And suddenly, magazines and newspapers are talking about the effect of broken marriages on children. Earlier, the debate was on divorce vs. long lasting marriages. The focus has now shifted to study the children and their performance and character based on whether they have been raised in single-parent or normal homes.
Recently, I read in Time.com on how children who are raised without a father or mother have worse off grades and/or higher college dropout and so on.
We have had enough studies to provide evidence for the entire generation for the next 20 years. The research people might as well stop their studies and focus on holding together their own lives instead of highlighting the pros and cons of family relations and trouble faced by children.
A child who is browsing the net for some information can easily come across articles like these. And what he/she finds there is not some magic words written there but a 'study' that should not be shown to children in the first place.
Society has enough hierarchy and hypocrisy to harm children of divorced or separated parents in unthinkable ways - they certainly don't need news telling them their poor performance can be due to them being raised by single parents.
There is demand probably among few parents for information like this. There is no other division of society who would need demotivating studies and results to make them mourn instead of feel good about their lives.
How about studies such as children raised in single parent households are more patient and understanding?
Discrimination is found everyday among children themselves, thanks to insensitive teachers and parents who sympathize or silently mock children who are raised without a father or mother. Why can't they be treated normally? Growing up with parents who are divorced or separated or no more can make a child a better human being.
But it's sad that our society consists of people who rarely stand up for children and motivate them to build their own character and personality, and be strong to face every situation that comes their way.
Help the children who cry for broken homes - not out of feeling 'bad' for their lives, but because they are independent and have a long way to grow and need nurturing like any other child. With such studies and mindset of people, a child feels weak, even if his mind and heart have immense power and maturity.
Focus on the positive instead of the negative, and the result will be there for everyone to feel and enjoy. Especially children.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
It's all for Love. Michael Jackson :) :) :)
Michael Jackson...
A man, who danced, sang, believed, helped, nurtured, cared and loved. Every Minute of his Life. People call him a performer, and sing along to his tunes, not really caring for the man himself. Given the tiles 'king of pop', 'legendary Michael Jackson', 'God of Music', among others.
He loved you know, and stood up for mankind, and united us all. How? Through his music, that reached millions and spread like wildfire for it was borne out of love. Love for all. Love for mankind, nature, tress, planet Earth. He just loved, never putting reason to any of it. He bared his heart for all to feel the love he felt for everything. He helped us let go of inhibitions and hatred and made us feel love that existed inside us, within our very soul.
His message is so clear - It's all about Love. L O V E. And it really is all about that. At the end of the day, you want love, you give love. It's magic to be a part of this planet and to be able to feel all these beautiful emotions, instead of having negativity flow inside us.
I am proud of Michael Jackson for having sheltered his childishness through the fame and drama that unfolded in his life. He received severe criticism for not having let go of his child-like behavior even at the age of 50. He is a man not filled with insecurity, but with strength to be himself.
And he had the power within him to accept everybody around him, looking over positives instead of negatives in all. He spread love and created bonds and maintained love through generations in lots of families. My father and I love listening to Michael Jackson songs. And those small, sweet moments will always remain with me.
I first listened to Michael Jackson songs when my father bout 3 CDs of his songs - Bad, Thriller and History in the mix (Blood on the Dance Floor). And since then, there has been no turning back.
It is sad to not have him on Earth, but he is always present through the love in his songs, and his music and dance from the soul.
In the end, the one thing that will always remain with us all - It's all for Love. Yes Michael, it's actually all for Love in this universe :)
A man, who danced, sang, believed, helped, nurtured, cared and loved. Every Minute of his Life. People call him a performer, and sing along to his tunes, not really caring for the man himself. Given the tiles 'king of pop', 'legendary Michael Jackson', 'God of Music', among others.
He loved you know, and stood up for mankind, and united us all. How? Through his music, that reached millions and spread like wildfire for it was borne out of love. Love for all. Love for mankind, nature, tress, planet Earth. He just loved, never putting reason to any of it. He bared his heart for all to feel the love he felt for everything. He helped us let go of inhibitions and hatred and made us feel love that existed inside us, within our very soul.
His message is so clear - It's all about Love. L O V E. And it really is all about that. At the end of the day, you want love, you give love. It's magic to be a part of this planet and to be able to feel all these beautiful emotions, instead of having negativity flow inside us.
I am proud of Michael Jackson for having sheltered his childishness through the fame and drama that unfolded in his life. He received severe criticism for not having let go of his child-like behavior even at the age of 50. He is a man not filled with insecurity, but with strength to be himself.
And he had the power within him to accept everybody around him, looking over positives instead of negatives in all. He spread love and created bonds and maintained love through generations in lots of families. My father and I love listening to Michael Jackson songs. And those small, sweet moments will always remain with me.
I first listened to Michael Jackson songs when my father bout 3 CDs of his songs - Bad, Thriller and History in the mix (Blood on the Dance Floor). And since then, there has been no turning back.
It is sad to not have him on Earth, but he is always present through the love in his songs, and his music and dance from the soul.
In the end, the one thing that will always remain with us all - It's all for Love. Yes Michael, it's actually all for Love in this universe :)
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
The journey of Truth
Truth will never bite. It will only give us the wings we needed to fly out.
It relieves us of the pain that harms us, and the chains that bound us.
Its that beautiful sense of freedom we discover when we speak the truth out, such that we can soar up high with no regret and remorse.
Truth is an extension of the purity that lies naked within you. It never shows itself, for it is pure and untouched. Truth, if we shorten it leads to the existence of the word 'true'. Pure, in other words - true.
Truth is Existence. In itself. Its an experience, a journey. You might ask 'how'. I can only think of one sentence to bring forward the essence, understanding of it. When you tell a lie, it is said subconsciously. It is followed by another one in consciousness, and another. All these lies culminate to form what can be described as a 'journey' of lies. For once you embark on it, the strength to stop reduces over a period of time.
In a similar way, truth is a journey. A simple word is all it takes to realize the beauty of being true. Every day in our lives, we encounter a situaiton where we have the power to respond. And that decision of yours will make you aware of the reality, of yourself, of things you had not observed earlier.
The seed of truth is there in each one of us. It is present, to help you, guide you, motivate you.
Every journey has a beginning. The journey of truth starts within us, inside us.
It relieves us of the pain that harms us, and the chains that bound us.
Its that beautiful sense of freedom we discover when we speak the truth out, such that we can soar up high with no regret and remorse.
Truth is an extension of the purity that lies naked within you. It never shows itself, for it is pure and untouched. Truth, if we shorten it leads to the existence of the word 'true'. Pure, in other words - true.
Truth is Existence. In itself. Its an experience, a journey. You might ask 'how'. I can only think of one sentence to bring forward the essence, understanding of it. When you tell a lie, it is said subconsciously. It is followed by another one in consciousness, and another. All these lies culminate to form what can be described as a 'journey' of lies. For once you embark on it, the strength to stop reduces over a period of time.
In a similar way, truth is a journey. A simple word is all it takes to realize the beauty of being true. Every day in our lives, we encounter a situaiton where we have the power to respond. And that decision of yours will make you aware of the reality, of yourself, of things you had not observed earlier.
The seed of truth is there in each one of us. It is present, to help you, guide you, motivate you.
Every journey has a beginning. The journey of truth starts within us, inside us.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Mama told me...
Mama told me I'm a star
As I cried for broken toys
She told me I will get these back
I sat on the swing and fell
I ran and I stumbled
Mama told me
You are a star
You are the brightest star
I searched for an apple
On branches so dead
Coloring them green
In my mind and head
And I became sour
Apple wasn't there, branches were dead
Mama told me I'm a star
My birthday I got no present
No gift to me to say 'I love you'
But someone came in the night,
Hugged me and kissed me on forehead
She told me
I love you my baby
You are the brightest star.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Choco lover :)
In a chocolate cloud of chocolaty love
I melt in the arms of chocolate biscotti
And flow in the river of chocolate coffee
With the sauce that drips and dances around my face
To the crumbs that line my teeth as I giggle in delight
You are the chocolate and I am the wonderer
Wondering at the marvel of all recipes that can be made
Of all the praise you can bake
From minutes to hours
And seconds to present, you are my fantasy, you are my reality
Not a day goes when I don’t look at you in my fridge
Sitting there in all happiness in summers
And warm outside in the winter sun
In all seasons you are loved
In all generations you are adored
You are a treat, you are a mystery
In the darkness you have a wonderful scent that attracts me
You are the smile of my life; you are the naughty apple of my eye
You are a celebration to rejoice on
You are the bestest thing that ever happened to me.
You are the chocolate and I am your lover :)
I melt in the arms of chocolate biscotti
And flow in the river of chocolate coffee
With the sauce that drips and dances around my face
To the crumbs that line my teeth as I giggle in delight
You are the chocolate and I am the wonderer
Wondering at the marvel of all recipes that can be made
Of all the praise you can bake
From minutes to hours
And seconds to present, you are my fantasy, you are my reality
Not a day goes when I don’t look at you in my fridge
Sitting there in all happiness in summers
And warm outside in the winter sun
In all seasons you are loved
In all generations you are adored
You are a treat, you are a mystery
In the darkness you have a wonderful scent that attracts me
You are the smile of my life; you are the naughty apple of my eye
You are a celebration to rejoice on
You are the bestest thing that ever happened to me.
You are the chocolate and I am your lover :)
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Can you BE more random?!
The girl in the purple shirt wondered whether she looked nice. She was simple and down-to-earth, and thought good thoughts about people within her heart. Yet, on the surface, she showed herself to be cold and uncaring. Pretense was her everyday life, yet she came alive being with herself, for she was never scared to reveal her true self and celebrate her being with so much enthusiasm and excitement when she was alone.
She danced in the night, staring into the glass window and posing. She danced in the shower and made curves and circles on the wall next to the shower and making designs with the froth of the shampoo. She listened to music dancing in front of the bathroom mirror and tried clothes in different styles, just being herself. She sang a tune a low a high - she never sang yet she did once in a blue moon when she opened the fridge and drank water, or holding the coke bottle in her hand as she dragged the heel of her toe because she was too lazy to pretend to be sophisticated at night.
She watched the food heat up on the stove and turned circles on her toe like she was taught in her jazz class, as tired as she was; she loved to show off whenever she could. And though she showed she hated change, she loved change from the core of her heart. Inventing a new step every time she danced to invisible music on the kitchen floor seemed refreshing to her tired body.
From the time she reached back home to the time she slept, the fridge was opened at least 5 times as she gazed inside and bent on her knees to search for ingredients, for junk food - not knowing what she wanted really; just that she wanted 'something'. And that was enough to make her open kitchen cabinets and search and wonder and search some more. She talked to herself, exclaiming and thinking out loud when she felt she was heading nowhere. She called out to food, asking it to appear in front of her, sometimes in frustration 'where ARE you'.
She smiled at the tv when her favorite television shows were coming, and as she saw the scenes roll by, she pictured herself and wondered what role she would fit in - her deep desire to act and be known for her talent, to get applause and rejoice in the same. She munched on what she could find, and kept sipping on a warm water bottle in the middle of the summer till she realized there was no other way but to get up and fetch something from the kitchen herself. She eagerly flicked through television channels to see any shows where food was being made - ah, the love of her life, the love of her very existence and living. And as she saw those chefs cook up something in the matter of minutes, she paid attention like she has never done through the day, and watched as they piled on ingredients to make a dish look so simple and marvelous in taste.
She is a funny person, who loves to be known for making people laugh - she can't crack jokes, yet she tries so hard to make people laugh by being goofy. That's her second name by the way - Goofy.
She danced in the night, staring into the glass window and posing. She danced in the shower and made curves and circles on the wall next to the shower and making designs with the froth of the shampoo. She listened to music dancing in front of the bathroom mirror and tried clothes in different styles, just being herself. She sang a tune a low a high - she never sang yet she did once in a blue moon when she opened the fridge and drank water, or holding the coke bottle in her hand as she dragged the heel of her toe because she was too lazy to pretend to be sophisticated at night.
She watched the food heat up on the stove and turned circles on her toe like she was taught in her jazz class, as tired as she was; she loved to show off whenever she could. And though she showed she hated change, she loved change from the core of her heart. Inventing a new step every time she danced to invisible music on the kitchen floor seemed refreshing to her tired body.
From the time she reached back home to the time she slept, the fridge was opened at least 5 times as she gazed inside and bent on her knees to search for ingredients, for junk food - not knowing what she wanted really; just that she wanted 'something'. And that was enough to make her open kitchen cabinets and search and wonder and search some more. She talked to herself, exclaiming and thinking out loud when she felt she was heading nowhere. She called out to food, asking it to appear in front of her, sometimes in frustration 'where ARE you'.
She smiled at the tv when her favorite television shows were coming, and as she saw the scenes roll by, she pictured herself and wondered what role she would fit in - her deep desire to act and be known for her talent, to get applause and rejoice in the same. She munched on what she could find, and kept sipping on a warm water bottle in the middle of the summer till she realized there was no other way but to get up and fetch something from the kitchen herself. She eagerly flicked through television channels to see any shows where food was being made - ah, the love of her life, the love of her very existence and living. And as she saw those chefs cook up something in the matter of minutes, she paid attention like she has never done through the day, and watched as they piled on ingredients to make a dish look so simple and marvelous in taste.
She is a funny person, who loves to be known for making people laugh - she can't crack jokes, yet she tries so hard to make people laugh by being goofy. That's her second name by the way - Goofy.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
An ounce of jealousy, a pound of unhappiness
As the work piles up like a growing stack of blocks, I hit rock bottom with no idea of action or intent or purpose. I consider myself sincerely selfish but people tell me my intentions are often borne out of love and care i.e. I am a beautiful person at heart.
I should be happy knowing people really like me, but somewhere I can't seem to tune the wires of my precious brain into parallel lines. They are tangled like a mess of wires lying in the attic gathering dust.
For starters, I am jealous. Jealous of success (of others obviously), of achievements and all the gold medals people bring back home to their mummas and papas. Recently, my jealous streak has shifted to an insanely higher level, thanks to my peers doing extremely well. I have a respectable job, earn an amount which is not at par with others but definitely not so low that I can't live comfortably, I stay in a beautiful house and love all things random and beautiful - from chocolates in a fridge to my novels. Yes, I ought to be content with my life for the way it's shaping up. I am trying something new, a different path, which makes my life all the more challenging and exciting.
But there is the factor of jealousy that resides in an unknown place and comes to haunt me - from the middle of a telephonic conversation to a small thought that's blown out of proportion.
In such times, I am gripped by what is known as 'you-are-nowhere' talk. A creepy little side to me loves to see me drown myself in negative feelings and pulls me down to a sinking level of unimaginable depth. And the tiny creature/voice has power over my nice and perfectly normal feelings. It's a very uneasy interruption in my casual flow of thoughts.
Its power is immense. A lot of optimists would tell me 'You have the power in your hands'. Yes, I very well know my life's power is in my hands - but what about these times when all the power of the world seems to have disappeared into outer space?
I can control the effect of jealousy but the initial milli-second response to someone's achievements is terrible. I try not to let the factor of jealousy go to my head, for that is the art of controlling your emotions. Yet I fail miserably certain times. And those are the times when my failures are highlighted in colors worse than neon lights, and my image is reduced to that of a small, sad beast.
I certainly have to pretend I am happy for people around me; if I show my jealousy they will think I am evil and can't be genuine for someone’s success. So this rotten feeling eats me up from within, and my thoughts drown me even further. Sometimes it takes a minute to snap out of it, other times it haunts me for days in a row.
I should be happy knowing people really like me, but somewhere I can't seem to tune the wires of my precious brain into parallel lines. They are tangled like a mess of wires lying in the attic gathering dust.
For starters, I am jealous. Jealous of success (of others obviously), of achievements and all the gold medals people bring back home to their mummas and papas. Recently, my jealous streak has shifted to an insanely higher level, thanks to my peers doing extremely well. I have a respectable job, earn an amount which is not at par with others but definitely not so low that I can't live comfortably, I stay in a beautiful house and love all things random and beautiful - from chocolates in a fridge to my novels. Yes, I ought to be content with my life for the way it's shaping up. I am trying something new, a different path, which makes my life all the more challenging and exciting.
But there is the factor of jealousy that resides in an unknown place and comes to haunt me - from the middle of a telephonic conversation to a small thought that's blown out of proportion.
In such times, I am gripped by what is known as 'you-are-nowhere' talk. A creepy little side to me loves to see me drown myself in negative feelings and pulls me down to a sinking level of unimaginable depth. And the tiny creature/voice has power over my nice and perfectly normal feelings. It's a very uneasy interruption in my casual flow of thoughts.
Its power is immense. A lot of optimists would tell me 'You have the power in your hands'. Yes, I very well know my life's power is in my hands - but what about these times when all the power of the world seems to have disappeared into outer space?
I can control the effect of jealousy but the initial milli-second response to someone's achievements is terrible. I try not to let the factor of jealousy go to my head, for that is the art of controlling your emotions. Yet I fail miserably certain times. And those are the times when my failures are highlighted in colors worse than neon lights, and my image is reduced to that of a small, sad beast.
I certainly have to pretend I am happy for people around me; if I show my jealousy they will think I am evil and can't be genuine for someone’s success. So this rotten feeling eats me up from within, and my thoughts drown me even further. Sometimes it takes a minute to snap out of it, other times it haunts me for days in a row.
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