Monthly Archives: June 2017

The Only Weapon…

Source: The Only Weapon…

My best friend is the best. Not only as a human being, not only as a daughter, not only as a friend, not only as a writer, but as her pure self.

If you want to know, why I always love her so much you need to visit to her blog and realise it.! Do not miss this piece of magnificence.!

You make me proudest sandali. ☺️

The blue sky tag! 

Hello everyone, there were several times when generous people out there,  nominated me. But being my lazy and clueless self I didn’t post any. This award is special because I was nominated by a person I owe my WordPress journey to. A learning poet

About her:- Trust me, she is a gem when it comes to words. She is best at expressing herself. Her Poetry and articles will give you a new sight and her paintings will make your heart smile. Please do visit her. She is amazing at everything. 

Rules:- 

  • GIVE 11 QUESTIONS.
  • NOMINATE AS MANY BLOGS AS YOU WANT.
  • ANSWER THE QUESTIONS GIVEN TO YOU.        

 Questions:-

  •  WHAT SHOULD YOUR FUTURE LOOK LIKE IN 10 YEARS?                        I really wish if I become strong enough to serve people in need by constructing a huge happy home for everyone in reminiscence of my grandfather and my best friend’s mother. 
  • WHICH IS YOUR FAVORITE BOOK AND Why?                                                  I loved a book called “Fault in our stars” as it proves that “Lovers die but love dosent” 
  • WHAT ARE YOUR VIEWS ON WOMEN EMPOWERMENT?                 Women empowerment can be best implemented by women themselves. They should learn to question. They should learn to refuse. They should definitely learn to oppose. 
  • WHAT IS YOUR PIECE OF SANCTITY?                         Undoubtedly, my grandfather’s memories. 
  • WHAT IS THAT ONE PLACE THAT YOU WOULD LIKE TO TRAVEL ALONE?                                                       Paris.Because I am not coming alone from there. 😂
  • IF GIVEN A CHANCE WHAT MAJOR CHANGE WOULD YOU LIKE TO BRING?                                                       I would influence people to parent a God’s child( I hate the word orphan), with all their love and care. Those children deserve it as much as we do. 
  • WHAT IS YOUR HAPPIEST MEMORY AS A CHILD?                                               Listening to my grandfather about morals and values. 
  • WHAT WOULD YOU CHOOSE- (A)WRITING CAREER WITH LESS MONEY, OR (B) MORE MONEY AND  NEVEN BE ABLE TO WRITE.                 None. I want to accomplish my dream of building a home for everyone. And also I want to continue expressing myself. 
  • DESCRIBE YOURSELF IN ONE WORD.                                      Humanist. 
  • IF GIVEN A CHANCE WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO SAY TO OUR PM MODI?                                                        I wish your sense of humor stays the same forever. 
  • HOW WOULD YOU PROPOSE SOMEONE YOU LOVE? OR HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO GET PROPOSED?                                             I have a fear of getting rejected so I would never really propose anyone. I would love a letter or poem written by person himself. Even four lines will do. I love efforts. 😊                     

 Nominations:-

sangbad

A whistling caravan 

Ajay

Radhika’s reflection

The hungover owls

shraddha

Rohit

Sublime wordsmith

Mr lonely

Boundless blessings

shalini

Hati nisa

The Pradita chronicles

the. heartbroken. quill

My questions:- 

What is your greatest achievement? 

What is the importance of words for you? 

What/Who is your strength and weakness at the same time.? 

What would you like to be born as in your next birth.? 

What do you first notice in a person? 

What, in other gender, attracts you the most? 

What do you think about “feminism”? 

Who is your celebrity crush? 

A quality that impresses you the most.? 

One thing you would like to ban if given a chance? 

One fear that haunts you the most.? 

Have a good time and a good night people. 😊



 

Happiness! 

Human species of this planet are insanely fond of one word- Happiness. To correct myself, it’s not a word, it’s a state. All of us feel no need to define this state but we know when we feel it. Happiness is not just a positive mood. It’s an elusive state. 

My grandfather always said- ” The more you give happiness, the more you recieve it for yourself.” When I try to make myself happy, I often fail. It may happen to many of us, we don’t have our own reasons of being happy. So we find our happiness in someone and something else. It was just the other day when one of my fellow blogger asked me about what my happiness lies in and I have a one liner as a reply. 

My happiness lies in selflessness, it lies in beginnings, it lies in care, it lies in unconditional love, it lies in humanity, it lies in myself. “ I just have to say that if you find yourself happy while ignoring someone, hurting someone, hating someone, this happiness is very temporary and will soon be replaced with guilt and emptiness. 

My mother’s smile, my father’s laughter, my grandmother’s humor, my sibling’s support, my grandfather’s memories, my friend’s success, old photographs, deep conversations, helping people, talking to children, it makes me feel ecstatic. 

When you step out you should see the children playing merrily, the tress swirling to the tune of wind, the flowers calling for praises, the birds enjoying their freedom, the animals loving their young ones, the grass under your feet, the first rain and so many more. Yes! The exact same curve on your face, the same spirit in your heart after reading this is called happiness

This is a fantastic poem by my favorite person on WordPress.ujjwalrealblogAnd I am sure he is going to be your favorite as well after you give it a read. Mr poet can’t thank you enough for investing your precious time and thoughts for me! I am so grateful! ☺️

When the clock struck the midnight hour

I could not resist gazing at the ceiling

What is ‘happiness’ all about?What’s that feeling?

Being azured by the moonlight and the star

Oh!It was all that counted for the ocean,it’s ‘happiness’so far

The kid ran towards his father

Pushed him back,hung on his neck

Oh!It was all that counted for the father,his ‘happiness’ rather

Meanwhile I admired a mother feeding her child

Her eyes glittering with love,the baby lips making a curve

Oh!It was all that counted for the mother,her ‘happiness’ knew no limits,travelled miles farther

Not only we human possesse feelings

My perception inverted,at the sight of cow fostering her baby

Oh!It was all that counted for the cow,her ‘happiness’

So motherly lovely

What brought me to the utmost surprise

A beggar folding hands for every penny that he was ‘prized’

Oh!It was all that counted for the beggar,his ‘happiness’ left me mesmerised

The farmer struggling on every inch of his land

He looked at the sky for every single drop,nourishing his soil and the sand

Oh!It was all that counted for the farmer,his ‘happiness’ needs no music or band

My eyes took a glimpse over a soldier waiving his country’s flag

He did not fear the guns,bullets,mortars or the weather

Oh!It was all that counted for the soldier,his ‘happiness’ could not be encaged in a bag

Yet another imagery sent a chill down my spine

A man fighting death did not deliver an iota of fear

Oh!It was all that counted for the man,his ‘happiness’ lay inside somewhere in the rear

Now that I woke to a new day

The bright sunrays illuminated my room,there was no dismay

Smiling modestly at the ‘dream’,all the queries answered,what more to say?

Oh!The happiness cannot be described in a common way

Sharing gives me happiness. I am staying connected with my blogger friends via mails. You can share your stories and incidents and Ill post them anonymously with a motive to encourage readers. 

My mail id:- bhavika.kate.bk@gmail.com

Magical mommy! 

My mother always complaints that I never write anything about her. Little did she know that my words can never match up my intensity of love for her. Still trying!

Dear mumma!

Everybody says I look like you. I always wanted to be like you that is polite, soft, tolerant etc. But somehow, daddy’s genes interfere and I end up screwing everything up.Biology books always talk about rush of biological substances like hormones and blood during pregnancy.Nobody explains a child about rush of emotions that mother faces in that stage.

I have a lot to thank you today! This is just a fraction of everything I always wanted to tell you. Read it completely.

Thank you for your decision of bearing me and then delivering me in this world. Thank you for providing me the upbringing that many rare people are destined to recieve. Thank you for fulfilling my needs but not always satisfying my wishes. Thank you for making me human by inculcating all the moral values in me. Thank you for letting me commit mistakes. Thank you for being so open to/for me.You are and always will be top on my priority list. You will always be the first one I would share my infatuations with. Thank you for being a companion in my crazy acts. 

And you can hate me for uploading this picture. 

 You have no idea of how much I appreciate your presence in my life. You definitely deserved a better daughter but I couldn’t have got a better mother.

I am “your daughter” and trust me there can be no bigger and more beautiful identity I could ever have . I am just an extension to your body and soul.

You are my home Maa! Whenever I am tired and helpless, I’ll always come running back to you. You and only you can give me peace.

Love,
Manu

Darkness! 

Hey everyone! It’s been a year to my presence on WordPress. This year was beautiful to me in different ways. And WordPress was one major contribution to my happiness. Today, I choose to write about darkness positively. I don’t know why people always make it so negative but to be honest, I LIKE DARKNESS. 

There is something about darkness. Something mysterious, something tragic. Something that I want to explore. The undivided peace I find in darkness, is something I don’t find anywhere else. And in darkness, I see true colors of everything, the honest beauty of things and people. And the darkness, it always becomes negative in order to make the writers positive. 

And when I told my father that I love darkness, his tears were a proof of his disagreement to my opinions. And he asked me why I love darkness.?? And for the first time I made my voice clearer and started-“Because darkness doesn’t fake. Because it is the way it is and because it dosent decieve. Because it makes me realise my faults, my weakness and my strengths by giving me my share of space. Because darkness brings back the memories of my beloved grandfather who passed away when I was 7.”

There is something terrifying yet amazing about darkness. It is selfless. It is carefree. No matter, how much it is accused it still arrives every night to help people like me to overcome pain.

I hope we can see darkness positively. Because if we can, then light will appear much more beautiful. 

Darkness is dearer to me. It’s so beautiful to be put into string of words. Darkness makes me more positive.