Thursday, January 29, 2015

Post #29: The Secret by Rhonda Byrne....

First of all, thank you Tashi Gyem for letting me know that such a wonderful book existed in this world. Perhaps, it is the law of attraction that brought me to this book. Thank you! And no wonder that you sipped the sweetest nectar from The Secret and manifested it with your wonderful performance in RCSC.
If you haven’t read it, read it please. It is a must read book. I loved reading it and would read it whenever I get confused with the jumble of my life. It doesn’t talk about something which is beyond our imagination. It is neither a Harry Potter series nor The Hobbit series. It is a motivational book which would change your life forever.
“Every thought of yours is a real thing –a force.” –Prentice Mulford.
It doesn’t matter who you are or where you are, the law of attraction is forming your entire life experience, and this all-powerful law is doing that through your thoughts.
These are few sentences from The Secret.
Law of attraction is nothing difficult to understand. It is happening everyday with us; whether we know it or not know it. We are the product of what we thought yesterday. We attract what we think. For an example, our group friends are a product of what we are. We attract the same kind of friends that we are. If we think positive, positive things fill our lives. If we think negative, negative things keep coming back to us. If you want to top the class, you can. You just need to believe that you can do it. You needn’t worry about how you can do it. Your job is to think what you want, not how you can get it. Universe has everything that we ask for. We just need to ask what we want and universe will work on how it would deliver what we ask for.

It is the best book I ever read. It made me little wiser, little positive and little determined. Little different, too. I learnt to believe in myself, I learnt to believe in my dream and I also learnt that I will get whatever I dream of. I just need to have faith that I will get what I ask for. This little book brought light in my life. 

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Post#28: The Celebration.....

Today, I would like to share a poem by Prime Minister of India, Shri Narendra Modi. It is translated from Hindi by Akash Deep Ashok. It was once published in India Today. Enjoy reading his poem.

O Kite
It is the celebration of aiming for the skies,

It is my flight to the sun.

O kite,

It's my glory in this life and beyond

I hold my own strings...

With my footprints on ground

And skies,

I have the bird's eye view.

My kite,

It does not get entangled

With a host of other kites...

Nor does it get caught in boughs of trees.

O kite,

Like my own chant of Gayatri mantra.

Poor or rich, they all

Enjoy collecting a kite cut loose.

An enjoyment of its own kind.

A kite cut loose

Gathers the experience of the blue unknown

Of the winds moving and directions...

It bears testimony

To the heights it has scaled and time it has spent thereon.

O kite,

My flight to the sun...

The life of a kite is in its twine

The kite's Shiva is in the skies

Its own twine in my hands

And my own twine in Shiva's hands...

For the kite of life (the air we breathe)

Shiva sits in the Himalayas.

The dreams of a kite

Are higher than the man's,

Since the kite flies near Shiva

And the man sits here

Disentangling the twine.

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Post #27: What is Love?

Disclaimer: I am not a Love Guru. What I am about to write is what I feel. I know I may not be right. But there is nothing as perfectly right and perfectly wrong. It is always between the right and the wrong.  
To love someone, that person needn’t be perfect. To love is to love without expectation, blindly. Just love and love and love!  Love fails when we expect so much. It fails when we want our girlfriends to wear this, not that. Eat this, not that. Walk this way, not that way. Apply this face cream, not that. Do this, not that. Comb your hair this way, not that way. Behave this way, not that way. Talk like this, not like that.
Have you been ever asked any of these questions?
Photo from Google
Why do you love her –she is flirty, she is poor, she isn’t from our community, she is ugly, she is useless, she is fat, she is short, she is thin, she is not of your type? I know you would have been asked. At least, once? Our friends brag, our parents protest and our neighbours backbite. If you give up at this junction, you never loved that person. To love is to find perfection in imperfect beings. To love is to accept that person despite her history, shape, size and appearance. Love is the lawless domain which doesn’t follow any rules and regulations. It is all about freedom –to chose, to love and to live. No one is perfect and we can’t expect anyone to be perfect.
When we truly love someone, we rejoice their company; we forget the world and find another world in that person. We forget who they were and what they might do in future because true lovers live in the present.
Love is the supreme of all feelings –strongest, most elegant and most peaceful. When our world gets filled with love, we will find heaven in the earth. Don’t you want that world?

Monday, January 26, 2015

Post #26: Thank you Rema Reyka....

We (I and my girlfriend) are very happy to be awarded the “Very Inspiring Blogger Award.” Thank you very much, Rema Reyka! I am very suspicious if I ever inspired you. But I am grateful that you nominated The Abyss of Freedom as one of the blogs that inspired you. It brings immense joy to know that what I scribbled inspired someone, sometime.
Very Inspiring Award from Rema Reyka to me!!!
Here are the rules to be abided while accepting the award:
1. Thank and link the wonderful person who nominated you
2.  List the rules and display the Award on your blog
3. Say 7 facts about yourself
4. Nominate other 15 amazing bloggers for the award, link them and inform them about the nominations.
Here are my nominations. I excluded those blogs that has been already nominated by someone.
I know very less about myself. Is it because I am total stranger of myself? Or is it I talk very less with myself? Or is it because I always think of other and I have less time to think about myself? Or am I in dynamic stage where I am no more the same person I was yesterday? Anyways, let me share what I know about myself in seven brief points.
1. I am an indoor person: I rarely feel lonely sitting all alone, locked-up in my room. When I am alone, I latched my door and never open unless someone knocks very hard. My room is my world for me. I have books to read, movies to watch, stories to write, textbooks to study, internet to browse. I rarely have time to go out and roam around. But it doesn’t mean I am introvert who doesn’t go out at all.
2. I wrote a play while I was in class seven: Yeah, I really did it. I am a crazy person. I used to read Shakespeare when I was in class seven. I was scolded for asking the meaning of those Shakespearean words to one of our apprentice teachers. She thought I was challenging her knowledge but I really was asking what I didn’t know. After reading his plays, I wrote a complete play in my notebook which I don’t know where it is now.
3. I am an impatient person: I am not as cool as I appear, externally. I am very impatient and particular about the time. I had to discontinue working with my ex-editor just that she couldn’t complete my work on time. When I give appointment to someone, I try not to fail at all. And when I start working once, I hardly take break in between. I either finish any works assigned with what best I can do or else I never agree to work at all. What I do should be the best I can do and I expect the same from others too.
4. Committed man: I am reliable person. Once I commit, I don’t withdraw abruptly. It can be with relationships, works I do or anything that needs commitment. I still keep in touch with two of my English teachers –one who taught me in class seven and one who taught me in class twelve. Perhaps, they are more than my teachers. Same commitment I give to those who hate me, too. I never turn back because I don’t like scratching my chronic wounds time and again. It is better we keep it untouched. So, either ways, I am committed.
5. National Newspaper published my article while I was in class seven: Yes, they did. But not at once. Many articles I sent never appeared in any newspapers. But I kept sending it. Finally, on October 06, 2006, Bhutan Observer published my opinion letter. It was about constitution and was edited by Dasho Dr.Sonam Kinga, the then executive editor of Bhutan Observer. And he too cared to reply my opinion in short note of editor where they obliged to my request. I still remember how I went around classes showing my name in newspaper. It was a national newspaper!
6. I never read novels till class 12: surprising? But that is the fact! I shouldn’t tell lie, I read two novels –Dawa and The Giver –because they were part of the English Syllabus. Other than that I didn’t read any other novels. But I used to read newspapers and had a scrap book where I pasted every article written by Lyonpo T.S Powdyel, Dasho Dr. Sonam Kinga, Mr. KC Jose, Mr. KB Lama, Mr. Gopilal Acharya.....
7. Weirdest of all: I was very interested in learning new vocabularies every day. I went to that extent where I wrote new words in papers and pasted it on the trees’ trunk on my way to the school –so that I can read it every day I go to school and remember it. It so happened that I picked fight with my friends after knowing they tore it off. But I am still not sure if they did because it was a big path where hundreds of people would walk to and fro every day. I still laugh remembering those incidents. And did I do it actually????  


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