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ඔබ ක්‍රිස්තියානි ආගම අත්හැරියේ ඇයි? යන්න බොහෝ දෙනා මගෙන් අසන ප්‍රශ්නයකි. මම කුඩා කාලයේ පල්ලියට යාමට කැමැත්තක් නොදැක්වූවෙමි. නමුත් මට එහි යන්නට සිදුවුණි. මා ක්‍රමයෙන් වැඩන විට, මගේ දැනුම පුළුල් වනවිට දෙවියන් වහන්සේ පිළිබඳ මගේ හැඟීම් වෙනස් විය. මම අනෙකුත් ආගම් හදාරන්නට පටන් ගතිමි. බුදුදහම ගැන මට උසස් දැනුමක් ලැබුණි. එය විෂය දැනුමෙන් ඔබ්බට ගොස් ප්‍රායෝගික පුහුණුවෙන් ලද අවබෝධයකි. ඉස්ලාම් හා ක්‍රිස්ත්‍රියානි ආගමිකයන්ට කුරානය හා බයිබලය නමින් ශුද්ධ ග්‍රන්ථ තිබේ. බෞද්ධයන්ට එක පොතක් නොවෙයි පුස්තකාලයක් ම ඇත. පාලි, සංස්කෘත හා චීන භාෂාවලින් ලියැවුණු ධර්ම ග්‍රන්ථ තිබේ. මහායාන, ථේරවාද හා තිබ්බත වශයෙන් ඒවා විවිධයි. ඒ සියල්ලම හැදෑරීම අනවශ්‍යයි. ඔබට කැමැති දෙයක් තෝරාගත හැකිය. ත්‍රිපිටකයේ එන සුත්ත නිපාතය හා ධම්මපදය අනුව කටයුතු කිරීම වුවත් බෞද්ධයකු වන්නට ප්‍රමාණවත් වෙයි. විශ්වාසය (Belief - බිලීෆ් ) සහ ශ්‍රද්ධාව ( Faith - ෆේත් ) යනුවෙන් ඉංගී‍්‍රසි වචන දෙකක් ඇත. විශ්වාසය අනුව හේතු සෙවීමක්, තර්ක කිරීමක් නොකොට සත්‍යය පිළිගැනීමයි. ඒ ගැන විමසිය නොහැක. දෙවියන් වහන්සේ ගැන ප්‍රශ්න කළ නොහැකිය. දේවවාක්‍ය ප්‍රශ්න කිරීමකින් තොරව ඇදහීම විශ්වාසය (Belief - බිලීෆ් ) යි. පොතපත කියවීමෙන්, හේතු සාධක සොයාගැනීමෙන් හා ප්‍රායෝගික පුහුණූවීමෙන් ලැබෙන අත්දැකීම් මත සිතෙහි ඇතිවන පැහැදීම ශ්‍රද්ධාව ( Faith - ෆේත් )යි. එය බුද්ධිමය පිළිගැනීමකි. බුදුරදුන් සැබැවින්ම බුද්ධත්වයට පත්වෙලාද? යන්න වුවත්, විමසා බලන්නට බුදුදහමෙහි අවසර ඇත. යම් කෙනෙකු බුදුදහම පිළිගන්නේ තමන්ම ප්‍රත්‍යක්ෂ කරගන්නා දැනුම පදනම් කරගත් ශ්‍රද්ධාවෙනි. ඒ අනුව විශ්වාසය හා ශ්‍රද්ධාව යන වචන දෙකෙහි තේරුම වෙනස්ය.විශ්වාසය මඟින් සිදුවන්නේ අපේ බුද්ධිය පටු සීමාවක් තුළ කොටුවීමකි. එය මනුෂ්‍යත්වයේ වර්ධනයට බාධාවකි. ශ්‍රද්ධාව මත පිහිටා තිබෙන බුදුදහම විවෘත යි. නිදහස් දෙයකි. මම දෙවියන් වහන්සේ විශ්වාස නොකරනවා නම්, මම තවදුරටත් කිතුනුවකු නොවෙයි. බෞද්ධයන් යාච්ඥා කරන්නේ නැත. බුදුරදුන්ගෙන් කිසිවක් ඉල්ලන්නේ නැත. ඔවුන් සිදුකරන්නේ වන්දනාවයි. එය බුදුරදුන් කෙරෙහි පැහැදීම නැතිනම් පැහැදිලිවීම නිසා ඇතිවන ශ්‍රද්ධාවෙන් සිදුකරන ;ගෟරවයකි. බුදුරදුන්ගේ ප්‍රඥාා ශක්තියට ප්‍රශංසාවකි. බටහිර ජනයා අලුත් ආගම් සොයා එන්නේ පැරණි ආගම ගැන අමනාපයෙන් ද? යන්න මගෙන් අසන ප්‍රශ්නයකි. එහෙම පිරිසක් සිටින්නට පුළුවනි. මැවුම්කාර දෙවියන් පිළිබඳ විශ්වාසය බිඳ වැටීම නිසාත්, එවැනි වෙනස් වීමක් සිදුවෙයි. ඇතැමුන් අදේවවාදි පැත්තට නැඹූරු යි. ඒ අය යොමුවන්නේ බුදුදහම දෙසටය. අනෙක් කරුණ තමයි ක්‍රිස්තියානි ආගමේ පිළිපදින්නට තිබෙන දේවල් අඩුයි. බුදුදහමේ පිළිපැදීමට තිබෙන කාරණා බහුල යි. ඒ පිළිපැදීම් මඟින් ජීවිතයේ හා මනසේ වෙනසක් සිදුවෙයි. එවැනි අලුත් අත්දැකීම් ලබාගැනීමට කැමැති පිරිසක් බටහිර රටවල සිටිති. ජේසුතුමා බඩුමුට්ටු පටවාගෙන රටින් පිටවන අකාරයේ කාටුන් චිත්‍රයක් මම ජර්මනියේ සඟරාවක දුටුවෙමි. එහි මාතෘකාව වුණේ ක්‍රීඩාවෙන් පැරදීම යන්නයි. අතීතයේ ක්‍රිස්තියානි ආගමට විශාල ශක්තියක් තිබුණි. අනෙකුත් ආගම් ඇදහීම එයින් පාලනය කෙරුණි. දඬුවම් පැනවුණි. දැන් ඒ තත්ත්ව වෙනස් වී ඇත. අනිකුත් ආගම් ගැන දැන ගැනීමට විවිධ මාධ්‍යයන් පවතියි. බෞද්ධ හා හින්දු ආගම් අදහන අය බටහිර රටවල පදිංචිව සිටිති. බුදුුදහම බටහිර ලෝකයේ ප්‍රචලිත වන්නේ ඒ හේතුවෙනි. මගේ මිතුරකු ඔහු ගැන මට හඳුන්වා දුන්නේ ඔහු උපතින්ම බෞද්ධයෙක් යනුවෙනි. ධර්මය ගැන තේරුමක් අවබෝධයක් නොමැතිව කුඩා දරුවකු බෞද්ධයකු වන්නේ කොහොමද? බෞද්ධයකු වීම ආධ්‍යාත්මික වර්ධනයක් තුළින් සිදුවිය යුත්තකි. ආගම මව්පියන්ගෙන් ලැබුණු දෙයක් වුවත්, කෙනෙකුට වෙනත් ආගමක් පිළිපැදීමට අයිතියක් තිබේ. බෞද්ධයකු වන්නේ කෙසේද? එය සරලව මෙන්ම සවිස්තරවපිළිතුරු දියහැකි ප්‍රශ්නයකි. සාමාන්‍යයෙන් බුද්ධ, ධම්ම හා සංඝ යන තෙරුවන් සරණ යාමෙන් බෞද්ධයකු බවට පත්වෙයි. නමුත් එය තහවුරු වන්නේ තෙරුවන් අනුගමනය කිරීමෙනි. බුදුදහමෙන් ප්‍රතිඵල ලැබෙන්නේ ධර්මය පිළිපැදීමෙන් පමණයි. පැවිදි බව කියන්නේ ජීවිතය මුළුමනින්ම ධර්මය කෙරෙහි යොමුකිරීමකි. එය ප්‍රසිද්ධියේ පොරොන්දු වීමකි. පැවැදි නොවී ගිහි බෞද්ධයකු ලෙස ද ජීවත් විය හැක. භාවනාව, පිරිසුදු ජීවිතය හා පන්සිල් රැකීම ගිහි බෞද්ධයකුගේ පිළිවෙතයි. ලංකාව, තායිලන්තය, චීනය ආදි රටවල බුදුදහම තිබේ. ඒ ඒ රටවල අනුගමනය කරන බෞද්ධ සිරිත්, විරිත් සම්ප්‍රදායන්හි වෙනස්කම් පවතියි. ඒ රටවල් භූගෝලීය වශයෙන් වෙන්ව පැවතීම එයට එක් හේතුවකි. කාතෝලික ආගම පාලනය කරන වතිකානුව මෙන් බුද්ධාගම පාලනය කරන මාධ්‍ය ඒකකයක්, මූලස්ථානයක් නොමැතිකම බුදුදහම මුල්කරගත් සංස්කෘතිය හා සම්ප්‍රදාය නිදහසේ සංවර්ධනය වීමට තවත් හේතුවකි. එවැනි වෙනස්කම් තිබුණත්, කර්මය, පටිච්ච සමුප්පාදය, චතුරාර්ය සත්‍යය වැනි මූලික බෞද්ධ ඉගැන්වීම් සෑම රටකම නොවෙනස්ව පවතියි. බුදුදහම ජීවන මාර්ගයක් යැයි හඳුන්වන්නට මම ඉක්මන් නොවෙමි. එය ආධ්‍යාත්මය තේරුම් ගැනීමට මඟ පෙන්වන ප්‍රායෝගික ක්‍රියා පිළිවෙතකි. බුදුදහමෙහි සඳහන් භාවනාව කෙරෙහි දිනපතා යොමුවන්නේ නැතිනම් , එයින් ප්‍රතිඵල ලබාගත නොහැක. තමන්ගේ ජීවන රටාව අනුව භාවනාවේ යෙදීම අමාරු බව සමහරු කියති. දිනකට විනාඩි විස්සක් භාවනාවේ යෙදෙන්න. එම කාලය ක්‍රමයෙන් වැඩි කරගන්න. මිනිස්සු විවිධයි. භාවනාවෙන් මනස වෙනස් කෙරෙන නිසා සමහරු භාවනාවට භයයි. ඇතැමුන්ට භාවනාව ගැන වැරැදි වැටහීමක් ඇත. ඔවුන් සිතන අන්දමට භාවනාව යනු ජීවිතයෙන් පලායාමකි. ඒ විවේචන කරන අයගේ කටයුතු දිහා බැලුවත්, ජීවිතයෙන් පලායාමක් දකින්නට පුළුවන. පැය දෙක තුනක් රූපවාහිනිය දෙස බලා සිටීම සැබෑ ජීවිතයෙන් පලායාමක් නොව්ද? එසේම මත්ද්‍රව්‍ය ගැනීමෙන් සිදුවන්නේ සාමාන්‍ය ලෝකයෙන් වෙන්වීමක් නොවේද? ඔබ එවිට ජීවත්වන්නේ සැබෑ ලෝකයේ නොවේ. එහෙත් භාවනාව එවැනි දෙයක් නොවේ. භාවනාවෙන් සිදුකරන්නේ අපේ ජීවිතයට සමීපව එබී බැලීමකි. වයස්ගත, අසනීපයෙන් පසුවන අපට ජීවත්වන්නට සිදුවන්නේ අනුන්ගේ උපකාරයෙනි. අසනීපයෙන් නැතිනම් වයස්ගතව සිටින කෙනකුට වුවමනා දෙය වෙලාවට නොලැබුණොත්, නොසන්සුන් බවක්, තරහක් සිතේ ඇතිවෙයි. ඔහුට නිතරම පෙනෙන්නේ සාත්තු සේවකයන්, පවුලේ පිරිස, දරවන් කරන හැමදේම වැරැදි විදියට යි. ඔවුන්ට විරුද්ධව මැසිවිලි නැඟීම, දොස් කීම, පැමිණිලි ඉදිරිපත් කිරීම එවැනි අයගේ පුරුද්දකි. හිතුවක්කාර මුරණ්ඩු ගති මතුවෙයි. මා සිතන පරිදි, කෙනකු කයික වශයෙන් පිරිහෙන්නට පෙර භාවනාව මඟින් මානසික ශක්තිය ගොඩනගා ගෙන තිබුණා නම්, රෝගී වනවිට, වයස්ගත වනවිට ඇතිවන නොසන්සුන් බව, කෝපය, ගැටුම්කාරී ස්වභාවයන් පාලනය කරගන්නටත්, මානසික ශක්තියක් ගොඩනඟා ගන්නටත් ඔහුට හැකියාවක් ලැබෙයි. මොකද? මේ ජීවිතයේ ඉදිරියට මුහුණ දෙන්නට සිදුවන දේවල් හා ජීවිතයේ අනිත්‍යතාවය ගැන අවබෝධයක් භාවනාවෙන් පුද්ගලයකුට ලැබෙන බැවිනි. බුදුදහම අනුගමනය කිරීමේ දී පෞද්ගලික උපදේශකයකු ද සිටිය යුතුදැයි? යි සමහරු අසති. අතීතයේ දී වර්තමානයේ තරම් ධර්මය දැනගන්නට පහසුකම් තිබුණෙත් නැත. ඒ නිසා කිසියම් ධර්මෝපදේශකයකු සොයා යාමට සිදුවුණි. දැන් පුද්ගල සම්බන්ධතා, පොත්පත් හා ධර්මය උගන්වන මධ්‍යස්ථාන බහුලව ඇත. එමඟින් ධර්මය දැනගන්ට පහසුයි. හැම දෙයක්ම පියවරෙන් පියවර පෙන්වා දීම සමහරුන්ට උවමනා කරයි. එහෙත් බුදු දහමේ හැම දෙයක් ම එසේ කළ නොහැකියි. මොකද? ආධ්‍යාත්මික වර්ධනය යනු මනස දියුණුු කරගැනීමේ දී තමන්ගේ ම අත්දැකීම් මත ප්‍රායෝගිකව ගොඩනගා ගත යුත්තක් නිසයි. ඔබ කලක් ධර්මය අනුව පුහුණු වනවිට ඔබම ඔබගේ ගුරුවරයා බවට පත්වෙයි. ඊළගට ගතයුතු පියවර ඔබට ම වැටහෙයි. සද්ධිවිහාරිකයන් සමග ඔබේ අත්දැකීම් හා ගැටලු සාකච්ඡා කළහැක. එවිට ඒ අය ඔබට මඟ පෙන්වනු ඇත. (භන්තේ සංඝරක්ඛිත හෙවත් ඩෙනිස් පිලිප් මහතාගේ දේශන ඇසුරෙනි.)
Friday, September 27, 2013
short story
years ago.....a person names jerry got dared to sleep in a house that was believed to be haunted. The next day his friends waited for him outside the house..... They had to go inside and search for him. They went through every room but the attic. He wasn't suppose to sleep in the attic. He was suppose to sleep in the living room they went to the attic. They found jerry's corpse and they left because they got scared. But that night all died because of their friend. He killed them all for making him sleep in the house if you don't send this to 11 comments you will die tonight by jerry.Example 1: a man named Stewart read this and didnt believe it. He shut off his computer and went through his day. That night while he was in bed he heard something out his door. He got up to look his dead now. Example 2:a girl named Haley read this in the morning and she got scared but she didn't send it. She went to school ( she was only 13 years old) and that night she died. If you don't post this to 11 comments tonight Jerry will visit you and he isn't fake. Apparently if you copy and paste this to 11 comments in the next ten minutes you will have the best day of your life tomorrow. You will either get kissed or asked out, if you brake this chain you will see a little dead girl in your room tonight. In the next 53 minutes someone will say I love you
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Mind Power
Money is Your Reward for Serving Others
The paper you fold and place in your purse or pocket is not money. It is paper with ink on it. It represents money, but it is not money. Money is an idea. The earning of money has nothing to do with the paper stuff, it has to do with consciousness.
To accumulate wealth, a person must become very comfortable with the idea of money. That may sound strange, however most people are not comfortable with the idea of money, which is why they do not have any. The cause of poverty is poverty consciousness. A poverty consciousness will cause a person to see, hear, think and feel ... lack and limitation.
The late Mike Todd said, ''Being broke is a temporary situation. Being poor is a mental state.''
He was correct. There are wealthy people who lose every cent they have through a series of mistakes in judgment, but that does not make them poor. They will have it all back in a short time because of their prosperity consciousness.
Many years ago, George Bernard Shaw expressed his thoughts on money. People have such strong views on both of these statements, I purposely use them in my seminars to cause the attendees to think.
1. It is the duty of every person to be rich.
2. It is a sin to be poor.
2. It is a sin to be poor.
Before you reject these as being ridiculous, let's analyze them. To fully understand what Shaw was saying, you must have an open mind. There is a law that states everything is moving, absolutely nothing rests. You are either moving ahead in life or going in reverse ... growing or dying ... creating or disintegrating, becoming richer or poorer.
Monday, September 9, 2013
Naughty JOKES
Two neighbours are chatting over the garden wall.
“When my husband comes home from work tonight, he’ll
probably bring me a huge bunch of flowers.”
“Oh isn’t that nice, you are lucky.”
“No, not really. He’ll expect me to take all my clothes off
and be on the floor with my legs in the air.”
“Oh dear, why’s that? Haven’t you got any vases?” :o :o
:D :D
“When my husband comes home from work tonight, he’ll
probably bring me a huge bunch of flowers.”
“Oh isn’t that nice, you are lucky.”
“No, not really. He’ll expect me to take all my clothes off
and be on the floor with my legs in the air.”
“Oh dear, why’s that? Haven’t you got any vases?” :o :o
:D :D
Short joke
“I would like to be painted in the nude” said the beautiful
young girl to the famous artist.
“Okay” replied the artist, “but I’ll have to keep my socks on
so I have somewhere to put my brushes.”
young girl to the famous artist.
“Okay” replied the artist, “but I’ll have to keep my socks on
so I have somewhere to put my brushes.”
Saturday, September 7, 2013
Adult Joke
“Hello, Colin, what are you doing riding around on that
woman’s bicycle?”
“Well, it’s a long story,” replied Des. “I was on my way into
town when this lady passes me on a bicycle. She stops, waits
for me to catch up, gives me a kiss and then takes her clothes
off!”
“You can have anything you want,” she says, so I took the
bicycle…Well, I’m not a pervert, I don’t wear women’s
clothes.”
named colin is not me .. my name is kolin :p :p
woman’s bicycle?”
“Well, it’s a long story,” replied Des. “I was on my way into
town when this lady passes me on a bicycle. She stops, waits
for me to catch up, gives me a kiss and then takes her clothes
off!”
“You can have anything you want,” she says, so I took the
bicycle…Well, I’m not a pervert, I don’t wear women’s
clothes.”
named colin is not me .. my name is kolin :p :p
Short Adult JOKE
“Mummy, mummy, what’s a pussy?” asked the small boy. His
mother went to the encyclopaedia and showed him a picture
of a cat.
“That’s a pussy,” she said.
“Mummy, mummy, what’s a bitch?” continued the little boy.
Again, mother consulted the encyclopaedia and showed her
son a picture of a dog.
But the boy wasn’t convinced so he went to his father and
asked him what a pussy was. Dad went to his magazine,
opened it at the centrefold and drew a circle.
“There you are, son,” he said, “that’s a pussy.”
Then the little boy asked him what a bitch was and dad
replied sadly, “Everything outside the circle, son.”
mother went to the encyclopaedia and showed him a picture
of a cat.
“That’s a pussy,” she said.
“Mummy, mummy, what’s a bitch?” continued the little boy.
Again, mother consulted the encyclopaedia and showed her
son a picture of a dog.
But the boy wasn’t convinced so he went to his father and
asked him what a pussy was. Dad went to his magazine,
opened it at the centrefold and drew a circle.
“There you are, son,” he said, “that’s a pussy.”
Then the little boy asked him what a bitch was and dad
replied sadly, “Everything outside the circle, son.”
Saturday, August 31, 2013
When You Failure
Some times we faced Many failure.. But We must Stand against Them. Take entire Power.. change mind and be still... For All Lovers
Thursday, August 29, 2013
Ambivalence (New Story 01)
When a girl is skinny, and calls you late at night, and you glance at
the calendar, and it is four days before you are scheduled to get married,
and the girl you are marrying is not the skinny girl but another
girl, a girl who has already departed for the city where your wedding
is to be held, it is your job, most probably, to hang up the phone.
When you do not hang up the phone, you have not done your job.
When you invite that skinny girl to your apartment, and then you
jump into the shower so that you will be clean, taking special trouble
to wash the parts that matter, and then you mess up your hair so that
you will look as though you haven’t gone to any special trouble, then
you are doing another job entirely.
She was a painter. Panos met her through a mutual friend. She
had a boyfriend, who was twenty-two years older than she, and when
Panos first spoke to her, he said that he thought that the age difference
was an atrocity. “Like bombing Cambodia,” he said, convinced
that this was a joke that she would not understand. She surprised
him with a knowing laugh. They talked about his impending marriage,
and about the week of freedom he had but doubted he’d use.
She took out a Paper-Mate blue pen and used it to write his phone
number on her hand. She wrote it strangely: not with numerals, but
with letters “O” for 1, “T” for 2, “TH” for 3, “F,” “FI,” and so on.
“So that makes your number ‘Efstooth,’” she said.
“Hey,” Panos said. “That’s my street: Efstooth Avenue.”
“For that joke I award you this pen,” she said, handing it over
ceremonially. “I’ll get it later.”
When she arrived at Panos’s apartment, “Efstooth” was still inked
on her hand, but that was not the first thing he noticed. The first
thing he noticed was that she was carrying a suitcase. It was small
enough that she held it rather than setting it down, but large enough
that it seemed to have winded her slightly on the way up to the third
floor.
“Are you moving in?” he said. “I don’t know how my wife will feel
about this.” She set the suitcase down on the floor, unzipped it, and
flipped back the top. There were white packages there, white sheets,
and when she unwrapped them they were her paintings. She spread
them out on the floor of his apartment. There were ten of them, each
one a small landscape with a single bird flying over a marsh and a
single human figure in the foreground. They were slightly different
shades, one reddish, one greenish, one dunnish, and so on, across a
muted spectrum.
Panos looked at the paintings and asked polite questions about
them that she answered smoothly. “I like to tell people that he’s
trying to capture the bird,” she said. “I always feel hilarious saying
that. But the bird’s not an unwitting victim. He sees the man. You
can be sure about that.” When he asked if they were all pictures of the
same scene, she said that she saw how he’d think so but that no, three
of them were painted from actual photographs of her father hunting
and the other seven were created from imagination. “My father left
when I was a little girl,” she said. “I remember that he yelled a lot,
and that he was mean to my mother, and that she was happier without
him. But recently I have been looking for pictures of him. I found
three and made up seven more. No one should have fewer than ten
photographs of her father.”
They turned the TV on but turned the volume all the way down.
They ordered pizza. She sat in a chair across the room from him, and
announced that she hadn’t showered that morning, because the water
in her apartment was too cold. Panos told her she was welcome to
take a shower if she wanted. “We’ll see,” she said, and went around
the apartment ticking her finger across the spine of books. “Lots of
history books,” she said.
“Not mine,” Panos said.
“Oh,” she said. “Too bad. I love history books.” She was wearing
tight stretch pants and a tight white shirt. It was obvious to Panos
that she was the skinniest girl who had ever been in his apartment.
She was not wearing a bra, which put her in the company of at least
two other girls who had been in the apartment, neither of whom was
the girl who was, in four days’ time, going to be his wife. His wife
always wore a bra, and even three years into their relationship, she
gave a little involuntary gasp of pleasure whenever he unclasped it.
He figured that it was, at best, a reflex. The history books were hers.
The skinny girl came and stood right next to Panos. She planted
her feet to make it clear that she was ready to address the issue.
“Well,” Panos said. “Here we are.”
“We are here,” she said. “No doubt about that.”
“It’s all in the way you say it,” he said. “‘Here we are’ is more
loaded than ‘we are here.’”
“Is that what we are? Loaded?” she said. “Speaking of which, I’ll
have more wine.” She shook her glass and sloshed out a few drops
onto her shirt. “Shit,” she said.
“I have extra T-shirts,” Panos said.
“I’ll just take this off,” she said, and did.
“Come here,” Panos said.
She sat on the couch and pushed up alongside him. They watched
the TV, which was showing a strongman competition. A fat Swede
was jogging down a short track, the chassis of a car held on his shoulders.
“I really stink,” she said. Panos closed his eyes for research. She
was right, in a way: it was the smell of young sweat, of a black flower
blooming. She unbuttoned his shirt and laid her head on his chest.
“Now you’ve got me thinking about my father,” she said.
“I do?” Panos said. “How?”
“It’s not that hard to do.”
“I don’t think I like your tone,” he said.
“I’m sure you don’t,” she said. “No one ever does.” She squeezed
his arm. “You know what my father did? Other than leave, I mean.”
“And hunt.”
“And hunt. No, I mean what he did for work. He was trained as a
lawyer but about a year before I was born he quit to work on a biography
of his great-grandfather, who was a British intelligence agent who
specialized in code breaking. Do you know about the Zimmermann
Telegram?” Panos shook his head. She didn’t continue right away.
He put his hand on her stomach, and then slipped a few fingers just
inside the elastic band of her pants.
“Tell me,” Panos said.
“What?” she said after a while.
“Tell me about the telegram.”
“Oh,” she said. “Why? Are you really interested?” Panos nodded
and let one finger drift a little lower. “Of course you are,” she said.
“Really,” Panos said. “Keep telling me about it.”
“Fine,” she said. “This telegram was sent from the German foreign
secretary to the German ambassador in Mexico, and it announced
that the Germans were going to support a Mexican attack on the
southwestern United States. The British, including my great-greatgrandfather,
cracked the code. When the telegram was verified,
Wilson armed ships to defend against Germany, and a few days after
that, we were at war. World War One.”
“You know, even though the history books aren’t mine, I managed
to figure that out.”
“The code was a cryptogram. We cracked it partly because one of
the top German spies, Wilhelm Wassmuss, had lost his codebook in
Iran the year before. We picked that up and it helped with the Zimmermann
Telegram.”
“We?”
Now she didn’t like his tone. “We the British. We my great-greatgrandfather.”
The strongman competition had ended, and now the
TV was showing dirt bike racing. She got up to go to the bathroom,
and when she came back she started to pack her paintings back into
the suitcase. “What color would you say this is?” she said, holding
up a canvas.
“Blue.”
“And what about this one?”
“Also blue.”
“Right. But isn’t that ridiculous? Two colors that are so different,
but they’re considered the same. It’s almost reason enough to become
a painter, just to try to understand that. Colors are like a code, too.”
“Oh, yeah,” Panos said. “Finish the code story.”
“It was finished,” she said. “Finished enough. I was out of that and
on to color. Blame your bathroom. It’s blue.”
“I didn’t pick that color.”
“It doesn’t look like your thing,” she said. “When are you getting
married?”
“Sunday,” Panos said. “It’s strange. It seems like a million years
away, and also like it’s going to happen the first time I let myself
breathe.”
“You’re not breathing?”
“Not always well.”
“Is it because I stink?”
“It’s because I’m not sure what message I’ll be sending if I do.
Maybe my true feelings will come through.”
“What are those true feelings? I assume they have something to
do with the reason I’m here.” She had her chin tilted up now, and her
words were falling into the space between them.
“Ambivalence.”
“That’s not a feeling. It’s the presence of two feelings at once.
What are the two?”
“Joy and fear? Happiness and hatred? Rightness and wrongness?”
“Wrongness?”
“The most obvious kind of wrongness. Like maybe this isn’t the
right choice. Like there are a million people to love, and how can I
settle on one and be sure that I’m not a fool? I have met others. I
might meet others. What about Eskimos?”
“The Eskimos,” she said. “Of course.”
“Or the Finns or the Malays or all the other people I don’t even
know about. Maybe I could be with one of them without ambivalence.
Don’t you have these questions about your boyfriend?”
“He’s a quick story. He’s older, is big like you, has a beard, helps
pay the rent on my painting studio, treats me with what we’ll say is kind contempt. That often does the trick for me, as it turns out.” She
slipped a hand inside his shirt and hooked her leg over his. “Will you
kiss me?”
“Sure,” Panos said. “But I’m not sure about more. I want to, but
you know.”
“Now that’s ambivalence,” she said. After they kissed, she pulled
her pants down far enough to show him that she wasn’t wearing any
underwear. “Put your hands on my ass.”
“If you insist,” Panos said. “But I want you to know that I feel like
I could stop any time.”
“I’m flattered,” she said, her eyes narrowing.
“What I was going to say,” Panos said, “is that it’s like when a
drunk driver thinks that he’s in control of his car.”
“Oh,” she said. “Maybe I am flattered. Well, do what you want,
or don’t. Your hours are numbered anyway. I have told you so many
state secrets that I’m going to have to kill you. Anyway, it’s not too
long until morning. I’ll be gone soon.” They leaned into each other
and she pretended to concentrate on the dirt bikes on TV.
The sky outside was already starting to change color, from black
to a weaker shade of black. There wasn’t any blue in it yet. “There’s
a bird out there,” Panos said. “I rarely actually see them at night.”
“The man sees the bird,” she said. “You can be sure about that.”
She made birds with her hands and flew them up high so that her
arms were stretching as far as they would go. She was so skinny that
there was something painfully religious about that pose. It was a
pose of appeal to something far beyond him. “Put your head back
down on me,” she said, and he did. She stroked his neck, unbuttoned
his pants, made circles with her fingers on his stomach, exhibited
restraint. Taking off her clothes would have been as easy as asking.
How often are things as easy as asking?
At seven, it was time for her to go. Panos found her shirt and buttoned
up his own. “Okay,” he said. “What’s the way to do this?” He
hadn’t anticipated the need for any secrecy. He had planned to sneak
her out at three in the morning or so. But now his neighbors were
up, and many of them knew his wife, and he wasn’t sure what they
would make of a strange skinny girl leaving his apartment early in
the morning.
“I’ll go down and throw out the trash,” he said. “If I buzz on the
buzzer, that means the coast is clear, so come downstairs quick. The
door will lock behind you.”
“Okay,” she said. “Can you carry my suitcase along with a trash
bag? That way I can get there fast. I won’t have to bump around on
the stairs.”
“It’s like being a spy,” Panos said.
“It’s nothing like that,” she said. “I could tell you stories.”
Did Panos take her to breakfast? Not to take her would have been
rude. But he did not pay. That would have been too conspiratorial,
and too high-handed, both at once. Besides, he was not hungry, just
intensely thirsty, enough so that he bought a half-gallon of orange
juice from the corner store and drank it straight from the carton
while he stood out on the sidewalk. She stopped in a coffee shop and
ordered a toasted bagel; a bit of melted butter ran down her chin
when she ate it. Her chin was slick with the butter. The sky was a
brilliant shade of blue. At that moment, just at that precise moment,
he wanted to invite her back up to his apartment and make all the
mistakes he had avoided making. Instead he changed the subject, for
the last time. “You forgot to get your pen back,” he said.
“You can keep it,” she said. “Remember me by it. That’s kind of
nice, right, to remember someone by something totally anonymous?
When you write with it, it’ll be like there’s an invisible ink message
just under the real message.”
“What does it say?”
“You wouldn’t understand,” she said. “It’s in Inuktitut.”
“What is that?”
“Look it up,” she said. “You have books. I’ve seen them. Okay:
I’m leaving.”
“See you,” Panos said.
“Or not,” she said. “Probably not.”
“Well,” he said, “I hope you enjoyed your time on Efstooth
Avenue.”
“You’re an idiot,” she said. When she leaned in to kiss him goodbye
he smelled it again, the black flower blooming under her arm.
He went back to his apartment and pulled out history books until
he found a listing in the index for the Zimmermann Telegram. He read a few paragraphs that he didn’t understand. They might as well
have been in Inuktitut. In the front of the book, on a f lyleaf, his
wife had signed her name. His wife, almost. He shut the book hard,
like a trap. He was trying to capture his ambivalence or kill it. Three
days later, he watched his wife sign her name again, on a marriage
certificate, beneath a paragraph he understood completely. The ink
and sky were blue.
the calendar, and it is four days before you are scheduled to get married,
and the girl you are marrying is not the skinny girl but another
girl, a girl who has already departed for the city where your wedding
is to be held, it is your job, most probably, to hang up the phone.
When you do not hang up the phone, you have not done your job.
When you invite that skinny girl to your apartment, and then you
jump into the shower so that you will be clean, taking special trouble
to wash the parts that matter, and then you mess up your hair so that
you will look as though you haven’t gone to any special trouble, then
you are doing another job entirely.
She was a painter. Panos met her through a mutual friend. She
had a boyfriend, who was twenty-two years older than she, and when
Panos first spoke to her, he said that he thought that the age difference
was an atrocity. “Like bombing Cambodia,” he said, convinced
that this was a joke that she would not understand. She surprised
him with a knowing laugh. They talked about his impending marriage,
and about the week of freedom he had but doubted he’d use.
She took out a Paper-Mate blue pen and used it to write his phone
number on her hand. She wrote it strangely: not with numerals, but
with letters “O” for 1, “T” for 2, “TH” for 3, “F,” “FI,” and so on.
“So that makes your number ‘Efstooth,’” she said.
“Hey,” Panos said. “That’s my street: Efstooth Avenue.”
“For that joke I award you this pen,” she said, handing it over
ceremonially. “I’ll get it later.”
When she arrived at Panos’s apartment, “Efstooth” was still inked
on her hand, but that was not the first thing he noticed. The first
thing he noticed was that she was carrying a suitcase. It was small
enough that she held it rather than setting it down, but large enough
that it seemed to have winded her slightly on the way up to the third
floor.
“Are you moving in?” he said. “I don’t know how my wife will feel
about this.” She set the suitcase down on the floor, unzipped it, and
flipped back the top. There were white packages there, white sheets,
and when she unwrapped them they were her paintings. She spread
them out on the floor of his apartment. There were ten of them, each
one a small landscape with a single bird flying over a marsh and a
single human figure in the foreground. They were slightly different
shades, one reddish, one greenish, one dunnish, and so on, across a
muted spectrum.
Panos looked at the paintings and asked polite questions about
them that she answered smoothly. “I like to tell people that he’s
trying to capture the bird,” she said. “I always feel hilarious saying
that. But the bird’s not an unwitting victim. He sees the man. You
can be sure about that.” When he asked if they were all pictures of the
same scene, she said that she saw how he’d think so but that no, three
of them were painted from actual photographs of her father hunting
and the other seven were created from imagination. “My father left
when I was a little girl,” she said. “I remember that he yelled a lot,
and that he was mean to my mother, and that she was happier without
him. But recently I have been looking for pictures of him. I found
three and made up seven more. No one should have fewer than ten
photographs of her father.”
They turned the TV on but turned the volume all the way down.
They ordered pizza. She sat in a chair across the room from him, and
announced that she hadn’t showered that morning, because the water
in her apartment was too cold. Panos told her she was welcome to
take a shower if she wanted. “We’ll see,” she said, and went around
the apartment ticking her finger across the spine of books. “Lots of
history books,” she said.
“Not mine,” Panos said.
“Oh,” she said. “Too bad. I love history books.” She was wearing
tight stretch pants and a tight white shirt. It was obvious to Panos
that she was the skinniest girl who had ever been in his apartment.
She was not wearing a bra, which put her in the company of at least
two other girls who had been in the apartment, neither of whom was
the girl who was, in four days’ time, going to be his wife. His wife
always wore a bra, and even three years into their relationship, she
gave a little involuntary gasp of pleasure whenever he unclasped it.
He figured that it was, at best, a reflex. The history books were hers.
The skinny girl came and stood right next to Panos. She planted
her feet to make it clear that she was ready to address the issue.
“Well,” Panos said. “Here we are.”
“We are here,” she said. “No doubt about that.”
“It’s all in the way you say it,” he said. “‘Here we are’ is more
loaded than ‘we are here.’”
“Is that what we are? Loaded?” she said. “Speaking of which, I’ll
have more wine.” She shook her glass and sloshed out a few drops
onto her shirt. “Shit,” she said.
“I have extra T-shirts,” Panos said.
“I’ll just take this off,” she said, and did.
“Come here,” Panos said.
She sat on the couch and pushed up alongside him. They watched
the TV, which was showing a strongman competition. A fat Swede
was jogging down a short track, the chassis of a car held on his shoulders.
“I really stink,” she said. Panos closed his eyes for research. She
was right, in a way: it was the smell of young sweat, of a black flower
blooming. She unbuttoned his shirt and laid her head on his chest.
“Now you’ve got me thinking about my father,” she said.
“I do?” Panos said. “How?”
“It’s not that hard to do.”
“I don’t think I like your tone,” he said.
“I’m sure you don’t,” she said. “No one ever does.” She squeezed
his arm. “You know what my father did? Other than leave, I mean.”
“And hunt.”
“And hunt. No, I mean what he did for work. He was trained as a
lawyer but about a year before I was born he quit to work on a biography
of his great-grandfather, who was a British intelligence agent who
specialized in code breaking. Do you know about the Zimmermann
Telegram?” Panos shook his head. She didn’t continue right away.
He put his hand on her stomach, and then slipped a few fingers just
inside the elastic band of her pants.
“Tell me,” Panos said.
“What?” she said after a while.
“Tell me about the telegram.”
“Oh,” she said. “Why? Are you really interested?” Panos nodded
and let one finger drift a little lower. “Of course you are,” she said.
“Really,” Panos said. “Keep telling me about it.”
“Fine,” she said. “This telegram was sent from the German foreign
secretary to the German ambassador in Mexico, and it announced
that the Germans were going to support a Mexican attack on the
southwestern United States. The British, including my great-greatgrandfather,
cracked the code. When the telegram was verified,
Wilson armed ships to defend against Germany, and a few days after
that, we were at war. World War One.”
“You know, even though the history books aren’t mine, I managed
to figure that out.”
“The code was a cryptogram. We cracked it partly because one of
the top German spies, Wilhelm Wassmuss, had lost his codebook in
Iran the year before. We picked that up and it helped with the Zimmermann
Telegram.”
“We?”
Now she didn’t like his tone. “We the British. We my great-greatgrandfather.”
The strongman competition had ended, and now the
TV was showing dirt bike racing. She got up to go to the bathroom,
and when she came back she started to pack her paintings back into
the suitcase. “What color would you say this is?” she said, holding
up a canvas.
“Blue.”
“And what about this one?”
“Also blue.”
“Right. But isn’t that ridiculous? Two colors that are so different,
but they’re considered the same. It’s almost reason enough to become
a painter, just to try to understand that. Colors are like a code, too.”
“Oh, yeah,” Panos said. “Finish the code story.”
“It was finished,” she said. “Finished enough. I was out of that and
on to color. Blame your bathroom. It’s blue.”
“I didn’t pick that color.”
“It doesn’t look like your thing,” she said. “When are you getting
married?”
“Sunday,” Panos said. “It’s strange. It seems like a million years
away, and also like it’s going to happen the first time I let myself
breathe.”
“You’re not breathing?”
“Not always well.”
“Is it because I stink?”
“It’s because I’m not sure what message I’ll be sending if I do.
Maybe my true feelings will come through.”
“What are those true feelings? I assume they have something to
do with the reason I’m here.” She had her chin tilted up now, and her
words were falling into the space between them.
“Ambivalence.”
“That’s not a feeling. It’s the presence of two feelings at once.
What are the two?”
“Joy and fear? Happiness and hatred? Rightness and wrongness?”
“Wrongness?”
“The most obvious kind of wrongness. Like maybe this isn’t the
right choice. Like there are a million people to love, and how can I
settle on one and be sure that I’m not a fool? I have met others. I
might meet others. What about Eskimos?”
“The Eskimos,” she said. “Of course.”
“Or the Finns or the Malays or all the other people I don’t even
know about. Maybe I could be with one of them without ambivalence.
Don’t you have these questions about your boyfriend?”
“He’s a quick story. He’s older, is big like you, has a beard, helps
pay the rent on my painting studio, treats me with what we’ll say is kind contempt. That often does the trick for me, as it turns out.” She
slipped a hand inside his shirt and hooked her leg over his. “Will you
kiss me?”
“Sure,” Panos said. “But I’m not sure about more. I want to, but
you know.”
“Now that’s ambivalence,” she said. After they kissed, she pulled
her pants down far enough to show him that she wasn’t wearing any
underwear. “Put your hands on my ass.”
“If you insist,” Panos said. “But I want you to know that I feel like
I could stop any time.”
“I’m flattered,” she said, her eyes narrowing.
“What I was going to say,” Panos said, “is that it’s like when a
drunk driver thinks that he’s in control of his car.”
“Oh,” she said. “Maybe I am flattered. Well, do what you want,
or don’t. Your hours are numbered anyway. I have told you so many
state secrets that I’m going to have to kill you. Anyway, it’s not too
long until morning. I’ll be gone soon.” They leaned into each other
and she pretended to concentrate on the dirt bikes on TV.
The sky outside was already starting to change color, from black
to a weaker shade of black. There wasn’t any blue in it yet. “There’s
a bird out there,” Panos said. “I rarely actually see them at night.”
“The man sees the bird,” she said. “You can be sure about that.”
She made birds with her hands and flew them up high so that her
arms were stretching as far as they would go. She was so skinny that
there was something painfully religious about that pose. It was a
pose of appeal to something far beyond him. “Put your head back
down on me,” she said, and he did. She stroked his neck, unbuttoned
his pants, made circles with her fingers on his stomach, exhibited
restraint. Taking off her clothes would have been as easy as asking.
How often are things as easy as asking?
At seven, it was time for her to go. Panos found her shirt and buttoned
up his own. “Okay,” he said. “What’s the way to do this?” He
hadn’t anticipated the need for any secrecy. He had planned to sneak
her out at three in the morning or so. But now his neighbors were
up, and many of them knew his wife, and he wasn’t sure what they
would make of a strange skinny girl leaving his apartment early in
the morning.
“I’ll go down and throw out the trash,” he said. “If I buzz on the
buzzer, that means the coast is clear, so come downstairs quick. The
door will lock behind you.”
“Okay,” she said. “Can you carry my suitcase along with a trash
bag? That way I can get there fast. I won’t have to bump around on
the stairs.”
“It’s like being a spy,” Panos said.
“It’s nothing like that,” she said. “I could tell you stories.”
Did Panos take her to breakfast? Not to take her would have been
rude. But he did not pay. That would have been too conspiratorial,
and too high-handed, both at once. Besides, he was not hungry, just
intensely thirsty, enough so that he bought a half-gallon of orange
juice from the corner store and drank it straight from the carton
while he stood out on the sidewalk. She stopped in a coffee shop and
ordered a toasted bagel; a bit of melted butter ran down her chin
when she ate it. Her chin was slick with the butter. The sky was a
brilliant shade of blue. At that moment, just at that precise moment,
he wanted to invite her back up to his apartment and make all the
mistakes he had avoided making. Instead he changed the subject, for
the last time. “You forgot to get your pen back,” he said.
“You can keep it,” she said. “Remember me by it. That’s kind of
nice, right, to remember someone by something totally anonymous?
When you write with it, it’ll be like there’s an invisible ink message
just under the real message.”
“What does it say?”
“You wouldn’t understand,” she said. “It’s in Inuktitut.”
“What is that?”
“Look it up,” she said. “You have books. I’ve seen them. Okay:
I’m leaving.”
“See you,” Panos said.
“Or not,” she said. “Probably not.”
“Well,” he said, “I hope you enjoyed your time on Efstooth
Avenue.”
“You’re an idiot,” she said. When she leaned in to kiss him goodbye
he smelled it again, the black flower blooming under her arm.
He went back to his apartment and pulled out history books until
he found a listing in the index for the Zimmermann Telegram. He read a few paragraphs that he didn’t understand. They might as well
have been in Inuktitut. In the front of the book, on a f lyleaf, his
wife had signed her name. His wife, almost. He shut the book hard,
like a trap. He was trying to capture his ambivalence or kill it. Three
days later, he watched his wife sign her name again, on a marriage
certificate, beneath a paragraph he understood completely. The ink
and sky were blue.
Friday, August 23, 2013
True Short Story For You
There was a boy called Himal, He Has a good friend Called Kolin, They all Love to play Cricket. They want to play Cricket Every time. Time passes. These friends make a Cricket team. They Put a name For their team SUPER WARRIORS. Himal Designed a logo for team and Their Cricket Team became more powerful. They Gained lot of victories.. In present day They also Planed Their Victory. Here is their cricket team logo.. :) :)
They have a special Member called Shiwanka. He is always try to make their victory. The present day Super warriors has Lot of team members and They Still Face strongly For their attackers..
They have a special Member called Shiwanka. He is always try to make their victory. The present day Super warriors has Lot of team members and They Still Face strongly For their attackers..
GOOD LUCK SUPER WARRIORS
SECRETS OF FRIENDSHIP (BEST POEMS EVER)
The Secret of friendship is
demanding
nothing of others,
but acting and reacting
in a spirit of freedom
The Secret of friendship
is including
other people's happiness
in your own
demanding
nothing of others,
but acting and reacting
in a spirit of freedom
The Secret of friendship
is including
other people's happiness
in your own
How To Create Your Life Step 5
Step 5 (over)
Choose the Same Thing Every Day
Do this daily, until you are done. Work on only one goal at a time, and don't change goals
unless you decide you no longer want the one you started working on. If you no longer want
the goal, choose a new one and start again. But if you do want your original, don't stop
until you have it.
WARNING: LACK OF PERSISTENCE IS THE NUMBER ONE REASON WHY PEOPLE
DO NOT REACH THEIR GOALS.
If you give up before you reach your goal, you obviously don't want it very much, do you?
Pick a goal that you cannot live without, and start again...
This technique only takes about 5 or 10 minutes with your morning coffee and works
flawlessly. If you do it.
think and do it........... its for you thank you
Choose the Same Thing Every Day
Do this daily, until you are done. Work on only one goal at a time, and don't change goals
unless you decide you no longer want the one you started working on. If you no longer want
the goal, choose a new one and start again. But if you do want your original, don't stop
until you have it.
WARNING: LACK OF PERSISTENCE IS THE NUMBER ONE REASON WHY PEOPLE
DO NOT REACH THEIR GOALS.
If you give up before you reach your goal, you obviously don't want it very much, do you?
Pick a goal that you cannot live without, and start again...
This technique only takes about 5 or 10 minutes with your morning coffee and works
flawlessly. If you do it.
think and do it........... its for you thank you
How To Create Your Life Step 4
Step 4
Ask For Help From Your Future Self
Now, while you are enjoying that feeling, looking back to today from that future moment,
ask yourself what single action you can take, today, to bring your goal to you faster.
The future you which has accomplished your goal knows what steps need to be taken. From
this vantage point, you can ask yourself what is the next most practical action you can
take.
When you get the answer, write it down, and take that action at some point during the day.
Taking action, no matter how small, is the fastest and surest way of convincing your
subconscious mind that you are serious, and will do wonders for the quick manifestation of
your goals.
Keep Reading this page.. Last step will upload soon.. thnk you
Ask For Help From Your Future Self
Now, while you are enjoying that feeling, looking back to today from that future moment,
ask yourself what single action you can take, today, to bring your goal to you faster.
The future you which has accomplished your goal knows what steps need to be taken. From
this vantage point, you can ask yourself what is the next most practical action you can
take.
When you get the answer, write it down, and take that action at some point during the day.
Taking action, no matter how small, is the fastest and surest way of convincing your
subconscious mind that you are serious, and will do wonders for the quick manifestation of
your goals.
Keep Reading this page.. Last step will upload soon.. thnk you
Thursday, August 22, 2013
How To Create Your Life Step 3
Step 3
Celebrate Your Future Success
After writing down your goal, mentally place yourself in the future, to a day where your
goal has been accomplished, and feel the happiness and excitement you would be feeling,
knowing that you have accomplished your goal.
Just pretend it is, for example, three months from today, and on that day you have reached
your goal. Let's say that this future day is the day you start the new job you have been
working towards, or on that day you weigh yourself and you are 10 pounds lighter, or on
that day you leave for the vacation you've been dreaming about.
Whatever it is, just move forward in your mind to that day, and PRETEND that your goal has
been reached, and FEEL the emotions which you would feel if you had actually reached
your goal.
Feel the happiness, feel the success, feel the proud accomplishment of knowing that you
can use your own inner power to change your life. Imagine what next goal you'll now go for
since you've reached this first one. Plan a celebration for yourself, and imagine how great
you will feel when you celebrate your accomplishment.
Just generate that postive emotion for a minute or two, and just bask in it for a few
moments.
Celebrate Your Future Success
After writing down your goal, mentally place yourself in the future, to a day where your
goal has been accomplished, and feel the happiness and excitement you would be feeling,
knowing that you have accomplished your goal.
Just pretend it is, for example, three months from today, and on that day you have reached
your goal. Let's say that this future day is the day you start the new job you have been
working towards, or on that day you weigh yourself and you are 10 pounds lighter, or on
that day you leave for the vacation you've been dreaming about.
Whatever it is, just move forward in your mind to that day, and PRETEND that your goal has
been reached, and FEEL the emotions which you would feel if you had actually reached
your goal.
Feel the happiness, feel the success, feel the proud accomplishment of knowing that you
can use your own inner power to change your life. Imagine what next goal you'll now go for
since you've reached this first one. Plan a celebration for yourself, and imagine how great
you will feel when you celebrate your accomplishment.
Just generate that postive emotion for a minute or two, and just bask in it for a few
moments.
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SECRETS OF FRIENDSHIP (BEST POEMS EVER)
The Secret of Friendship is
exercising discrimination
in your choice of friends;
preferring sincerity over praise,
and Loyalty
over friendly smiles :) :)
The secret Of friendship is
realizing that to have friends
One must be a friend, first;
making friendship therefore,
a life - priority
exercising discrimination
in your choice of friends;
preferring sincerity over praise,
and Loyalty
over friendly smiles :) :)
The secret Of friendship is
realizing that to have friends
One must be a friend, first;
making friendship therefore,
a life - priority
OLD MALI AND THE BOY (CHAPTER 01) part 02
I am Punished For Stealing
When i went into the classroom the next morning i was told to go to the headmaster's office :o.. When I entered the headmaster's office, he was sitting at his desk looking very angry. I knew immediately that I was in trouble.
Where were you yesterday after school? :/ The headmaster Asked in an angry voice.
I was playing in the fields with Jerry and Davy, I replied.
Did you steal any cobs of maize?? the headmaster asked. ''YES'' I replied.'we took some cobs of maize and cooked them and ate them.:(
'Didn't you know that you were stealing?' asked the headmaster, becoming even angrier.
I did not know what to say.
'You must be punished-you and Jerry and Davy.' said the headmaster. 'You will be punished this afternoon at two o' clock in the upstairs dormitory*.
At two o'clock I went Upstairs with Davy and Jerry. We were shaking with fear. But I did not want to show that I was afraid. B)
The headmaster stood beside a bed holding a hard looking cane in his right hand :o .
'You first,' he said, pointing to Jerry. 'Bend down and put your hands on the bed'.
Jerry bent down over the bed and the headmaster hit him fiercely on his bottom with the cane.
The headmaster beat him thirteen times........
to be cont...........
*dormitory--------> a large bedroom for the students who live at the school.
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
OLD MALI AND THE BOY (CHAPTER 01) part 01
I am Punished For Stealing
After School one day, I went out to play in the fields with my friends, Dave and Jerry. We were All about twelve years old at time.
As we were playing, We saw some maize* growing in a field. The cobs looked ripe. We decided to pick some and make a fire and cook them.
We started to pick the cobs and put then inside our shirts.Suddenly We heard a shout. the farmer had seen us and was running towards us. We felt exited and ran away across the fields holding the cobs inside our shirts. ;)
We escape into a wood behind the fields and went to a place where no one could see us. We lit a fire carefully so that there was no smoke.Then we cooked the cobs on the fire and ate them with enjoyment. We did not think that we were steeling the cobs of maize* :D
Unfortunately, We were discovered. Everyone in the village knew me :o because my mother was a school teacher village elementary school.
The farmer had recognized me.:/ He told the head master that we had stolen the cobs of maize.
TO BE CON......
*maize --------> maize is a plant. it produces a large fruit called a cob. the cobs are covered with seeds which can be cooked and eaten.
After School one day, I went out to play in the fields with my friends, Dave and Jerry. We were All about twelve years old at time.
As we were playing, We saw some maize* growing in a field. The cobs looked ripe. We decided to pick some and make a fire and cook them.
We started to pick the cobs and put then inside our shirts.Suddenly We heard a shout. the farmer had seen us and was running towards us. We felt exited and ran away across the fields holding the cobs inside our shirts. ;)
We escape into a wood behind the fields and went to a place where no one could see us. We lit a fire carefully so that there was no smoke.Then we cooked the cobs on the fire and ate them with enjoyment. We did not think that we were steeling the cobs of maize* :D
Unfortunately, We were discovered. Everyone in the village knew me :o because my mother was a school teacher village elementary school.
The farmer had recognized me.:/ He told the head master that we had stolen the cobs of maize.
TO BE CON......
*maize --------> maize is a plant. it produces a large fruit called a cob. the cobs are covered with seeds which can be cooked and eaten.
How To Create Your Life Step 2
Step 2
Create a Declaration of Intent
Once a day, every morning, write down the goal you've picked. Whatever it is you want to
experience, just write it down once a day. A good format to use is a short sentence which
begins with "I am now attracting...", "I am now creating...", "I will now..." or "I now
intend...
For example:
"I AM NOW ATTRACTING A LOVING RELATIONSHIP INTO MY LIFE."
"I WILL NOW SELL 10 PER CENT MORE PRODUCTS EACH MONTH."
"I AM NOW CREATING HIGHER SELF-ESTEEM AND CONFIDENCE."
"I NOW INTEND TO EAT THOUGHTFULLY AND BEGIN LOSING WEIGHT."
Of course, create your own wording for your own goal. The vitally important thing is that
when you say it your emotional state agrees with the statement. For example, the reason
an affirmation such as "I am now exercising every day" doesn't work is because if you are
not exercising every day you immediately feel it when you say it. If you say "I am now with
my ideal partner" you will immediately feel the lie even before you finish saying it.
However, a statement which begins "I am now attracting..." or "I now intend..." is true (at
least while you are saying it) and holds no contradiction in your emotions. Of course, this is
different for everyone, so find a wording that works for you..
Create a Declaration of Intent
Once a day, every morning, write down the goal you've picked. Whatever it is you want to
experience, just write it down once a day. A good format to use is a short sentence which
begins with "I am now attracting...", "I am now creating...", "I will now..." or "I now
intend...
For example:
"I AM NOW ATTRACTING A LOVING RELATIONSHIP INTO MY LIFE."
"I WILL NOW SELL 10 PER CENT MORE PRODUCTS EACH MONTH."
"I AM NOW CREATING HIGHER SELF-ESTEEM AND CONFIDENCE."
"I NOW INTEND TO EAT THOUGHTFULLY AND BEGIN LOSING WEIGHT."
Of course, create your own wording for your own goal. The vitally important thing is that
when you say it your emotional state agrees with the statement. For example, the reason
an affirmation such as "I am now exercising every day" doesn't work is because if you are
not exercising every day you immediately feel it when you say it. If you say "I am now with
my ideal partner" you will immediately feel the lie even before you finish saying it.
However, a statement which begins "I am now attracting..." or "I now intend..." is true (at
least while you are saying it) and holds no contradiction in your emotions. Of course, this is
different for everyone, so find a wording that works for you..
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
How To Create Your Life Step 1
Step 1
The Magic of Thinking Small.
First, pick a goal that is just beyond your comfort level. Many motivational teachers will
urge you to shoot for the stars, think incredibly big, and go for goals which are ten times as
large as anything you've ever accomplished. This may work well for people who are already
confident in their power to manifest, but for the beginner, or for the person who has not
had much success using mind power, the idea of thinking outrageously big is a disaster.
For example, if you haven't had a date in three years you don't want to visualize yourself
scoring with bunnies at the Playboy mansion. In theory all goals are definitely achievable,
but in your reality you probably don't really believe it's possible, so it won't happen.
Instead, pick a goal which is reasonable and can be accomplished within a few months. In
this example, you might want to have just one date in the next three months. Not nearly as
thrilling of a goal, but a fantastic step towards a better life.
Or you probably want more money in your life. Instead of visualizing yourself suddenly
earning $250,000 a year, start with a goal of increasing your wage or your sales by 10 per
cent. Again, not exactly thrilling, but the point is you start small and build upon your
success, instead of going for the home run and missing every time.
You see, after you reach that first goal you will have some confidence, and you can use that confidence to step up to the next goal, slowly but surely building a better life in the
process.
The Magic of Thinking Small.
First, pick a goal that is just beyond your comfort level. Many motivational teachers will
urge you to shoot for the stars, think incredibly big, and go for goals which are ten times as
large as anything you've ever accomplished. This may work well for people who are already
confident in their power to manifest, but for the beginner, or for the person who has not
had much success using mind power, the idea of thinking outrageously big is a disaster.
For example, if you haven't had a date in three years you don't want to visualize yourself
scoring with bunnies at the Playboy mansion. In theory all goals are definitely achievable,
but in your reality you probably don't really believe it's possible, so it won't happen.
Instead, pick a goal which is reasonable and can be accomplished within a few months. In
this example, you might want to have just one date in the next three months. Not nearly as
thrilling of a goal, but a fantastic step towards a better life.
Or you probably want more money in your life. Instead of visualizing yourself suddenly
earning $250,000 a year, start with a goal of increasing your wage or your sales by 10 per
cent. Again, not exactly thrilling, but the point is you start small and build upon your
success, instead of going for the home run and missing every time.
You see, after you reach that first goal you will have some confidence, and you can use that confidence to step up to the next goal, slowly but surely building a better life in the
process.
How To Create Your LIFE
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minutes a day?
You don't need to buy anything, you don't need to own anything, you don't need to go
anywhere and you don't need to have any previous experience to make this method work
for you.
You already have everything you need. Just one brain, that's all you need. Let me show you
one way to program your mind so that your goals come to you effortlessly.
There Are Some Steps To explain. I will explain One by one In my Another Article.
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