Inseparability

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You know a coin, right?

You’ve seen it, touched it, and use it almost daily for your transactions.

But you do also know a coin has two sides. That is essentially what it means to “be” a coin.

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It has two faces which are polar opposite to each other and yet, they are inseparable.

Where one face walks, the other walks hand in hand.

There are some things in life that never make sense together, yet, they’re inseperable.

That’s the magic of it. Sometimes, it’s the most (seemingly) incompatible things that are meant to stick together.

Sometimes, just sometimes, a thing alone makes no sense unless it is complemented with another!

—- by ©® Madhulika Mitra

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The Journey Of Elusiveness

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There’s that time in your life when you’ve yet again lost hold of what you’ve been clinging onto.

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The one thing you were ready to cross mountains for and leap through all the valleys. But it seems that all that running and chasing and longing for was nothing but in vain.

It’s that moment where yet again the object of your desire just slips off from your hand, like a cloud.

Some things are elusive. They’re like wisps of smoke that make their presence felt yet trying to hold onto them is a futile endeavor. You don’t know where does the longing lead you yet that burning, stoking, ravenous flames of desire that this longing creates leaves you in nothing but a perilous state.

Such is the journey of this elusiveness.

You want to help yourself through this but this is a never-ending pit where you just can’t stop yourself from falling into.

And so you’re prancing through the rabbit hole

Forever and ever……………….

Till eternity.

The dawn and dusk are just another passing minutes on the hands of the giant clock.

You fear both the possibilities that this destiny holds:

Either you keep ticking and don’t stop anywhere

Or, you fear the time where the hands of the giant clock are tired and you become a static motion in its face.

—- by ©® Madhulika Mitra

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LUCKY BUT STILL UNLUCKY???

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It was a very gloomy day indeed. And why not? My friend’s going back to her native country, America. It seems as if we met years before but we got to know each other only a month ago! We’ve really shared such unforgettable moment during these past 30 days and now that she’s going my life seems to go to an end. She’s going back, to a far of place, deserting me and her grandparents (with whom she was staying)!!!I wonder what urgency forced her well-off and busy father to leave Japan so soon. Whatever be the thing I am sure we’d meet next year and 1946 would be a very lucky year for me.

So you must be thinking who am I? I am Hisako Matsubara, a 10 year old Japanese girl and my friend Mauler, is also a 10 yr old but is an American. During our holidays, we’ve really enjoyed a lot and also made certain promises. We would start on our chatting, playing, singing and doing every possible thing together soon after I returned from school to home, relished my sushi and sometimes sashimi or maybe rice or noodles, with a soup, and okazu or even maybe ichijū-sansai (“one soup, one side” or “one dish meal which means soup, rice, and one accompanying side dish–usually a pickled vegetable like daikon) and ofcourse after I would have completed my daily chores. We even made promises like we’ll always and always miss each other once we’ve parted.

“I’d really miss her mom!” I just sat down on the couch, folded my arms and started to think about those days of our friendship. The worst thing was we couldn’t even write letters as Mauler only knew to speak Japanese and didn’t know to write it; not even her parents. And I didn’t even know a single thing about her language and this thing was totally bumming me out.

“Don’t be sad, Hisako dear. Life will keep on moving and if destiny wants then your wish really would be fulfilled,” mom explained.

“ I never knew destiny would be so harsh. I wish I could stay with her for few more days…………”

No use wishing! The next day seemed to come tooooooo early, much earlier than other days…………… I saw Mauler, waving her hands, giving me the last hug………I expected that day to be very very boring but rather something very unusual happened; something that changed the direction of my life and maybe America shouldn’t deserve to be blamed, maybe it was just a dirty prank played by destiny!!!

I was sitting alone trying to do one of the things I used to do normally but couldn’t concentrate on anything-not even singing, the thing that I loved most of all. Such was the effect of loosing a friend but how did I know there was something which had a much more affect than that. I suddenly got carried away with the thought of World War II. I was thinking about the fight going on between Japan and America………………and that that America had been throwing bombs over most of our cities…………and it could be Hiroshima even…………and it could be here………right on Misasa Bridge, here where I live!

‘What a freak I am’, I thought slapping myself hard on my face, ’such thoughts bring me nothing but sour feeling. Better if I don’t think ‘bout that!’ Saying this to myself I decided to meet my 2 yr old friend and also next-door neighbor Sasaki Sadako. But as soon as I just stepped out of my house I could feel an incredible heat and when I looked up at the strong light above I could feel slowly and slowly everything going black…not even a single thing could I see. ‘What happened to my eyes? Why am I not able to see anything?’ I kept on rubbing my eyes but nothing changed. Suddenly I experienced a shock wave. I turned back and suddenly I knew I hit something maybe the table or sofa but then something falling down…but what? How awkward was it to not be able to see anything. I soon felt dizzy and fainted.

As I woke up and opened my eyes…I knew I opened my eyes so why still everything black?

‘Mom, why am I not able to see anything?’ I stretched my arm forward looking for my mom’s face………….It was then I got to know, I was blind, forever! But this thought kept on triggering that why did I get blind? And that by just seeing at the sun above! But I soon knew it wasn’t the sun that blinded my eye. That strong light…….that incredible heat………..and my heart saying something is wrong!

After few days I could suddenly hear my mom crying loudly. She told me everything about what she heard on the radio. She told me that America had dropped a new kind of a very devastating bomb (just what I was thinking the day before. Was this the power of my thought?) in Hiroshima and we were miles away from where the bomb had been dropped. She said that this bomb has affected till far of places. I came to know the cruelty of this bomb when mom told that this bomb caused the wood to char black white old and the dirty concrete bleached white. Even the roads had melted and fused leaving only a black patch. Most of the people had their hands burnt and swollen and great sheets of skin had peeled away from their tissues to hang down like rags on scarecrows. Even there were people whose shadow had been burned and they were killed by having been vaporized by the heat and the subsequent shock wave that arrived a few seconds later. Oh god! Such a devastating effect?!? Which demon has ever thought of creating such a bomb??? But you must be thinking why should I be so scared when I am safe! The main reason of concern was my father. Thinking of him gave me the creeps and my eyes reddened with fear so all I did was pray and pray and only pray……………….

Luckily dad was saved from such a suffering and I was totally overwhelmed to see him after he returned from his long trip just few days before. Even after that what concerned me again was when I heard that he had wounds but mom told they were just minor wounds and not to be scared of! Then after few days my mom told me something that my coward ears didn’t deserve to be heard. Dad started loosing his hairs and had started getting blisters and suddenly his skin had started to peel and most of all he was vomiting clumps of blood. No one knows what was it…not even the doctors. Could this be the effect of that devastating bomb? I felt happy somehow to be blind as I know I wouldn’t have been able to see such an effect that had undermined my dad’s constitution. But even though if not my body’s window but my mind’s eye (soul) could feel those 10 days of agony and torture my dad suffered. Is that what the destiny wanted? I am very happy Mauler moved from this place long ago…even though she was an American!

I did not mourn my late father’s death on September 14th. I knew those 10 dreadful days were enough for my father’s good soul to suffer. The only memory I grieve upon is the poem below that he wrote during those terrifying days and I often ask my mom to read it out to me:

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Oh the divine and sweet angles,

I cry out to you, from my heart so true,

Take me away to some far away place

Maybe to god, so that I can see his face

This world impure

Not fit for me

Oh the sweet workers of god

Please once listen to me

Let me see you with your shining wings

And the purity in you

Which in this big hollow place is needed.

Let me not stay alone,

On the land of evil

And don’t force me to be a part of them

I don’t want to stay among such devils.

But before going if I only can; once change the world,

Make me strong and not a poor, sweet and innocent thing.

So oh my lord

I ask you to send

Some angle like friends

Before the day ends!!!

I knew what this meant and am quite happy that god fulfilled his wish partially. We all knew that these aftereffects were all because of that nuclear bomb so I could feel my dad’s pain and I knew what depressed him. As he knew what was to suffer like this he had been thinking of thousands of those people who maybe suffered more than him. At the same time I could feel his desire to change the past and to again be normal and live his happy life again!

It was 1954 and I grew up to be 19.What amazed me was that I could feel certain changes in me which also occurred in Sadako, my 2 yr old friend who was now 11. I never saw her growing but would listen to and respond her motivating words even now when she’s not well.

I knew I’d developed a cold and mom told me more. She told me those strange change which caused a lot of pain in actual were lumps developed on my neck and behind my ears. I felt such swollen things moving towards my face time by time. After 1 year we both (Sadako and me) developed purple spots on our legs. Till then I didn’t even remember how was purple color. The only thing I knew was that it was my favourite color. Soon in that year it was diagnosed that we both are suffering from leukemia. Leukemia………………..and we both had only a year to get all the love. I could feel my mom’s pain. Ofcourse even she suffered through a lot of illness but the most of the pain she suffered through was the thought of her was loosing first my father and now me. We both were her best possessions in her life and now she’d loose us both. She often told me that she won’t be able to survive after I passed away and these days I felt more than depressed.

Soon I was hospitalized and in those 365 days I felt myself to be much more closer to Sadako than before. I even felt that there still were people who at least grieved our pains. The people of Nagoya used to send us one thousand origami paper cranes as a “Get Well” gift. What a pleasure those days were! There was a plenty of time left in the hospital so I used to tell Sadako a lot about the stories my mom used to read out to me.

”Hisako, why do we get these cranes as our “get well” presents?” Sadako asked me shrilly one day.

“Because there is a famous Japanese belief saying that one who folds a 1000 paper cranes is being granted with a wish”, I reported.

And then suddenly a crazy idea struck her head. She wished to live and wished that I would live too! So she decided to fold 2000 cranes but I very well knew that with the time left with us, she wouldn’t even complete a 1000 cranes! So to lessen the burden of the thought of folding 200 cranes I told her was that I had no desire to live and that she should do as much as she could for herself. I knew that this Japanese saying wouldn’t take her anywhere but how could I ever break such a young heart? Determined in her actions, she soon started folding the cranes. Each morning the moon went away, the sun came and our lives became more and more shorter. Knowing this Sadako became much more gritty and no pain or excruciating feeling could stop her but the only barrier in her dreams was that she lacked paper. But still she never stopped. She went ahead and used the medicine wrapping and whatever she could scrounge upon.

“Hey Sadako, where are you going,” I once asked her.

“I’d just return in few minutes,” she then replied.

And then I heard her footsteps coming, and heard her talking, her voice reflecting both sad and excited feeling.

“What happened?” I queried.

“Hisako, as I am running short of paper I went to other patient’s room to ask to use the paper from their get well presents…………..”

“So they didn’t give it to you?” I again asked.

“No! They gave and that too very happily but I am sad to ruin their get well presents”

But that was the only way she could find paper for folding cranes. She even used up her “get well” cranes and even I used to give her mine so she’d never have to borrow but as you know mine and her cranes were too less for her such big ambition!

I thought she’d never be able to complete but at the time of her death she did wonders. She indeed folded 1,300 cranes! Human’s mind can really achieve the most impossible things like USA achieved a nuclear bomb and my little friend, 1,300 paper cranes but sadly that never fulfilled her wish. Then one day I felt short of her encouraging words. Yes! She died and I knew my death was very soon to come!

My feeble body lay asleep when all of a sudden I heard a soft, gentle voice and I very well knew I heard such innocent voice sometime long ago but it was becoming tough for me to recognize it.

“Hisako, it’s me, Mauler.!”

“Mauler!” I screamed excitedly even though it pained when I did so.

“I know you’re angry”

“Angry, but for what?”

“For whatever my country did!”

“Oh common! Atleast it ended the 2nd World War and I am very thankful for that!”

“I wish my co-citizens could have possessed such a kindness that’s in your heart” said Mauler, “I even wished to come here long ago and do something for you but that wasn’t the correct time.” Saying this Mauler took my weak bony hands into hers and my mom did the same with my other hand and they both started weeping. That was the last time I felt Mamma’s & Mauler’s touch and after that I became lifeless……

© 2016 Mind Pickles

I wrote this story at the age of 13. I posted this story on my old blog: Queen Of Goodness. It’s my little twist to the tale of Sasaki Sadako as I made her my protagonist’s friend at the hospital.

Love,

Madhulika Mitra (a.k. a Luna Lune)

Book Review Treat: Colours Of Life by Inderjit Kaur

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“Kaleidoscope- Colours of Life” is a book with a really creative and a new concept. Part 3 of Living Series, Inderjit Kaur comes up with a book of inspirational essays to guide through the hard and easy bits of life. But what makes this book is the way it is presented and set up. Part A of the book is titled ‘Rainbows’ and each color of the rainbow is illustrated through an inspiring person that the author has encountered in her own life.

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The author lists down the quality of the person that she relates with the respective color, and then the story of her encounter with that person and what she learns from that person which helped her realize something in her own life. The best thing is that these people are not any extraordinary, high achievers but everyday people like us who might not even be noticeable in a crowd if we just take them by their appearances. This makes the characters extremely relatable and simply through a general interaction they leave such pearls of life lessons behind, that can open us to so much awakening and new ways of thinking at one go. Each essay is ended with a quote by a powerful and motivational personality, appropriate to the theme of the essay.  While the “Spiritual Violet” reveals the story of a common shop owner. Despite unsettling tragedies, this man who the author addressed as Jeevan Kaka, amazed people with his unfailing attitude despite all odds. His simple and spiritual nature, quite evident from the short interaction in the essay itself proves why he deserved to be honored under “Spiritual Violet”. “Compassionate Orange” is a tragic yet awe inspiring tale of Annette, who became mentally challenged due to the atrocities faced by her alcoholic father at a very young age. Perhaps her bubbly and innocent nature was due to her mental retardness, yet to see her devoid of any angel, resent or feeling of vengeance leaves one thinking that how even normal thinking persons are caught in the web of their own makings. We are quick to judge and ever harder to budge (we’re okay sticking to one line of thought or belief even when there are many routes to take in the same situation).
Part B of the book is titled “Contrast and Hues”. This part deals with various shades of life and personalities. The essays are titled based on virtues and attitudes we choose to carry with us further in our lives. “Being Committed” is an essay about being committed to one’s own growth and learning. It’s easy to lose hope and pace, it’s easy to give up but what’s rewarding is to keep walking even if we’re slow, even if we lose track hundreds of times or stop momentarily to charge ourselves. The author notes how she takes small steps each day to make her a better, stronger person than what she was yesterday.

We are often a victim to procrastination. But the hard part about this is we stand to lose opportunities! Once we start taking responsibility for the decisions we make in our lives, and stop blaming or relying on others, not only do we become more independent but also our choices start becoming much easier. Based on this theme, the author introduces an essay titled “Opportunities Slip Away”.

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The author went through a very tough phase in her life, which she mentions in the Introduction. However it is her hard phase which brought more clarity in her life about herself and her choices and these are a basis for this book, a beautiful & inspirational collection of essays. This is a very good themed book, apt for raising our motivations and quick to give us inspiration when we’re looking for some guidance. The editing of this book is really poor. The author has made use of very long and incomprehensible sentences which take away the effect that the essays could have had on the reader. The theme of this book is excellent and unique; however the author could have worked more of developing it. Though I would definitely suggest this book for first-time readers considering the theme and the message that this book aims to deliver, however, for people who have already forayed into self-help or motivational collection of essays, the writing style & grammar make the book very drab to read. Also, even though the author has chosen very inspiring topics for her essays, and many a times the anecdotes, experiences, encounters and stories she introduces are worth noting, however the views of the author on the same come as to be very opinionated and limited at times, which is again a big disappointment for a book which seemed to be quite promising. I’ll give this book an overall 3 on 5.  As an ending note, I will say that this book is any day better than a chick lit or “another teenage novel” which contemporary Indian authors seem to be quite obsessed with, and at least this collection of essays has something new to offer and gives something to think about.

© 2016 Mind Pickles

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Book Name: Kaleidoscope- Colours Of Life (A Living Series Part 3)
Author Name: Inderjit Kaur

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Music Inspiration: Nobody’s Perfect

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Music is a language of the heart, binding together people of all colors and places. It is one pervasive force which can inspire you to climb any mountain or dowse all the flames in you with the drop of a hat.

Bringing together the varied flavors of music, this post is an attempt to inspire you and light a spark hidden in forgotten creases of your heart.

The Music Inspiration for today is from an enlightening song sung by Hannah Montana, “Nobody’s Perfect”, reminding us that no human folly can be bigger than a peaceful state of mind and boatloads of confidence. Some excerpts from the lyrics:

Sometimes I’m in a jam
I’ve gotta make a plan
It might be crazy
I do it anyway
No way to know for sure
I’ll figure out a cure
I’m patchin’ up the holes
But then it overflows
If I’m not doin’ too well
Why be so hard on my self?

Don’t we all have really bad days when life seems to move slower than sloths? What do we do then- procrastinate or plan? When our mind is anxious, it is anything but natural that the latter seems the last on our list! But just like those quick-witted penguins in Madagascar 3, we too can be real badass and think our way out even from tough situations.

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Sometimes I work a scheme
But then it flips on me
Doesn’t turn out how I planned
get stuck in quick sand
No problem, can be solved
Once I get involved
I try to be delicate
Then crash right into it
My intentions are good
Sometimes just misunderstood

Our plans might not work the way we expect them to. That’s the stickiest part about the plans. They keep us in anticipation, and we may end up exerting all our efforts into making them work yet when we are rewarded with only disappointments and crashed hopes, life seems real harsh. However big the adversity though, as long as our spirit is intact nothing can really break us. Even if people around start turning up against us, we still have our own company to keep us sane!
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Nobody’s Perfect!
I gotta work it!
Again and again ’til I get it right
Nobody’s Perfect!
You live and you learn it!
And if I mess it up sometimes…
Nobody’s perfect

Edison discovered light bulb only after 100 attempts. Einstein had more number of failures than most of us can even muster in all our lifetimes. Even a perky rockstar like Hannah Montana had so many obstacles when trying to live a normal life, juggling friends and fame.

Yet they went on. Smilingly or not. They kept digging on till the end of the tunnel till they finally reached the gold. No matter how much time it took, or how much toils wasted. A fabricated expectation was never their end goal, instead it was the journey of perseverance and grit which mattered to them. Whenever you feel like hope is slipping by you, just observe the ants. They carry 10 times their weight, and keep toiling all their lives. Just watch them climbing walls, how they get up despite falling down so many times. It will keep you on your toes lest you should lose your balance!

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I know in time I’ll find a way

Have that faith, in your abilities and in Divine. You will find the solution to your problem because no problem was created without one, just like no lock was ever made without a key. So either find your key or make one. But don’t look back.

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I might mix things up
But I always get it right in the end

Nothing stays. This too shall pass. Let that be your guiding force. No matter how much you mess things up, it’s never too late for setting things right or even a new start.

© 2016 Mind Pickles

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Credits:

Song: Nobody’s Perfect
Singer: Hannah Montana/ Miley Cyrus
Songwriter: Matthew Gerard, Robbie Nevil

Foolishness of the Martyr!

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Whenever you want to save the lives of people,

In the face of any attack

Just stand back and think for a moment

Who are you sacrificing your life for?

The innocent ones or the silent ones?

The innocent ones deserve your sacrifice

But the silent ones don’t.

Since they are the ones

Who are the reason for the tragedy.

And if you do the mistake of saving them,

They will make you a God.

Someone up in the clouds!

Someone they can only admire, not emulate.

Someone on whose names they will be fighting more physical and mental battles,

That someone- whose actions they will not integrate into their own lives,

But will use as an ‘inspiration’ to create more ‘scapegoats’

Like You!

Who’s also naive.

Just remember

The innocent are only the ones, those kids who didn’t yet learn the rules of ‘real’ world of staying passive

And those aged, who’re too late to come out of their passivity.

So think once before saving someone’s life,

Are you doing a mistake?

Just ask 2 questions before you do a brave camaraderie,

1) Are you fighting OFF the wrong people

2) Are you fighting FOR the wrong people.

A ‘Yes’ to either of the two means foolishness.

Though I do understand,

It’s the work of those ‘lazy’ people who will be making a GOD out of you!

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How often do we admire people who give up their lives, or sacrifice greatly for the poor, innocent ones. Not stopping to think once, could those innocent ones be the reason behind the violence? Could it be that the people behind the mask of ‘innocence’ and ‘goodness’ are the ones who remained silent at the sad plight of the attackers?

If they’re saving us….who’s saving them?

© 2016 Mind Pickles