Category Archives: Beauty

If I was 300 years old.


Excellent, and MOST Powerful Writing.

Brother Rajiv has been hiding his Writing Talents behind his Camera. Or perhaps We/I did not pay attention to this Young Man Enough.

Let Us Read this, and Be Inspired.


This post, which is being written at 12:30 at night, is something that I am writing on the spur of the moment. I am not sure about the direction of this post. It is inspired by the comment made by a lady called Kathryn Sparks, in response to my post called “Billions”, and she commented about how some erudite scientists have been talking about taking life expectancy to 300 years.

Gollum lived to 500 years, and at the end of his unnaturally long life, he felt stretched. The Ring had taken a heavy toll on him.

Now, if I was 300 years old, I would have been born in 1715. Delhi would have been in turmoil. Aurangzeb, the last of the Great Mughal Emperors had died in 1708, and the Mughal Empire would have started its long implosion. The Marathas from West India had started to snap at the heels…

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The Mongrel Howls: Empty Spaces, Silent Spaces


Two wonderful excerpts:

‘Do you die when memory of you dies away? Or, do you die when the impact of your actions on this earth die out completely?’

‘When he died, we were suddenly aware of the emptiness. While there is indeed a lightness in our apartment, there is an emptiness now, and there is a silence in the area where there used to be noise and action.’

Will that be said of All of Us?



My father in law died a few days ago. He had been living with us for the last several years, and over these years, he had declined continuously. He had declined to the point where he was the shadow of the man who I knew when I married. In fact, my memories of the man I knew when I married had almost faded.

All I remembered was a man who had severe dementia, and who could not walk even a step. I would carry him to the bathroom for a bath, and carry him back.

Two weeks ago, he collapsed, and was bed ridden for the last two weeks in his life. We knew that his end was nigh, and we had realised, for a long time, that death was better for him than life.

When he was alive, he and his nurse occupied a physical and spiritual/ emotional space.

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The Baby Catepillar 


Inviting Us to Change!

The title definitely gives the message away, but the Presentation is Very Good! 🙂 Enjoy!


South Boston Stephanie

There’s was once a baby caterpillar.

Who was afraid to grow up.

She wanted to stay a baby caterpillar forever.

The cocoon scared her.

She had a million excuses…

“It’s too dark…”

” I’m afraid of heights…”

So instead she just watched as each of her friends one by one changed into butterflies.

when the winter came she grew lonely.

All the butterflies flew to warm places.

Even the baby caterpillars out grew her,

Taking the challenge on proudly.

Why was it so hard for her to grow up?

One night after a really bad storm she was forced into the cocoon

When she finally awoke & broke free… (wah-la)

She had transformed into a beautiful butterfly!

As she soared amongst the clouds in the warmth of the sun she looked back at the little tree where she had spent most of her life..

Although it will be missed,


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5 Habits of Happy People


‘Happy people tend to spend money on experience more than on things,’ begins the author.

Of course what he means is HAVING THE EXPERIENCE rather than GAINING EXPERIENCE.

With regard to his Basics, I would say,

‘A person who cannot enjoy a Cup of Coffee, or a Plain Salted Biscuit, (purely from the viewpoint of Enjoyment), the Beauty of a Flower or Butterfly, etc, and NEEDS Exotic Foods or experiences like Bungee jumping, then that means that:


I Wish You all Happiness, Love and Peace!


Don’t let Your Shoulder Show!


[ This is NOT to criticise the Mennonites. I find many catholic traditions, particularly going on pilgrimages to Velankanni to have a good time there, which includes Booze and other things, even worse. ]


“It was exhausting,” said Lindsay, a pharmacy student at the U of M. “An unrelenting barrage of comments about how horrible it was that my shoulders were showing…”

Mennonite Grandmother Reacts With Disgust to Granddaughter’s Top

So, Please, Don’t let Your Shoulder show! 🙂

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