Petals of Life

In Celebration of Being Alive By Dr. Christiaan Barnard More and more, as I near the end of my career as a heart surgeon, my thoughts have turned to the consideration of why people should suffer. Suffering seems so cruelly prevalent in the world today. Do you know that of the 125 million children born this year, 12 million are unlikely to reach the age of one and another six million will die before age of five? And, of the rest, many will end up as mental or physical cripples. My gloomy thoughts probably stem from an accident I had few years ago. One minute I was crossing the street with my wife after a lovely meal together, and the next minute a car hit me and knocked me into my wife. She was thrown into the other lane and stuck by a car coming from the opposite direction. During the next few days in the hospital I experienced not only agony and fear but also anger. I could not understand why my wife and I had to suffer. I had eleven broken ribs and a perforated lung. My wife ...

A zentangle dedicated to my brother's passion (guitar) and my pastime (piano) x

मैं चाँदनी उस निखरे चाँद की, मैं साहिल उस अगाध समुन्दर की, मैं पढ़ाव उस बीहढ़ मंजिल की, मैं इनाम उस अद्भुत खोज की, मैं भंवर उस भयंकर बवंडर की, मैं गजल उस शौकीन शायर की, मैं समा उस जुनून भरी प्यार की, मैं प्याली उस नशीली शराब की, मैं पैमाना उस अनन्त आसमान की, मैं प्रेरणा उस कल्पनात्मक चित्रकार की, मैं खजाना उस उत्सुक अन्वेषी की, मैं साधना उस अपेक्षी तपस्वी की, मैं सब कुछ इस असीम जहान की, पर मैं बंधी तेरे दिल के कारागार की ।।

We enter the world crying, but smile at mother's love, and slowly we learn to rejoice, and count the blessings from above. We cry on first day to school, we don't let go of parents hand, but then we make friends, and they become our own band. We work hard to get to college, the education for bright future, tears and tantrums and exams, ending in the success we capture. We land in a job that feeds us, it makes us both happy and sad, but it gives us a sense of achievemnt, a triumph over the good and bad. Then too soon it is that time, when life tells you to start over, yes it is the retirement time, when time starts to go slower. Life gives you more time now, to catch up with what you missed, to play and bounce with your kids, and your wife waiting to be kissed. There's time now to bring back, those hobbies that you left half way, those vacations that you planned, on the beachy shores of the bay. Retirement is just a reminder, that life has been w...

I want those days back When I laughed with my heart And friends made promises To never let go, never be apart When I could play all the day With not a worry in my mind When I could hide anywhere Yet my friends would find I want those days back When I could smile and win When nothing was difficult And enemity faded with a grin When I could eat with greed Yet could always share anything I could be just as choosy Yet accept all and every thing I want those days back When I could hug and cry When it was alright to lose And I was encouraged to try When the day started lazy and The night came without a hurry When change would bring tears Yet the past was easy to bury I want those days back When I could be more me When I could talk like me And I could live like me I want those days back...

మట్టిలో తొణికి పడిన నీరు ని చెర్చగలవా మళ్లీ పాత్ర లోకి? విరిగిన మనసుని అతికించ గలవా మళ్లీ నమ్మకం తోటి? పొయిన పరువాన్ని తీసుకు రాగలవా మళ్లీ ఈ శరీరం లోకి? చేదు అనుభవాలన...

So, first let me tell you the story behind this proverb. There was a rich landlord who had a pumpkin growing and selling business. The business was going well until one day the landlord noticed that his sales were dropping. It was not by much but there was a definite drop in the sales. So, he started going through the entire process of selling to find out what was going wrong. So he went to the pumpkin farm and saw all the farmers honesty growing the pumpkins and then reaping them. He went to the market and found his shops operating without a glitch. Finally, he went to the storage and found that instead of the hundred jute bags that held the pumpkins, only 98 were there. Every week he went to the storage and found that two bags were missing. One night he decided to go and and find out the thief himself. He went, hid himself behind a bush and saw his night watchmen patrolling the storage alert. He suddenly jumped out of the bushes and shouted aloud. “WHO DARES STEAL MY PU...