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Hello me and all!!


It has been a [not very :~) ] long time since I posted something. It's not writers block actually but its like having too many things to write about that I end up writing nothing...err is this what is called writers(bloggers) block ? Phew I am no writer anyways.


                                          A few more months to go:
The past few days I have been quite occupied with my masters application process and stuff. Goddamn it does take a lot of time and patience.Well I am 'almost' done for now and my fingers are crossed and all I hope, pray and dream is to get one I2o in the university of my choice. Yup I can feel the butterflies  in my stomach actually... tiny-little-ugly-fire-spitting-dragons. :~O But then again no point in thinking about things(or people) that I can't change or influence..right? But there is one thing I gotta mention. If I have ever  had any regrets (well once or twice I  did) of studying science and not engineering..they are all gone. Gosh I am so in love again with science .... Biotechnology has the same effects on me like blogging.has...liberating, fulfilling and a magical feel good factor.


A Lesson Learnt:
Actually we do have consultancies that make our work easier but Sru being the caring sis she is wants me to learn doing everything myself. I complain superficially but I feel satisfied that I am trying my best to become like her -independent and composed. She is the one person in my life I always tried and still try to emulate with not much success though.
Few days ago, Sru akka* sent me a story/article/feelings or whatever that is called with a note not to Publish or post it anywhere. It was one heartfelt touching story that she wrote about her patient. I'm not gonna say anything about it. But what touched me the most was the wonderful way my sis can write and yet be so humble. Where as I write non sense things and feel great about myself.


There are so many people around us who are far better than us  and just because they are humble and kind doesn't make them inferior to us. This is something I have always known but something I always tend to forget. :~)


Blame-Game:
I know a lot of people here love Blog a Ton...but I guess that wont stop me from blaming it for so many a reasons. BAT introduces us to so many wonderful blog and articles that I wanna read them all which is just impossible. I guess BAT is not for people like me...I mean I rather prefer having a close knit group of honest blog followers and blogs I follow where I can leave a honest comment rather than nice post or gr8 work :~P.


Maybe its just not BAT but I being the gal(woman? I'm 22 now) who  can be easily influenced by new fantasies have been quite busy with other nonsense things. But I guess, blogging being the only constant thing I ever had in my life tends to allure me back each time I drift away and find myself LOST. I happened to see that I have been blogging since 2006....Gosh!! I stilll can't believe..Yeah, I was a stupid foolish blogger initially (and haven't become better either ) but then again I doing something for 5 long years is unbelievable. Applauds..I wanna celebrate :~P 


                                           B'Day Timez:
Celebration? Reminds me of two things..Let me wish the sweet friend & brother Blogger has introduced me --Yeah Saurabh-A very Happy Happy Birthday. May all your dreams come true! And the second thing is that its Kali's birthday on the 30th of jan-the one day she asks about every day of the year. I hope my plans to make the bestest b'day ever work out well.Yes you are more than welcome to share your ideas with me to on that. :~)


To Do:
Hmm...I remember I still have to complete the Tag that Caxhor tagged me, Got to share my Best Follwer Award generously given by Rohit Dassani, gotta write something important about  mosquito that Tejesh is secretly waiting to read and write more about my sweet Angel Kali.  

All will be done soon. Hopefully. :~)
Till the next time you visit my blog,
Have a happy time all of you!


With love and a smile,

SivArchana.

The writer-Blog-a-ton 6

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 6; the sixth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

The Writer  (Blog-a-ton 6)

He sat on the bench that cold winter evening. It was past 6 and the sun began to set. Being the only regular visitor to this park, he loved it for sole reason that it provided the best solace to his lonely life. The park being  almost in ruins was rarely if ever was visited by anyone. He watched the sun set every evening hoping someday an end would come to all the miseries in his life. And this particular bench he sat that evening gave him the best view of the sunset as he wandered in his thoughts ranging from dismay to helplessness, helplessness to hope and hope to courage.

Life to him has always been an uphill climb. One huddle after the other he bravely faced and overcame. He felt so very depressed sometimes that he even considered to end it sometimes. But his aim that he made up in his younger school days kept him going.

‘Everyone in life should have a dream to follow. A dream that shall bring fulfillers to one’s life. And that dream shall lead you all your life’, his social studies teacher told him one day in school. These lines had a very stong impact on his seven year old mind.He pondered for a week to decide what his aim in life should be. One late Sunday evening he decided and wrote it down in the only note book he had,sitting  on the same bench he sat this evening, 15 years later.

This particular evening he felt low and at a loss of zeal to live his life. Problems to him were never new. He faced them right from the day he was born. Even before he knew what pain and pleasure meant.

He was an orphan, left at the footsteps of an orphanage, one cold winter night. He had thin clothing that barely could protect a year old baby from the freezing harsh cold. For how long he endured the cold that night nobody knew. When the caretaker-Rehman a stern, overbuilt, dark man in his early 30’s saw the life filled doll in shabby clothes, was only disappointed. The orphanage was running short of funds that insufficiently provided the children with one meal per day. But the moment Rehman held the baby he couldn’t ignore the mesmerizing smile and the twinkling glow in his eyes . He named him ‘Muskaan’ immediately and later added a prefix ‘Shiva’ when he saw a Shiva’s locket tied around the baby’s right wrist.

To respect all religions was he believed in. Since his duties as the caretaker taught him to be the guide, teacher, friend, father and also mother to the orphans. He made it a point that he would live a life of morals and values so that it had the right effect on the orphans whom he embraced as his own children. To see them grow, settle in their lives and live a life making the society better is what he strived for. Though Muskaan was a favorite of Rehman, life to him was not fair. Muskaan was a brilliant, hardworking student. His unadultered interest and sincerity in studies made Rehman take an extra step of kindness by sponsoring Muskan’s education. He spent more on Muskan rather than his own daughter Zubeena education.

Zubeena and Muskan studied together and belonged to the same age group. They spent most of the time together and it was no wonder the feelings of love bloomed from their friendship.

None was surprised when Muskaan made his confessions to Rehman about his love for zubeena. Rehman remained calm and heard to whatever Muskaan had to tell. But he was a father after all and had his own worries. He did not want his daughter to live a life of suffering as he did. Though it was hard for him he told Muskaan to leave the Orphanage at once and come back to ask his daughters hand when he settled in his life.  Muskaan left his home the next day.

After an year of complete struggle, Not finding any suitable job, he lost all the desire and hope to live. All the memories of the past surged in his mind, intensifying the pain in his heart. Muskaan had no choice but leave the park as the old watchman reminded him it was time to shut the gates of the park.Muskaan began to take slow steps toward the exist. He stopped, when the old watchman called onto him. You left your bag at the bench he said giving a  bag of books. Muskaan tried to tell him they did not belong to him. But the old watchman was in a hurry and told Muskaan that nobody ever visited the park apart from him. Muskaan had no choice but to take the books with him after finding no one in and around the park.

That night Muskaan out of pure loneliness and despair started reading those 7 books he found. Each page he read filled him with inspiration and every word with courage. The books had all kinds of stories…Stories of love, kindness, jealousy, fame, success, war and even death. As days passed on, Muskaan turned into a new man with more determination and optimism towards fulfilling his dreams.

3 years passed by. Muskaan was now married to Zubena and had a year old son. Rehman was only too happy to see them, taking care of the new orphanage and school Muskaan built. Muskaan planned to open a old age home soon. They were all happy with their lives. 

One day Muskaan while giving an interview for a national news channel, remembered about the books that inspired him to achieve his aim of building a school and orphange. That day he decide he would go and meet the author of the books that so influenced him.

He reached the address mentioned in the last page of every book along with the authors photo. An old lady in her mid 60’s told him to come inside when he inquired about Anthony. She bought him a photo of Anthony and asked him if it was about him he was asking for.

‘Yes that’s him, the author of the 7 books that changed my life’, he said.

What? He never wrote any books and Anthony left this world 25 years ago. He wished to become a writer. But he never could”, she said with tears in her eyes.

But I have the books with me, Muskaan told her. But when he tried to find the bag of the books he left in the car. He could not. He left the old lady with an apology.

2 years later, Muskaan became the author of 6 books that became the best sellers, read and loved by everyone around the world.

The day he finished the 7^th book…he took all the 7 books in a cover and left them on the bench in the park that cold night. The next morning he came to saw that the books were no longer there. The old watchman told him that he was the last one to leave and first one to come since yesterday  and that he knew nothing about the books.

That day Muskaan left the park with a smile.

The last line in all the books that Muskaan wrote was,

“The dead have many stories to tell”, nobody but Zubeena understood what he meant.

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Career & Life

Life and Career- Are not two different things that happen at two different times in life.

Hai all.

The following is an extract from a letter I wrote to somebody hoping it could help them to sort out few things. I think I failed in my attempt…but anyways I am posting this with not much editing so that some day in future I would not be clueless in understanding the life I want to live. J

The following will make only sense to those who are currently consumed up with their unhappy career that life to them seems meaningless. If you do not belong to that genre…you can skip reading this but do read the P.S. and leave your answer.

Yes I do read back what I wrote in the past again and again so that the good part said will not be forgotten as I am blessed with a poor memory.

It’s good that you have this (strong) wanting of "Growing"(in career).
But dear<insert your name for more effectiveness: ~P)….What does 'Growing' in your terminology mean?

--->Getting rich?
--->getting famous?
--->Being appreciated for your hard work?
--->Buying a big bungalow and save lots of money so that you need to work no more?
--->All of the above?

Are all the rich people happy? Are all the poor unhappy? Money surely doesn't bring you happiness all the times. Not saying money is not important. Money is not everything though it is something crucial to keep you confident and secured. But there's never a limit to the amount of money you want to posses. Yes 1 lakh per month is your goal and it’s not that you are asking for too much but remember its 10 k or 100k it’s in no way going to change your state of happiness unless you really want to be happy.

Life is all about living it...not just dreaming and wanting those dreams to be true...It’s what you do to make them true that makes life worth living ......

Everybody gets their 15 minutes of fame in their lives, when it is your time you will get it. Don’t run after it. It’s seriously not worth pursuing after all its not going to be eternal.

Being appreciated...Remember the first person to appreciate your hard work should be you yourself. Nobody else will be ever able to understand the efforts you have taken, the pressure you have given yourself to accomplish that task or whatever. Look nobody has that time or heart for others so be good to yourself. Appreciate yourself not all the times but at least when you know you have really gone beyond your limits independent of the fact that you have been successful or failed. (at least you gave a try!)

Work is necessary to keep us sane so don’t ever dream of a life that would give you comforts without you working hard.

or
--->Just a plain simple job, that recognizes your work, pays you well, gives you enough of your time (Irony-Somebody else giving you your own time!) for things other than work?

The above thing is never going to happen ….simple job with a good pay scale etc etc. Tell me is there one single person who works without complaining? Nobody ever finds an Ideal job...but an ideal life? Yes they do.

Look the only possibilities in life are…

1) You work hard and still find time to relish your success and time for things that are imp. to you and be happy.

2) You work hard and find time for nothing else and be unhappy.

3) You don’t work hard and still be unhappy.


Things that are imp to us are those that will keep us happy.

<Your name> take time and think what are those things that are going to make and keep you happy?

Time with your family? /Time with your friends? / Time with yourself?

I do not know what really makes you happy….but it’s IMPORTANT for you to be aware of that. Before saying that you are not happy realize what really makes you happy.

Look watching TV makes kali happy,

Writing you long nonsense letters, painting though I know  I can never master it, growing plants, cursing my chemistry mam, blaming god or may be just looking at the passing clouds or getting drenched in the rain ...makes me happy.

It makes my mom happy to know that I’m happy.

Do not get used to working hard so much that you get used to becoming deaf to your needs. Do not get used to the feeling that you cannot be happy and nothing is in your hands.

Everything is in your hands. Everything happens just the way you want it to. Before saying that something is wrong know what is correct. And then start working, to replace the wrong with the correct.

Enjoy your life to the fullest and be cool nothing is going to happen against your will.

You know what someday in future you will be proudly telling everybody about how hard you used to work at the start of your career and all such things! You will be happy because you know you have struggled and will be satisfied at a later point in life, with your success coz you know you have put in the rite efforts and fully deserve it.

And now if you felt this to be stupidity  from my side to write all this  then just smile < name> ...I wrote this bcoz writing makes me happy and ha the other thing though least possible is that it would help you to understand what you want in life.

Work is worship but it’s not the only thing you need to do the whole day. Plan your day...give time for other imp things too...may be a minute to look at the sunrise, may be a morning walk, a long warm bath, few minutes doing your favorite puzzle or crossword, reading your favorite book- a page a day, take a minute( I would take an hour) to look at yourself in the mirror or may be counting the stars, or may be sometimes just don’t do anything-lie down and daydream, Start doing things you always wanted to and things that you were always scared of.......

<Your name>...There’s a saying that if you can’t stand the heat come out of the kitchen. If you think you are in the wrong place come out of it.
And God never places us in a situation that we cannot handle.

All that matters….is to live the life to the fullest happilyJ

P.S.

When we write a letter and send it to someone. Does that content belong to the writer or the receiver?

Do I still have a right to publish this here??

Yippee!!!

The end of 2009,Full moon,Lunar eclipse,Blue moon .....enough to make me stop feeling blue. :~)

Yes! I am  damn so so happy rite now! My plans for this New Year was to sleep early so that I could stick to my resolution of waking up early(before 10am at least) everyday. But the strike of 00 hours and 30 seconds...a few friends did remember to call me and wake me up :~P And then...........

                           This is what I see from my balcony.

This what I see from my terrace.

A close up.

And one more close up! 

                 I have no idea why this photo came like this.But all I can say is 'Wow'!


P.S. There is more to see can ever be seen.More to do can ever be done.There's  far too much to take in here, More to find than can ever be found.(from the song Circle of life in the movie Lion King.)
Hakuna mata everbody :)