It never fails to remind me the spirit of Giving whenever I go to the Cathedral at this time of the year when the entire compound is filled with (literally) dazzling wire scupltures of "musical angels", which provide the ever so popular x'mas backdrop for selfies & wefies tho sadly I was there for the most boring and least spiritual reason of supporting good ol' cuz on his passionate pursuit. I noticed there is a lot of white this year amongst the illuminated scupltures and Purity came to mind, especially when I ponder over what transpired. And I've been thinking abt the word, Pure, because it's been said to me which made me really happy.
Staying Pure in the face of pretentiousness, doubts and cynicism is a test of one's mental resilience. The temptation of reacting negatively is always there because it is not a good feeling to deal with human hypocrisy. Especially when good faith has been given.
Which is why it is so important to remain centred. Regardless.
Purity of Intentions. Purity of the Mind. And Purity of the Heart.
That moment when I thought of the various thematic descriptions, i did it most spontaneously without planning or making emotive references to my state of being.
The Beginning of Reality. The Journey to My Oasis. Shaping Clarity. Disbelief and Un-Belief. The Morphing of Truth. Illusionary Beauty. Skewed Precision. Innocence. The Paradox of Uncertainty. Perceptive Duplicity.
They came to mind so naturally and collectively as one body of thoughts yet individually in providing the necessary dissective dialogue into each of the thoughts. And then I realised, they are the narratives for all that have transpired and all that is happening still. It is as if my experiences are mapped spatially onto the images I'm seeing and their accompanying descriptions are evidence of the impact on me.
I wonder if this is a mere coincidence. And I also wonder if everything else is an accidental coincidence.
To let go is not to adjust everything to my desires, but to take each day as it comes and cherish the moment. To let go is not to criticize and regulate anyone, but to try to become what I dream I can be. To let go is not to regret the past, but to grow and live for the future. To let go is to fear less and love more...
Footvolley Federation Extended Its Team at Marwah Studios
Noida: A powerful meeting of all the office bearers of National Federation of Footvolley took place at Marwah Studios and new executive members were selected and appointed by the committee.
Vikram Kaul a well known sports promoter been taken as Chief Patron, renowned media personality Sandeep Marwah as National Patron, Abhay Kesarwani as members of Delhi State Footvolley Association.
Delhi State now have Surinder Singh Matharu as Sr. Vice President, Subhash Gupta as Vice President, Tarun Kant Samantray as Legal Advisor, Sandeep Gupta as office Secretary, Rajesh as Jt. Secretary, Piyush Gupta as Executive Member and Kunal Gupta as General Secretary,
In women’s section Ms Bindu Bhatia Vice President Women’s Wing, Ms Anamika as Jt. Secretary Women’s Wing, Neetu Madan as Jt. Secretary Women’s Wing , Anju Sarkar as Vice President Women;sWing, Meenu Singh as execurive Member, Viniti Tyagi, Pinky Singh as Excutive Members, Pawan Sharma Jt, Secretary Pawan Kumar Sharma as Executive Member were nominated.
“I am pleased to host the first meeting of extended family of footvolley. Just in few days the organization has grown big. We understand that a very strong National and State organizations will be created to promote the sports of Footvolley soon,” said Sandeep Marwah.
Days are too short & nights are too long. The sleepless work too hard, & lack a little warmth. It's a new moon outside but where are the stars? Without them scattered... the crescent's smile can't last.
半夜矫情人很多 路上行人鞋很破 此意境未必不错 刀未必锋笔不弱
Fiction arises as fiction does. From the minds of the imaginative, creative ones. Who's the muse? One might ask. The sun, the blood, the stench of fatal cars.
A honey bee stung me Not because I disturbed the remnants of her hive Or stepped on the flower she sat upon. I watched puzzled as she struggled on the ground After burying her sword in my arm Sacrificing herself. You see...she was the last The destruction we'd wrought on this docile creature. This creator of sweet nectar. The sting was brief. I brushed it away. And continued on as we all do when only temporarily impeded Unaware the sting about to come...