Just a small milestone here on this blog. Just like every blogger on WordPress gets those notifications we check (this is our other facebook in a way after all). After various achievements, I just wanted to share this one which I got earlier. 1337 likes on this blog in 3 and half months! Thank you all dear readers for this.
Actually I already answered this in a previous post. If I were to add anything, I learn something new many times.
“History is written, as chosen so by the victors” said the old man. “For what we know, only a fraction of the truth is revealed.”
The young man listened keenly what the relatively old man had to say. With scars and withered skin seemingly gracing his face and body, he seemed to have seen and endured much in his time.
“It was stormy night” he continued. “The heavens cried with rain. Roared with thunder. I and my brave comrades continued our trek across the hilly forests, which seemed our impending death. One of us had already nearly escaped his death, when one of many trees struck down and managed to screw a shoulder.”
“Oh my, that was close.” said the keen listener.
“Yes indeed, a broken shoulder better than a being crushed to mud” he continued, breathing slight heavily. “But what was worse, after a few hours, enduring what the storm and the wilderness had to offer, a tree got struck again, resulting in a lot of landscape to disorient and injuring everyone.”
“Hard luck. But looking at the condition, that could have been expected.”
“Yes indeed, but what seemed striking, the first one to get hurt was the same one who got his shoulder dislocated, this time he managed to damage his leg, on the same side” continued the adventurer.
“Dam, that’s what you might call bad luck.”
“Perhaps. But it wasn’t pretty till after a long quest of reaching the shelter and soon rescue, after the storm subsided. Things grew only worse until it got better. Due to the harsh situation, most did not make it. Due to the storm, a huge banyan tree got struck down, and smashed most of the company to death. Those images continue to haunt me even today. After we came back home, everyone called us few heroes. I just felt lucky to make it out alive.”
“Indeed, that was quite horrible what happened. But what became of that one, who got hit twice?”
“Well, it would seem the third time’s the charm.”
Smiling, the old man got up from where they sat across the camp fire, revealing his right hand shoulder to be bit out of place, but still functioning normally, as he held out his support, limping away to get his soup.
So this was a challenge to play with space,
Here I’m writing this poem trying to meddle with some words,
In a pathetic attempt, to make some text sound nice.
But what I don’t get, why does it matter if it doesn’t rhyme?
My grandfather was a poet, and so was I
Atleast that’s what I thought, many years ago
But as time went by, I just realized
Nothing more than a few lame words
Calling it poetry as an alibi.
I don’t know why I’m even writing this
I’ve got lot of work to do and lack of imagination
Yet I’m just sitting here passing time
Maybe I feel the need to write something not making sense
But ain’t I do that always?
So here I’m just messing around with the editor
Mashing some buttons begging me not to
I feel the need to write one more line
Or maybe it’s just I just want this to look
A DNA of drunken words
Need to work harder for time doesn’t wait
But heck I’ll do what I want anyways.
I never made a list before, even simple as a to-do list. However just this year I decided to make one for starters, actually the most important one of my life, my bucket list. Also I’m noting down a list of all random good I do this year, called 36 Random Acts of Kindness inspired by one of my most favourite and inspiring artists, Mike Shinoda of my most favourite band Linkin Park. Hopefully I’ll make more of them for smaller things to ahead, and seeing many blogs and people, this is something which many like doing and which helps too.
I would start a charity organization of my own for helping those unfortunate who are spread across many places. From orphans to those suffering from terrible diseases like cancer and can’t afford treatment, and rural development.
I would also like to help by donating to many organizations which are already doing a great job, this one came in first to my mind – Music For Relief. It’s a charity organization started by most favourite band Linkin Park for helping those who suffered from natural calamities among others, and opened my eyes to a lot of things on the planet. Visit the site here.
Actually I’m all by myself at home right now, for quite some time. I don’t even know my neighbours, in a way. Heck there’s no one I can even call right now or some other time and speak to. I so feel like the guy pictured here. Well actually I’m one.
Instead read this post of mine on being lonely, yet not alone. Something like that.
And I was listening to Maybe Tomorrow Is A Better Day by Poets of the Fall.
I was watching one of the most greatest TV shows there is – The Sopranos, and this came into my mind immediately.
Ah decisions, especially crucial ones! In major ones, I tend to reason on most of them, or at least try to, but personally I find my instincts were most of the time which led me to the right choice, or at least satisfying ones, if they went wrong. Sometimes both might lead you to the same spot, but via very different ways. Here is an article that I’d like to quote which I read pertaining to it, emphasizing on growth and leadership.
Tony Soprano, crime-boss and family patriarch of HBO’s The Sopranos, demonstrates successful methods for leading a team and forging beneficial, productive long-term relationships. When in doubt, assert yourself. Tony is well aware that he doesn’t have all the answers, yet even in his uncertainty, he forges ahead with bold action. He proudly claims that more is lost by indecision than by wrong choices.
It is important to differentiate between problem analysis and decision making. The concepts are completely separate from one another which is generally mistaken for the same. Traditionally it is argued that problem analysis must be done first, so that the information gathered in that process may be used towards decision making. That comes down to reasoning, but at such a time when you have no moment to think but act, only your reasonable instinct on which you can count on.
Instead of three blog posts which I liked, I’d just want to point out to one by a friend of mine Joogz. I met this panda sized guy some months ago and we became quick friends because of (a lot) common interests. He is a graphic artist.
Well technically just knowing each other for some months, being and each others’ places and being aware of the general shit we do, when I read this post of his last week I was completely taken aback. I couldn’t imagine such a tragic sad story behind the face of such a hilarious funny often annoying guy. I admit we all have problems, some of us worse, personally I too didn’t have a great childhood not having much cherished memories (and I’m even a declared borderline sociopath now on the verge of insanity!) but I’ll keep my worthless story for some other time.
This got me into thinking there is always worse on this planet then we can care to think about, even close around us without being much aware. No, I’m not going to give a pep talk on how thankful you should be for what you have, nor suggesting you to go and shower praise or empathy for him or someone like him. It’s just the three words I mentioned in the title, nothing else.
Go read that post. It might give you some courage if you are in the need of some. And he does great artwork and music blogging too, so you might want to follow him.
The Nameless One 