Monthly Archives: March 2014

A New Pollyanna

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These days I’ve started looking at the world from a different perspective; it seems like I’m reliving the life in a new way like Pollyanna.  

“When you look for the bad in mankind expecting to find it, you surely will.” (Pollyanna- a glad girl) 

Pollyanna a best-selling 1913 novel by Eleanor H. Porter is now considered a classic of children’s literature, with the title character’s name becoming a popular term for someone with the same optimistic outlook. 

The novel’s success brought the “Pollyanna principle” (along with the adjective “Pollyannaish” and the noun “Pollyannaism”) into the language to describe someone who seems always to be to find something to be “glad” about no matter what circumstances arise. Wikipedia  

So thanks to Pollyanna’s  contribution to our way of thinking and making our lives full of gratification. 

At this point of time lots of thoughts want to find a way from my mind on to the paper. Well I will try to control them for the time being, ‘coz I want to bring them out beautifully during A-Z Challenge.  

From now my job will be to:  

  • look at things with positivism, 

  • laugh on the issues that irritate me, 

  • understand that time will always change… it will never be the same, 

  • be flexible and clear, 

  • feel complete from within; my breaths are the proof of this. 

  • do everything without expectation…

 

While writing for the challenge, genres may differ but the message will be same, that is to find good and appreciate. Hopefully this will reflect in my blog posts throughout the challenge….

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My Angel

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Write Tribe- Festival of words #3- International Women’s Day 2014

A mother can change herself and others for the sake of her children… 

I was gazing at her beautiful face, while sleeping she looked like a tiny beautiful princess. Her curly golden locks waved on her pretty face making her even prettier. But this bundle of joy will be separated from me now! ‘How we will survive without each other’? ‘How will I dare to contradict my Husband’s decision’? My heart pined. Angel! My Angel is a very cute child but not with the combination of beauty with the brains, she is seven, but her brain is underdeveloped. A glimpse of my Angel blossoms the hearts of many but the next moment all those hearts are filled with sympathy towards her.

stock-photo-beautiful-three-year-old-mixed-race-girl-in-baggy-men-s-suit-close-up-over-white-57458602Last night, every one voted against Angel’s further more stay at home, because the party last night was spoiled by her. During the party she, came down without being noticed by the maid and was being admired by a guest couple, ‘Wow Mrs. Smith your daughter’s really an Angel’! Poor Angel threw a tantrum to get rid of them, which created a big scene and my Angel was blamed for all that.

‘This girl ruined my social image today’, ‘every time you obviate this matter but now, its impossible’, my husband, gave the final verdict against Angel, ‘tomorrow we will take Angel to Happy Home for admission, and I am sure she will be accepted there, it will be good for her future’. After delivering this verdict he rose up with firm expressions. Like father, like son, my older son Bob who is fifteen said, ‘dad, Angel can learn something if she gets the training there’. ‘Gosh! It was so embarrassing, when she did all sort of tantrums in front of everyone’, added Mike who is thirteen.

In my family; every decision was taken by my husband. Even I favored it because he always did itu15937661 right and I had a blind faith in him. But, today his decision proved wrong, totally wrong! Now my family members are planning to send her to the home for mentally retarded. ‘Is this the result of blind faith’? Bob and Mike never had much liking for Angel, and she was always disdained by them. ‘Mom please take her away from here; see what the hell she is doing’! A very common statement made by them regularly. It was no one’s fault; she always bothered everyone despite of continual warnings, but she was not to be blamed. It became my full time job to look after everyone and specially her and settling all the matters and apologizing on her behalf.

Suddenly, my thoughts scattered, as my hubby appeared along with the boys and said, ‘come on Honey, get ready fast, or we will be late….’

‘Angel is not going anywhere’! It was my stern reply

‘But we decided last night’, he said back.

‘You decided, not me’ I retorted.

stock-photo-beautiful-little-girl-plays-with-mother-s-jewelry-close-up-140159425My Hubby was confused to see me argue like that, ‘but…..’ he could not say anything further.

‘Since the birth of Angel who has been looking after her, who had been with her whenever that poor child called for help’? I fired.

Looking at my sons I blurted, ‘If it were you instead of her, then’?

‘If normal people’s decision is this, then why should we blame that poor child’? I said angrily.

My hubby understood the situation and did not utter a word.

My sons stared at the corners out of remorse.

I declared, ‘if anyone tries to contradict me, Angel will not go alone of this house, I’ll be with her always’. They all never expected this situation and showed repentance through their gestures. After a pause I said, ‘and I hope that you all will help me to bring up Angel in a way she deserves’.

I wondered at this unanticipated encounter, I couldn’t believe. Its true, a mother is always with mother-daughter-clipartthe child who needs her more.

Suddenly, Angel woke up on hearing the noises; she stared at me with a frightened look, as it was an unusual scene for her. Analyzing and acting promptly on the situation my hubby made an announcement to my astonishment, ‘guys lets take Angel out for a drive’. He came forward, held her finger and led her out. Confused Angel turned back and was delighted to see me and brothers following her. Indeed, it was a bright morning for all of us!

 

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Endless Blessings

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Write Tribe- Festival of Words #3- Fiction 55

imagesJoe’s back from his boarding school. I’m in confusion how will I explain him about his grandmother’s death that happened 15 days ago in our home town.
Joe came running happily from his room, ‘momz…love you for this pleasant surprise!’
He continued, ‘and you know grandma’s saying now she will stay with us forever!’

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A Wise Fool

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Write Tribe- Festival of Words- Day 5 – brother-and-sister

share a personal experience that will inspire

 

One fine morning I and my younger brother were waiting for the school bus,  I was in grade 7 and my brother in grade 3  at that time. My brother was holding his craft project very carefully which he had to submit for the school craft exhibition, so that day out of excitement he got ready before time and persisted to leave for the  bus stop.  As we continued to wait, one of our neighbors stopped there and started inspecting our things.

My brother’s project was a nicely laid beautiful house with a garden around and cars parked in it. Our neighbor’s praise for my brother’s project made me feel like a winner because I was the one who did all that for him, putting my own project aside. I was about to tell the reality but remained quiet because my brother’s face was gleaming with joy.

On the other hand my project was not at all noticed as it was a simple flower vase, made in a little time left after completing my brother’s showy project. My silence made me foolish at that time (because I could see comparison in our neighbor’s eyes) but I felt myself wise because my silence gave my sweet little brother immense happiness.

Since then it became my habit and I enjoyed being wise from inside.1507549_10152103487910435_785877824_n

Every now and then many incidents occur where our giant pride willingly becomes a dwarf for the sake of harmonious surroundings.

Every time when I lose myself, I gain a heart. I love that wise fool in me. I consider it as a best weapon for bringing in peace.

P.S –  I wish that this aspiration  of mine survives forever…

This is one of my old posts, and I truly get inspired after recalling those pure and lovely childhood memories…

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I know why the caged bird sings- Maya Angelou

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Write Tribe Festival of Words # 3- Book review

It’s not exactly a book review, it’s my love towards the book ant its writer who is a true inspiration for all of us.

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My all time favorite book is Maya Angelou’s I know why the caged bird sings. It showcases patience, persistence, power and determination of a black girl in the racist society of 1930s.

Maya Angelou describes her own life during 1930s and 40s in Stamps, Arkansas where she is grown up in her paternal grandmother’s home with her younger brother after her parents’ divorce.

The racist atmosphere during that time gives a perilous childhood to Maya.  Her mother’s live in boyfriend molests and rapes her; leaving her in the feelings of guilt, fear and frustration.

Some positive incidents in the book tell us that she considers her grandmother as her idol figure and her brother as her only friend on whom she relies during her bleak times. Mrs. Bertha Flowers is an educated lady who introduces her to literature reading and the church sermons fill her with strength to face the oddities.

After every tough situation she finds herself a little stronger than before.

At the age of 15 she becomes the first African American woman to get the job of street car conductor. She becomes pregnant at the age of 16 and hides the reality from her mother and step father until she graduates high school.

The book ends at a positive note where Maya finds herself as a proud and confident mother of a newborn son.

My most favorite part of the book is the moment when she sees herself in the uniform of street car conductor and feels herself self contented for the first time in life.

If we love ourselves and if we believe in ourselves then I know why the caged bird sings is a must read for us. It truly re-energizes the power in the women.

 

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Spreading Smiles

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Write Tribe Festival of Words #3 : Free Write

277174_188780927829143_1282826605_nLast evening I was invited at my friend’s party. It was a huge gathering, and like any ostentatious party it had every element of extravagance in it. From theme decorated venue to the hostess’s designer outfit, every element was flamboyant; which seemed to be an exaggerated show of status rather than meeting with friends.

While returning back home, a thought struck my mind. We people do so much expenditure to maintain our status, and when we have to spend for a noble cause our thinking starts processing; even after that we do not reach any conclusion. Like spendthrifts, we buy unnecessary expensive items, but when the question erupts for any charity, we all pretend, as we have not heard. No doubt, there are people who do a lot for a good cause without letting others know, but those are only countable.

The ones, who can really afford, if they cut off only ten percent of their extravagance and involveImage themselves in any charity cause, are sure to bring changes in our society. The smiles on the faces of the impoverished will give them immense pleasure, which will be incomparable to any other pleasure gained by spending money.

So let’s all be responsible, and light just one little candle. If everyone follows the same path there will be sparkling and smiling candles all over the world, and then our planet will be the brightest one in the whole universe.

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Speaking Images

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Day 2- Blog Love
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Today we have been asked to show some love to another blog outside the circle of Write Tribers.
Well, few months back I came across a blog with visual representation by doodling mum. It includes the cartoon versions of her family activities, interestingly doodled by her.
‘Doodlemum’ brings in the freshness and smile through her drawings, which makes me nostalgic and at the same moment releases my stress too. Due to a little busy schedule I’ve been a bit irregular in visiting  Doodle mum these days, but I would definitely try to be regular and  enjoy those speaking images while having my coffee. Who would not want the daily dose of SMILE…
Thanks doodlemum for spreading the smiles 🙂
This is her URL and below is her latest doodle….ENJOY!
http://doodlemum.com

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You may be feeling under the weather Evie but here’s Gruff to cheer you up with his super noisy zombie killing ultimate lego machine! Hurray…

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The forgetful princess

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Write tribe- Festival of words- #3

Day 1 post – a 9-sentence fiction

?????????????????It was a complete new experience for me, a new world of relationships and feelings made me a little scared that how am I  going to manage all that in my new home. Every girl has to go through this after entering the matrimony, but in my case I felt a little tough as I was an overly pampered child by my parents and brothers.

The first morning in my new home (a lovely joint family) seemed to be like a show, where I was the center of attraction, all the experienced eyes were set on me and I had to perform according to the norms set for an ideal bride. So many tasks and just one me; I tried to spread myself thin and the result was a lot of mess. My lovely mom in law without criticizing me handled the situation and favored me for being a naive or inexperienced or sometimes forgetful… Ah! FORGETFUL… that sounded a savior  expression for my new life.

I wanted to lean on that to lead a relaxed married life, and  somehow I proved them that I am a real forgetful person and was quite happy that some shortcomings in my daily  schedule would be obscured by  my catch phrase, ‘ oh my forgetfulness’! Though I am a very sharp person, at that time to tackle the situation I got myself trapped in such circumstances that now people in my family started taking advantage of my forgetfulness (which does not exist).

I know that now they are playing with me, but I can’t say anything because I started the game and I have to be on the ground just for the sake of that game. Now I have planned to get rid of my own created trap and prove to my family that I am eating almonds and doing exercises to sharpen my memory…. coz I really want to be free of this never existing forgetfulness.

 

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