tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54024945105301367202012-01-17T18:15:15.311-05:00More fundamental than religion is our basic human spirituality. We have a basic human disposition towards love, kindness and affection, irrespective of whether we have a religious framework or not. When we nurture this most basic human resource – when we set about cultivating those basic inner values which we all appreciate in others, then we start to live spiritually.-DALAI LAMAThulasy Mary Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07831550940741935145noreply@blogger.comBlogger241100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402494510530136720.post-54915557884841957732011-04-17T13:40:00.000-04:002011-04-17T13:40:15.274-04:00

Manorama Online Health Fitness

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The other day while having dinner my better half asked me seriously, “Do you eat fruits back at home, in India?”“No, we rarely buy Apples, Oranges or Grapes at home”, my answer was sudden.“Really, I had the same answer to one of my colleagues who asked me the same question today”, he told me.“Do you buy Apple and Oranges at your home?” I asked.“No, but,” he paused. Again he in long thoughts. I

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When you hear or see something new, at times it embraces you fast. May be it’s a new song, a small article which speaks true emotions and truth, a way of writing or even a small brooch you wear on sari. This is a casual thing happened yesterday. I am always curious to know how words and phrases are created. For me, Bull's eye is a lovely imagination and a favorite dish.In my teen ages, I have

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My friend's friend's daughter says, ‘Why does Microsoft speak bad English amma? Everytime it says 'Windows is shutting down. Shouldn't it say 'Windows are shutting down?’......:)I loved and thoroughly enjoyed reading her observation. Congrats little one.....!Accidentally read it in facebook, just thought of sharing.Ownership of this totally goes to the 8 year old girl.

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Dhanya, your tag was a surprise for me. This is my first tag and thank you for remembering me. TAG: Have you ever wanted or done something your gender is not supposed to?We being two sisters, we tend to do a lot of things which are not womanly.1. I and my sister used to clean the roof of our home, getting rid of all the leaves and dirt before monsoon starts. Being an old house, we have to use a

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P1011674, originally uploaded by Thulasy Mary Elizabeth.My photo from flickr is shortlisted by Schmap Guides.The saddest part is I saw their mail only after 6 months.Anyway good to see their message.To my reply, today I got a message from Emma J Williams that they will be considering my picture for their next edition.

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He wrapped the bathing towel around his waist and came out of house. The towel almost covered his skinny, well-framed small body. His deep black hair was well oiled and his razor-sharp black eyes shined with curiosity.“The harvesting machine is in fields,” he said. He passed me briskly, heading towards the river.“I am going to fields after my bath,” he smiled timidly and said.When I went to

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(Contributed by Ms. Margaret Tiburtius) Small things in our life can teach big lessons and as I read this story by Paulo Coelho in his book “Like the flowing river” I thought I should share this story with a larger audience.The title of the story is “The story of a pencil”A boy was watching his grandmother write a letter. At one point he asked ‘Are you writing a story about what we have done? Is

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On a bright sunny evening after a summer rain. The river flowed swiftly. Muddy brown color along with the rain, the other day, made river so dash. It flowed gracefully, straight to its destination. The green algae and green weeds rode the top of the river like a bouncing carpet with brownish patterns in between. Small African weeds in the water resembled green lotuses. They had the freshness of

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time take wings,me not knowinghow short-livedi ami will soon be old,unlike my motherwithout the grace and grip,for me being,a feeble believerwhat will I say to my creator?when he shows'the book of purpose' of me on earthwhen i stand before himi haven't seen everythingfully on earth, i will surely complaintor haven't done anything,silently may bei just occupied a small spacesometimes with and

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For so many years in my life, I was enjoying the peace without realizing that my days were so beautiful. I truly owe that to my parents. When reality started striking me, it followed one after the other, with me not having much control on them. Sometimes I punished myself with the thoughts of having less wisdom to tackle the difficulties I faced or the ways I chosen.Is everything destined for a

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Ode magazine is all about Optimism and Optimists.It is a relief to read optimistic news when the media projects dreadful ones. I came to read this magazine few months back and loved it.As mentioned in the magazine, Ode is an independant international journal publishing stories about people and ideas that are making a difference.Magazine address society's problems because for them it is an

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It is somewhat witty at times to look at yourself and realize that you are being aged. How much you try to get away with it, it nip you further in its grips. I was anxious when I see my parents being aged every time I go to India. Like many other things, the thought never occurred to me that I am also succumbing to aging. I was in my twenties and early thirties then. Aging has not showed it signs

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For most of us, childhood and youth are the best stages of life. In childhood, we were so innocent and in youth, I say it is misted up - innocence had not gone from us -at the same time, no deep emotions have any influence on us or emotions might have started influencing us. My understanding of 'innocence' or the meaning I had given to innocence has changed in course of time. Innocence was '

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World is a stage of Vanity Fair.Have you ever thought of the knowledge we have for us to earn a living? Add your practical knowledge to it, add your reading knowledge, the knowledge you acquired academically or by traveling and meeting people. Sum total of the knowledge we possess is a meager amount compared to the vast world of wisdom around us. So my question is why we are swollen with pride

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Even though I had a lot of threads to write about, sometimes I sit in front of the computer, my mind ramble for something new and distinct. It is the yearning for writing and thinking innovative topics that make me feel fresh as if like I had bought something I liked or talked with a person I really like to talk to or I had my home made fresh food.The scarcity of time for most people and the lack

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My world is so small these days. Getting up late in the morning and some hours spend, talking to my friends over phone. Some times I feel like not having 'day life’. Still day goes on.Today I am sitting at my friend' s garage where I could see only the opposite house, both drive ways, the road in between, just having my evening tea served by my friend. I am totally immersed in my thoughts, solely

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I know that everybody had at least a single dream in sleep, in life. Why dreams in sleep? In my saying it always happens as a part of not so good sleep, or when sleep lightens and we are about to come out from sleep.Anyway, the other day I was talking about the different kind of dreams I had, with my friend.I was a sound-sleeper, but now a day, I often see dreams.In the past week I had a terrible

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Have you seen a vast sky with heavy clouds before rain or when it is about to rain? If you are in a hilly area, the fast moving clouds’ touching the top of the hills - the view is awfully scenic. You could see it clearly, if you are traveling through a road on the top of a nearby hill.Rain fascinates me even when I was a child of five. I love rain and rainy seasons both 'MONSOON and EDAVAPPATHY'

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I am not a political person. I never believed in a party but always happy to see principled and knowledgeable people in life. We say that young people has got more potential and energy. But I always felt that the old people have got more potential with their vast and varied experiences in life. I expects them to correct us in baffled times of life. But now days, to the contrary, they never guide

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Usually we speak about routines among ourselves.Today was a tottally different day in life.We both were staying in a friend's house along with them and their parents while undergoing my treatment.Mind was really calm or to say in another way,I learned to make it calm afterall these years.But I was confused with my beliefs at times but still maintained my calmness of mind.I felt like I achieved

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I belong to a very beautiful village in Kerala,India.When I travel to my place, like any other person I feel really proud of my place because of the beauty my place has got.I was aware of 'Rivers Dying' for the first time on my way to Coimbatore during my studies.Bharathapuza - so beautiful to see was actually getting dried up that time.I realized what the famous writer/poet Sugathakumari is

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Life is a journey of sorrows, happiness, lessons, surprises, realities, truths...........................you can add so many to these. I do remember my second grade in which my class teacher asked us to define ‘Life’. I think I was not even familiar with the word 'Define' that time. I didn't write anything in the paper, then. Even now I feel I won't be able to define Life in a sentence. Childhood

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Writing is a very creative skill and always dreamt about myself writing. Just for fun. Most of the days when I go to sleep, in my mind I always wander for the thread of stories. It is good way of falling into sleep and when the day begins I completely forgets about my story and get myself indulged in my daily chores. Sometimes I think how many of my stories might have buried within daily just not

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