but we should never change our values they are like roots--once shaken the whole tree stumbles down.

There was this guy suffering from terminal disease. The poor boy was not even allowed to go out, his parents prospered him with everything big and small to make it up. One day the boy decided to go out. His mother succumbed to his wish and eventually gave permission. Walking down the block was a pleasure he thought he would die for. The sky was bright, blue and open, the spring flowers all red and yellow were adorning the road with each wind call. He could smell the fragrance all over and love was all around him. He was a happy man. He browsed through many stores, never thought of shopping anything though for he had so many of those lavish at home and the weather alone did the wonder who cares for materials. The air was so fulfilling! Walking all along the block he saw a beautiful girl. It was like love at first sight and he walked up to the girl. The girl at the counter smiled and asked “ can I help you with anything, sir?” The guy could only think that it was the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. He realized it was a music store and stuttered, “ well I’d like to buy a CD”. He grabbed the first one that he could have got hold of without even looking at it and gave her the money. “ Do you want me to wrap it?” The guy was overwhelmed and the girl went inside to pack the CD. The boy thrilled, struggled with his disposition, took the wrapped CD and shuffled his way back home. It was a perfect day out; life could not be better than this!

Love was on the air. From that day on he visited the music store everyday and each day he bought a CD. And each day the girl wrapped it up and the guy stored them unopened in his closet. He never found the urge to open it for he had all those latest music in his collection. It was just an excuse. A CD, a book or even a coke-- it would have made no difference for him at all! The beautiful store girl was dream come true for him.

He was a shy boy, and although he tried he couldn’t ask the girl out. The next day the guy set out for the store with a strong heart. Like as on previous occasions he bought a CD and the girl wrapped it up as usual. This continued for some time----------One day while she was busy, he left his telephone number on the counter and rushed out.

The next day the guy didn’t visit the store and the girl called him. His mother answered the phone wondering who it could be. It was the girl from the music store!

The mother started crying. The girl asked what was the matter. “Don’t you know he is no more”! There was a long pause..

Later that afternoon the mother entered his son’s room. She decided to start with his closet and to her surprise she saw a big pile of unopened CDs wrapped in festive paper. She was curious and she opened one. She tore open the package and noticed a slip of paper that said: Hi, you are cute, I would love to meet you, Let’s go out sometime, Sophie.

A drowsy numbness engulfed all her senses as she continued opening another and another and another. Every single CD contained a slip of paper that said the same!!!!!!!!!!

That’s the way life is, don’t wait to show those special people the way you feel. I guess, expressing is as important as feeling it. Tomorrow could be too late.

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