What is the difference between dream and reality? It’s just a wink of an eye. If you close your eyes, there is your dream and if you open, there is reality. Dream and reality nestle in your eyes only. The point of space confine only in the movement of eyelids. Dream requires effortless sleep and to make your reality beautiful, you need sleepless effort. We put tireless effort to make our dream true. Reality is seeing the visible and saying why but dream is about seeing invisible and saying Why not! Dream is about seeing light in the darkness, but reality is about facing it. We go on painting wonderful dreams on confined art paper hanging under water drops and we don't know when, how, why breeze comes; spill those ripples of drops or take away with it and we come to be just a prostrate and helpless creature. To make your dream a reality is like to start a journey and terminate it to its destination with a huge sigh on your mind and heart. But before you start, your heart is always skeptical of some bad omen. If that omen is won, you reach the destination, else you never know…… Likewise dream is a beautiful journey and destination is a reality. The journey remains only a dream unless you dream to make it a reality.
You
become what you believe you are; else, life becomes meaningless and
dumb. There is one story of chicken and eagle. Once upon a time,
there was a large mountainside, where an eagle's nest rested. The
eagle's nest contained four large eagle eggs. One day an earthquake
rocked the mountain causing one of the eggs to roll down the
mountain, to a chicken farm, located in the valley below. The
chickens knew that they must protect and care for the eagle's egg, so
an old hen volunteered to nurture and raise the large egg.
One day, the egg hatched and a beautiful eagle was born. Sadly, however, the eagle was raised to be a chicken. Soon, the eagle believed he was nothing more than a chicken. The eagle loved his home and family, but his spirit cried out for more. While playing a game on the farm one day, the eagle looked to the skies above and noticed a group of mighty eagles soaring in the skies. "Oh," the eagle cried, "I wish I could soar like those birds." The chickens roared with laughter, "You cannot soar with those birds. You are a chicken and chickens do not soar."
The eagle continued staring, at his real family up above, dreaming that he could be with them. Each time the eagle would let his dreams be known, he was told it couldn't be done. That is what the eagle learned to believe. The eagle, after time, stopped dreaming and continued to live his life like a chicken. Finally, after a long life as a chicken, the eagle passed away.
A dream is temporary but a reality is permanent and real but unfortunately all dreams seen don’t turn out to be the reality.All have dreams and nightmares; one can conquer the nightmare because of dreams. One should better love the dreams of future rather than history of the past. Let’s take the words of Woodrow Wilson, he says “We grow great by dreams.” All big men are dreamers. They see things in the soft haze of a spring day or in the red fire of a long winter's evening. Some of us let these great dreams die, but others nourish and protect them; nurse them through bad days till they bring them to the sunshine and light which comes always to those who sincerely hope that their dreams will come true.
This is a story of a young dreamer Simrika, who had many dreams until and unless she turned out to be a drug addict and was forced to live her life tossed up in everything, everywhere. A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, but her punishment was that she saw the dawn before the rest of the world and the future. The invariable mark of a dream is to see it come true but before her dreams came true, she fell in the trap of second world of temporary illusions. Many times, she tried to be clean but her cruel body made her helpless. She lived in a metro, Kathmandu, nestled beautifully in the laps of bounty Himalayas. Twenty one years ago, Simrika opened her eyes when her mother closed her own. Those innocent eyes of her’s were thirsty of desert of getting mother’s love. She was lived in this world by her father and elder sister. Her father was a rich man but a wino bibber. He had enough time but those hours, minute hand of his clock didn’t point for his family. He was like ATM card machine for her daughter. She could withdraw any amount till the validity didn’t end in his expenses for the drinks.
The whole world of her sister was confined to a single room. To her, the whole world was only those as shown by her window. She was the single patient of several diseases. She could neither move nor walk, just was confined to a single bed. It was a physical illness caught up in her childhood that bounded her to choose a room as her whole world. She had to depend on artificial inhaler to make her natural soul and body alive.
During Simrika’s childhood, her innocent eyes picked up many big dreams of becoming a doctor or an engineer but all turned out to be fragile and pushed to some uncertain periods when she became a drug addict. In her school days, she was quite jolly, friendly with her pals but when the time passed by, there were drastic changes in her behaviors. She spent half of childhood in hostel confining herself away from the world as far as possible, living up to her own. When she returned home, completing her high school, still she found her more into darkness in light due to her father’s attitude and behaviors. Her smile showed the lie while her eyes showed the truth. Every time, her desire quenched for loneliness among the crowd. Behind these hazel eyes was a girl who was very lonely inside, even though on the outside she was smiling. Her silence talked more than her words.
Smokes, drugs, gajas became her daily necessities. Once, she was deprived of those stuffs, her body started fighting against her own soul. She didn’t walk in the road as if she ruled the world, but she used to walk in the world as if she didn’t care whoever ruled the world. She was more freaky. The bindas girl in a local language, who puffed one, two packets of cigarettes daily and needed the daily dose of syringe piercing inside her skin. To meet the thirst of those drugs for her body, she started selling her stuffs when she found no money in her account.
Reading novels, writing poems, articles became her favorite pastimes. She hardly had friends. Some of her close friends got distanced from her when she fell in the trap of drugs. She had circles for dealing with drugs but there were none for dealing with her emotions and feelings. She was technically and socially challenged. Unlike the people of her ages, she was out of this wired world. She was out of modern era and fashions of going party, discos, dates…
She always woke up late in the morning, had food and travelled different places that were free of crowd. This was her schedules. She loved travelling. Cafes, Swoyambhunath, Taudaha, chovar; these were the cool places of Kathmandu that used to be her destination. In her one hand, there used to be a novel and in other, the burning cigarette and she used to walk without caring the world.
She used to express her feelings through the tips of pen on the paper. No doubt, she was an amazing writer. She used to see this world through her eyes and jot them down on the paper.
One day, she went to Taudaha, a beautiful place that tranquilizes your heart and mind with the echoes made by ripples of water. She made herself comfortable in the side above the water. She took out pen and note and started expressing her feelings about life and freedom. With every puff of her burning cigarette in her another hand, she completed one poem-
LIFE- IT GOES ON
When I was a little girl, I ask my mother, what will I be.. Will be…
She said Whatever will be.. will be.. just go on being free…..
Today when I look myself, I find myself being none..
Just lost in a crowd, lost in dream n lost finding reason of my born..
Life , I summed up in three.. It goes on…
Happiness and sadness, breaking each self, comes turn by turn……….
Don’t underestimate, rate other today, as u have a LIGHT….
Still there is darkness in light, only is u can’t see its sight….
In life, It’s the little things that u do…….
Makes somebody feel so good………
Doesn’t matter how much u do….
What matters IS how u do…………..
Love is nothing, just a way to spend a Life…
The more u get, the more u want high and high……..
So, life is nothing, just a combo of love and dream
U get, be happy but nothing remains at the end……..
In this way, she used to throw her anger, feelings through her pen. She was enjoying completely to her world. No worry of the world, no stuffs to trouble, ultimately no chance to make it double.
She used to return home late after travelling different places. Then she used to visit her sister’s place and talked with her little about her conditions but her sister had no words to share. She was a silent listener. Her father used to arrive late in the night and had no care towards her daughters and leave the place early when sun struggles finding his existence again.
One day, she accidently went to Kingsway with some friends who had come from abroad, a comparatively crowded place, where there are many woolgathering girls hanging around and shopping very expensive and branded stuffs. The whole world there was comparatively different and a high class. While little far away, she saw the different groups of folks walking around. Regarding this and her experiences, she wrote one article that night-
THE HIGH LIFE
I
was walking down Durbar Marg with my friends on a recent day when one
of them excitedly announced, “Look this shirt I’m wearing. It is
one of my favourite brands. It’s worth Rs. 6,000—I bought it in
Sherpa Mall.” He told us all about his other favourite stores, like
John Players and U.F.O, to name a few. He also pointed out the
new pair of Adidas shoes he was wearing. He complained that he wasn’t
wearing Nikes, to him a better brand. He then went on to show us the
other accessories he was wearing. All, we were told, were very
expensive.
He looked me up and down and asked, “Where did
you buy your shirt?” I looked at my shirt and replied “Last
night, I brought this at Sundhara, along the footpath.” Needless to
say, he was in shock that I don’t buy my clothes exclusively from
Sherpa Mall and City Centre, though that’s not to say that I
haven’t visited those places. He asked me why I didn’t do
my shopping there. I replied sarcastically, “Because Sherpa Mall
doesn’t have the clothes of my favourite brand. As soon as they my
brand, I will surely go there.” He continued talking about
different accessories and brand-name items.
For many people
living in the metro, wearing branded and high-priced clothing is the
only way to look fashionable. They visit many malls and even order
items from abroad. Going to high-profile malls and shopping for
brand-name clothing is not bad, but it’s worth it to explore the
rest of the city’s offerings as well. Let’s visit our tiny shops
and footpath markets. Who knows, they may have the style of clothes
that you are looking for and you look comfortable in.
With
these other options available, is it necessary to wander through the
expensive racks of pricey stores and order from abroad? Clothing
bought on the street may not be expensive, but often the quality of
these items can be just as good as those with a brand name.
Along the walk, my friend pointed out KFC and said, “I often go
here for lunch. I don’t like eating at other establishments.
Have
you been to KFC? Their foods are hygienic and top class, you should
visit here more often,” he suggested, as if any restaurant without
an international name were far inferior.
Is this obsession
with brands and high-priced items the only way of living the high
life and looking fashionable? If so, then I prefer not to be
fashionable. Fashion is a form of self expression—wearing expensive
clothes doesn’t ensure a sense of style, and eating at expensive
restaurants doesn’t ensure the best
tasting food. As for my
friend that I mentioned, I prefer to call him ‘a brand and a price
tag’, not someone in tune with fashion. It’s not all about
shopping for brand-name clothes and going to expensive cafes. We can
look good and fashionable in low priced clothing and nothing is
better than a delicious cheap meal.
She travelled many beautiful and lovely places of Nepal. Pokhara, Syangja, Humla, Jumla were some of them. She travelled there all alone as internal tourist. She got to study those places very gingerly. She saw many diversifications among these places. Some were highly developed whereas, some were very least. There was political instability in the country. In a way, she was totally frustrated by the fragile situation of country. This was the first time, she showed the concern for the country. To express her feelings about the country, she jot the piece-
POLITICS ALL AROUND
Why
are there so many problems in Nepal? It’s mainly because of two
reasons—politics and preferences. A student doesn’t read, but
engages in politics, a businessman doesn’t do business but plays a
political game, and the same goes for workers. But unfortunately, the
political game isn’t always fair. Many times they revolve around
power and pulling each other’s leg. One reason behind many problems
is preference. In any organisation, if you apply for the job, in most
of cases, you get job because you have some kind of relation to the
boss. Due to this, the wrong person often gets a good position and
the right person never gets chance. Here, talent counts less. It
doesn’t matter how talented you are, what counts is how many links
and relations you have.
Everywhere you go, there are politics.
You may travel in a public bus, but you are afraid to argue with the
conductor when they charge you more. After all, they often have
unions affiliated with some political leader. In colleges, there are
student unions affiliated with political parties. Teachers fear to
charge students for breaking rules in fear of some kind of political
retribution. A boss fears to criticise his employees because they
belong to political parties. The police are forced to release
criminals due to pressure from political parties. Traffic police fear
punishing law breakers because of misdirected political pressure. In
one incident I saw where a young man on a bike hit a pedestrian.
Luckily the pedestrian wasn’t hurt. The man driving was actually in
the wrong—driving on the wrong side of the road. The traffic police
arrived and asked him for his licence, but the boy didn’t have one.
After some arguing, the young man made a phone call and handed it to
the officer. After a short conversation they released him
without any punishment. I was shocked—where was the justice? And
this political pervasion isn’t limited to people with links with
people high up in the political spectrum.
In this situation,
real talent is often overshadowed. You get a job not because of your
talent but because you are have a connection to the boss, owner or
person even higher up. And when these connected few get a job, they
think they are superior to anyone else. Recently, one of my relatives
applied for job in an organisation. He had a Master’s degree with
first division and with a long list of experience as well. In the
end, there were two candidates for job. The other one had a
Bachelor’s degree. But the second one got the job simply because
knew the employer.
If everyone does their respective work
independently and decently, then there won’t be any chaos. Let
students read, businessmen do business, workers do work and
politicians do politics fairly.
Once, while she was in Pokhara, she had to bind herself in a room for whole day due to curfew in the city. In her room, she had only a television, movie player, some cds and that’s all. Unluckily, those cds contained Nepali movies. She was fan of English movies but she decided to settle down with those movies. At last, something was better than nothing. Some movies were good, some were average and some were very bad. To describe her experience about Nepali movies, she wrote a piece on her diary recollecting those scenes and moments. That night, she came out in the verandah, took out her cigarettes and started writing something….
COST OF GOOD MOVIES
Just
imagine, you go to a movie hall, pay for a high-priced ticket to see
the latest Nepali flick, only to leave long before the interval
because you weren't enjoying the movie. How would you feel in that
situation? Perhaps a little disappointed, or maybe even a little bit
angry having wasted your valuable money. At least that's how I felt
when I watched Nepali movies after not going to see one for a long
time. We were excited to see a product of our own film industry, but
unfortunately, we did not like the movie. It was like a serial,
lacked clean cinematography, featured bad acting, and didn't have a
good storyline.
There are many youth in Nepal that prefer
watching foreign movies over our domestic productions—especially in
Kathmandu, which is flooded with countless foreign movies featuring
Angelina Jolie, Tom Cruise, and many others. There are many youth who
even find it difficult to recall the names of our movies. In a
discussion, one of my friends said that watching new Nepali movies
nowadays is a waste of time and money; it fails to provide the
entertainment that we seek. But, he shared that he is still a fan of
classic Nepali movies. "They were really good with good stories
and melodious songs. But now it is hard to find such movies." He
named a long list of classic Nepali movies that he had seen. Still
today, he loves listening to the old songs from those movies.
Some
people argue that our film industry doesn't have a large enough
budget to make quality movies. They say that we shouldn't always look
at our movies in comparison with foreign movies. But is the budget
the primary reason for the poor quality of recently produced Nepali
movies? Even good movies can be made with a small budget. Take the
movie Rock on!! for example. Though it was a low-budget production,
it still rocked audiences. This just shows that ideas and stories are
more important than a large budget. Most of the time, we copy foreign
movies or use the same old formula. In many movies, we either have
the same old love stories or fight scenes.
Most people don't
dare make experimental movies. They are afraid the risk might cause
them to lose money. But filmmakers need to concentrate more on
quality rather than making money. If the quality of a movie is good,
then the quantity of money should match.
In recent times,
there were comparatively good movies like Sano Sansar and Kagbeni
that entertained the nation's youth. But most of our movies are
audience oriented. So people focus on same story and formula
targeting a select audience. Producers and directors focus on what
has worked in the past, and what will most easily win publicity. But
repeating the same formula does not necessarily make a good movie or
ensure its popularity. If it is an excellent movie, people will
throng to the movie halls. It's time for movie makers to redirect
their efforts to making quality movies, not making money. Because
going by the most recent releases, the latter strategy is not
producing the desired results.
In that city, she met a saint who knew all the black magic and who could tell the future. He was very scary with long hair, moustaches, all white all over and whose neck was entangled with living snake. Simrika was resting under a tree tranquilizing her among those smokes.
“What is your name? From where have you come here?” the saint asked.
“I am Simrika, I came here from Kathmandu” she replied after couple of minutes.
There was ample silence for a while. Then the saint began-
“I am the future teller, I predict the future of people and solve their problem. In fact I have solved many”
Simrika’s eye and heart got interested more towards that saint but didn’t speak the word.
“Today, most people are unhappy and frustrated, so you are my child!” he continued “Today, all are in race for finding happiness. Some run for family, some for money and some for others but real happiness lies in the satisfaction and tranquility of mind. Few of them conquered it and rest of them just wandered around. You have money, family, accessories but you are wandering for search of happiness, right my child?” he asked.
“Yes” she replied and continued again “How can I get real satisfaction then?”
The saint told “There is one way, just follow me”
The saint took her to a dense jungle. There were some roaring of animals, chirping of birds that echoed in her ears. They passed through the jungle and at the end there was a small hut. They entered inside. Few rays of light hardly find their way inside the small hut.
Inside, there were many dreadful small animals. Most of them were the snakes. Simrika got terrified first but the saint comforted her.
They went deeper inside. There was small sitting place of the saint. In front was a huge fire where saint uttered some words, took one small white round metal and put in inside that fire. After some minutes, he took out that metal which turned into yellow. He put on the floor. In the wink of an eye, it multiplied and became double. He took out the venom of snake and paste on the metal.
Then the saint took one with him and gave another to Simrika and he said:
“Keep this always with yourself. In life, whatever you get, either good one or bad one, just touch it with your little finger, it will change all those into the suitable and soluble things that gives you the satisfaction”.
She returned her room and again started writing a piece on the satisfaction or tranquility of mind-
Tranquility of mind
Tranquility
of mind is the beautiful way of living our life. It is the beautiful
symbol of wisdom. The person with calm mind is the one who is far
from fuss and fume and worry and remains poised and tackles each
problem easily. Once you attain this peace of mind, you think the
world is a beautiful heaven and you began to love its accessories and
its people. You think you are in the best part of the world.
The
calm person, having learned how to be the master of own, knows how to
adapt themselves to ups and downs of life and they believe in
optimism. The more tranquil a person becomes, the greater is their
value and success, their fields of attraction, their power for good.
Even the ordinary shopkeeper will prosper in his work as one develops
a greater self control and equanimity, for people will always prefer
to deal with such person who never gets angry while dealing with
them. Really, this is one of the finest ways to move ahead in
life.
The
strong, calm person is always adored by all. People always want such
people to nestle them in their eyes. They can’t hurt anyone. They
can catalyze themselves into pure water for thirsty travelers, or be
a sheltering rock in a storm. Who does not love a tranquil heart, a
sweet-tempered, beautiful and peaceful mind? The mind looks beautiful
when it is at peace. It does not matter whether it rains or shines,
or what changes and obstacles there are in the way, for they are
always sweet and calm. It helps to dive in the oceans of truth, far
from explosive bombs of temper, heavy heart, crazy, loud and hot
blood. Calm people are regarded as people with high dignity and
knowledge. It is the one important key to success. But we often tend
to forget this key. Gautam Buddha is today regarded as the light of
Asia. He was the man with peaceful heart and mind. He totally changed
the view of people.
Only
the wise man, who is the master of his thoughts and purified, makes
the winds and the storms of the soul obey him. He knows the passion
and become it and finally let it become him. He doesn’t care where
the majorities are once he is the ruler of his thoughts .In the ocean
of life the isles of blessedness are smiling and the sunny shore of
your ideal awaits your coming. Self control is the power, the power
that can change you. So, put your hand on your heart, knit your eyes
and say unto your idiot heart “Peace in mind, the life is what it
goes on so, you go on with it”.
Next day, she felt experimenting with that metal. That day, she went to lake sides of pokhara and decided to spend her time out there. That day, she missed her mother much and felt if her mother was alive then…..These eclipsed happiness really troubled her. So, she took out the yellow metal and touched with her little finger. After a while, she saw many young children aged around 5 to 10 in the lake side who were playing joyfully and happily. Then a van came and they got inside and left the place.
This time really she got reason to satisfy herself. Those children were from orphan home and the van from orphanage had come to pick them. In a way, that metal really worked out perfectly.
Once, she saw a man wearing white coat. He was a doctor. Seeing him, she became quite numb. In fact, her dream was to be doctor in childhood days which couldn’t be fulfilled. Suddenly, she took out the metal and touched it. After a moment, she saw in the newspaper the headlines “Doctors sent to jail for taking the life of patient due to their carelessness” She satisfied herself with the news.
In this way, everytime, she felt depressed and crying, she took metal, and touched it and everything went smoothly.
Once, she lost her slippers while going for swimming. She searched all around but couldn’t gather courage to walk on bare foot. Suddenly, she touched the metal. After a while, she saw a girl who neither had slippers nor had legs to wear them but she was moving. At this time, she felt really touched and got reason to move ahead. That day, she reached her place walking on bare foot.
Days went on smoothly. She travelled many places of Nepal with three companions- books, cigarettes and the yellow metal.
She wrote many pieces and articles on her different feelings, thoughts and experiences. Some of them are:
COME ALIVE…
Nowadays,
many of us are struggling hard to chase the dreams seen by others. We
simply pick up a dream to be a doctor, engineer or something famous
because our parents, society want that. We don't give a single moment
from our tight schedules to discover our passion.. Sometimes we bury
our passions deeply because of something that has happened in our
life or out of the fear of what may be asked of us should we open
this area of our life. We cannot open ourselves to our passion or our
purpose until we are prepared to go beyond our comfort zone, scary
perhaps, rewarding definitely.
We
can begin to identify our passion when we ask ourselves questions
about what we really feel strongly about. What would we defend to the
death? What sparks our excitement? What is the most important thing
for us? What do we thoroughly enjoy in life? What makes us come
alive? What brings great joy? Maybe our answers are tentative at
first. Maybe we have more than one thing that sparks our passion.
That's fine. Sometimes our passion evolves as we pay attention to it.
When we allow ourselves time to explore our passion, more
opportunities for it will show up. We should grab that passion when
it is present. Finding our passion and expressing it in our life and
work is a wonderful way to make our life meaningful and fulfilling.
And isn't that what living is all about?
If
you discover that you have passion for art, music or something else,
go completely for it no matter where the majority are. When you are
inspired by a passion or purpose which lights up your life your world
expands beyond bounds and previously conceived boundaries and you
discover yourself to be a greater person than you can imagine. Along
your path of discovery there will be those that will endeavor to
discourage you. Do not let anyone steal them from your - do not be
distracted. It is only by persevering that you will achieve and live
out your passion and purpose. Never underestimate the greatness that
is in all of us. If we turn out the pages of history, greatest things
were created when there was a perfect blend of passion and devotion.
Albert Einstein, the man with beautiful mind discovered his passion,
toiled on it and finally gave the science new way. Could we know
Picasso if had chosen to be doctor or soldier? He had passion in art,
he went discovering himself and finally died ending up as Picasso,
the great artist.
If
there is no passion in your life, then have you really lived? So,
find your passion, whatever it may be. Become it, and let it become
you and you will find great things happen for you. Be gutsy, break
out all the limitations, go for your passion, work on it and finally
you will be the happiest fellow in this earth.
FOUNTAINS
OF PLEASURES
Reading
books is one of the wonderful charms of a cultured life. The man who
doesn't read book is imprisoned in his immediate world. It hits our
narrow, delicate, intolerant views with new ideas and strong facts.
It stimulates growing up instead of growing old. A good book takes a
reader to different countries or ages. W. Basil Worsfold says,
through literature we learn wisdom from Aristotle, geometry from
Euclid, law from Justinian and morality from Christ and St. Paul.
Creative literature attracts all. It nourishes youth, entertains old,
and solaces adversity. Really, it prepares us to face life
cheerfully. Good books let us into their own soul and lay open our
own secret. Reading is the great form of learning and enjoying. Let
us play with each words of book and explore the real happiness and
joy.
Sometimes
when we are required to read so many books that other people want us
to read, we forget that we can still read for ourselves. Reading
becomes an exercise in choking down as many pages as possible--while
retaining the relevant information for that test or essay. Then, when
we finally have the diploma or the degree (or we move on with our
lives), we breathe a huge sigh of relief. Yes, you may need a break
from reading... but don't let academia ruin the pleasure of reading
forever. Reading is fun. It's just a matter of remembering what you
once enjoyed reading. Get back to it!.
A
good book exists to please. It lightens the burden of men's lives, to
make them short for a while forget their sorrows, their silenced
hearts and their disappointed hopes. It excites thought, increases
our vitality and influences our personal conduct. A book is the only
place in which you can examine a fragile thought without breaking it,
or explore an explosive idea without fear it will go off in your
face. They are the true friends; they will neither flatter nor
dissemble. I am sure you live several lives while reading it. Anyone
who says they have only one life to live must not know how to read a
book.
All
books aren't the best. There is one saying "Don't read health
books, you may die of misprint". So, sometimes, they are fatal.
We can pick up a book from the libraries of our interest. It can be
literature, biography, or history and many more. Great poems and
novels also give us an insight to us. For a look, Shakespeare's
Macbeth mirrors our dishonest ambitions. I find television to be very
fruitful and educating. Every time somebody turns on the set, I go in
the other room and read a book.
One
day, somewhere if you feel lonely, don't get disappointed, be a
friend of a good book, conquer each word and play with them. You will
get the real pleasure.
SIMPLICITY MATTERS
Simplicity
is the finest way of living life. Simplicity implies beauty, purity
and clarity. Who doesn’t love a simple man? In fact, they are the
ones who are adored and wanted by all. Simplicity denotes truth. It
is the theme of Christian religion. According to St.Thomas Aquinas,
even God is infinitely simple. Simplicity is the greatest ornament of
man. It adds to his charm, personality and popularity.
Simplicity
matters a lot in everything. A reader gets more fascinated towards
the book due to its simplicity in writing and presentation. According
to E. F Schumacher, any fool can make things complicated, but it
requires a genius to make things simple. The beautiful element of
clarity comes along with the simplicity of the language. People
mostly try to avoid reading extra long paragraphs that are full of
exaggerations. A nice few short words make the sentences simpler for
the writer as well as the reader.
Simplicity is the inevitable
part of perennial wisdom that is promoted by many great thinkers and
visionaries. Although sometimes people think simplicity means a kind
of ‘hair-shirt’, simple dressing lifestyles, but they are not the
core point. Simplicity is a positive quality; when things are simple
they are well-made, they last forever,they are made with pleasure and
they give pleasure when used. According to Leonardo da Vinci,
simplicity is the ultimate sophistication. Simplicity requires fewer
egos and more imagination, less complication and more creativity,
less glamour and more gratitude, less attention to appearance and
more attention to essence.
Simplicity is the greatest
treasure. The value of the greatest achiever goes higher due to his
simplicity. In all, manner, character, the supreme excellence is
simplicity. There is a saying that beauty lies in simplicity. A woman
looks more beautiful when she is simple. The outer make ups is
temporary beauty but it soon fades away. In the same way, a man is
good,adorable when his simplicity is at his best. People don’t like
those who are proud and loud. And successful people are those who
always bow down whatever height they have reached. It is a fact that
all fruit trees always bow down when laden with fruits.
So,
simple living high thinking is the best way to live our life. So,
let’s be simple and be a model to other.
After travelling for several months around, she returned to home. On her way, a great tragedy for her happened. She lost that yellow metal. She searched around everywhere but being unable to find one, she decided to return home without it.
In her home, there was nothing exciting, same routine, same behavior and same process but one night a great tragedy occurred in her home and in her life.
That night, she arrived late and went to her sister’s room as usual. To a surprise, it was locked. She tried to push hard but she couldn’t. She thought her sister was asleep but some sounds were bouncing out from inside. Her curiosity raised high. So she used force to acme and made it opened.
Bang! The scene was really terrible. Her father was lying above her sister and she was made naked. The father was totally drunk and out of his consciousness. All her sister’s clothes were scattered around. Still he was using force and trying to rape her daughter.
She couldn’t control her anger; went near and tried to pull him back. Instead she was thrown away.
“Leave her dad! For the god sake, leave her”, she shouted but he didn’t listen. She couldn’t control herself, just picked a gun that was hung in the wall and pulled trigger to her father. Alas! The men slowly was about to vanish. Slowly, his body fell on the floor. Now, he was no more in this world. He was murdered by her own daughter. Simrika lied in one corner watching her naked sister up in the bed.
After that incident, she became like dead body; without any emotions, feelings.
The next day, the police reached the venue, arrested her and imprisoned her for seven years.
AFTER 7 YEARS
One officer reached her cell and opened the key and said “Now you are set free”.
In the office, there was his grandfather who came there to take her to her home. After the murder of her father, her grandfather was the one, who took the responsibility of her home. Though he knew she murdered his son but he knew the reality behind it. In a way, he had done good justice for her family and her sister.
In Simrika’s room, there was a big window, by its side there was a cozy sitting place. She used to spend most of a time there. Window became her good companion. After some considerable days, she became interested in playing guitar in her own way, without rhythm and listening to the music.
She got addicted on playing guitar more and more, going to the window, glaring
at the outsiders, sometime playing guitar, listening to music had became her daily schedules. To her, the worlds shown by the window was only the real world. She had no idea how the world was moving and where it was.
In her view, she could see different incidents happening day by day. Some were running fast, some were lying on the street, some met with accident, vehicles, couples fighting with each other, throwing anger against each other, and many others.
Once, she saw a crowd of birds outside. Suddenly, one man hit one bird with stone. All bird flew away except that one. Its wings were hurt badly, bloods were out. It was fighting with pain, struggling there. Really, it seemed it was a cruel and bad pain. It tried hard and suddenly it flew away and reached with its crowd.
Simrika was moved this time. She compared herself with that bird. Though that bird was badly hurt, it eventually met its group. She realized she should move forward in life but every time she did, she was pulled back by that last night.
That was the last night where she could last take a glimpse of her father. That night, when a father raped her daughter and how a daughter killed her father.Now, he was no more.
When she always remembered this, all her body started becoming cold and her mind completely went in the past. The feeling of insecurity always arouse in her.
All were going with a flow but Simrika still lost in her past, trying to move a little forward but again becoming helpless and moving to a square one.
Whenever she tried to think, feel like others and move a step forward that night incident, her father act made her to hate the people in this world.
She used to take a step back in her life, she remembered how amazing her life was and that may be, just may be the reason that she liked living that way.
Amidst the scene she saw through the window, her eyes were mostly focused on Sandwich Park. Sandwich Park was the cafe which was opulent for organic coffee and sandwich. The wooden table, art, crafts were the TLC of the café. It wasn't big enough but was a cozy place to enjoy and relax. It wasn't pack always but wasn't empty also. Some visited as a time pass; some for lunch but it was prominent for dating and junction.
Its customers were also of various kinds. Some were old, some foreigners, some lawyers and mostly young folks. She had seen many jamborees of guys and girls for the purpose of dating and get together.
Some were tall, some were dark, some had bike, some had car, among these costumer there was one regular costumer.
He was a guy of about 21,long hair like Jim Morrison, rough clothes, guitar in his hand, a novel by his side and a cigarette in his hand.
He was different from the rest. He used to always arrive there at 2,spent 3-4 hours, read novel, sometime play guitar, sometime order coffee, puff the cigarette and left place on his bike. He never talked with anyone. He didn't have friends to chat and girlfriend to date. What classic about him was the bike.
When he sat there, he was completely in the novel, sometime looked up at the window where the beautiful lady was, sometime puffed his cigarette releasing out the smoke and again going back to novel. The novels were usually of Paulo Coelho.
The window lady got more interested to the guy. When clock stroke 2 and she heard the sound of bike, her eyes shifted to Sandwich Park. Now slowly the feelings of being human had started being inside her.
What made her so was not still sure, maybe she was struggling out to come off her past and live a normal life. Whenever she saw that guy she had a feeling like going near and flash out all her feelings, memories which were struggling to come out.
She sometime started thinking of going to streets and shouting with great amplitude and energy, sometimes wanting to be wild, loving people, being loved by others. But time and again her past memories made her to hate the people and think that they are just the selfish.
One day, guy came in bike, saw up at the window it was empty. He ordered coffee and sat in same place in same way.
That day she was taken out for her check up. Really, it was a boring visit, she hated the crowd. Above, the sun was struggling to find place among the dark clouds.
When she returned back home, she felt like going to park as she was drenched due to rain. This time she asked her grandfather and he was really happy to hear her voice after long time and he allowed her.
She went there and ordered coffee and sat outside by his side. It was good place to spend time.
Full
ac inside, wooden chair around, peaceful environment, bunch of lights
hanging around and pleasant environment was there around. The rain
began dropping down. The air became colder and colder, made her
shiver. Some were with their bfs and gfs sharing in gloomy
environment.
In real, she was looking forward to talk with him, share all her pains and take a step forward leaving besides all her past. She wanted to live but the flash back of her past that made her again pull back.
Luckily, she gathered courage and thought of speaking with the guy. Coincidentally, that guy asked her,
"DO you have matches?"
Girl kept a silence for a while and nodded her head. The boy again asked ,"you are the same lady, I used to see in that window, ya?, I always see you there in same window, What’s your name?"
“Simrika” She replied, and then she paused for a while. The boy looked at her and kept a silence for a while. The girl again asked “You are the regular customer here, what you actually do?"
"I am guitarist and writer, I learn and teach guitar. We have band. I write articles and read novels in my leisure period. I love travelling. I sometime saw you there playing guitar, are you interested in guitar?"
"Yup" she replied. "I love music, I listen rock. I am not a classic guitar player but I try to play with them."
The
boy again puffed smoke and spoke after the silence "I listen
Nepali pop and heavy metal, really they are doing great."
"I am really interested in guitar, but i don't have proper medium to learn It." said she.
He took his coffee. Rain began dropping quite heavy this time. So he spoke with more energy.
"I have a guitar book at home, if you are really interested i will provide you tomorrow."
"ya, sure" she says. Suddenly there was call from her grandfather.
She took sip of coffee and left half empty and said "ok. Have to leave see you soon, bye".
She hurried through the rain.
She found the boy really interesting. He was really different from the rest of the guys. Her lost feelings were struggling to grow again. Among the groups he was only the guy, she longed to talk, share and speak up with. She was really moving ahead in life. She started liking the sun, feeling the hotness and loving the nature and cycles. She started knowing this world and the people. Before this, the world to her was the only the scene shown by the window but now she had started realizing its greatness and horizon.
She had become like a drug addict who never care about the world. The entire world she lived in was all in all.
Next day, she went to coffee earlier than the guy, environment was little chilly and gloomy, sun was in hide and seek with the clouds. So, she ordered two coffee of Nepali taste. She sat outside, tried to play with guitar without rhythm. Flipping through pages of novel and somehow waiting for the guy.
Then the guy appeared, came near to Simrika and put guitar and guidebook of guitar in the table. She looked and smiled and went on playing guitar in her own way. She looked at the book but couldn't understand what there was. It all contained about notes and rhythm.
Boy took out the note book and started writing something.
After listening to the sound play by guitar, he closed his notebook and came near the girl. And slowly took her guitar.
He said, "okey, sing your favourite song" he started playing notes.
She started song of Bryan Adams…………………………………
She was really a good singer. Her soft voice and guitar were perfectly sounding, he was also a great player. Really the environment was too cool and musical. The boy then tried to teach how to play the guitar, how to read the notes and rhythms. She kept on listening as the good student.
Their coffee arrived and song was given a pause.
The boy asked, "By the way I again forgot your name, what is it?."
She replies, "I am Simrika and what about you?”
"Kazim" said he. They went on talking for the hours. They sometime talked about the sandwich park and its customer, sometimes about the environment and sometimes about writing.
"I feel really comfortable here, I forget my pain of my life. When I sometime feel lonely, want to talk to someone, I just come here.
“Well! Don’t you have partner, or you broke with him." she interrupted,
"Nope, I don't have and what about you?" he asked.
"NO,” she replied.
“Are you here looking for one around streets who passes by” she asked with little smile.
“Every dog running after car doesn’t mean he wants to be its driver, likewise every boy looking after girl doesn’t mean he wants to be their boy friend “ he replied with considerable smile on his face.
“Actually I didn't feel such any day, where I was in love. Love can't happen anytime, anywhere and with anybody. To fall in love, minute and second hand of a clock of two heart must point exactly to the same hour. If that doesn't happen and we go on crying that we are in love, then simply a lust which eventually results in lost, I think guys make partner for to have sex and time pass only.
“I may be wrong also but people i had met up to now had undoubtedly proved my sayings." Continued he.
"Ya, you are right but i don't think all guys and girls are same as others. I think the boys pay to girls because he wants to have real satisfaction in life." says she.
They were paused for a while.
After that he started writing in the notebook.
"What are you writing?" asked she
"I am completing my poem. I write a article and poem in my good time "says Kazim.
"Oh, that’s superb, can you read out that for me, please." She shared she was too much interested in writings.
He began :
Darkness
in light.......
you may wonder wat I m talking, darkness in light
but its gone be happen, its true n i m right
no matter how bright may be the sun
one day it will stop n may nt b on n on.
u may say there cant be dark in light
there is, its just u cant c its sight.
Just the crowd see only smile
when pain is darkened for a while.
Success is the light that is seen
insecurity is the darkness that is in.
Take ur life as a huge dark
n ur death as light n c how u can put a mark.
if u can't c dark in light
u r the fool, that can never might
u may say blind has only dark
he has inner light that makes him walk.
Never be always happy that u got a light
darkness is there on rest for a while.
i take myself as a huge dark
so that i can see light when i have a talk.
……………………
She did like the poem. She got more into the guy and found him as more interesting guy.
He wasn't as bore as he seemed. Next day also, they chat on the same place but on different topics. This time, about their personal life.
"Did you listen the name of Raghav Thapa?" says Kazim.
"Hmm... that top businessman of country who became lunatic" shared she
"Ya, he is my father. He is made lunatic. One day; his partner fraud him. He was charged heavy loan due to this. We lost all our huge business empires. There was a day where we had to struggle for single food also. Days were tough. My mother however managed to open a hotel through the support of my maternal uncle. I sometime help her. This is my story and what about you?"
She felt little gauche to share her own. So she remained silent this time.
In order to make her comfortable he decided to read her out two of the articles he had
written. He took out notebook and went on saying.
She was little sad .
For her, He read out from his notebook :
He turned out his note and selected the best one for her and began reading:
OPTIMISM
Optimism
is the powerful tool to conquer the happiness.It is the last and best
option to adopt when we discover that we can't win the game by
anything else.Optimism is an inclination to put the most favorable
construction upon actions or to anticipate the best possible
outcome.It is the energy which gives us power to think
that
everything is possible.It enlightens us to feel that we live in the
best of all worlds.No matter what is happening around us, if
we
can develop our positive attitude at the core of our being, we will
equip ourself to survive any challenge, any disappointment,
any
crisis, and any source of upset.An optimist always thinks that some
terrific will happen no matter how dark the present.
An
optimist always hopes a glimpse of light even in a scary
darkness.
If a door is closed, an optimist tries for next door or make a door
himself.A common conundrum illustrates optimism-versus-pessimism with
the question, does one regard a given glass of water, filled to half
its capacity, as half full or as half
empty?
Conventional wisdom expects optimists to reply, "Half full,"
and pessimists to respond, "Half empty" . An
optimist
thinks
the entire world belongs to him. Optimism develops
confidence
that eventually results success.Pessimist always complains about the
problem whereas an optimist tries to find the solution for it. An
opimist can create a new way whereas pessimist doesn't see any
way.
Optimism
does have positive influence on other also.Once, there were two
business partners. Unluckily,one partner lost 2 billions in share.
So, he felt very guilty and couldnt face his partner. He even tried
of winding up his life for that huge loss. Surprisingly his partner
came and thanked him that he lost only 2 billions and further added
if there were other, they would have lost further
more.
These positive words influenced that depressed partner so much that
he toiled himself and made the business in profit instantly. Finally,
their business became opulent.
People
who consistently exhibit a positive attitude are more likely to stay
healthier, look fitter, and recover faster from any illnesses they do
undergo. There is certainly something about optimism that goes far
beyond merely being “upbeat” or “perky” — it’s a way of
thinking and a way of living that actually improves our overall sense
of wellbeing.Instead of viewing an illness as proof of how hopeless
life is, an optimist looks it as the body’s way of telling that
something needs to change, and then work on changing it.Optimism is
the best cure for the patient who is not sure wether he will recover
or not.
Without
optimism, you don't even dare to move. So be optimist, have some guts
and achieve the success eventually.
Never give up
"Good timber does not grow with ease, the stronger the wind, the stronger the trees"
-J. WILLARD MARRIOTT
Success is the final outcome of many hard experiments and bad failures. We should all understand that if we don't get the desired outcome we want, then it is simply feedback. Humans have learned only through mistakes. Nothing is impossible in this world if we have real motivations and desire to achieve it. Failure is the small obstacle that tries to pull us back. Many obstacles can be found in our way and make us fail but we should go on with new strategies and more energy.
History has shown time and again that if people maintain the belief systems that encourage them, they will keep coming back with enough actions and enough resourcefulness to succeed eventually. Abraham Lincoln lost some elections, but he continued to believe in his ability. He refused to be cowed by his failures and finally he achieved it. When he did, he changed the history of his country.
Sometimes people produce result simply because they don't know something is impossible. There is a story of a young man who fell asleep during his math class. He woke up as the bell rang, looked up at the blackboard and quickly copied two problems that were there. He thought they were the homework. He went home and labored all day and night. He couldn't figure out either one, but he kept trying for weeks and finally he got answer to one and brought to the class. The teacher was absolutely stunned. It turned out the problem he'd solved was supposedly unsolvable. If he had known that he probably wouldn't have solved it.
Dedications, hard work, motivations are the key components of success. If people had given up, then would have been still in that Stone Age. People are now able to reach other planets and moon also. If Einstein had given up then, we wouldn't have seen the atom bomb and if Thomas Edison had given up after his 9,999 times of failure, then we would have been still living in darkness. We must thank to his failures and most importantly his courage and dedications to his work.
Our doubts are traitors. The fear of failure makes the things impossible to achieve. Many struggles, failures, complications make the final product really beautiful. The timber tree becomes tougher when it bears heavy winds. Future is really uncertain. We don’t know what the result may be. The result that is obtained easily may not be as beautiful and perfect as the result obtained with great struggles and failures.
We know that failure is temporary but giving up makes it permanent. So never give up, always go on.
She requested him to show some of his best works. This time, he showed his two piece, one article and other story about his friend-
WHAT MEN WANT FROM WOMEN??
All women out there…please listen to what we boys have to say….and girls agree to this alright..!!.. lol
MEN WANT IMPERFECTION
It’s okay my dear opposite sex pals if you are flawed. It’ll go well with our blemishes. Nothing annoys us more than someone who’s always chirping like a bird, whose outfits doesn’t match her. Its okey if your hair doesn’t shine or is too short.We need a little friction. We don’t need sexy move or walk like cat. The typical screen heroine with screaming like oouch! Ouch!! and may go well with a bag of popcorn. When it comes down to real life we don’t want someone unknowingly perfect. We want real and true friend and companion..
So go ahead, honey, open a can of beer and watch that serials(kuynki saas vi kabhi bahu thi) all week and . . Don’t mind our menacing scowls and threatening looks. Just remember, diamonds are very pretty and animals are also too sexy coz they dnt wear. So just relax girls!!
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