Musthapa was running behind her with a knife to take off her heart!!!

Hehehe!!! What a wonderful topic, I was thinking but I am actually not going to talk about this in my post. It was a mere nightmare that a friend of mine has seen last night and has screamed. Her mother has got up and given a glass of water and told her to sleep. This is the summary of the story even though it has a long one if I start from its origination. What I am going to talk about in today’s post is about dreams and nightmares and why we want Dreams to come true and nightmares not to happen at all.

The mind of human is a wonderful, miraculous thing that no one can predict about. I could stay on my bed but yet go to New york, Geneva, Austria, Sidney and even have a boat ride around the world and come. I call this mind traveling. Some call these sweet dreams and some call these our desires. But just for a moment you think you go to Austria(Mind traveling) and just fall from a mountain and you die. It is no more a dream but a night mare.

In life we think only about the previous second and the hours a head. We never think about the Hours, days, years that we lived, worked hard but we think a lot about the future. We think how well we are going to earn, how good our health will be. But none of us turn back and think if I die tomorrow have I lived a worthy life.

I am a person who oppose the idea of thinking that you are going to die tomorrow and do everything you have to do today but I never say not to look back and why not a do an appraisal about the work you have done. For some it might bring happiness and for some it will not. As I told before even in the dreams we see we always have a sweet part and nightmare of course. We strive hard to make our dreams a reality and night mares a lie. That’s what should happen in life too. We should think back learn from our mistakes. Learn from what we have done without just thinking about only the previous moment.

I know all what we see when we are in sleep are neither dreams nor nightmares. Some times its a dream and some times it is a nightmare and in life too it is the same we have Good times and we have bad times. But if in the way we wake up from a night mare screaming and crying, you live through the hard times you will not survive in the real life. We have to equally tolerate the good times and the bad times and live happily with what problem you have because you know you have days a head which will not be so and you know you have passed many days that were not so bad either. Life is about experience not how many triumphs you make but how many wars you have survived!!!

So the next time you wake up from a bad dream DO NOT SCREAM LIKE YESTERDAY MY FRIEND!! YOUR HEART IS NOT WORTHY TAKING!! hehehe!!!

My Room!!!

Looking through my window I see couple of trees, roofs, flowers, all scattered every where!! But I know out there out side my window is not just a what I see but millions of things that I do not see. Clouds filled with electrons, negative and positive trying to attract to each other. An atmosphere with Oxygen, Nitrogen, Carbon Dioxide and all sorts of complexities that I do not understand. A crows cry, a lions roar, a mans shout all of that is mixed up out side my window. I keep staring through my window thinking weather its reality or an illusion.

In front of me is an Oxford French Mini dictionary. Why?? because I am learning french these days. Then why not a tamil dictionary, I am learning that too. In front of me is my cellphone waiting for a call or a text from some one and its on top of my diary and I still think why I do not see a tamil dictionary around. I think we keep what we love the most around us. When we do not have what we want around we strive for it. We fight for it. When some one else have it we are jealous of it. If we do not like some thing we do not want it around. We just keep it some where, where it would get covered with dust and not come to our site unless we want it some day.

I look up, there is a photo hanging on the wall of 4 of the people I love a lot in this world. I stare at it at think to my self how much I miss them. I look to my right and see a wall hanging of Lord Buddha in which it says “All that is subjected to origination is subjected to cessation”. On my back I have the table on which I used to sleep and to my left I have my bed on which I used to study. My mom would say this is the messiest place on earth but I would say this is my world. My world where I am free to do what I want, cry laugh, shout, scream and any thing I want. But out of this door is a strange world. A world with diversity. A world with both good and bad. A world in which I am not free to do what I want but to live a life on rules of others.

I look through my window and surely see some difference. I guess the nature works like me. Today marks the day of change. So lets begin!!!

Isn’t it funny how this world treat the Losers!!!

A rain is about to fall on the ground and I was wondering how many will be able to get away without getting wet and I was wondering what you call them, the survivors who do not get wet. I winners?? Or loser??? If the people who get wet are called losers just think for a moment how the world treats them. The top CEO’s drving in their Mercedes vehicles just smash mud on these people. The incompetent governments have dug huge mud puddles. That is the way that the world treat losers.

I am not going to talk about governments inefficiency or the capitalism prevailing in the countries what I simply want to tell is about people who have lost. We call them LOSERS!!! When India lose a match we see homes of the cricketers set on fire, when Manju Wanniarachchi was caught on drugs he was called a betrayer. People lose in their matches, people lose their lives but what we forget is that they also can win some day.

We forget that for some one to win another should lose but the winner never looks back. He never remember the grand opponent who gave him a grand fight. The loser is all forgotten. In life we all lose and some times we win too but when we are at that winning mark some are fed up of it. Fed up of trying to win.

There was a reason why Sanath Jayasuriya is playing on the field and I am watching the match seated in front of the tv. That is because I never had the gut to go and try it out(in my case actually my mother didn’t want me to play cricket). So when Sanath get bowled what right do we have to scold at him. Every one of us has our ups and downs and if some one blames us when we are failing in our lives would we be happy.

I call my self an opportunist, I call my self a selfish citizen. WHY?? you would ask me!! I sympathize disabled, I sympathize the losers. But I am at least proud of my self because I sympathize them but I know what we should do is not sympathize them but to give them a helping hand, a recognition. We need a world where not just the 1st of any thing is recognized but the 2nd and the last too because they had the gut to get there and prove them selves as as players of this great game.

We need a world where losers are not called betrayers, where drug addicts are not called villains, where physically disabled are not poor people. We need to make a world where every one stands on the Authors table.. The round table of equality. Where mothers that do not bare children, the fathers who are not fertile enough and the raped woman of the village is not cornered any more.

There is a reason for every things as Lord Buddha told but My dear Lord I oppose it. There is no reason for selfishness, there is no reason for cornering these innocent people. There is no reason for calling any lost team or person a betrayer of a nation, a physically disable to be pulled out from the bus. There is no reason for any of this. And there should not be any reason.

We lose in this life!! We win in this life!! But learn to honor the both!!!

I prefer to make mistakes in Kindness, than make miracles in Unkindness!!

I finished yesterdays post by telling you how the world has turned out to be a race track for many individuals. How ever there are a few people still who has stayed away from this race, or rather run in slow pace forgetting that they are actually running a race. They would feel the topic of this post is true and good.

Since I was small I used to do what I like, what is moral and what is ethical more than trying to do what others say and what is the latest fashion or the trend and for that I was not the most attractive person in the society, neither was I the hot shot of the clique. I preferred to make mistakes in kindness that make miracles in unkindness. I always believed that you should respect some one to expect some respect in return, You should help some one to expect some help in return and you should love every one to expect love in return.

I always thought it is better to do the right thing than doing things right. Even though I make mistakes I always believed in that. I always believed this world is based on Kindness, Caring, Love and Respect rather than Money and Assets. When I was small I used to make a small bunker in our balcony and stay in there gazing at the sky, the moon and the stars. They told me lot of stories. Stories of my ancestors as Chief Seattle once said.

Since I was small I used to spare a hour to talk with my grand parents, my friends regardless how much home work I had. I always preferred to make mistakes in Kindness. I knew I will never become the class first or the brightest student of the year but I always knew that I will be loved by every one. I never wanted to be extra ordinary but I always wanted to make others feel special. If we people are not there to help other fellow humans when they are in need or a help are they supposed to ask it from animals?? Trees?? Stars??

We are responsible for our co-existence. We are responsible for our well-being. Neither the Lord God or any philosopher going to help us. Even if you are a big shot in Wall Street, New york or the best businessman it is no use unless you help others to archive what they crave for in their lives. Our lives are not to be raced on a race track. It was given to us by mother nature to test us. To test how well we will co exist.

But today people have lost their senses. They prefer to make miracle in unkindness. They prefer to be Pharaohs of grate Egypt, never caring for the people whom they enslaved, never caring for the true owners of great Egyptian pyramids. I prefer to live in stone age with love and caring than living in the era of IT with absolutely no love or caring but with pure selfishness.

The Stamp!!

I would like to ask some questions from all you readers. What is a stamp?? or rather what does the stamp do?? or in other words Whats the purpose of the stamp and what are stamps made for. I remember when I was small my grand mother used to say that everything in this world even a minute particle of dust has some thing to teach for our lives and today when think about the stamp the most random thing you could pick, even that has some thing to teach us for our lives. I am sure you all are thinking what I am trying to get at.

I will answer the questions to make it easy for you. A stamp is a piece of paper that we use when we send letters or packages to another through postal service. The stamp sticks to the envelop till it is delivered to the right person. The Stamp is a symbol of a country or a region which signifies the place where the postal originated. So don’t you think that the stamp has some thing to teach us in our lives.

For that I would ask you few more questions. I do not want to make this a questionnaire but I think it is always better if you could think to your self what I am trying to say here. How many of you have started doing some course and finished to the level that you wanted to finish when you started it?? How many of you have start to love and stayed till you actually get what you needed?? How many of you have started a journey and gone to the place where you wanted to go without hesitation?? And how many of you have started the journey of life and ended where you wanted to end up??

The Stamp sticks to its envelop till it reaches the right person that the postal is meant to be delivered. The Stamp signifies the place where the package originated. But how many of you have thought about this. How many of you have archived what you ultimately wanted  and still possess the qualities you started with. How many of you have actually completed fully your journey without stopping half way. I have seen some people starting things in very minor scale and ending up in a very high place but when they are to help some one who is starting fresh, they never remember their beginning.

Life has become a race track. A race track where people fall down and never get a helping hand. A race track where the looser is lost forever and the winner strives for more. It is endless. We do not remember where we started out journey towards the end or some of us never even try to get to the end. So I believe THE STAMP teach us a good lesson!! Doesn’t it??

Tu Jaane na!!! Tu Jaane na!!!

Quoted from one of my favorite Hindi songs and processed in my minds with lot of thoughts made me put this topics to this post. Tu Jaane na or in English You do not know is a very common phrase that comes into our minds when some one you love, care and respect misunderstands you or never understand you. We do things because or conscious say so and some times even we do it with pure heart people ten to misunderstand us and make wrong judgments and at the end of the day we who tried to do some good end up being the villain.

I wrote in my diary yesterday that “Life is funny but every time we laugh at it we laugh at our selves”. We wake up in the morning brush our teeth, eat the breakfast and go to work or school rarely to please our selves but to please millions of other people. We are said to have the freedom of choice but we are born with race, religion, a cast and even some times a political party. We are said to have the freedom of speech but every time I hear the elders telling the kids “Watch you words!!”. We are said to have the right to live but nature does not always give that right to every one of us. Either mosquito or a drunk bus driver is waiting to kill us and yet we are supposed to have the right to live.

I have read the Human Rights Deceleration Million times but rarely found a right that we really enjoy. Our ethics, traditions, customs and our ancestors keep us bound a to specific life style and the one who breaks it is either a moron or a bad child. But YOU DO NOT KNOW what I really want. But THEY DO NOT KNOW what I really want. Life is a funny thing but never laugh at it.

Some times we think and make them into actions thinking for the best but that end up being an utter flop or end up disheartening the one you love most but you do not know that I did it because I really loved you… Tu jaane na… This is the sad story behind most of it and this made me feel why did EVE ever ate the forbidden fruit. If she did not eat that human kind would not have face all these tragedies. I am not a christian but according to the bible if the forbidden fruit gave the aspect of knowledge to man kind I can understand why it was forbidden.

Tu jaane na… That I loved you with a pure heart and what ever I said and done which might have turned out to be wrong was done because of that love.. You do not know that every man on this earth loves themselves more than any thing and tu jaane na… all these problems have occurred because of that.. wars… pollution… rapes… crimes… and misunderstandings…..

And I think to my self.. What a wonderful world!!!

I see trees are green..

red roses too..

I see them bloom…

for me and you….

and I think to my self

what a wonderful world…

I see skies are blue..

and clouds of white..

the bright blessed day..

the dark sacred night..

and I think to my self

what a wonderful world…

The days that they saw the skies in blue and the days that they saw the the red roses bloom is at an end and today we see skies with clouds full of rain and rarely see a ray of sun light making the red roses bloom, all because of the pollution of the environment that we do.. All because of the greedy people with the intention of profit but no love for nature… The bright blessed days have turned to days of starving and days of struggle, the sacred nights have been the golden times for murderers, robbers and all sorts of crimes…  But I think to my self…. what a what a wonderful world….

The Colors of the rain bow..

So pretty in the sky..

and also on faces…

of people going by…

I see friends shaking hand..

Saying “how do you do?”

They are really saying..

I LOVE YOU..

I hear babies crying..

I watch them grow..

they’ll learn much more..

than I’ll ever know..

and I think to my self

what a wonderful world…

The colors of the rainbow rarely we see, and the people walking drowned on their thoughts is the only sight on the roads. Not with a smile or any greeting. No friends shaking hand saying  “how do you do?”. Instead we see people fighting on the roads and others passing by just as they do not see. In a corner of a road we see people shaking hands saying “how do you do” but hand full of drugs(Cocaine, marijuana and etc)   that say “I hate you!!! Go die!!!”. But I think to my self… what a wonderful world.

I see babies saying “A for Apple, B for ball, C for Cat” instead of crying when they come out of the mothers womb. I watch them running the race of education to get through the scholarship exam, then the ordinary level exam and then the advanced level exam. I see them running and running not gradually growing. I see their brains becoming bigger but muscles strained. They will learn much more but not about love, respect, honor and knowledge but about selfishness, greediness, Loss and profit and knowledge” But I think to my self!!! what a wonderful world!!!

I world with no ethics, a world with no trees and animals, a world with high walls separating love and care, a world where respect and honor does not exist any more but a world with a race to archive higher profits with no unity.

Yes indeed,

I think to my self

what a wonderful world…

He who walks in anothers Track leaves no foot Prints!!!- Joan Brannon

I was thinking about the topic of this post and was wondering how true this is but how many people just walks on other peoples tracks and leave no trace or any foot prints of their great journeys. Life is a Drama and We all are actors in it were words of William Shakespeare but some times I feel this drama has a cast but there are also understudies for them which means some never comes on stage and act but is a part of the play.

This is the truth of our lives. It is just a few of us who walks on our own paths and leave foot prints but most of us are just understudies. Most of us are people who lives under the light of another and indeed this life is a joke. A drama with no audience but with fellow actors playing the role of the audience it self some times.

When I was small my mother used to tell me Stories about the Queen Viharamahadevi, and My father used to tell me about the king Dutugamunu. My grand mother taught me about Lord Buddha and my brother told me about Albert Einstein. Each one of them were people who had completed their journey in their own path without being an understudy but no one talk about Nimal, Sunil, Kamala and Geetha (Hypothetical Names) who had no significance in living but lived their life just the way all the others did while following some once theory or some once vision.

How ever that does make me realize some thing. Just because you are following some once vision or a theory that does not mean that you are an understudy all the time. Albert Einstein was a Christian and followed the vision of Jesus, Martin Wickramasingha was a Buddhist who followed the vision of Lord Buddha but what made them not understudies was that they added some thing to the book of knowledge. They lead a life with some significance. They used others visions to make their own.

We are given a life not to die without any significance but to live a life that is worthy telling to some one. A journey with foot prints left behind. Even though I tell all this most of the time we are understudies and rarely we leave a foot print showing that some one like my self and your self lived on this earth.

Life is a drama that each of us has role to play, but how well you act it decides whether you are going to be an understudy, a main actor or a supporting actor. So just believe in your self and do not walk on a track of another but your own with worthy story behind.

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Straight Hair!!!

Yesterday i was watching this Roman Film and was wondering how beautiful women are and was wondering what is the secret behind that. Every woman in that film had her own beauty and of course there were ugly women too but I guess that is nature. How ever generally the majority had some sort of a beauty in them which I do not see in the present day women.

Then this idea popped into my mind and I was thinking that must be true. None of these films had salons in them. So I was thinking it must have been a reason. Then women did not straighten their hair, they did not do facials or any thing that changed there natural beauty which I feel as the secret behind Athenian women being very beautiful compared to present day women.

Now a days it is very hard to find some one who has not done some thing to their hair, face or what ever. It is rarely you see the beauty that nature has given to you.

I personally believe if nature has created some thing it has created it that way for a reason and that suits him or her. Unless  you are a model or a fashion designer I really do not see the point why they ruin their natural beauty thinking that it is the latest fashion.

I am not telling that doing these things make the people ugly or some thing but I feel that it is never better than the natural beauty that a person has got. It is just that we are to find that beauty without complaining about it.

All these women has the ability to be just like those Athenian women beautiful, wise and active if they can be satisfied with what they have got and focus more on what they really lack(some brain).