Drops of Nostalgia !!

Look at life as a whole....It's like a big ocean...An ocean is made of drops of water.....Life is made of drops of memories, of events, of people, of things....

Events.Occasions.Moments.Incidents.Reasons

So many things happen in our lives, so many people walk in and
pass by...
Each drop holds some sort of significance, each drop has a story
to tell...Each drop makes me nostalgic, reminds me of a memory.

Certain events have a tendency to repeat themselves in our life.
It's like, sometimes, life has an "Action Replay" button....The
same incident, the same moment, maybe the same people too...
But it's a new You... But these events still remind you of the last
time they took place... And somehow you don't think it's the new
You...

Life has its ways of playing games.. Of repeating events that
leave a mark in your life..And these events don't have to be nice
all the time.. A fight, an argument..same person. same words,
same emotions but somehow its a new person from your
end experiencing it.. I have had set my of "Action replay"
moments and it fascinated me...

It fascinated me because I could feel those same emotions all
over again... Nostalgia hit me in the form of some emotions and
feelings... For instance, the day i'm expecting my board exam
results, I could feel that excitement and nervousness...the tension,
the nail-biting nervousness, the anticipation, all of it came
back to me.....

These emotions and feelings are a very important part of my life..
These are the drops in my ocean... Nostalgic drops...because
these are a part of my yesteryear's and are the foundation to
my today and tomorrow....

Store it in a bottle !!

There are moments in your life that you wish you could have held on to forever....
There are some people who you wish had never left
There are some walks you wish had lasted forever
There are certain feelings you wish would experience over and over again

There are some miles that are hard to miss
Laughter that is always heard
Signs of love and friendship
That would make the dullest days bright

So here is a wish.....That may all these moments, experiences and feelings be stored in a tiny bottle of hope, faith and love....That they remain in my heart forever!

Me !!!

She Has Secrets You'll Never Know Or Understand,
She Appears So Strong On The Outside,
But On The Inside Her World Is Spinnin Upside Down.
Shes Smiling And Standing Tall to The Outer World,
Shes Crying And Breaking Down In Her Inner World.
She Appears So Happy to Her Mates,
But Alone, She Shares Her Tears With Her Pillow.
She Knows Not to Get Her Hopes Up,
As They Always Come Crashing Down.
Shes Heard It All Before & Felt It All....
Shes Experienced More Then Her Fair Share.
1 Touch, & She'll Flinch
1 Harsh, Word & She'll Cry
1 Bad Moment, & She'll Break Down
She Trusts No1, Because The People She Has, 
Hurt Her & Leave Her to Pick Up The Pieces
She Believes No1, Because The People She Has, Lie & Betray Her.
So For Now She'll Keep to Herself
& Pretend Everything Is Fine,
When Everything Is Wrong ....
I Know This Girl, Because This Girl...
Is Me !!!

Miles to go before I sleep !

How do you react when you feel inadequate or under qualified ? When more effort than you have ever imagined you are capable of, doesn't get you results that are even half as satisfactory! What am I doing wrong you ask ? 

Its a crushing thought, the thought of having to accept mediocracy. But just when it seems like a long dark tunnel, wisdom shines in four bright lines......

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

Life may not have prepared you for this in terms of knowledge to deal with it. But life has given you emotional strength to look at things calmly, the will to work harder and smarter, the intellect to analyse what's going wrong, the good fortune of having people around that are ready to help.

Life continues to give hope and on that hope one must walk....to the last mile!

The story of Santa Claus

A farmer, who had three daughters was so poor that he could not afford proper dowry for them, thus could not get his daughters married. He was in despair. Not getting them married meant that the girls would have to remain unmarried and eventually fall into prostitution. Nickolas heard of the poor man's plight and decided to help him realize his dream. He did not want publicity for what he was going to do, thus very modestly, he went to the house of the farmer under the cover of the night and found the stockings of the three maidens, left to dry near a fire. He placed three purses full of gold coins, in each one of the stockings, one for each daughter, and thus saved the poor man from his pain.

Nickolas was none other than the much celebrated present day Santa Claus. St. Nicholas was a 4th century church father and bishop, also called the Nikolaos of Myra. He had a reputation for secretly gifting the poor like slipping coins into the shoes of the needy.

Santa Claus, perhaps as we all know comes from the Dutch name 'Sinterklaas', which came from saying St.Nicolas, over and over again. I remember myself as a kid saying 'One Eight' (18) for a Nissan cargo van, which was actually called the 'Nissan Vanette'. Similarly, repeated- yet corrupted forms of saying St. Nicolas gave way for the current Santa Claus.

A story of the intercession and social intervention of Nickolas. Once upon a time, Myra was struck with a severe famine leading to the deaths of many people. At that time, a ship full of wheat, originally meant for the Emperor Constantinople, was docked at the nearby port. Nickolas went and explained the situation of the land pleaded with the sailors to unload a part of the wheat grains. The sailors were reluctant at first, because the quantity was measured and any less, would invite the emperor's wrath. But upon the old man's assurance that nothing untoward would happen, they agreed to give some wheat. It is said that when the ship reached Constantinople, there was no change in the weight of the wheat grains! But in reality they had in fact given away wheat enough for two full years!

There is another miracle story of Nicholas. During the severe famine, a cruel butcher killed three young boys and stored their bodies in big barrels to sell them as ham. Nickolas saw this horrific crime and through his prayers, brought the three boys back to life.

This story led to people believing in him as the protector of children. In many countries, paintings and pictures depict this incident, showing a father Saint with three young boys in a barrel.

The life of St. Nickolas was beautiful and seemed like it was scripted by God. His legend lives even today, though in a very narrow sense of what he actually did. Santa Claus was a reformer, savior of the poor and a man whose life was made fluent in prayers. He understood the needs of the society and stressed for community living. He interceded for the poor and took bold steps to alleviate poverty. Santa Claus was a man of prayer. His prayers were the blessing rain in Myra.

Christmas is after all, not all about Ho Ho Ho! Or a red nosed reindeer that Santa Claus uses for a chauffeur driven car. Or the empty stockings hung near a lavishly dressed Christmas tree.

Christmas must be in the spirit that Nikolaos lived and strove for. It is about sharing. Not only among the friends we know, but sharing with the poor we don't know. Christmas is about prayers, a renewal of heart and the intercession for a nation torn in strife and sorrow.

Christmas is about giving without seeking anything in return.

Escape...

I lay with my head deep, feeling the sand within...

The scorching sun blinding, burning my skin...

I can barely hear...Is that a distant cry...

I can sense the shadows as the vultures fly....

Their hungry eyes....ready to gnaw my bones....

I open my mouth to scream...alas just moans....

No reason to live no water no leaf no bone...

No seas..no mirage..no hope..no songs..no soul....

As the hours of sand cave in on my wretched state...

I resign, resign to my fate....

Did I come here to die....to wither away...

To end the suffering....the deceit....the agony...

Now I feel no pain no sorrow...

I have no hope for a tomorrow...

As I step into a land far away...I know this was the only 

escape....

SO TRUE ......

Hi Daddy,

I just wanted to tell you something, One day, I'll love one so much, and we'll get married. And you'll have to "give me away" and I'm sure you'll be scared. And you'll be sad. But Daddy, please don't cry. 

No matter what guy comes into my life, you'll always be the most important. You'll always be my number one man

Love,
Daddy's little girl ♥