BLOW OF INSPIRATION

As the creator blew LIFE within us , we are the life bearers all along the last breathe . Let us not forget to breathe life within us by celebrating life , forgetting our past failures and misfortunes , by befriending INSPIRATION in our lives . 

Here is a poem i have composed on INSPIRATION :

 

Always 

AGNES 

STAY INSPIRED ! 

AMOR VINCIT OMNIA

In many Muslim cultures, when you want to ask them how they’re doing, you ask: in Arabic, Kayf haal-ik? or, in Persian, Haal-e shomaa chetoreh? How is yourhaal?

What is this haal that you inquire about? It is the transient state of one’s heart. In reality, we ask, “How is your heart doing at this very moment, at this breath?” When I ask, “How are you?” that is really what I want to know.

I am not asking how many items are on your to-do list, nor asking how many items are in your inbox. I want to know how your heart is doing, at this very moment. Tell me. Tell me your heart is joyous, tell me your heart is aching, tell me your heart is sad, tell me your heart craves a human touch. Examine your own heart, explore your soul, and then tell me something about your heart and your soul.

Tell me you remember you are still a human being, not just a human doing. Tell me you’re more than just a machine, checking off items from your to-do list. Have that conversation, that glance, that touch. Be a healing conversation, one filled with grace and presence.

Put your hand on my arm, look me in the eye, and connect with me for one second. Tell me something about your heart, and awaken my heart. Help me remember that I too am a full and complete human being, a human being who also craves a human touch.
- THE DISEASE OF BEING BUSY ,OMID SAFI .


SOMETHING REALLY MOVING WERE THOSE ABOVE LINES  THAT I READ WHICH I FELT WAS WORTH FOR THIS TIME'S BLOG . FOR LOVE IS COMPASSIONATE TO THE WHOLE WORLD , ENGAGE YOURSELF TO SOMETHING OLD THIS TIME , THE OLDEN WAYS OF SENDING LOVE LETTERS ........ 


Love letters Sent from viewpoint of the mailbox,

Unlike these days of everything set in motion with predictability . Those were golden days of adrenaline rush , excitement , eternal hope , raging emotions spinning against unending waits . Waiting for a piece of letter that came crossing miles. It's true people still appreciate the fact and the very concept of writing letters : love letters . In my childhood days my teacher narrated us a story about pen lovers how they grew their bond over letters and how everything was real, transparent , honest and feelings were always deep . 

This depth wasn't framed with a smile or love at first sight , but built on strong grounds . The simple token of writing to each other about the very same mundane , expected and happy things with  closeness and warmth . With every new letter that arrived the bond grew stronger and better . The foundation was the two people themselves .

I have always loved , believed in the concept of letters . I keep writing to my near and dear ones . when two lovers lived in a state of no freedom and acceptance , all they could have sustained on could have been that fresh paper that came inside their mailbox . Well that was sustenance for them .

When he needed comfort and had nothing around
He looked and relaxed at her handwriting
When those words echoed loud
Their emotions they were proud .
They had the best time expressing
She loved the shiny ,new touch and smell of the new letter
Holding it along her chest
And then vorfreude !
A leap of faith , joy , and love .
Not giving up on each other , holding each other , in every word of their letters.
This was tender and precious love !


ALWAYS ,
AGNES 

ART

For an incalculably long time I have been preparing myself to post on this gem of a theme : ART .
I am bestowed with some art bend  : dance , music  and sketching which has always been a part of me all  through  the bygone years and even now.

Befuddled   or anxious , through this uncertainty which life throws at me art has always helped me get through and I feel that has been the very experience with anyone who devotes time for art or appreciates it. Art is for the one who could appreciate the beauty in its expression , for those who could find the enigma  and the very reason of its birth , for those who could connect to the rich souls who created uniqueness in their  art form .Art varies in forms from music , to paintings to dance to pottery to many others !

When the sarod or guitar strings strike a chord in rhythmic progression I levitate in bliss ! When an  artist's painting gives me a glimpse of my life , when I read a piece of poetry and connect instantly I understand art is the very form of expression to understand and land on this beautiful place called life !

India is a land of abundant artists.  I am a follower of many of them ,   like many others in this world. So its difficult to rank them in a particular order so not mentioning that unending list of names .While people state and define art in their words I find it difficult to define and  limit  an art in mere words as  in magical , divine , beautiful or fantastic .All I understand about it , here it is ;
What I see and feel in an art form is its redeeming and liberating nature. Practicing , performing , or appreciating an art all brings  along a special feel :   FREEDOM .It frees  our soul and lets us adore things around  .Clear your troubled heart , soothe your life with some art I say .Its a great healer as well .

"Go into the arts. I'm not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven's sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something."
- Kurt Vonnegut .

Finally,  here is the writeup I wrote on my Best Friend's midnight mention of two words : Pearl and Sand .

To be specific she at different times ,  helps me to be inspired to write something better  and so just that you all  may know . "Ms. Leo"  here is the proof . 

Covered in sands of the ocean and lands I have travelled distances Rolling and being layered in different areas. Surrounded by heat , cold and rainy days I have matched my days along with you . I am a pearl , in the sand ,known and recognized when people swipe me from u . When people clear the layers of sand  they find me . You are a part of my identity.

Sometimes the sparkling lives have been along with the little rays which couldn't be sparks . They aid the ones who need a sparkling life .
Same like the Pearl and Sand.

Don't forget the sands who have carried  you.  They have been with you always , your turn to be for them .

Pearl said to the sand
Oh how dusty are you !
Sand said but its all for you ,
I take the pain to shield you
Oh no!  u don't said the pearl
When she was trapped in a string she knew what sand meant
Once she had freedom with the sand
Now all she had was string of other pearls like her 

- yes, I made that up with those two  words.

Art is all around us ..hope you find your area of an art companion.

Thank You for reading this .
Always 

Agnes 

WOULD YOU LIKE TO HAVE COFFEE?

Getting high with alcohol isn't rare. But I am one of those who gets high with coffee and chocolates . Today I am here to share those coffee breaks in our life. As I read in a magazine which said "some days we make coffee sometimes coffee makes our day"

 There is so much happening over a coffee . The way friends tune in to each other in the  famous sitcom FRIENDS at  CENTRAL PARK ,the way  i   have  a gala time every instance I drink coffee and hear  some evergreen melodies simultaneously  . We have book-stores with coffee corners around , we have couples catching up with a cup of coffee , we have  that ONE whole night before exam we keep ourselves awake over so many cups of coffee and we have a strata of people who love coffee and keep having it better known as coffee addicts .

This new commercial  the    Nescafe ad #ITALLSTARTS   made me feel the need to write about this distinct  and special beverage . COFFEE. 

I am fortunate to have a mother who as I keep reiterating in front of everyone and now here too , makes   for me the best coffee in the world. We all have those hands of love preparing for us coffee , I wonder if they know how special they are.

Be it the morning , evening  or  midnight cup of coffee  , this mug of drink needs to be praised. I am here to share my love for this cup of coffee ! Believe it or not much can happen over a cup of coffee . It's caffeine agreed , but a lot more than that.To people , to students, to employees , to teachers , to lovers , to everyone at some part of their respective days.

Ending with this  personal favourite quote : LOVE IS IN THE AIR AND IT  SMELLS LIKE COFFEE ! 

Presently all I have got something connected to this topic is this picture. Hope you too  have a coffee story. 

Always ,

The Coffee-lover :

AGNES

Today my Baby turns 1 .

You must be wondering which baby , well last year on this date I gave birth to one of the sweetest love of my life , my writing took birth as a baby blog on blogger.com , . 

It has  been an enamoring journey within and outside . Spreading the words before a larger audience online , the thoughts which kept  lingering were brought forth on my blog . My personal journal of details about life in its thick and thin has been written all about  throughout this one year .

So to every reader who has been a reader , once , twice or for all the times you have read any of my blog posts  all this while ; THANK YOU .YOUR constant suggestions, compliments , reading and inquisitiveness has led me FORWARD . My words are all I have , my words are all I could give away . Hoping I continue to help you grow , through my messages ; the messages of my write-ups .

Please note this journey doesn't end , keep reading , keep your eyes glued to my efforts.Looking forward to even more happy articles to be composed .

But for now , thank you all,  for 2-9-2015 ! Cheers .

God bless you all!
 And finally this quote for all of you my lovable readers :

 
Always  and always 
AGNES 

TO THE BLESSED AUTHOR : HAPPY BIRTHDAY !

The man who made me love READING. I was mesmerized having read eleven minutes authored by Paulo Coelho . And then I just kept reading his books THE MANUAL OF WARRIORS OF LIGHT , THE ALEPH , ADULTERY and so on . I still remember the second book that I read penned by him: THE ALCHEMIST which I bought from Hazrat Nizamuddin railway station [DELHI] . And just a day after i finished reading it  ,  I just took two days to finish that ' transcendent 'book .

   

Today is the day this   blessed man  was born  PAULO COELHO. I am an ardent Paulo Coelho fan .Yes I adore him and his writings .Known as A blogger , musician , lyricist and writer , who hails from Brazil .He is known for writing in the genre of drama , self help and Philosophy.I adore all his quotes. I seriously can't number them in any particular order as I am partial to each of those .

But still since I need to put up one , here I present one of the most special that I hold close to my heart : 

"I thank all those who laughed at my dreams;
You have inspired my imagination.
I thank all who wanted to squeeze me into their scheme;
They have taught me the value of freedom.

I thank all who have lied to me;
You have shown me the power of truth.
I thank all those who have not believed in me;
You have expected me to move mountains.
I thank all those who have written me off;
You have aroused my courage.

I thank all those who have left me;
They gave me room to create.
I thank all those who have betrayed me and abused;
You have let me be vigilant.
I thank all those who have hurt me;
They have taught me to grow in pain.

More importantly, I thank all
Who love me as I am;
They give me the strength to live" - PAULO COELHO .

I am a lover of each word explained and detailed in his writings , he personifies objects and makes appear my  life and much more through his stories so aptly .I have a strong connection with his WORDS .

For all those invincible fears evaded as I read the preface of the alchemist .I still can't forget that day .A man with eternal wisdom and understanding about life is the label of Paulo Coelho .

A short poem for my  Favorite Author :

For all those naive things and people you showed me  ,
For all those insights of truth and illusions you showed me  , 

You  gave me reasons to celebrate life .

The river of your words ,
Embodied with honesty and love ,
Filled me with peace and wonder.

A few pages of love and mystery ,
And then everything magical !
I bonded with your rich soul .

A lot I have to learn and explore
Through your books even  more ,
You are an adorable galore , 

Of words adding meaning to my life

You are special ,
You words are special ,
Your books are special ,
And indeed you made me feel special about myself .

I can never forget how your books made me feel ,
THANK YOU FOR WRITING.

WISHING YOU GOD'S ABUNDANT GRACE, LOVE AND CHOICEST BLESSINGS . HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY FAVOURITE AUTHOR! 

ALWAYS , 

AGNES .

THE YOUTH FEST 2015

Something worth spent.   Well the feeling, when you get exactly what you need in an affordable range when you want to buy something ,the feeling after a busy   day  by catching up with your old friend. The feeling of getting up early morning and realizing you are going to finish that long awaited task finally .Well this feeling of FULFILMENT I realized yesterday on 8th of August. We had this youth fest organized for our parish youth and I obviously was a part of it .

On a routine basis I have this fad of expressing something to you through reflection, stories , examples , but today I would love to present about this youth fest; which is more like a personal journal entry I agree .

Having I would use the word 'slaughtered'  by the harsh and temporal nature of time , people and life yesterday's youth fest worked out like an energy drink .While hope prevails and God’s love shines forever we are here  to experience life in bliss. Singing the action songs which we sang as kids , letting out frustrations as time paced while  we felt sleepy, yet in those dizzy hours believing that something really good will come out of this. Oh ! Those moments - Priceless .

When the  priests came over the altar and showered us with knowledge divine , it  felt really good . How can I forget the game sessions , letting the child come out of us , I am sure all of the parish youth thoroughly relished it . And then catching our breathe as we danced unendingly to the beat of ChartBusters.

Holding hands together  and praying , eating the dinner at 9:45 pm with three  Girlfriends beside and chatting about the most important things for us ! 'Our life '.

Going crazy and even more dizzy as our watches displayed 3 a.m. but still waiting and  as expected    it was worth the wait as we had a great time listening to something about us in the next talk . Adoration before the Blessed  Sacrament : the most ethereal moment of my life it would have been having prayed early morning kneeling down just before the Blessed Sacrament { not in  my home but in the church. }

And the sporadic breaks for energizing us and to keep us awake through out these holy hours , the MASALA TEA ! Splendid and indeed a pleasure it was .

I don't feel left behind , I don't feel empty or morose as the heavy shadows of life appear in disturbance because such pleasures are still alive in my life .We all do have SUCH MOMENTS , we just need to profoundly seek them and take time for making them count in our life .Deepa , Jewel ,Steffi who were a great company added to the beauty of my YOUTH FEST 2015.Loved it.THANK YOU LORD.