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    • parwatisingari
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      • In response to: "Who are you?" a wandering gypsy on a mystic journey in search of a mythical metaphysical land, healing people when i can
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    • A source of anxiety
      • There are noises, that don’t away, when I say noise I mean the things that don’t resolve resulting in alliteration in your quiet humdrum of life. I‘ve begun to realize that you can listen to silence and learn from it. it has a quality and a dimension all its own
        For words can be twisted into any shape. Promises can be made to lull the earth and seduce the soul. In the final analysis words mean nothing. They are labels we give things in an effort to wrap our puny little brains around their underlying natures when ninety-nine percent of the time totality of the reality is an entirely different beast. The wisest man is the silent one. Examine his actions and judge by them.
        Look at a modern hospital. It is like Grand central station—all noise and hubbub and is filled with smoking people thankfully the physicians don’t smoke within the hospital premises any more, nurses, orderlies, patients, visitors, in symphonic dialogues simultaneously. Soft drinks and coffee vending machines on every floor and everybody guzzles these popular poisons. The stench of chemicals offends the nose, while tranquillizers substitute for quietness.
        We would then like to sit silently watch the world around us. This unfortunately takes a lifetime to learn. It appears only the old are able to sit next to each other and not say anything and still feel contented. The young brash and impatient must always break the silence it is a waste for silence is pure. Silence i holy it draws people together because those who are comfortable with each other can sit without speaking. This is the great paradox.”

      • answered by parwatisingari on 02/17/2014
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    • Out of your reach
      • A toy or thing I wanted and never had...
        What’s worse than knowing you want something, besides knowing you can have it!
        Well materially there were no such situations, that I wanted and I didn’t have but yes there were events I would have loved to happen or situations I would liked my achievements to be acknowledged. I would have loved to receive compliments, well I didn’t.
        I remember the feeling, as if the coach took me aside and I knew what was coming.”I’m off the team aren’t I?” I wanted to ask. I knew the coach would say “You were never really ON the team, you made your uniform out of rags and towels, your helmet... it’s a cap! You turn up at the practise and steal the ball, you make us chase you to get it back, or tackle people at inappropriate times.” It was all true then, it is true to the day, I don’t belong. I thought someone would see me as some kind of raw talent that can be moulded, but now there are only moulds. I feel handcuffs, for trespassing.
        The dream is never really forgotten, it’s put aside, never out of reach there is some day it will connect me to the spirit of the child, like the dream had connected me to world of adults then. In the meantime, I could withdraw to my room, could hide and sleep as if I were dead.
        The worst part of holding to those memories is not the pain, it is the loneliness, and memories need to be shared. Minutes, hours, days weeks or even months can be spent in over analyzing the situation, trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could’ve ,would’ve happened... or the pieces can be just left on the floor and one could move on.
        The irony is it happens to everyone, as they grow up and you find out who you are and what you want, then you realize that people you’ve known forever don’t see things the way you do. So keep the wonderful memories and you find yourself moving on.

      • answered by parwatisingari on 01/29/2014
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    • Your fifteen minutes
      • f I had 15mnts to address the whole world live on television or radio what would I say—I don’t know. But what I won’t say I know. I won’t talk about people starving in china, or communal disharmony in India. It won’t make a difference. Despite of everything we are where we are living our life, our challenges just as it is. Maybe I’ll dance to say “I’m coming home, i’m coming home, tell the world I’m coming home. Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday.”

        If I had 15mnts to broadcast my opinion what would I . well frankly nothing after all, opinion is like the abboral end everyone has one, and invariably its biologic waste that comes out of it. but yes there are somethings I would like to share.

        when I hear that polite query “How are you” i would like to tell the truth, it takes nerve to do that or sheer insensitivity. The advantage is people start avoiding it, after they have their share of knees that hurt, and head that splits and mothers in law to hate. This directly translates to more time to meditate and do fine research on things that truly afflict us.

        plinky the end2I would like to say, this life is yours. Take the power to choose what you want to do and do it well. Take the power to love what you want in life and love it honestly. Take the power to walk in the forest and be part of nature. Take the power to control your own life. No one else can do it for you. Take the power to make your life happy. Live with integrity. That would mean, not settling for less than what you know you deserve in relationships. Asking for what you want and need from others. Speaking your truth even though it might create conflict or tension. Behaving in ways that are in harmony with your person values. Making choices based on what you believe and not what others believe.

        We are bound not win, but to be true. Success is living up to what light we have.

      • answered by parwatisingari on 01/08/2014
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    • Playtime
      • Fin time
        “That does it,”Jace said.”I’m going to get you a dictionary for Christmas this year”
        “Why” Isabelle said.
        “So you can look up fun, I am not sure you know what it means.”—Cassandra Clare, City Of Ashes
        I wish there was a Jace in my life; this conversation could have been between Jace and me instead of Isabella and Jace. More importantly it could have been real. The issue here was not fun, it was playtime. So off I go to type playtime so that I could know what it means. The dictionary says playtime a time to have fun or diversion.
        Well, well, that would be reading.
        Think about this a sensible person does not read a novel as a task. He reads it as a diversion. He is prepared to interest himself in the characters and is concerned to see they act in given circumstances and what happens to them. He sympathizes with their troubles and is gladdened by their joyous. He puts himself in their place and to an extent lives their lives. Their view of life their attitude to the great subjects of human speculation whether stated in words or shown in action, call forth in him a reaction of surprise of pleasure or indignation. But he knows instinctively where his interest lies and he follows it as surely as hound follows the scent of a fox. Sometimes through the author’s failure, he loses the scent. Then he flounders about till he finds it again. To read is precisely to enter another world which is not my own, and come back refreshed ready to bear with equanimity the injustices and frustrations of this one. Reading is the balm, amusement – not incitement.
        Sometimes I choose t write because it’s perfect for me. It’s an escape, a place I can go to hide. It’s a friend when Ii feel out casted from everyone else. Its journal when the only story I can tell is my own. It’s a book when I need to be somewhere else. It’s control when I feel so out of control. It’s healing when everything seems so messed up. At the end of the day its fun, when life is just flat our boring.

      • answered by parwatisingari on 12/10/2013
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    • Playtime
      • Fin time
        “That does it,”Jace said.”I’m going to get you a dictionary for Christmas this year”
        “Why” Isabelle said.
        “So you can look up fun, I am not sure you know what it means.”—Cassandra Clare, City Of Ashes
        I wish there was a Jace in my life; this conversation could have been between Jace and me instead of Isabella and Jace. More importantly it could have been real. The issue here was not fun, it was playtime. So off I go to type playtime so that I could know what it means. The dictionary says playtime a time to have fun or diversion.
        Well, well, that would be reading.
        Think about this a sensible person does not read a novel as a task. He reads it as a diversion. He is prepared to interest himself in the characters and is concerned to see they act in given circumstances and what happens to them. He sympathizes with their troubles and is gladdened by their joyous. He puts himself in their place and to an extent lives their lives. Their view of life their attitude to the great subjects of human speculation whether stated in words or shown in action, call forth in him a reaction of surprise of pleasure or indignation. But he knows instinctively where his interest lies and he follows it as surely as hound follows the scent of a fox. Sometimes through the author’s failure, he loses the scent. Then he flounders about till he finds it again. To read is precisely to enter another world which is not my own, and come back refreshed ready to bear with equanimity the injustices and frustrations of this one. Reading is the balm, amusement – not incitement.
        Sometimes I choose t write because it’s perfect for me. It’s an escape, a place I can go to hide. It’s a friend when Ii feel out casted from everyone else. Its journal when the only story I can tell is my own. It’s a book when I need to be somewhere else. It’s control when I feel so out of control. It’s healing when everything seems so messed up. At the end of the day its fun, when life is just flat our boring.

      • answered by parwatisingari on 12/10/2013
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