A Piece Of My Heart

One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.
Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said "Why, your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine." The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly, but it was full of scars. It had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing.
The people stared -- how can he say his heart is more beautiful, they thought? The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state and laughed. "You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine. Mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears."
"Yes," said the old man, "yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared."
"Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges -- giving love, is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?"
The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man's heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges. The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man's heart flowed into his. ........

Something......

When i Think about my what would be my last word to the persons who made my life more meaningful following lines comes to my mind...............

"Do not stand at my grave & weep.
I am not there I do not sleep
I am a thousand wind that blow.
I am the diamond glint on the snow.
I am the sunlight on the ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quite birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry:
I am not there. I DID NOT DIE."

a beautiful day

another sunday .. but a beautiful one... i open my eyes to morning beauty, i had a long drive in my mind... it was something long due.. so thought of venturing the serenity of morning glory...
i woke up fast at around 4.30 am ISD.. which i think i never did in my whole life waking up so early on a sunday... I got ready for my tiny adventure n set out on my pep..
my first stop was a tea stall on the cuttack puri highway.. over a quick cup of tea i enjoyed the stillness of atmosphere.. i felt as if life has come to a stanstill... no hurry ... no rush to be on time.... no work... just me and myself.... after my short stop i drove towards balianta...
its a small village near the outskirts of Bhubaneswar town.....
i choose balianta for my ascavation becoz  the underground canal attracted me..... 
while entering the village i encountered many people gettin ready for a usual day ahead ....
on my left side was a big canal full of crystal clear water lined wid coconut n palm trees and on the other side was greenery of farm land.... the view was awaesome somewhere far off darkness was opening its arms to get lost in the purity of light and faith of the morning glory..... and the  birds, parrots Coo- ing filling the atmosphere with the music of life... my heart savouring every moment of it.....

"Some time back my dad used to tell me ... there is nothing as peaceful as being in the arms of morning sun".. i used to shrug off on the thought of gettin up early... 

With a heart singing to the tune of the birds i took back root towards my home............., but the journey doesnt end here.... i sahll come back to narrate my such little xperiences in mid's of a hectic city life.

Understanding.......

"Those who understand only what can be explained understand very little."

-Marie von Ebner-Eschenbach (1830-1916)

There is so much more to this world that what we can actually see and hear and feel. There is so much that is without explanation, but that is beyond explanation. There are unlimited possibilities all around us, at all times – how could we even venture to guess what they all could be? When we realize that our lives can open up to these possibilities, we allow understanding to pour in and nourish us.
Here is wht i feel..................



Understanding is much more than realising self worth n lettin in the positive pour in to nourish us..
its something which we don't want to accept in the most difficult times of our lives..
its like accepting the death of our near n dear ones... even though we don't want to.....
its something which our eyes refuse to continue the vision.......
its like watchin a country in war , where people killed in the name of Fight against Terrorism.. its something we all see n close our eyes n ears to.
its the tears of a mother whose child is hungry... bt the unfoutunate mother feeling the pain in the cry of his child is unable to feed..
becoz she herself doesnt have anything to offer.
its the friendship we both share... u miles apart yet reply to my so many unasked questions.
its............. ALL about Feelings pouring Us and we running away from the fear of accepting it....

I see the sun rise promising me light n peace the whole day.. but then i see the darkness of night engulfin all the promises made.....

My emotions are the color of rainbow, my mind is like wind. my work sparks like fire..Still  life is boomerang........ My desires ve got the wings of fire.... it doesnt care about the soul .......
soul is long burnt in the flames of desire now i treasure the ashes...............
as the only tribute of purity............

A drop

Showers of rain wet my heart.. looking at those drops i wonder my life to be no less different, drops on the leaves awaiting to get lost in the eternity of its destiny...they are not sad tht few moments away they r going to loose their existence.. bt they dance in the light shine like a diamond even more radiant wid the joy of fulfilling its objective...myself too settled among the leaves awaiting the meet my destiny but i lack the radiance of those drops n the self contenment of fulfilling all my objectives....

Frog Race.. a story

Some where I read this little piece of story n I would love comments on this.........
when i read this the first thing tht stuck my mind was if the winner frog was DEAF ... how did he come to know about the race????
.................. any answers????







There once was a bunch of tiny frogs ...who arranged a running
competition.

The goal was to reach the top of a very high tower.

A big crowd had gathered around the tower to see the race and cheer on
the contestants...

The race began...

Honestly...No one in the crowd really believed that the tiny frogs would
reach the top of the tower.

You heard statements such as:

"Oh, WAY too difficult!!"

"They will NEVER make it to the top!!"

"Not a chance that they will succeed. The tower is too high!!"

The tiny frogs began collapsing. One by one...Except for those, who in a
fresh tempo, were climbing higher and higher...

The crowd continued to yell, "It is too difficult!!! No one will make
it!!"

More tiny frogs got tired and gave up...But ONE continued higher and
higher and higher...

This one wouldn't give up!

At the end everyone else had given up climbing the tower. Except for the
one tiny frog who, after a big effort, was the only one who reached the
top!

THEN all of the other tiny frogs naturally wanted to know how this one
frog managed to do it?

A contestant asked the tiny frog how he had found the strength to
succeed and reach the goal?

It turned out...That the winner was DEAF!!!

The wisdom of this story is:

Never listen to other people's tendencies to be negative or
pessimistic... Because they take your most wonderful dreams and wishes
away from you...the ones you have in your heart!!!

Always think of the power words have. Because everything you hear and
read will affect your actions!!!



Therefore:

ALWAYS be...POSITIVE!!!

And above all:
Be DEAF when people tell YOU that you can not fulfill your dreams!!!

A healthy attitude is contagious but don't wait to catch it from others.
Be a carrier.