Why Women Live Longer than Men ! Remembered.

                              The age old Presentation that i still remember down the ages. One one fine morning my aunt mailed in a email titled.

" Why Women Live Longer than Men "

And this marvelous presentation is what i found in it. 

Its Quite Fascinating !

Chivalry explained: from knights of honour to women's lib - Telegraph

                         I recently stumbled on a blog in 'The Telegraph' by  Emily Gosden on chivalry and its change in meaning from the medieval time to the modern era .It is but sad that that humans forge forward in all realms known to him he has lost every bit of grace he ones donned. As people has claimed chivalry to be feminist and a lot more. I doubt of times when people would treat each other with respect and dignity will ever exist in the future we are to be part of.

Chivalry explained: from knights of honour to women's lib - Telegraph

Discovery of Passion Within !

                         There are times in one mans life when he actually does things for himself, There are things that are done because they give you sheer joy. There are time when it is passion that drives you. These are the times when your work starts talking by themselves. All of a sudden you have a master piece sitting right in front of you that you never ever realized or believed you could create and you do certainly doubt creating one ever again. We all do have our moments. But the real problem seems to be recreating them.

                         To have our little "eureka" moments time and again is a tremendous feat or so our belief, actually it is not!. It is very possible that we can continue to create master pieces one after the other, as if they were coming out of a production line. How to do it ?. Now that's a very reasonable question to ask. A straight forward and obvious question, but the answer seems largely vague. To hit the target once is one thing, but to hit it consistently is an entirely different matter. But if are able to strike the right note every once in a while then with a little bit of dedicated soul searching , One can discover the musician in himself. To be able to discover it requires effort and a great deal of planning as well.

                          I have no interest what so ever in making this sound like a herculean task, because it is not . It is rather simple and very naive. All you have to do is believe, believe that you can do it and your problems are solved. Let me guess! you are not impressed. Now, that is the real problem. Even when the way is clear it is not always easy to follow the road, The problems faced in execution are two. A little starting trouble or way too much distractions.



                          To get you started is the most fundamental part of any venture, So is it to discovering your passion. You are reaching no where if you never get started. The fundamental part is to get the belief that you can do it. Once the stone gets rolling it will keep on doing so. But even before starting on the journey one should identify what is it that he intends to attain from the journey. If you are sure of the goals you  are sure to get them, One definitely need to be doing something that he thinks he is passionate about. Trying to unlock the passion for something that one considers to be mundane is mundane.

                          Select your task and prepare oneself to be amazed ones on deeds. Unlock all the courage that have been mustered up for this and get going. be daringly innovative and how can one do that, just don't keep any of your fabulous ides to oneself as you can never be sure which of your "foolish" idea is going to be the global trend setter tomorrow. To passion will unlock and release itself once one has the belief in oneself and  is doing what he is passionate about.

                          See a dancer or a singer perform , observe they do it for the love of the thing they do . no body is forcing on them then they are able to tap into the potential locked deep inside them. They have discovered the way to it, for them it is their art. so shall one discover the passion in the things they do for themselves.

                          Anyone and everyone can perform great feats, they are capable of miraculous things. Once aware of ones true potential and capability and confident of it great work can be done. Just most people are born , live and eventually die unaware of what they are capable of, what they could have achieved. They end up believing that all great men are born different. Of course, they are different, Its not that they are born different, they think different, believe different and see different. They are everything that everyone are capable of, but had failed to realize their potential or have given up long before they stared trying.

                          Humans are great species capable species. All of us are part of this magnificent creation of god and are capable in equal quantities. All is that one should hear their true calling and be bold enough to chase their dreams. Life is short and life is great. Waste it not Live it .

So she came and So she went : My fist love

                             True Love happens once some say, and some say love is just a discovery and just like any discovery, Its is the product of great persistence. I do fall under the latter school of thought. Some are truly lucky to find themselves getting right on the very first time and some just need to keep trying so hard that they loose themselves from love just before they discover it. I do believe that the discovery of love itself is so great a feeling, especially since in this world when many do die before they get a chance to taste something so pure.

                             When for the very first time, I got the taste of love i was in 8th grade, Being born where I am and being raised how I have been, it was altogether a different world for me. Love may be a breather, but it did suck hell out me, On that day, when the dew drops had hardly settled, the sun so warm, sitting by the cold metal window of the dreary school bus, I saw her. She was exceptional, something so magnificent to my eyes that I have seen none so exquisite and splendid that time slowed around me. My eyes followed her as she entered the bus and disappeared in the crowd. I still remembered how her dark hair flew with wind and how lips curled as the cold wind teased her cheeks and turned them rosy.

              

                             Its just wonderful what love does to you, There certainly is something in it that transcends yourselves and radiates itself to whole world. It will manifest in ways that you may have never imagined yourself. Some write some sing and some paint, they discover themselves in areas that may have once seemed alien for them. That matter set aside, the next few days went by so slow are so fragile, tranquility all around. I almost discovered my love for nature with it, I ended up appreciating all those small things that once I never saw. I enjoyed the sun and the rain alike, everything was so beautiful. Love lets you see things differently.                                                                            

                             Every day I would rush to class sit in my desk and wait for her to walk in, Somehow my friends got the smell of it, but never knew the girl at least not until years later. I could hardly keep my eyes of her did everything possible to escape her gaze, and there i was fairly successful. You may ask why i was so scared in her catching me staring her. I too have no idea why it scared me so much, But of all the things that killed my sleep, this was the top scorer.

                             The end was not a very good one for this beautiful love story of mine, When after two years of desperately losing my mind on her I came up with courage to tell her my state of mind. She simply turned me down, That was so unbelievable when heard and that incident has for the very first time made me think of the words " being heartbroken ". The days that followed were very bad but some where down the lane i caught my reins and sat down to think. The process somehow enabled me to convince myself to let my wounds heal naturally.Those days i felt the prick like no other, What pains does a teen has to bear than that !, Those things that were taken so seriously feels so stupid now.

                             Thinking of those days i feel that the days in love and the days after the heart break both has taught me a lot, like any boy in the part of growing up , the ability to not to lose faith has served well. I will tell you why one should never lose faith, It is very possible that the heartbreak may be just the beginning of something wonderful and if it is so, how can you be sure of being damned even before giving life a chance to make up ? As wonderful as love is so is the small things that are taught by it.

                             

                             The sweet little girl i saw on that wet day is the image of my very first love, and as days and years have gone by, these memories has just got ever the more dearer. Later as I have gone on to find my real love over several years of break ups and patch ups I can only be thankful, for love and all the wonders it brought along. 

Back for Good...................

Its been a long time i have been intending to come back to blogging , and as always ' now ' seems to be a pretty good time for that to be done . For the last couple of days I was having the thought quite strong too ...

Now that i am back i indent to stay !

I  will write and i will publish . Hope you guys like it :)