The Girl I Could Not Forget

Since, I've not update my blog for a long time,  let me share one of my story...

   The bus moved on towards its destination as I wiped the air with my palm for my mother. It was almost dark and I was moving toward McLeod Ganj, Himachal Pradesh, on business reasons, with the bus but I did not want to tell my mom about that in details. It would be my second time there but I did not know anyone except a friend who I've met within a wall of stones, whose whereabouts and house I did not know either. I just take a step with faith that I'd find him by his name.
   The land was approaching the dark side of the space and I did not feel much comfortable as I left my mom and she had to go back home alone.Why does she had to drop me? But, I realize its because she knew that particular bus station and I did not know.
   I've taken the ticket for a seat near the window as I enjoyed it, as most people would do. The man who sat beside me was from Israel but we did not talked to each other much except a few chat on introduction. Sometimes I was busy on the mobile phone talking with friends and more than friends.

   It was that night my somehow-girlfriend send me the most sweetest message I've received from a girl which I could not forget, but I did not remember the message. It was something like, 'I send my kisses to the wind, and when it touches you, know that I love you or something like that.
   I really like that message, and whoever made and wrote that message down seems to be a good poet. I really admire him. And I hope I'll receive such one again :D atleast from friends to remind of the past :D

   I did not know what time it was when we had to get off from the bus and had dinner in the local restaurants besides the road (the local calls it dhaba) but only if we wanted to.
   About that time I saw a beautiful white woman and I realize she was behind me with her friends, but she disappeared in the crowd as I walk slowly, letting my eyes searching for her.
   I shared a table with a Tibetan monk and we tried to fill the space with words. But since he did not speak much Hindi and English we parted in good way shortly after the meal.

   I stood before the bus outside the roadside restaurant, and I heard woman's voices but could not see clearly as it was dark. Then one came up to me and asked me whether I have a match box or not. I give it to her as I kissed the cigarette I was holding. She told me that she rented a room there and we continue to chat for few more minutes and she went away. But I did not see the girl again who I was looking for.
   Soon after, we all went into the bus and speed up towards our destination. I don't remember much things about it until the bus arrived in the McLeod Ganj square.

   I was the one to get behind the bus after the bus helper, then one local was behind me. And, while I was telling to the helpers to take out my backpack, I saw a white woman who I was looking for last night stood around 9 feet behind me and was staring at me.
   A silky black hair covers her shoulder and back, standing as tall as me with a cuddly body and was not moving.
   I really want to speak to her as I put my backpack in its place and as she was staring at me. But since, I did not know how to start, I greeted her, 'Hi,' and I approach the guest house across the square, where I had planed to stay.
   The girl seems to be also touched by something as I am, I did not hear any response but I believe she was staring at me as I walk passed by. She has stood there doing nothing for few minutes but staring at me. Maybe I'm mistaken about her.


   Thinking back of the time, I said to myself, 'why should I just not stood before her and have a little chat, ask her where she's going to take a room, and maybe we can stay in the same guest house.'
   I also wondered, where her friends have been that time, are they giving her chance, or she came out to see me while her friends were sleeping.
   I could not forget her till date. Maybe because I was not smart that I lose the opportunity to be acquainted with her.


   Luckily, I find my friend Tenzin there, and I was relieved a lot.
   On another day, when Tenzin and me go for a walk to have some smoke, I saw a Paris girl who I've met in a dance-floor in New Delhi with her Hindu friend, if I'm not mistaken. She was with the same girl but she seems to be upset as she walk before her friend and boys at the back.
   When I saw her, her name came from my lips softly twice as it fades, but she did not hear me. I wish to talk with her but it was better not to, as I can annoy her boy friends and I don't want that but peace. Therefore, it was the last time I saw her, and it will be if Nature does not arrange another new time for our meeting.

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Twister and My Name is HaHa...

   Laughing is a good medicine.

   A woman came running inside Jack Reese's house, "I heard the radio announcing, 'A very great twister is coming from the east."
   On hearing that Jack Reese Quickly walked out and opened the door of his car, but his friend Hamed who followed him suddenly hold him in his hand and asked, "Where are you going at this hour?"
   Jack Reese replied, "Let me twist myself a little bit with that twister." He smiled.

   "It will take you and you will go up," said Hamed with a wide open eyes.
   "I have always wanted to go up. It's my greatest dream. It's a great chance, don't you know that? Come, come with me and let's go up," Jack Reese was eager, his friend can saw it in his face.
   "Nono nonono, you will go up and come downn.. falling to the groundddd," Hamed looked scared, "and die."
    "That, I don't like," Jack Reese quickly closed the car's door, went inside as fast as when he came out, sat on the bed and cover himself with a thick blanket and shiver so greatly out of fear.

   Fortunately the woman who had said about the whirlwind came to him and said, "Oh, I forgot to say that, it was going to happen in America, not here."
   "Oh Wifey, how can you let me go through such a horrible experience?" Shouted Jack Reese and quickly get off the bed and walk towards the sitting room. When he saw his friend smiling at him, he said with a smile "I was just acting, and it was a nice acting. Hamed, do not I tell you that I'm a talented actor?"

   "Yes, in a horrible experience, is not it?" his friend replied.
   "Shut up! I wish there are two, three or more twister really coming, not there, here. I'm not afraid of it," Jack Reese makes his face as if he is not afraid of what he was saying.

   Then, another woman came rushing and shouting, "Twisterrrrrrr..," and she quickly picked her bag and pulled Hamed, shouting, "Run Hamed, we have to be hurry, Twister which was going in America came back with a greater power! Runnnn...."
   "Ok Jack Reese, you deal with it, here, alone with your thin wooden house but we have to run on home, byee..," said Hamed but there was nowhere to see Jack Resse. He was already shivering under the blanket.
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   Never quickly jump on things you do not know. Never be too foolish to jump into problems or you will go up and fall downnnn. Never tell lies as it will surely be revealed in tests.
  
   Actually Hamed had change the name of his friend Mynameishaha.. to Jack Reese because its too long and hard to say it.
 

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Taite: My Dream 4 in 1 Flying Car

   As we know, because of the population growth thousands of vehicles were added to our roads which increases the length of traffic jam. And that delayed us in doing what we want to do many times.
   Since the population will continue to grow, so do vehicles on the road.

   If we look to the future traffic jam, 10 or more years from now, we know the traffic jam will be as long as double or more the time it takes at present, as vehicles will be double or more.
   And that means, there sure will be time when going to work places, market, etc. by foot be faster than jumping in to a vehicle and stuck in a long traffic jam.
And as we will not be able to keep increase the width of a road forever, we must create a flying car. 

   Of course, its time to invent a flying car.

   The above is my dream 4 in 1 flying car, and at first I named it Taito. But I have a thought that I should call it Taite, which meaning is better explain in sentence - 'someone who is so near, dear, beautiful, cute and lovely to one.'

   It is capable of -
   landing from air to land, water surface and emerge inside water.
   Taking off from sea to air and also run on land.
   Yes, this 4 in 1 flying is deep sea diver car, land car, water surface car and flying car.

   If I have the resource I believe I'd have created my dream 4 in 1 flying care, though it may seems challenging.
   Yes, it is but the more challenging to me is the flower like round thing below the drawing of the 4 n 1 flying car - Taite.

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Finnabu The Wiseman and His Student

   One day the Wiseman of the hills walked in the path which was stretched before the village fisherman’s house, and a small boy called Zirzel, the fisherman’s son saw him from the window. He had heard from his friends and others that the man who walked passes by had a castle in the hill where he teaches the art of living, fighting and wisdom. They said the great king of that land had built it for him.

   Some says he can turn nothing to fire, some says he can fly, some says he will live forever, all because he knows the secrets of the world which is called wisdom. So, they named him Finnabu – which means book of wisdom.

   Zirzel rushed toward Finnabu and shouted, “Finnabu, Finnabu please teach me as well.”

   “Why do you want to learn?”

   “Because… because… I want to look after my parents. They work so hard and are so tired.”

   The Finnabu looked at the poor little boy and his heart broke, “Come my boy, if you really desires so follow me.”

   Zirzel followed him, his mother watched him without any words from the same window and her heart broke too. ‘How can such a little boy understand his life, about life and loved his parents so much,’ she thought with tears in her eyes.

   The Wiseman notice an apple tree when they passed by a garden. He took the boy further and he decided to rest on the shadows of a tree in the garden. And he said, “Go and pluck one apple.”

   The boy went and found an apple and gives it to the Wiseman.

   “Wait me here,” said the Wiseman and he climb the tree on which he leaned to.

   “I’ve put the apple on top this tree. Bring it back to me,” the Wiseman point his finger to the trees.

   The boy wanted to ask something but he remembers that he had begged to teach him wisdom. And he climbed the tree without complain. As he climbed he realizes that it was a tamarind tree which is hard to break.
 
   When the boy get down from the tree and gave the apple to Finnabu, the Wiseman asked, “What do you learn from that exercise, or what were your thoughts on it?”

   “Tamarind trees are hard to break… and.. and sometimes, apple is found in other tree,” Zirzel scratch his head.

   “Only if someone keep it,” Finnabu smiled. “Yes tamarind trees are. Okay, try again.”

   “Do not fear to climb a tree.”

   “That’s true, in other words let me say what that means, ‘Do not fear to go through life, or fear not the journey of life, as there is fruit at the end of the journey.’”

   “Finnabu, is that what we can learn from it?”

   “No, you can learn lots of things from it. And what I had in mind to teach you from it is that ‘the higher your goal is, the higher you reach.’” Finnabu continued, “And other things you should also know are that, you should use, concentrate your mind to find or learn something from every of your experiences, that’s what wise people always do, and every goal you desire to achieve was made or kept by someone - the great Creator,” he paused for a while. “So now do you realize goals already exist and the paths to goals are as hard to break as Tamarind tree but its men who gives up.”

   “Now my eyes are opened. I’d like to become like you and I now know I can, I now know it all depends on me. Thank you Finnabu.” The boy felt as if he had reach a higher ground in spirit.

   When Zirzel got back home, his father had come from fishing with few fishes as he had sold half of it on his way back. And he told to his parents what Finnabu, the Wiseman of the hills had taught him that day.

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A Story of a Man: How Many Lose Fortune

   There lived a merchant in a village. He had a shop in the town near by, and everyday he went to open his shop in the morning and came back home in the evening, sometimes late sometimes earlier.

   One day, around dusk, in his way back home he dropped his gold coins unfortunately and he was really angry. He was counting it when he stumbled to a stone on a side of a road. He had deeply gave his mind to his gold coins to know how much he earned that day and had walked off the road.

   He turned back, saw a black stone he stumbled upon (which has caused him to stumble- but it was not the stone but his carelessness), as he could not control his anger and could not shook off the blame on the stone he kicked it away again. Then he looked for his gold coins, he found a few of them but could not find the rest as it had become darker. He went home took a fire and came back with his wife, if not someone may also stumble there and find the remaining gold coins and took it away.

   While they searched persistently with the fire, he saw the stone again, took it and said, “This made me stumble.”

   His wife leaned nearer, took it from his hand and looked at it as if she was trying to see something in it. It was the size of a fist, a fine black stone.

   “As it is as much as black it brings misfortune,” he added, he took the stone from his wife and with all his might he threw toward the woods, then they continued their search.

   The next morning a traveler dropped by his shop and asked where he could find a poor labour of his village.

   ‘A day begins with questions tells a bad day and did not bring good sales,’ the merchant thought and he did not give the stranger a good answer.

   But the traveler was persistent in his search too, he took out something from his bag and showed it to the merchant. It was a small black stone, about the size of a thumb. “Last time, I got few things like this from him and I wanted to reward him, help him more so that he may have a beautiful and comfort life. He is such a pathetic labour and I could not shook him off from my mind and enjoy all the riches I had earned through him.”

   The merchant was now curious as the stone was exactly the same kind with the stone he poured his anger to and threw it far away.

   “This is very precious,” the traveler added.

   “How much doest it cost?” the merchant heart skipped a bit.

   “This is not for sale.”

   “I’m just asking you the price…”

   “Oh! Yes… m.. millions.”

   “Wha..what? what do you just say? Millions?” the merchant’s heart beats faster.

   “Of course, millions.”

   “He lived down there, near a stream in the bottom of the village,” the merchant replied. ‘The stone I threw away could cost hundreds of millions,’ he thought, ‘It's my anger, uncontrolled short temper and lack of knowledge that make me lose a great fortune.’

   ‘Really, lack of knowledge is foolishness, and foolishness is misfortune. It made us lose fortune which could be ours. Therefore one must seek knowledge of the truth of everything, so that he may not lose fortune again because of his lack of knowledge, in other words, foolishness.'

   After the traveler left, the merchant regretted not telling to the traveler that he had threw away a big one, promised to seek it and asked him to come back to him, or not taking his contact information. After all the traveler was a good and honest man, for he was going to be a great blessing, double blessing to someone he had bought something, and it was him who brings to his attention, who give him knowledge of the stone.

   ‘But, I must be wise from now, who knows the traveler was a trickster. I must see what he did to the labour. The labour would know his contact information if he was a true man,’ he thought.

   The merchant had learn not to lose his good character, and from then onwards he always overcame his anger. He also realized how knowledge is worth more than the stone he seek, and he began to love knowledge and seek it. And he had made his mind to keep learning his whole life as lack of knowledge could also brings him another lose or misfortune though he may find the stone and become rich.

   He also learned that black does not necessarily brings or means misfortune and he stop being superstitious or something related to it.

   And as he was using his mind, concentrating to his mistakes, he learnt that it was his anger and foolishness that give him this much trouble and work, and learned that anger is foolish. 'But thoughtfulness and patience could save one from anger, or  short temper and misfortune as anger, or short temper is the lack of thoughtfulness and patience, and lack of thoughtfulness brings misfortune.' And that's how many lose fortune.

   He realize that the day he drop his gold coins was not a day of misfortune, the night he threw away the black stone was not a night of misfortune or lose either but a chance of fortune because he can always make his mind and find the stone to get more riches, to be a fortunate man.
   Therefore, he quickly closed his shop and went to the labour and asked, "Did a traveller visited you my friend?"
   "Yeah!"
   "Was it true? Is he a truthful man?"
   "Yeah!"
   "So, from now on you will live in a bungalow, right?"
   "Yeah!"
   "I threw away a big one. I'll come back to you, I may need you to give me his contact number. Ok?"
   "My friend, I am still your old friend and I haven't changed. You are always welcome as a friend."
   "Thank you my friend. Yeah, you are a good friend and I see you have not changed your good attitude. I'm really sorry to have forgotten you, please forgive me."
   "It's okay my friend. Go with peace and love, and never lose that again. That's the most precious and important thing in life to posses my friend. Wish you luck and God be with you," replied the labour to his old friend.
   The merchant give deep thanks to his good old friend, as he realized the most precious and important thing in life, and rushed home.
   'Nature teaches us good things in life, and if we are wise, if we are thoughtful and willing we may understand it and benefit from it.'
 
    When he reached home, he related his story to his wife and children, and look for the stone persistently. After all it is worth hundreds of millions than his gold coins which he had sought it persistently last night. And it would be worth a search even if he had to give many days to find it.

   ‘Fortune comes after misfortune. And the misfortune we thought always comes to be the beginning of fortune.'

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A Mail Interview with Lisa Scullard

  I am glad to have Lisa Scullard, a budding author from UK in my blog. She has been helpful to me and is still willing to work with me as a good friend. We met on one of a kind writers' community called authonomy.com and continues to extend our friendship beyond it.

   Instead of me writing about Lisa Scullard it would be better to learn about her from her own words, so let me get straight to the point. When I learned from her that all books for proof has reached to her, I thought I should give a place and make a special post for my friend in my blog. Then I mailed her, and as a friend we both agree to do a mail interview as below:

   How long do you take to write each book?

   It takes me between six months to ten months to write a book, between 120 thousand to 250 thousand words. I have written one shorter book of only 50 thousand words, that took six weeks. I was very inspired though and finished it quickly.

   Do you publish them all at once, or one by one after you finished writing each one of them?

   My first book I published straight after writing, "The Terrible Zombie Of Oz". It's a parody based on L. Frank Baum's "The Wonderful Wizard Of Oz". I enjoyed publishing so much that I immediately published two more books that I had already written earlier - "Living Hell" an adventure/mystery for older teenagers, and "Death & The City" for fans of chick lit and crime, such as 'Bridget Jones' and 'American Psycho'. I published them in paperback on Createspace, meaning they are now listed on Amazon, and in hardback on www.lulu.com - "Death & The City" was such a long book that I had to publish it as two books in the paperback version - Death & The City: Book One, and Book Two. I also published them as eBooks on Amazon Kindle. I'm very pleased how they turned out. My next books I will publish one at a time as I finish writing each one, now I have found how easy it is.

   While you writes your books, do you support yourself or by someone?

   I support myself - I am quite lucky to always find work. Sometimes during studying I also wrote, but my classwork probably suffered as a result! :)

   If you supported yourself, what work do you do? How many hours do you give to writing?

   Mostly I have worked part-time, in various jobs - in the past I have been a bartender in a biker bar, a motorcycle maintenance mechanic, a machining engineer making body-piercing jewellery, a carer for people with disabilities, a nightclub security guard ("bouncer"), and a hospital nursing assistant. At the moment I do some hospital work, and some computer administration and proofreading - mostly the computer work. I like to write for between four to seven hours a day when working on a novel.

   What is the greatest difficulty you overcome in your journey to be an author?

It's very solitary work, which is nice at times - I can enjoy my garden, enjoy the peace and quiet, listen to music that I love - but it can be lonely, and sometimes I forget to get food when the shops are open :) But I think the hardest thing is to overcome my 'writing ego' which tries to sabotage my ideas by wanting to make something more important out of my work and my life.

   Do you have any message in your book for your readers? What is the goal of your book? Entertain the people or whatever?

   I write for entertainment, definitely. I also want to share the things I've learned, the insights I've had and the things I've seen. Even if they only make sense in my own mind, I'd like to show people what the world looks like and sounds like from inside my mind. One day my mind will go away, and I had lots of strange experiences and thoughts that I didn't share with anyone - so it's a record of my memories, and things I found funny as well. One day I might need to read it all to remember who I am, so maybe that part is more for me than anything else :)

   I believe every author writes according to their experiences, so do you feel the same way? Does your book have some relation to your experiences? I mean do you pour your experiences into your book?

   Yes, definitely. I've worked in some unusual jobs for a woman, like security guard, mechanic - that kind of thing - so I like to share the experiences for people who might not have any idea what these jobs are really like. But also all the psychological experiences I have, the things my brain has done at times - maybe I want to help people who want to understand themselves more when their own minds seem to wander or have a life of their own. Having understood it and tolerated it in my own mind, I feel a bit of responsibility to share the experience.

   What makes and inspires you to become a writer and when?

   I start with an idea that fascinates me, makes me laugh and that I think about more and more. Then I have to write it down as it develops into a storyline and characters, players in the scenario. Early on there has to be a lot of humour in the idea that keeps me entertained while planning it - later it may develop more serious aspects as well, like in "Death & The City" which is about contract killers getting cleaned up by a mystery organisation, known only as 'head office'. I can get these ideas at any time out of nowhere - I don't have to go looking for stories, they usually occur to me from tiny meaningless things like place names, bits of misheard conversation, or the way a person dresses - my imagination fires up and I can tell myself a whole new story instantly. If it's good and I want to keep the story going, I go and write it down.

   Are you single? And if you are, how will you answer if unexpected people asked you on a date? And, will you tell us more about yourself?

   I'm currently single, yes :) Actually I haven't had a relationship yet. I decided to wait for the right man early on, just haven't met him yet. I have been on blind dates before, through dating sites or introductions, but not connected with anyone that way so far. I'm not sure how I would react to an unexpected invitation to go on a date, it would depend how unexpected. I think after friendship first, perhaps it would be a nice surprise.

   I have one child from a holiday romance years ago, who is the most important person in my life and keeps me in the real world. As well as writing, I like creative arts, and I draw, knit, sew, customise dolls and re-design clothes. I love movies and music, and this year I took up hula-hooping - but I need a lot of practise to get good at it!

   Okay, then what advice will you give to those who want to follow the same road - to be a writer and author?

   Always use your own best ideas, and be yourself - not like other authors or celebrities. Your own success is waiting for you to find it. You just have to be brave, and write what you most appreciate yourself, until you are your own favourite author above all others :) Write all the time. And good luck!

   Thank you for the interview, and I wish you all the luck and best.

   Thus the interview is this much but let me tell you a little more about Lisa Scullard. She is 39 years old, currently living in New Forest, Hampshire, UK.
   Voodoo-spice.blogspot.com is Lisa Scullard's blog and one of her clickable book cover with link to all her books and author page on amazon is below:

  

Love Marriage: What Everyone Should Know

   Why are there so many broken marriages – divorces or separations?  What is a true marriage of love?

   We may blame other things or reason for broken marriage, but it is always the result of incomplete love marriage, yeah, it is always a lack of love.

   A broken marriage is always painful to one or the other and can affect the life of one or the other, even children if children had been born. Therefore, before one tie a knot, one should make one’s mind to love forever and never break a marriage. For that, one needs to know what really a true love marriage is, then be careful and choose the best and the most one wants among millions of people on earth.

   Most of us, if not all, believe in a notion that marriage which resulted after relationship or friendship is love marriage. But if we count on such marriage, there are so many stories that do not have a happy ending, which ends up in divorce, separation or for the worst, committed homicide or suicide.

   There are many acclaim love marriage but ends up cheating, hurting and divorce or separation. This shows that such marriage is not a love marriage but a short term marriage of like and desire, because love does not cheat, hurt or divorce. Such marriage is just marriage between someone who like and desire one another but not loved.

   It is not wrong to marry someone one like and desire, but it is wrong to marry for a short time or to divorce. If one marries whom one like and desire one should also give love or else never marries. Like and desire does not last for marriage but love does.

   Marriage is not a small issue, and if it is broken it can spoiled the life of one or the other, even children. Therefore, one should love or continue to love whom one married.

   There is always love in a true love marriage or else it would not be called love marriage. Therefore, we are now certain that when there is love in marriage it is called love marriage no matter how one married – arranged marriage, marriage after relationship or friendship or sudden marriage.

   If a marriage is of love, it always and will always last till the end, a life time. And, in love marriage, there are no discordance, lies, cheats, adulteries, unforgiving but harmony, faithfulness, care, tender and forgiveness because love is such things.

   If there is harmony, faithfulness, care, tender and forgiveness, will there be any divorce or separation? No, not at all. Therefore, we are certain that love marriage consists of love, and it can never be removed because love is the heart of love marriage or else it is not love marriage.

   Marriage does not happen only once in the church or on the day one tie the knots but it happen everyday until there is a divorce, separation or until one or the other dies. The day one tie the knot is just the beginning, or the first step of marriage. Likewise, love marriage begins when there is love in marriage and ends if there is no more love. Therefore, any marriage that does not consist of love or that ends up in divorce or separation cannot be called love marriage as love marriage last a life time.

   Whatever we may call that ends a marriage; it is nothing more than a lack of love in marriage. It is this lack of love that brought pains in every aspect of life, not only in a married life.

   With love everything will resume in its place, and there is no place for anything that we blame for the cause of divorce, separation or all bad things, nor there will be divorce, separation, etc. Therefore, love is necessary to make love marriage alive, and to be a master in love, we all need to know what really love is and what’s not or what mistaken love is. And this things I have written and posted on this blog.

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