Monday, 29 September 2014

Soiree of Colors

Victor while arranging bottles in particular order amused by different colours, explains the importance of each one in his life to his daughter Mia.
Copyright - Marie Gail StratFord
Green reminded him of his college friends who always choose it as victory symbol.
Pink took him in thoughts of special one with whom he started his love life.
Yellow hark him back to the juncture from where he was handed over family business from his father.
At end Mia asked “Which one is your favourite Dad?”, to which perplexed Victor responded “I am confused, as each one depicts an important phase of my life”.
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Wednesday, 24 September 2014

True Charity

जो पाया है यहीं एक दिन छोड़ जाना है,
फिर दान दक्षिणा से क्यों डरना है। 

पाना और खोना अगर नियति है ,
फिर क्यों इतनी प्यारी संपत्ति है। 

यह लो वोह लो ;दान में यह भी ले लो ,
सही काम में लो तो जीवन भी ले लो। 

अधिकार प्रदान हो ऐसा ध्यान रखो ,
व्यर्थ ना जाए किसी का दान देखो। 

जब दूसरों के चेहरे पर मुस्कान खिले ,
तो दान करने में आनंद मिले। 

दान दक्षिणा किसी लोभ में ना करें ,
पुण्य पाने की चाह में ना करें। 

अगर सच्ची मंशा से किसी ने दान किया ,
तो जिंदगी में उसका श्रेय भी मिला। 

Charity Poetry - AuraOfThoughts
True Charity is Empowerment


English Translation

What you possess has to be left one day
Then why afraid of charity.

If getting and losing is destined
Then why possessions are treasured.

Take this, take that for charity take all
If taken in right sense then take life too.

Keep in mind that Empowerment happens
See to it that charity doesn’t go waste.

When smile appears in other’s face
Then there is happiness in doing charity.

 Don’t do charity for any profit
Don’t do it to attain goodwill.

If charity is done by pure heart
Then surely in life you shall be rewarded.

@Sonal

Tuesday, 23 September 2014

Past Diaries Open Up

Team : Maximus Dramaticus



Read the Thirteenth part Blood is red so is blush

Paresh opened his eyes with feeble cries of pain in his temple, which was unbearable, saw bright reflection and felt that his wrong deeds had made his way to death.

The beeps of the medical instrument was only to be heard and he lay in the bed helpless with no one beside him and thought, “I am now reviled by the person to whom I helped to lead, Ahh! Damn you come in front you coward”.

His evil soul was constantly pricking him saying , “Prof Paresh you are a criminal; Yes! a dirty mind. See you are my slave now, nobody is with you Paresh, just no one;Ha..ha ha”. Paresh screamed in despair and went unconscious.

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Lallan nervously calls from his hideout, “Work accomplished and no proof left. Yes! I am very sure about that, no doubt”, where on other side of call there was a sigh of relief.

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Cyrus was tensed and worried for Jennifer and her unanswered calls made him even jittery. Past days were so unpredictable thought Cyrus and decided to visit Jennifer in wee hours. Chill breeze of January made Cyrus shiver; he zipped his jacket, put on the hood and started walking towards Jennifer’s hotel that was few miles away.

A lot of thoughts ran through his keen mind uncountable questions rose in past few days made him analyze each person from depth, but somehow he connected all events with Shekhar. He always kept his list of to do things with him. Forensic report details shocked him and was desperate to share it with Tara, as she was the one Cyrus trusted most.  

He was so indulged in his thoughts that he couldn't realize that he already reached the hotel. He quickly crumpled the paper and reached out at the doorbell.

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Jennifer who was so engrossed in blog that after reading each post she told to herself “Cyrus is quite different person than I know”. Laying back she clicked on the post titled “Purity of love…”, but soon her laptop went off due to low battery.

“Little break from Chupa Rustam Cyrus” smiled Jennifer and started looking for charger in her bag, plugging charger she now felt the hunger, which was diminished in surfing the blog.

Taking the menu in hand, deciding what she could order at midnight, doorbell rang. Being over cautious from past event (kidnapping) Jennifer peeped in to key hole and saw Cyrus standing rubbing his palms, trying to keep himself warm.  Jennifer opened the door saying “Oho! The man with versatile talent is right here”.

Cyrus for a moment stared at Jenny, who was looking gorgeous in magenta Puma jacket and black lowers, and could not resist complementing, said “Jenny you are looking like a lotus in a pond”.

“Thank you Cy, come on in, I am about to order snacks, will you have it” Jennifer asked looking at menu.

“First you answer me, Why you did not pick my calls”, Cyrus authortively questioned.

“Oh Cy, wait for a moment”, Jenny calmed him and ordered sandwiches and coffee at reception.

Cyrus who was waiting for her answer stood impatiently thinking what made Jenny so busy and looked around for a chair to sit.

“So Mr.Writer, I was busy reading a blog” Jennifer turned to Cyrus after keeping the receiver down.

Jenny calling him writer, Cyrus was sure that she has found his blog said “Oh, that! It is just few words here and there”

“Only words, and what about pictures”, quizzed Jenny.

“Which pictures are you talking about”? Cyrus tried answer confidently; praying that Jenny would have not read all the posts.

“These one, Look. And how come you have my childhood images” Jenny called Cyrus to take a look at his laptop.

“So you don’t remember Jenny, when and where it was taken”, quickly asked Cyrus.

“No. I don’t”, Jenny answered trying to recollect.

“See here in left, it’s me. It was taken in Ladhak, where our fathers were posted for a year, and we resided in same colony” Cyrus revealed


Jenny amazingly looked at the child in picture and at Cyrus, again and again and said, “You have changed a lot Cyrus Daruwala how chubby you were then and now so lean”.

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Tara completed reading few documents turned to see Roohi unhappily siting with her paintbrush in hand and gazing at her painting.

“Roohi you didn’t sleep yet, it’s late. C’mon keep your painting stuff aside and lie down” Tara said her while keeping all files in order.

“Mamma, why are we not in Mumbai” Roohi muttered

“What are you saying dear, be little louder”, tiredly Tara responded.

Roohi started crying saying “I want to go back to my home, where everyone was so happy, where I was not scolded for playing hide and seek. Let’s go Mamma”.

Soothing her Tara replied “We shall very soon go Roohi, once the puzzle is solved, we shall leave”.

“Which puzzle you are solving mamma, I am good at puzzles too, May I help you”, innocent Roohi thought of helping her perplexed mother.

“Thank you my little princess, Mamma shall solve it”, keeping Roohi’s painting kit aside and unfolding the quilt Tara assured Roohi “Soon we will be flying for home, but first go to sleep”.

Thinking now a professional shall solve this mysterious puzzle, Tara dialed a number, and the screen flashed “Dialing Painting Sir Aryan”.  

As the phone was ringing on other side, Tara mused “How she was glad to meet an honest officer in one of her outdoor assignments, who was brave at heart and extremely intelligent Aryan Ahuja, who was now residing as a neighbor. Very few knew he was under cover cop, and Tara was one of them, due to professional commitments she never even whispered to anyone.

After many rings Tara heard, “Hello Ms Tara” from the other end of call.

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Read the next part of the story Why I should be Good

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Monday, 22 September 2014

Wheel-O-Life

Shelly was upset with the pace things were going on, she wanted to rest, but could not, as she was sole breadwinner for her family.

And sudden marriage proposal from John confused her even more.

To which her brother said “Life is like a wheel which leads us into different phases of life; there is no stopping and looking back, just go ahead”


Shelly understood, only taking forward steps life would move on; and her brother assured that he would support family.




First time in life Shelly considered, “I, me and myself above family” and accepted proposal.

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Thursday, 18 September 2014

Logjam of Wishes

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When I was child my wish list was like….
I wish to climb a mountain of chocolates; I wish to have wings like birds so that I could fly and wished I had a flying carpet. But now if I look back, those innocent wishes filled in me passion and a belief that yes there could be one day that they may happen.

Wishes are so temporary; as time pass by our wishes just gets replaced with new ones and also wish list increases at a rapid pace. On a lighter note even God get confused which wish to full fill, as by the time it’s our turn we had already changed mind. Kelly Slater very aptly quoted, “For a surfer, it's never-ending. There's always some wave you want to surf”.

But don’t you think each one should have such cravings as whatever we wish for; it at least keeps our hopes alive or it could be a spark of life to move ahead. There are many things one does in life or aspires to do; each milestone achieved gives a life yet another challenge. Life is never ending journey of self, relations, and so on. But if asked to just jot down my wishes they could be….

·      I wish a world, where there is no place for diseases and all are healthy and happy.
·      I wish I could be digitally transferred from one place to another to tell my friends what I want to.
·      I wish I could be able to read all the great books in this world.
·      I wish I overcome all my fears.
·      I wish to do things which I have never tried before.
·      My friends and my family are my strength so I wish that they are around always.
·      I wish my deeds speak much louder than me.
·      I wish to do my bit for the society and feel happy about the contribution.
·      I wish to cross all major milestones.
·      I wish to achieve so much in life that I can inherit some.

If I start listing, the list goes on and on. On lighter note, now I want to taste all kinds of sweets of world, wish to dress up in all traditional outfits. But the question is how much is enough? Because heart full fillment is a big challenge in life and differs from person to person. How much ever you get, things keep on adding in wish list, it’s like logjam of wishes.
 
Neverending wishes - Aura of thoughts
Logjam of Wishes

There is no endpoint defined for desires but one should not forget that our wishes could trap us in a vicious circle of lure, desiring more and more thus creating deadlock; which is circular in which one cannot be out of it. One shall always wish for things which keep correcting us and make us a better person. Anthony J. D'Angelo precisely quoted “Become addicted to constant and never-ending self-improvement.”

Finally I would just say
“Wishes walks with us at a pace we want them to, so slow down.”

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@Sonal