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After a great storm comes the great calm
All is washed away by the pure torrents
Then prevails still the heat but a fresh weather
You see the green beds much glowing and swaying.
Under the hot weather you see the nature
Adorned with flowers and vegetables
Fruits and everything delicious
So will be when you are shadowed by the aura of the almighty
Sun is scorching they say yet there’s a beauty
All the plants unfold their leaves to welcome sun’s rays
They peep to have its glimpse even losing own beauty
We enjoy weak ends at sea shore or the mountains
To renew our energies exhausted after a year’s fatigue
You soften your throat by taking all that is cool
To quench the thirst against the heated weather.

HOW TO SUCCEED ?

Many believe that a sound personality has been formed by genetic inheritance, childhood environment the life events and the combination of good luck. Yet no one set of genesis common to successful people. Success stories are cot common to all It is doubtful that our genetic coding has a time-release mechanism. People raised in poorer neighborhood do have a higher evidence of crime and failures in life. It can work other way too. People raised in poverty have gone to achieve enormous success while the upper class people and the royalties are reduced to utter misery. Success does not appear to be guaranteed by environmental factors alone.

Some believe that the luck determines success. But it isn’t that amazing that those people who are well prepared to seize an opportunity usually seem to have luck. Luck is available to us all. But we should be ready to seek the opportunity. . We should be ready to take risk, ready to take advantage of being in the right place at the right time. . Most success people say that they prepare their own luck.
Success may depend on our attitudes. Attitudes our emotional leanings. They cause us think in a certain way. Our attitudes are the choices we make. To believe or not to believe in particular aspects. We are born with natural and Potential Ocean of creativity to acquire efficient skill and have mastery over our

At the dawn of the spring’s morn

The sky profuse, a hope was born

In that placid gaze a smile I’d worn

Today I shall listen and find a corn

I faced the eastern sky with splendour

My hands were folded a tribute to render

To my God who grants me to administer

His inspiration with care and vigour

When we speak of certain terms such as First language, native language or mother tongue, what do we intend to say? First language is the language which the child learns first hence from its mother or Parents. It is the language a person learns first. Can we but call that person as the native speaker of the language? If the Parents speak an acquired language for example English and if they communicate that language to the child can we call that language as Mother tongue? If the native speakers speak more than one language to communicate with their neighbours who come from different place than which language can be considered as Mother tongue? Which language is native language and which language can be the first language and which language can be considered as the second language? If all of the languages are learned naturally without formal instruction, such as through cultural immersion before puberty such a language can be called as mother tongue or the native language or the first local language. Often a child learns the basics of his or her first languages from his or her family. The term "mother tongue" should not be interpreted to mean that it is the language of one's mother. In some paternal societies, the wife moves in with the husband and thus may have a different first language, or dialect, than the local language of the husband. Yet their children usually only speak their local language. Only a few will learn to speak their mothers' languages like natives. Mother in this context probably originated from the definition of mother as source, or origin; as in mother-country or land First language learners will be successful in both measurements. It is inevitable that all first language learners will learn a first language and with few exceptions, they will be fully successful. Acquiring a second language occurs in systematic stages. Much evidence has been gathered to show that basic sounds, vocabulary, negating phrases, forming questions, using relative clauses, and so on are developed. This development is independent from input (we do not hear nor read language in this order), independent from learning situation (in the classroom or on the street), The second language has been acquired after childhood age with conscious effort. Learning the second language becomes a great difficulty to the learners also because the teachers of the second language may hold a degree but not efficient in mastering the language skill.

Usually when the cat and the dog sense the presence of each other spontaneously they begin to show their dislike for each other. But the tiny puppy and the mitten in their innocent state can create a situation that inspires affection and entertainment then it is evident that the virtues and the vices are in the mind and not in the nature. Where there is purity , where there is innocence even the spontaneous opposite characters can live a life that brings in innocent joy and pure happiness .

When I read BALANCE by Sir Dinakararao it made me reflect a bit… defining a perfect state of being in one sentence or a word “Balance” it makes me reflect his four lines on Budhahood. So are we not on the perception that whether one is a psychologists, philosopher spiritualist, and economist and to any denomination that he belongs to… in every state of life there is a sense of that attaining tranquility, a Balance or a Budhahood…. Undisturbed at pain or gain, praise or blame but to attain that non accelerated state…Doing, or being in perfect harmony, to be in harmony with the self, to be in harmony with the neighbours unconditionally is it not man’s eternal quest ? The one who attains this state- BALANCE or that Budhahood is mightier than the dynamo that with his perfect quietitude can revolutionize the world as Buddha or Christ did.

In my anguish I sought the nature
Gazing her beauty across the river
Gentle breeze swaying so tender
In meadow’s green I did ponder

The tree crowned with golden flower
The oriental wind gently did whisper
Beneath the morning sky’s splendour
Someone touched upon my shoulder.

Deep Silence flowed upon me, so tender
His kindness filled my heart, He did utter
Loving echo! I Pray, hide from me never
My Love I’m so enriched by your shower.

The music of the chirping birds I did hear
A lullaby song enchanted I did slumber
Loneliness fled and without anyone near
Love awakened with new faith so sure.

I woke up and gazed around the river
The flowers bloomed, sweetest odour
My lungs relaxed I began to see clear
There’s hidden God’s healing power.

I discovered o sure nature is a Mother
Who bears the burden with her power
She dandles us upon her knee so tender
She feeds, she heals, she fails us never

Age is a quality of mind with a dream
You hope to fulfil always your aim
Have ambition that blazes like a fire
You are young though years expire

If your love is genuine and strong
Even the sickness that prolong
You shall surpass when you long
Want to live to reach the goal along

Your life shall prolong even against the cancer
When your love and there’s someone waits for
Your state of mind determines your age true
But the giver of Life may suddenly claim you
And you can’t fight against but you pursue

Some suggest give for education –for the poor children
Hum you frown and say all teachers are cheaters!
Then give it to the hospital to heal the poor
Oh! You exhaust and say ‘I never took medicine in my life!
Why should I encourage others to adopt this senseless way!
The give to the temple to build a dome, Huuuu you sing
These gurus are all hum bucks you scream
Then build a rest house same say
And you reply why should I encourage the idle gossip and lose time?

Many poor destitute and widows knocked at your door
You enquired and grinned saying you are not a fool to be cheated
As your end came near some suggested conduct a rite
To liberate your soul by donating a milking cow to the Guru
And you finally agreed but not a cow with more milk to be a waste
And then a cow with just two liters of milk- one to liberate your soul
And one to be an offertory to the Guru as you dies your trunk is full
Tell me grandpa which cause merits your deserving charity?
Is it not worth if I use it for a worthy cause!

When I asked from my friends to say what is love the following phrase of sir Dinakararao's phrase struck me so much and i write down the following reflection- Sir Dinkaran rao says " but it is eternally Gods love which finally that matters to everyliving being"

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I woke up at the chirping sound of the birds
And sat upon the bed listening to co pose words
I couldn’t decipher the meaning of their sounds
So I walked up to gaze through the window’s rods

Two birds looked at each other touching their beaks
Then they sang looking around plopping their wings
They leaped up their necks listening the nature’s echoes.
Then they flew hopping on the twigs pecking the worms

I dashed out in the open air to breathe the fresh air
In that placid air I felt being in mother’s arms
I leaned upon the green carpet gazing the sunrise
The Divine grace enveloped me like the dew on the grass

Being aroused by the divine grace I gazed beneath the eyebrows
The lights flashed before me like the calm waves
Peace flooded my soul, my limbs were paralyzed
I beheld an eye lined in blue and purple; yellow at the centre
A star shining bright,; silence became a language

Burning heat in the heart aching with pain like a wound
Painful, acute but not willing that it escapes
Wave raced upon my heart I perceived the Lord
I felt attuned to Him and forgot the whole world

The heat cooled down calmness surrounded my self
Filled with amazement I felt one in the divine
When I realized, everything faded, gently I woke up
I felt the thirst to see Him again but in vain I longed.

Love flooded my soul to serve the world
With a smile greeting the unloved with compassion
Bowing my head, acknowledging in them the divine
Creating equality and universal brotherhood

To share my plate, to heed the starving,
To bend my glass to purr out to the thirsty
To cut my sheet to cover up the naked from his shame
Thus render my cult to God and long to be His beloved

With this proposal I woke up like from a sleep
Finding my limbs stiff as if paralyzed
I called out my lord and asked for His grace
The blood began to rush to regain my strength

Slowly I began to move with reverence
My hands and fingers aching with such pain
But joy was floating in my soul with remembrance
With a new zeal I rose up to serve my brethren

Cover the naked feed the hungry
Pacify every man who is angry
Gather the scattered and the weary
Share with those who are not worthy

Then you shall be a shining star
Abundance shall knock thy door
This is the law of the nature
Love shall assure your future

The water from the lake and river
All gathers in the ocean’s shore
Charity brings you inner power
You shall reap the fruit for ever

Glorious rays sparkled at the dawn
My dear friend why do you mourn?
Slumbering at every jerk you yawn
In despair now why do you groan?

You visit the Church with devotion
Veiling and moaning for salvation
Craving prosperity and promotion
In your every strain victory to gain

Your adversary makes you frown
You do plan his doom and ruin
Tell me now are you not a clown?
Does God admit you put him down?

Does the darkness dwell beneath the sun?
Can the sun beam when the clouds frown?
Seek God that the wisdom may you own
Seeking God’s blessing is never a fun

At the light darkness will fade away
With delight blessings will do sway
Be upright, forgive and with joy pray
Be cult an investment for your day

Many ask "tell me what is love? Danielscharles ' Blog inspired me to ask the same question what is love?
Love is to acknowledge my relationship with otters. it is to recognise the role of each one. It is an unconditional disposition to perceive what the beloved needs and wants. It is to respect the choice of the beloved unconditionally. It is also a free disposition to allow the other to be as she is and never to compel the other what I expect her to be. Love is that love between Adam and Eve before they sinned. Love is kind, love is gentle love is mild love is pure love is altruistic. Love covers the multitude of sins of the others. Jesus says no greater love is there than to lay down one’s own life for his beloved. Love is to serve with liberty in spirit. Love is not slave. Love is a master who serves with simplicity. Love is to live and let others live. Love is to allow the others as they would like to be. Love is to seek the good, the welfare and the well being of oneself and those of all who surround him. Love is to live in peace and allow others to live in peace. Love is truth. Love is righteousness and faithfulness. Love is the disposition to immolate oneself for the survival and well being of the beloved. Love is the capacity to accept the neighbour. Love is to accept the criticism and seek one’s own growth. Love is to accept the criticizer and treat him as a friend and with gratitude. Love is t accept the self loss and promote the welfare of the beloved

And now I too ask you tell me what love is ?

You called out my name Mother
I felt joy at your voice so tender
I rushed to you clinging your knees
I was too small to reach your face

At my guilt you called out my name
I gently obliged to you without claim
I didn’t like the idea to hurt my Mom
Your love forbade me act with shame

You called out my name dear Mother
For accomplishing my daily homework
You were my teacher, a playmate, a hero
With you praise and affection I excelled

In my shame you claimed me to be yours
You assured me with trust an alternative
You are the architect for my loss to reverse
I cling to you dear Mother with heart’s content

You watched over my friends towards the gain
You loved them for I was yours
You were my hero yes a true companion
Your gentle hands mother I revere

The primary need of a child is to be accepted and loved by her parents and siblings. This has been proved by a 9 year old girl Laxmi from Kottayam who immolated herself by burning herself in flame by kerosene oil. A girl studying in IV standard was loved by her teachers and the headmistress. But Laxmi was sad. Her home had been for her a hell. She had lost her mother. The paternal grand Mother took her for granted as an object to work and showered on her the rain of punishment. Her Father took all his revenge on her when the grand mother complained. As drunkard as he was , he never realised that the children need love and it is their fundamental right. The grand mother never remembered that once she too was small and helpless. How can one remain immune to this?

After reading ad admiring sir Dinakararao's "Good Morning i began to think

Weak stem with green leaves
adorned with lovely flowers
supported with bright canvass
Just a phrase of good morning !

Joy filled my heart so to hear
The sound transmitted by care
With elegant art, joy to share
With green and red looking fair

When contrast colours form unity
They attract the heart with no vanity
Joy surrounds then in heart's cavity
That "Good Morning" has led many to gaity

Without any wealth in hand you can be a potential contributor to the society by sharing your ideas, opinions, the alternative ways of solutions, your admonition or pre-cautioning, your intelligence and your wisdom shared with others may become a royal door of prosperity, peace and joy. It may save people from every danger.

Charity is not a monetary gift alone but it is the skill and capacity to share with others which leads the other for prosperity. Share and abundance will flow at your doorstep and people will bless you. You will be immortal even after your physical death

A gentle walking slow upon the Sand
I saw her with a Wild Flower in hand
With love she was caught in that cage
Anxiety, restless and burning in a rage

Birds flew back together to their cage
While I heard a chat of praying sage
What is life I asked and wrote this page
At the sunset all see their beloved image.

A great vacuum within lost in thought
While recalled my beloved and sought
With love a precious gift I had bought
And now I remain for the battle fought

If the heart did not palpitate to return
For the courtesy rejected that I moan
What does it mean in pain I do groan
Love is rejected, as a vagabond I roam

You may not have silver and gold to offer as gift to your loved once. . You may not have currency notes to count from the tip of your fingers with velocity and skill, but nothing to worry. Your presence itself can be a great gift to everyone. When you are present at home
Your family is comfortable and feel protected, guided and directed, when you are at the office, your boss, your colleagues and the entire team is comfortable and assured of a peaceful co existence. When you are with your friends you are recognised as someone in whom one can find joy and relaxation. When you are with the children and the youth you are accepted as someone worthy to listen at. Then you shall be remembered and your life shall find a meaning and worth living