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MAY LOVE BE THE LAST SONG THAT YOU SING

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  “Everybody is talented; \because, everybody who is human has something to express.” Brenda Ueland   T he quote above makes me reflect… “Everybody who is human has something to express.” Hence, it says, “Everybody is talented.” Now, is that really true? To think, that God hasn’t created any human without this incessant desire to ‘express is what ‘belief’ is all about… Yes, there is something special preloaded when God sends us into the world. He knows about it; but, very often, we don’t. And, to me, waking up to our special gifts preloaded by God – is our enlightenment… I did not know, that my special gift from God was to teach and write. But, I remember how restless I was to express myself in some form or the other. When I was a little boy, I found great joy in drawing and colouring… I remember spending hours trying to express something through this medium. But, soon, it died down… Sports, dancing, singing, acting – I never came anywhere close to these form...

VIJAYI BHAVA

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  “My feelings are too loud for words and too shy for the world.” Dejan Stojanovic   “D eep rivers run quiet.” Have you heard this statement? Well, let me tell you this: It’s not about rivers, it’s about many of us here on land – who are desperately shy… I was, I am and I will be one such deep river, always. Not because I want myself to be one… But, because, I have done everything humanly possible to overthrow this shyness from me… The more I have done that - like the cats my grandma wanted to do away with, in our village, while I was a little by – it has only come back… Perhaps, my shyness loves me more than I hate her! Jokes apart, shyness is something I had to struggle with as a young boy. As a young man, and as a 65-year-old, now – well, I still do; but, I am not bogged down by it, anymore… “Let the shyness be,” I now say, “It’s what makes me complete… beautiful” Our lack of understanding about our shyness can cause havoc inside and outside us. No matter ...

WILD FLOWERS ALONG THE WAY

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“You smiled and talked to me of nothing; and I felt that, for this, I had been waiting long.” Rabindranath Tagore   I write these blog posts, almost daily. I am very fond of reading good Prose and Poetry. The new words, idioms and phrases, figures of speech, proverbs and quotations simply fascinate me. In fact, I have written, edited and published over thirty books on behalf of the Dawn Club. Some of these books have been about improving one’s English. But, then, it looks very strange to me, when I reflect on my own situation in school and college while learning Prose and Poetry… I wasn’t good in both. The first time I started loving good English literature was in my twelfth standard. There was a Jesuit priest to teach us English classics, such as Shakespeare’s famous Plays and Poetry. It was the first time, that I woke up to the beauty of Old English… King Lear, Julius Caesar, Merchant of Venice, Romeo and Juliet and so on. We, also, had good English teachers to teach u...
THE WILD, WAYSIDE FLOWERS
There is, always, something extra-ordinary in the wild, wayside flowers...