WHO'S THE ARTIST?

When we are born,our life...

                                                               is an EMPTY canvas !

 Every experience we encounter, draws the outline of the beautiful picture we ought to be "some day".

So, whose the artist? Any guesses??

Accept it, our first thought would have been

Surprise,surprise its NOT you!! Its 

"WE"

Yes we!  its our company, love , care ,kindness  that fill your canvas with colours. The degree of shade is however,determined by the depth and sincerity of our feelings. 

In the same way YOU have the colours to be painted on our canvas.

Friends,if by any chance our emotions for others gets contaminated by spills of anger, frustration or hatred,we are the best picture spoilers they could have!

But,do you really want to spoil someone else's picture(life)?

They are having the colours to be painted on your canvas of life.So next time handle with care the colours(feelings) while painting, REMEMBER its someone else's picture.

Its totally upto us whether we wanna go down in history as an amazing artist of life or spoiler of life.

THINK!!

If we aspire to be an artist of life, lets get going and start painting canvases(lives) with colours of happiness and joy.lets make our Earth a beautiful gallery of lovely paintings.

Here's the palette, 

ARE YOU READY??

THE LAST VISIT

JESSIE was on her way to New Jersey. After her last feud with Nick, New York seemed impossible to survive.

It was 3:00am when Jess arrived at her farm house and dragged herself inside .Her depressed body just collapsed on to the bed.

She regained her consciousness in the afternoon when Uncle Sam came knocking on the door. He seemed troubled, taking a place in the sofa he asked “did you call Nick?”Jessie remained silent.

Sam got up to leave. One last glance over Jess and he announced-“he’s been murdered this morning. The security has reportedly identified the murderer’s car…..”

Jess was petrified ,she didn’t know how to respond .After few minutes of reflection she breathed ”w-whose it the car?”

Sam-“YOURS!!”

let not the flight CRASH!

A strange arousal

As words have wings and fly around from one heart to another ,Today I would like to highlight their speed of flight and what impact it has on the words landing in HEART.
The world is made of admirable aesthetic beauty and so are the much capable human beings.There is a saying that if we really wish to do something and when the wish transforms into desire via motivation the whole creation comes together to accomplish our task.
Psychologically speaking ,this motivation can be of two types-internal and external.At times ,though we have unlimited motivation the ignition is put off by an overpowering ego.
All of us,might have come across situations when we put our heart and soul into the making of a masterpiece.But, at the hour of appraisal we are put off by our near and dear's extreme criticism.Friends, just think...haven'y we done the same to others loosing a long battle with our ego that whispers"oh! she shouldn't know its AWESOME...she might gloat."
If our egos have started becoming our boss then that's definitely a negative sign.If there aren't positive impulses everywhere we won't be able to make inventions and discoveries and make the world a better place to live in.
Because .....once we delay the flight of words to the other heart, gradually even they would delay their flights to ours.

THE FIRST HOLDING

PRAISE THE LORD IN THE HIGHEST!!

IT was a usual July first evening and I was unusually studying.My Uncle and Aunt had come for a long stay.Then retired Uncle got up with the idea of an afternoon walk.Since i was doing my home work ,I declined the offer of joining him..But later my Little Brother pops up  with the request of going along with Uncle.This comes when he had already left for the walk.Reluctantly I oblige to take him.

The backdrop of the incident is back in 2003.A time when my locality was wilderness.One had to walk few metres to find a house.I start my Lil journey.After turning the junction I unusually noticed a bike rider passing in the opposite direction and after few minutes we catch up with Uncle.. After handing over my Brother to him I return.

On my way back ,I had to pass by a narrow lonely pathway.When I reached there i see the bike guy  waiting with his bike turned.He asked me in Malayalam "Do you know Lakshmi's house?".During the conversation he holds my hand casually.Now what will an eight year old know about her scattered neighbourhood ? My answer was a thoughtful No.After my reply I try to free my fragile hands onto which he had intensified his grab.The next few seconds is followed by tug of war on my right hand.

I feel my voice stuck in my throat.The inability to shout(which I knew would turn worthless0 crushes my spirit.THEN  then ...when all the lights of hope seeming to be turned off I feel the HANDS OF GOD.

It was just few seconds(definitely turning my life upside down) I felt an invisible STRONG hand breaking the man's tight grab.With  the new experience of the evil world and the blissful first touch of God, the adrenaline gush helps me to reach home.

The renewal of my strength in my Lord, not only gave birth to mine and my family's faith but haunted me with the fear of abduction for the next two years.The years were definitely difficult where the outside life i loved became my greatest aversion .But love of God yet again healed my wounds ,helping me to surpass fear with courage from God face the most lethal challenges.
                   
Hope the light of the world becomes the spark of all of your lives. God Bless.

PETRIFYING GREYNESS



let u be not this rose

 Despair is that mist of life which makes our colourful world look grey.
Sometimes I really wish life could flow effortlessly like....................................................................then I realise that nothing in this universe is effortless..there is always an urge ,a push behind every actions and reactions in this planet.
What makes the difference is whether it is positive or negative.When it is positive ,we end up seeing the goodness in people who despise us ,we respect our enemies and WELCOME our sorrows  with a warm heart,as if a guest who had come for a short visit.
But when they are negative the ultimate solution to all our problems seems to be running away or let the time runaway-while we sit petrified in our sorrow.
People wish they could catch back the time they lost .....but when they intend to waste what falls into their hands so CARELESSLY -why would time want to come back?

How can words have wings?

Throughout my life I have heard of birds having wing and even our hearts having wings(the urge to break free) and so wings have always fascinated me.Then one day when I was meditating on this ,pops outs the idea-WINGS OF WORD.
So how exactly can words have wings?
If you notice why few comments makes us upset or why appraisals excite us we might understand how can words have wings
All birds use their wings to fly to specific direction and when wings go out of control they land up somewhere else .
Definitely the words pouring from our mouth reach the heart of the targeted person but how the word reaches that's what makes it different.

we have people among us who are maestros at flying words, reaches exactly where it should and how it should.they are the so called assertive people.
but we have some who don't understand that words have wings and their ultimate aim is to settle in a persons heart Nnow they can be the gossipers,arrogant aggressive people and even the suppressors, who deny their words to flatter their wings.

The world would have been a better place if words flew in the way it should .