Krishna Vamsi is one of the finest directors of Telugu Film Industry. His films are like Telugu Ugadi Pacchadi…blend of all the emotions of life. The manner in which he deals the subject of his films in a bold manner with a strong message is really awesome. Every film of his, has a message and is thought provoking. Got a chance to see him and talk to him for couple of minutes some time back. I was so happy to see him and in that happiness I asked him”Are you Krishna Vamsi???”. He Said “Yes Yes…I am”. He is so modest person and he spoke well. His wife, Ramya Krishna is also a down to earth person inspite of being such a great actress. Coming back to the topic of this blog post, I really admire this film “Chakram” of Krishna Vamsi. This song “Jagamanta Kutumbam Naadi” is my all time favorite. This song just reminds us the REALITY of LIFE 🙂 Here is the Song and its Lyrics. Hear and enjoy it.
(Inner meaning of the Song: I become the poem and the poet, I become the wife and the husband… I walk all by myself and I walk all with myself on a path filled with jasmines and on a deserted foggy path, experiencing the melodies of triumph as well as the depressing flow of tears.. and on my way, I see a lot of dreams, stories, words and songs, colours, personified poetic beauties and girls! My family is as big as the world, but yet, I am a lonely soul! The ocean of earthly bonds is mine, and renunciation and emptiness is mine as well!! )
I am not wise to define “Life “, however I keep on thinking on Life. Life is full of sweet & Sour surprises, interesting problems, variety of challenges and lots of lots of interesting people in it.
Dealing all these without being judgemental , learning to LIVE completely in that moment , accepting the situations and people as they are makes me say “Life is Beautiful”.
Past few months, have been trying to adopt this approach of forced optimistism. My idea of forced optimism is seek positive things in everything, every situation and everyone. Don’t stop seeking positive things until you find good things in all, if you don’t find anything optimistic in that it just means best is yet to come.
This thought process does not have the POWER to stop the bad things happening to us, however it helps us dealing life in a beautiful manner with lots of hope, optimism and gives the love of people around us too. I may not stick to this concept for entire life, however I find everything beautiful by adopting this approach , atleast for now 😉
Enjoy the present moment, talk to people, show others that you care them, Smile at them, Laugh happily with them, don’t stop doing the lil lil things you always enjoy doing (like eating a doughnut or drenching in rain or eating pani poori or cooking for your loved ones or playing happily with the kids without bothering about the work, meeting and all…hhahaha).
Platelets are tiny cells that circulate round the body in the blood. They play an important role in blood clotting and fighting infection. Low Platelet count is dangerous for a person. The number of Platelets decrease alarmingly when people suffer from diseases like cancer, dengue, malaria etc. When people suffer from these type of diseases, the generation of platelets in the patient decreases alarmingly. Due to this, patients may die. To avoid this, platelets are given to a person at this point of time.
On the other side, a normal healthy human being need not do anything to generate more platelets. They generate as a normal process. However, we need to understand that when our health is fine we can donate platelets and we can save lots of people. If we are healthy, there is no danger or any loss to us in donating platelets. Simple reason!!!! Human Body is such a wonderful machine of God that lakhs of platelets are automatically generated everyday. Normal , healthy human beings can donate platelets any time . To donate we need not donate complete blood. There are wonderful platelets derivation processes developed. In such process, they take the blood from the person, that blood enters in a machine, that machine extracts the platelets and releases the rest of the blood donated, that blood is again inserted to us. In a nutshell, we have wonderful mechanisms where only platelets are taken and the remaining blood is transferred back to us.
We donot lose anything in donating platelets, because platelets are automatically generated daily in us, however, this simple and important process stops in people suffering with some diseases. We can save lots of lives by donating platelets.
There is nothing more pious than saving others lives. Above all, we donot lose anything in donating platelets. So please check with your nearest good, safe blood blank and donate the platelets. Save Lives and Make your life worthy too 🙂
Sometimes, we get the right tonic needed in the right time . Was gloomy from certain days for no valid reason. Did’nt blog anything really much. Felt as if I lost all my energy and suddenly today I read below story today. It just made me come out of my intertia of dumbness in which I have been traversing from past few days 😉 . So if this story can perturb person like me, it will really perturb intelligent folks like you all easily. So thought will share with all of you 🙂
Once there was a boy who lived in a big house on a hill. He loved dogs and horses, sports cars and music. He climbed trees and went swimming, played football and admired pretty girls. Except for having to pick up after himself, he had a nice life.
One day the boy said to God, “I’ve been thinking, and I know what I want when I become a man.”
“What?” asked God.
“I want to live in a big house with a porch across the front and two Saint Bernards and a garden out back. I want to marry a woman who is tall and very beautiful and kind, who has long, black hair and blue eyes, and who plays the guitar and sings in a clear, high voice.
“I want three strong sons to play football with. When they grow up, one will be a great scientist, one will be a senator and the youngest will quarterback for the 49ers.
“I want to be an adventurer who sails vast oceans and climbs tall mountains and rescues people. And I want to drive a red Ferrari and never have to pick up after myself.”
“That sounds like a nice dream,” said God. “I want you to be happy.”
One day, playing football, the boy hurt his knee. After that he couldn’t climb tall mountains or even tall trees, much less sail vast oceans. So he studied marketing and started a medical-supplies business.
He married a girl who was very beautiful and very kind and who had long, black hair. But she was short, not tall, and had brown eyes, not blue. She couldn’t play the guitar, or even sing. But she prepared wonderful meals seasoned with rare Chinese spices and painted magnificent pictures of birds.
Because of his business, he lived in a city near the top of a tall apartment building that overlooked the blue ocean and the city’s twinkling lights. He didn’t have room for two Saint Bernards, but he had a fluffy cat.
He had three daughters, all very beautiful. The youngest, who was in a wheelchair, was the loveliest. The three daughters loved their father very much. They didn’t play football with him, but sometimes they went to the park and tossed a Fris-bee —except for the youngest, who sat under a tree strumming her guitar and singing lovely, haunting songs.
He made enough money to live comfortably, but he didn’t drive a red Ferrari. Sometimes he had to pick up things and put them away -even things that didn’t belong to him. After all, he had three daughters.
Then one morning the man awoke and remembered his dream. “I am very sad,” he said to his best friend.
“Why?” asked his friend.
“Because I once dreamed of marrying a tall women with black hair and blue eyes who would play the guitar and sing. My wife can’t play the guitar or sing.
She has brown eyes, and she’s not tall.”
“Your wife is beautiful and very kind,” said his friend. “She creates splendid pictures and delectable food.”
But the man wasn’t listening.
“I am very sad,” the man confessed to his wife one day.
“Why?” asked his wife.
“Because I once dreamed of living in a big house with a porch, and of having two Saint Bernards and a garden out back. Instead, I live in an apartment on the 47th floor.”
“Our apartment is comfortable, and we can see the ocean from our couch,” replied his wife. “We have love laughter and paintings of birds and a fluffy cat -not to mention three beautiful children.”
But the man wasn’t listening.
“I am very sad,” the man said to his therapist.
“Why?” asked the therapist.
“Because I once dreamed that I would grow up to be a great adventurer. Instead, I’m a bald businessman with a bad knee.”
“The medical supplies you sell have saved many lives,” said the therapist.
But the man wasn’t listening. So his therapist charged him $110 and sent him home.
“I am very sad,” the man said to his accountant.
“Why?” asked the accountant.
“Because I once dreamed of driving a red Ferrari and of never having to pick up after myself. Instead, I take public transportation, and sometimes I still have to clean up.”
“You wear good suits. You eat at fine restaurants, and you’ve toured Europe,” said his accountant.
But the man wasn’t listening. His accountant charged him $100 anyway. He was dreaming of a red Ferrari himself.
“I am very sad,” the man said to his minister.
“Why?” asked the minister.
“Because I once dreamed of having three sons; a great scientist, a politician and a quarterback. Instead, I have three daughters, and the youngest can’t even walk.”
“But your daughters are beautiful and intelligent,” said the minister. “They love you very much, and they’ve all done well. One is a nurse, another is an artist and the youngest teaches music to children.”
But the man wasn’t listening. He was so sad that he became very sick. He lay in a white hospital room surrounded by nurses in white uniforms. Tubes and wires connected his body to blinking machines that he had once sold to the hospital.
He was terribly, tragically sad. His family, friends and minister gathered around his bed. They were all deeply sad too. Only his therapist and his accountant remained happy.
Then one night, when everyone except the nurses had gone home, the man said to God, “Remember when I was a boy and I told you all the things I wanted?”
“It was a lovely dream,” said God.
“Why didn’t you give me those things?” asked the man.
“I could have,” said God. “But I wanted to surprise you with things you didn’t dream of.
“I suppose you’ve noticed what I’ve given you: a kind, beautiful wife; a good business; a nice place to live; three lovely daughters -one of the best packages I’ve put together-”
“Yes,” interrupted the man. “But I thought you were going to give me what I really wanted.”
“And I thought you were going to give me what I really wanted,” said God.
“What did you want?” asked the man. It had never occurred to him that God was in want of anything.
“I wanted to make you happy with what I’d given you,” said God.
The man lay in the dark all night, thinking. Finally he decided to dream a new dream, one he wished he’d dreamed years before. He decided to dream that what he wanted most were the very things he already had.
And the man got well and lived happily on the 47th floor, enjoying his children’s beautiful voices, his wife’s deep brown eyes and her glorious paintings of birds. And at night he gazed at the ocean and contentedly watched the lights of the city twinkling on, one by one.
“You are what you think about. All you are arises from your thoughts. With your thoughts, you make your world.” The Buddha.
Life is an interesting thing. It does not stop for anyone of anything. If we let it go like a free flowing river our journey of life becomes peaceful, if we try to stop it or if we try to create disturbance in its flow by our nostalgia, by our own interruptions and interpretations, by our own inputs then there will be disturbance in the flow of the our life river’s journey. We, humans donot let it flow by its own course, we try to interrupt the journey by some or the other things…its not our mistake either, afterall we are thinking people 🙂 . Whatever happens…life moves on…the flow of the river LIFE does not stop until it reaches its destination Sea…..may be in humans ultimate destination is Death
Came across this lovely poem ” The tide rises, the tide falls” of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. It depicts the life of a human being in a wonderful manner. It describes wonderfully how life does not stop…and how life moves on 🙂 . Here is the lovely poem for all of you.
The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and brown
The traveler hastens toward the town,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
But the sea, the sea in darkness calls;
The little waves, with their soft, white hands
Efface the footprints in the sands,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls
Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;
The day returns, but nevermore
Returns the traveler to the shore.
And the tide rises, the tide falls
If at all you people want to know more about the meaning of the poem, please do check this blog