Valentine Special Week For All My Readers

Hurray!

I am happy to see that the profile visits to my blog has touched 300. WOW!!! This calls for a treat. I started with few people and today I have so many who joined me. Thanks for all the affection, feedback (healthy – negative and positive) and encouragement. This number equally belongs to all my readers.

There are three updates for my readers. I am starting a ‘Valentine Special Week’ from today. So please read this post to make it possible.

Update 1: My Email Id for Blog Readers

For all my readers and many of those who wanted to write to me below is my email id.

archana.blogs@gmail.com

This email is solely for my blog related stuff. I am not entertaining any personal emails or conversations at this id. So please limit your emails to the blog related suggestions or feedback.

 I want this blog to be more interactive and knowledgeable for the readers. I am planning to launch a new label ‘Through Readers’ where I will post the stories or real-life incidents of the readers that is ‘YOU’ who can send me the content at the above email id and what you learned from that incident. I will post the same without any editing on my blog with your name under the post. Credit is all yours.

We all face different situations and the way we learn from them might not be the same. Your stories can motivate others and if you do not have the time to blog you can share with me and I will post for you. This will help all of us to be more interactive, connected and learn from each other.  Some of you might be travelling a lot as a part of your profession, so your experiences at different places under different situations can be helpful to others. Please pitch in and send some good real motivational content. I will also welcome semi-fiction motivational content.

Update 2: Comments Section is Open

For my readers who are not on FB and are not able to leave the comments, I have opened the comments tab. Now you can leave a comment after reading the post. There is a ‘Comments’ tab that appear at the bottom of the post. But your comments will only be published or visible once I moderate and approve them. This might take a day’s time as I make sure that the comment is a readable one before approving it. Please do not send nasty comments like someone wrote “what’s your mobile number”?

 Readers – this is to explain that I run the blog for knowledge sharing and motivation not to share my personal information. Also I will not approve incomplete comments like someone wrote “Boring”. Well, you need to be clear as it will help me to enhance that post. I welcome negative comments that are helpful to enhance the blog content but they should complete and clear. After selecting ‘Anonymous’ if you can mention your name under the comments that would be helpful. No need to share your email ids.

Update 3: Valentine Special

If you want to make your valentine (the loved ones) feel special, send me your wishes as an email and I will post on my blog under the new label ‘Through Readers’ with your name at the bottom. You can send that specific post link to your ‘Valentine’ or post at your FB profile. Even if nobody wants to do that then I will post some content for those who are part of my Valentine – my family and few indispensable friends.

Thanks once again for all the love!

Love You All!

An Important Question

I read this short story and see how true it is. We all can connect to it.

During my second month of nursing school, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions, until I read the last one: 'What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?" Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name? I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade. Absolutely, said the professor. "In your careers you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say hello". I've never forgotten that lesson. also learned her name was Dorothy

You Are Special - Don't Ever Forget It

A friend of mine asked me what motivates me to live irrespective of so many medical problems and unwanted bills. Like I inspire others there might be someone or somebody who inspires me as well. Post diagnosis, I have learned the basic integral truth of life. Life is Beautiful, Live it Beautifully. But yes there are days when I also feel exasperated and helpless because of pain. Those days my vedic chants and religious mantras generally fail. My mind is negatively driven to unwanted thoughts on such days. All I will do is search for something on net for self-help. Few stories are a waste as they have no meaning and they drag you more towards sadness and pain. But yes some are really inspiring as the one I read today. I wish the day my book is completed I can spend more time on my blog writing more stuff for my readers. I read the following story and would love to post it under my ‘label’ – ‘From My Library’. Enjoy this one.

A well known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $20 bill. In the room of 200, he asked, "Who would like this $20 bill?"

Hands started going up.

He said, "I am going to give this $20 to one of you but first, let me do this." He proceeded to crumple the dollar bill up.

He then asked, "Who still wants it?"

Still the hands were up in the air.

"Well," he replied, "What if I do this?" And he dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe.

He picked it up, now all crumpled and dirty. "Now who still wants it?" Still the hands went into the air.

"My friends, you have all learned a very valuable lesson. No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it because it did not decrease in value. It was still worth $20.  

Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way.

We feel as though we are worthless. But no matter what has happened or what will happen, you will never lose your value. You are special - Don't ever forget it!

A Pretty Woman

This poem was dedicated to me by one of my best friend. For others you can pick this and send it to some of your friend you admire or like as friend etc. A poem by Robert Browning.

A PRETTY WOMAN

That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers,
And the blue eye
Dear and dewy,
And that infantine fresh air of hers!

To think men cannot take you, Sweet,
And infold you,
Ay, and hold you,
And so keep you what they make you, Sweet!

You like us for a glance, you know--
For a word's sake
Or a sword's sake:
All's the same, whate'er the chance, you know.

And in turn we make you ours, we say--
You and youth too,
Eyes and mouth too,
All the face composed of flowers, we say.

All's our own, to make the most of, Sweet--
Sing and say for,
Watch and pray for,
Keep a secret or go boast of, Sweet!

But for loving, why, you would not, Sweet,
Tho' we prayed you,
Paid you, brayed you
In a mortar--for you could not, Sweet!

So, we leave the sweet face fondly there,
Be its beauty
Its sole duty!
Let all hope of grace beyond, lie there!

And while the face lies quiet there,
Who shall wonder
That I ponder
A conclusion? I will try it there.

As,--why must one, for the love foregone
Scout mere liking?
Thunder-striking
Earth,--the heaven, we looked above for, gone!

Why, with beauty, needs there money be,
Love with liking?
Crush the fly-king
In his gauze, because no honey-bee?

May not liking be so simple-sweet,
If love grew there
'Twould undo there
All that breaks the cheek to dimples sweet?

Is the creature too imperfect, say?
Would you mend it
And so end it?
Since not all addition perfects aye!

Or is it of its kind, perhaps,
Just perfection--
Whence, rejection
Of a grace not to its mind, perhaps?

Shall we burn up, tread that face at once
Into tinder,
And so hinder
Sparks from kindling all the place at once?

Or else kiss away one's soul on her?
Your love-fancies!
--A sick man sees
Truer, when his hot eyes roll on her!

Thus the craftsman thinks to grace the rose,--
Plucks a mould-flower
For his gold flower,
Uses fine things that efface the rose.

Rosy rubies make its cup more rose.
Precious metals
Ape the petals,--
Last, some old king locks it up, morose!

Then how grace a rose? I know a way!
Leave it, rather.
Must you gather?
Smell, kiss, wear it--at last, throw away.

A Beautiful Message

One of my close aunt has sent me the following text as an email. I really felt happy and a thought came to my mind. Few words can make us happy and we feel on cloud nine. It is true that words have a life. Think before you speak. When words can make us happy they can also make us unhappy. Where they add happiness to your boring days, they can also make your boring days as discouraging ones. If you cannot encourage others through your words, you have no right to hurt them either by calling them names or by judging them.

Respect your words and think before you speak. This is the biggest strength of successful people and successful relationships in this world. Much above that stick to your words and commitments. One who cannot fulfil what he says or commits is a hollow human being.

God doesn't give you the people you want. He gives you the people you NEED……….

To help you, to hurt you, to leave you, to love you and to make you into
the person you were meant to be.

Dear God: The lady reading this is beautiful, classy and strong, and I love
her. Help her live her life to the fullest. Please promote her and cause her
to excel above her expectations. Help her shine in the darkest places where
it is impossible to love. Protect her at all times, lift her up when she
needs you the most, and let her know when she walks with you, She will
always be safe.

Jai Hind!!!

Jai Hind !

Strange!!!

I have not received a single sms on my either numbers. Though, if it would have been a Valentine’s Day or Diwali, my inbox gets flooded with messages. Indeed, I am no exception until my cousin messaged me with the following text:

“Never forget the heroes who sacrificed their lives to bring up this glorious day for us. Lets stand up and salute them.”

The moment I read the message, I felt ashamed that how ignorant we have become towards our country. A country that is not only our identity but also our ‘HOME’. Yes, the word is ‘HOME’.

Think if you forget your address (just imagine), how difficult it would be for you to find a safe shelter for yourself. Then how can we be so ignorant towards ‘Republic Day’. We have started cherishing 26^th January as more of a holiday than a national pride.

The moment I got the message, I opened my wardrobe to find something that is closer to the three beautiful colours of our Flag. Nothing was there. I experimented with a white salwar-kurti and an orange-green dupatta. Trust me, I felt connected to my motherland. No wonders colours can be helpful.

I am proud to be an Indian and I respect my identity much more than anything. Respect those who gave us a free democratic country to express our ideas and thoughts. There can be no description of me other than that I am a ‘PROUD INDIAN’

Happy Republic Day

Jai Hind!

The World Is Too Much With Us

In the sonnet "The World Is Too Much with Us" William Wordsworth contrasts Nature with the world of materialism and "making it." Because we are insensitive to the richness of Nature, we may be forfeiting our souls. To us there is nothing wonderful or mysterious about the natural world, but ancients who were pagans created a colorful mythology out of their awe of Nature.

This is a poem where the poet laments that in modern society, people are so busy with the earthly life that they have lost the ability to see and feel the beauty in Nature and lost their imagination. Here we see at strife the old pagan culture of humanism and modern Industrialism.

The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon,
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers,
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.--Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.

By William Wordsworth