From Pages Of Life

when u miss someone it hurts.

when u remember someone when you were having good times,
you just wish why can't it all be like before?
what did i do wrong?. how can i correct it now?
is it too late?. is he/she still thinking about me?
like i think about him/her?.has has/she moved on?.

like this many questions raise in our minds.
the only solution is to just laugh about those
lovely times and get on with your present life.

it's better to live in the future then in past.

they went away from our life for a reason.
may be it was their time. or it was not meant
to happen.whatever it may be, it's for the best.
because you are who u r now because of them at that time.
the mistakes u made in the past,is what the present
is all about.

if u r happy now. it's all the reason u need to
leave the past and move to the future.

you are living your life now without them because it
wasn't meant to happen now. life is just
what is meant to happen, nothing you do or don't
do, can change the way you live in the future.

you are not responsible for who comes to your life
or leave from your life. you are only responsible
for what impression you leave when they are with you.
what memories you give for them to remember you.

Life goes on, whether you want it or not, the only way
you can make it better is to live in the present, learn
from the past, and plan for the future. because, today
-will- become yesterday no matter what you do, and
tomorrow always comes. have you done enough for
today to remember it as past and will you accept tomorrow
like you accepted today is what makes the life so special
to live everyday for the rest of your life.

My life is like a train in making. Every stage of my life is like a cart on work.
The beauty of each one is given by how much involvement i put in creating it.
                                                                              -Aurthur

A Healing Myth by "Nihasa"

//This is not my story.I found this while reading a book.This is a good story.Apparently without a copyright.So enjoy...And this story is said to contain healing powers if u read it out loud...^_^" //


Once, in another time and another place, a kingdom of magic 
      and beauty knew a time of peace. No armies threatened its 
      boarders, no bandits plundered its trade routes, no plagues 
      sickened its people. Yet even in such peaceful times, bad 
      things could happen: accidents, misunderstandings, even 
      good people doing bad things. 
     
      The third daughter of the king was a bright and cheerful 
      sort. She wasn't the strongest or the prettiest of the 
      royal princesses, but she did have the nicest wings of 
      anyone her age. She loved to fly around the countryside 
      and explore the groves and meadows she found...they were 
      always full of surprises. 
     
      One day she found a particularly pretty grove, with a pond 
      glistening in a little clearing in the middle. As she went 
      in for a closer look, she saw images start to form. She saw 
      her own reflection, and as she lightly touched the ground 
      she saw that her reflection was watching reflections of her 
      own...dim watery reflections from her past. 
     
      "So you can see the pictures." The voice from among the 
      trees made her jump. "Don't worry," continued the young man 
      as he stepped out from among the trees, "nobody else can see 
      the same images, Princess. It's part of the magic." 
     
      "How...?" she asked, looking him up and down. He was a young 
      man, no older than the princess herself, dressed in the 
      rough tunic of a wizard's apprentice. "Who are you? How did 
      you know who I am, what I saw?" 
     
      "I am apprenticed to the Court Wizard. Everybody knows who 
      you are, Princess...and besides, I have seen you at the 
      palace when I have been there with my master." He paused, 
      glancing at the ground and lowering his voice. "As to the 
      images...well, at one time I had need of their magic." 
     
      "When I entered the Wizard's service, I had a great and 
      secret fear. Something...bad...happened to me when I was 
      younger. It hurt to even think about, and after time I 
      didn't think about it much. But ever since that time, I had 
      lived with the fear. When my master learned of this, he 
      taught me the magic of this pool and its stream".

     
      "The pool reflects images from your mind...scenes from your 
      past, dreams of the future, even fantasies of the present. 
      The stream flows like time itself, upstream into the past, 
      and downstream into the future. If I followed the ritual he 
      described, these magics could wash clean the fear." 
     
      She made a face. "I suppose this ritual involves deep magics 
      usable only by Wizards?" 
     
      "Not really. All the magic is in the waters, and anyone can 
      use the ritual. Even a lowly apprentice." He grinned. "It's 
      pretty simple. After he told me about it, he brought me here 
      and then stood back by the trees. He said that he would 
      answer any questions I had but otherwise I was on my own." 
     
      "I stood where I could see my reflection in the pool, and 
      then thought about my fear. As I thought, my reflection 
      watched a reflection of my thoughts...like a stage where 
      dimly lit actors played out the scene against a colorless 
      backdrop. I looked up and saw that I was still here, in the 
      glade. I looked back at the water, holding on to a small 
      part of the special feeling of fear it had given me. As I 
      turned and looked back upstream, I saw more images...each 
      earlier than the last. I relaxed and let the feeling guide 
      me back to the earliest image. When I had that, I turned 
      back to the pool and found my reflection watching the same 
      colorless players in their dim reflection of the memory. As 
      my reflection watched, the image went from a time shortly 
      before the bad thing happened, through the whole thing, and 
      on to a time when it was all over. When it passed the ending 
      that way, it stopped...like a drawing. Then the drawing 
      faded away, and I was just looking at my reflection. The 
      Wizard had told me that if I stepped into that last part of 
      the image, it would run very quickly backwards, with full 
      color and sound and me living backwards through it all...all 
      the way through to the part before the beginning. It sounded 
      very strange. As I looked at my reflection again, it was 
      watching the image go forward again in its dim, colorless 
      way. When it reached the drawing at the end, I stepped into 
      the image and was plunged into a world going backwards! It 
      went clear through to before the beginning in less than a 
      second, then stopped. Startled, I let the water carry me 
      downstream, through all that had happened since, with the 
      fear gone and the memory unable to hurt me. When I reached 
      the here-and-now, I got out and just stood there, knowing 
      that the fear would trouble me no more." He stopped, and 
      suddenly seemed to remember where he was, and who he was 
      talking to. "That was over a year ago, and the fear is still 
      gone. The Wizard says it is gone for good." 
     
      She thought for a moment. "So all there is to this ritual is 
      think of the problem until your reflection sees it, follow a 
      part of the feeling upstream to my earliest memory of it, 
      wait for my reflection to see it all the way through, step 
      into the ending, and live it backwards quickly? What kind of 
      magic is that?" 
     
      He thought for a minute, shrugged, and said "Effective? If 
      you wish, I will withdraw to the trees while you try it." 


           "What makes you think that I NEED it?" 
     
      "Because the images only come to those who do." His voice 
      faded to an embarrassed silence as he realized what he had 
      said. "I'll go now." 
     
      "Yes, do." She said absently, already thinking. Then: "But 
      not too far, in case I need you." She was remembering an 
      incident a few days back which had set off her special fear, 
      and just as the apprentice had described, her reflection in 
      the pool was watching a dim and watery scene of the memory. 
      Startled, she looked up again. Yes, she was in the clearing, 
      with the trees all around and the apprentice all but lost 
      among the closer ones. She could still feel a part of that 
      fear, so she kept that feeling while she looked back up 
      stream at all the images from the past that the feeling had 
      touched...until she found the earliest of them all. She 
      brought that memory back to the pool and released it as her 
      reflection started to watch it unfold in its dim and watery 
      way. Her reflection seemed to have a life of its own as it 
      watched the pale scene start before anything happened, run 
      through the bad parts, and then pause at a time when it was 
      all over. She watched her reflection shift as she prepared 
      for what she would do. Her reflection settled as it watched 
      the scene unfold again. The dim scene passed through the 
      beginning, through the bad time and on past again. When it 
      stopped, she jumped in to it. Suddenly, she was there again: 
      back where and when it had happened. Everything was moving 
      backwards, and in a flash she had lived backwards through it 
      and past the beginning. Shocked, she let the water carry her 
      down stream, forward through all the rest of her yesterdays 
      without the bad times for company. When she got to today, 
      she stood up. There she was...standing, dripping in a stream 
      in the clearing. She looked around for the apprentice, half 
      expecting him to be laughing at the soggy mess she must be. 
      He was there, by the trees...not laughing, just smiling in 
      an understanding way.  
     
      In the years that followed, they became friends. Although 
      they went their separate ways...he, as wizard to one of the 
      King's high lords and she as wife to a neighboring prince... 
      they valued that friendship to the end of their days. And 
      from that time on, neither was ever again troubled by their 
      great fears. 

Romance in the rain: Part 1

let me tell u a story.


Once there was a boy, and there was a girl.they met, hang out
fell in love, and got married. Now where's the fun in tat.
life's all about twists and turns.

here i put u a story about a young boy falling in love with a pretty girl.
it's a pretty big story. so put it in parts of senarios. with pretty twists
and turns.. hope u like it.

I like to mention a perticular incident tat took place, which shows
how dumb he was to girls..

it was raining tat day, like pretty much everyday in the season.
And this place is burning sun in the summer and raining wet all the
time in the rest of the year,it's....... the costal area...

by the way, he already made some friends in the summer, so it's the
winter or rainy season, where true romance get going.and to add more
taste to it, the costal area. the never ending sea, far far sand shore,
sun in the horrizons,it's the best getaway u could ever get.


By the way it's raining tat day.He's standing in the bus stop.
she's standing couple of feet next to him.she's wearing a beautiful
dress.Her hair was left lose till her sholder and she was wearing a
low heal slipper. Most boys look tat to..hahum...

she sees him and gives him a smile.

she had a cream white face and body.her eyes are like lill chillis,
with black grapes.her nose is small,but not as small as tat his fingers
could't hold to. she has a cute lips with lipstick on.

He gambling with his heart moves towards her and say,"Hello".

she wearing a watch in her left hand and bangles in right.she asks
him," Do u travel by the same bus everyday? where's u r house".
by the way it'a an orbious question, they were classmates ..

He quickly reply,"Alape, next stop of the chairman's house... where do
u live?".

she says,"padil".

She notices tat he wasn't having an umbrella in that rainy day.
she says" It's better to get the bus from jyothi,lets go there.
(Here jyothi is a next bus stop,gets it's name from the theater jyothi.)
Here i have an umbrella".she casually offered her umbrella and he casually
accepted.She started walking and he started walking behind her with her
umbrella.She was walking a step or two ahead of him,
the road was kind of messy from the rain so he struggled to keep up.

After they both reach the bus stop,he gave back her umbrella to her,
by then the rain was reduced to drissling.There she stood with her
umbrella, like an angle in the rain.

The next bus came. she entered the bus frm the women's frount entrence and he
took the back entrence.

He could see her frm the back.like the saying goes,"Anyone can catch your eye,
but it takes someone special to catch your heart".But he did't know thought.
Their stop came and she got down.Before he could get down making his way from
the bus in that crowd.she had already started walking on her way to the class.
And by then he noticed,dame she's a fast walker..

It felt like she was runnig away from him!!. Orbiously she entered the
class first,a few minutes before he did, and was talking to her friends when
he entered the class.Tierd from the long bus ride in the rain, he took no time
to notice her,he setteled down in his desk.It was still few minutes too early
for the teacher to come to class.

As he was resting in my bench. she looked at him, and came towards him. He had't noticed her till she says,"have u done the assignment?, can
i have u r book?". i without saying a word looked at her and
silently handed her his book. As she received his book, she stood in
frount of him turnig the pages.He quickly noticed that,he grabbes his
book from her hand, opened the assignment page of the assignment and
handed the book back to her.

As he grabbed the book, she gazed at him with a sweet kind of aura.
the kind of aura tat girls usually have when a sudden or amasing thing happen.
The aura prevailed till she moved back to her seat.

That's the time he truly looked at her like a women. She really looked
beautiful to his eyes. But my boy had ideals...   

Introduction on emotion reading(brief)

Since I'm still working on something,today I'll give a brief intro
into "my classification" on reading.

I hate it when ppl think tat, they know when i can be wrong.
that's why i always say, "just because you couldn't do it, it doesn't mean others can't do it".
it seems bit cold, but it's the perfect ego shatter er.

Ego is the one which makes ppl do thinks without thinking straight.

The basic principle of reading someone is by basic gesture and comparison,that's the method i follow, and it has worked for me. comparison is by main, putting yourself in others shoes and observing how they react in the same situation when you are given.
That's the basic gesture recognition.

But "face reading" is much more complex then just gesture recognition, the basic of facial recognition/reading, is to see how people react to words and spoken to them. Most of the recognizance is universal, but some vary with person to person.

You can see that, emotions change some basic pressure points. Not to go deep to this, one other way is by "reading eyes".

Unlike facial recognizance, reading eyes is not easy as it sounds.But once
mastered it can provide ways to compensate all of the disadvantage of facial reading. Eyes reading cannot be tampered like facial reading,tampering here by means, changing by practice. eyes reading easily gives out your emotions no matter how calm u look in u r face and voice. that's the specialty of reading eyes.

The method i often use is a mixture of gesture and reading eyes. I can do the
"facial reading" to a level, but i sorely concentrate on the eyes. Through i'm not
qualified or in the level of the deception expert, i'm what you may call, amateur-intermediate level trainee. I'm telling this, just so clarify of what to expect from me. most people can read faces up to some level, only that much that would help in their business or line of work. But me. I've made a habit out of it,
which means i'm in certain other level then your average business man...^_^

One of my earlier reading(just for introduction)- facial readings

By now i've read about 75%. if i complete my reading, u'll never be able to lie to me.
you might be wondering wat i ment by reading ..

i'm trying to find out wats wrong with u. u may ask,"wats wrong with me?"

but tat's wat i'm trying to find out. till now i have't been  able to find wats wrong with u.tats odd i usually find something wrong with every girl i see. the problem is there's no problem in u,tats disturbing for me....

It's like u r an ideal girl wat i've been looking for, u r chivalrous, u r single. tat won't go together. there't many girls who r chivalrous and single, u know. The last girl who was chivalrous i met, had a boyfriend.Most of the girls i met who i think was chivalrous has boyfriend. at first i taut u had a boyfriend too. when i found out tat u were single, how can tat be, it doesn't go together. Then i figured you'd have ideals. which i confirmed by the the way..

Then i noticed something,tat u were chivalrous to mask something in u r life, the pain,loneliness in u r life . Then wat could be in u r life which u r finding an emptiness to fill. Then i remembered about u r accident, u promised u r mother something right. frm tat moment u r mother expects u to keep u r promise right, tat makes u left out..

the reason i'm telling u all this is tat frm the day i talked to u for the first time, till now, i never met anybody who i can read this good. like u r an open book/a news paper for me, every time u come in frount of me, i can even see wat u r not telling, then wat u r telling out loud...

Whats wrong with u , u tell me yourself, wats wrong with u, so tat i stop figuring u out and try move on to find my dream girl.wat is tat in u tat i don't like. y don't u look flawed to my eyes.i can even find flaws even in supermodels, belive me.But u...

 i still remember the first time i talked to u. it was in the office, u were waiting outside of the princi's
office when i came to get admitted tat day and i asked u something..

the day when we were waiting in the park , when u took my phone and was checking my msg, i saw u r face. how u looked, when u saw the wallpaper in my phone and asked me who she was i read u r face. when u looked me in the eye tat day,i saw something tat day..

when u saw tat i had given my book to u r friend tat day, i read something tat day. U asked me to get it for u.
 i found jealousy in tat voice tat day.But i had to make sure tat u were different frm others and i'm not mistaken for u.then i realized....u were special.. And tat made me curious.

p.s:ambiguous comments r not allowed. u've to be clear.^_^

THE MUG STORY

it was my girlfriend's birth day and i haven't got a present, and I'm clueless about
what to give her. I asked a friend ,he probably being busy took out
some time for me, and we went on a rampage on the the stores but to no vain. Disappointed he went home suggesting stores near my home.
By now i had a general idea of a present, but still clueless of what to give. the next day ,on Saturday i went to a hallmark store and picked up a greeting card after through examination of almost all the cards in the rack and it's still not enough. Since i had some more money to spare, i thought of getting her something else, through some ceramic dolls got my attention, i was having second thoughts, since it was a collection, and i usually go for a single peice of rare item. Then i considered for the mugs with good quotes on it, and one perticular mug got my attention, and it's quotes was so formed so was in a barrier line between love and friendship,(Since i was not in commitment with her yet) and the pictures on it was good.
I was looking for a perfect birthday gift ,how could i settle for just a mug. so i
thought of keeping my options open as always and asked the shopkeeper whether the store was open on tomorrow, as tomorrow was Sunday, the shopkeeper clearly stated that the store will be closed all day since it is Sunday. I didn't have time to think since it was the closing time of the shop and the shopkeeper was packing up to leave. I quickly made a discussion to buy it thinking that I'll get something else in addition,i asked for a gift wrap of the mug and the store closed as soon as i left
I then went home and calculated my expenditure for the gift and the designated amount set aside for it. Which then i realized that i used up almost all of my money which i set aside for the gift, for the mug and greeting card and had none left.
That night i had little sleep thinking what she might say, when she sees the mug,
the taught of her expression itself made me regret my decision, i was so sad
that i even considered borrowing money from my friend to get another suitable gift.
well common what would u do to get that perfect gift for your perfect girl
to make her birthday perfect.well it's Just like they say, when u r in love everything
around u seems so imperfect.
That night went as, and the next day when i was filling names of the sender part
on the gift card and writing quotes on the greeting card, i realized something, which i had forgotten for a longtime that," It's not what you give,it's the taught which counts",
And if she understands that she with no doubt love it.

MY MEANING OF LOVE

As the saying goes,"Anyone can catch your eye, but it takes someone special to catch your heart".
It means, it's not how she looks like, it's how she makes you feel. when she walks, talks, laughs, her personality is in wat a person should fall in love with not her facial looks,or body
structure.
Those who goes for a facial looks,and body structure should go for a whore or a
prostitute not a lover.
love is also beauty. It is beautiful. Because, what makes someone beautiful is how they act and what they do. A person who loves, is beautiful.
A lover looks for a compatible heart, which makes him feel happy at the sight of her
presence,makes you feels how she does in her talk, makes her every move laughable like a child
and her presence near him comforts him like there is nothing worth living without his
counterpart, and makes every second wanting to last a lifetime.
As one of my friend says, Love is a mental illness, and he even justifies it by giving a definition of mental illness and telling tat love fits it!! this is wat the definition of love that he gives,
" n. Any of various conditions characterized by impairment of an individual’s normal cognitive, emotional, or behavioral functioning, and caused by social, psychological, biochemical, genetic, or other factors."
Well i agreed with him except for the genetic factor, then he asked whether i ever been to Alabama, and this is what he says, "In Alabama? You have to ask a guy, and he’ll ask his uncle-brother, or maybe his mother-sister. Between the three of them, they might tell you what they think". Well i never tried it till now, but the point is, Is love really a mental illness..??, Well this guy believed so. Lets say he's an atheist of Love.
Since i'm not one of those guys i describe my love as,
"she's the personification of beauty.
her expressions, conveys a sign of ladyness.
her beauty is just a outward picture of her sensuality.
the way she stands, the smile,her expression, all from heaven.
a perfect women, or is it an angel from heaven.!
her long hair, her cloths, just radiating white skin, is unlike
any women i've seen on earth. just looking at her perfect body gives me shivers,.
even the moon might get jealous, if she comes out on a moony day.."
Even as it may look like i'm describing the outer beauty, these words came from my heart, and should or will come to the heart of those who are in love.
Love is where you care about someone. You don’t hurt them, or you try your hardest not to. You try to be there for them when they need you. You want what’s best for them and feel happy for them when they do well. you want to make them feel good and you feel sad when they are sad, and when they feel bad, you feel bad for them too, and try to help. They keep you company when you need company. They put you first, above all other priorities. The person they love is top priority. even before themselves.
Like Enrique's Song in Insomniac, Communication is sometimes a key to Love, because without one talking and understanding the other and the other understanding them, there can be a barrier. But once that barrier is broken, people can begin to understand and trust each other and can bond. Also with communication, if there are problems that bother either person, the two can discuss the problems through talking, without fear of saying what they want to say. They don’t need to fear that their views will be put down, because they know that how they feel and what they believe will be respected and seen as important.
In any form of real love, the person knows that they can depend on the person and that they can trust them. They give nice compliments and make you feel special. They built your self esteem. Just like a friend.
There are also a few types of love. There is a type of love for friendship, family, aquaintences and sexual- which isn’t always associated with love. It alone can’t be a form of love, but only possibly a form of love if everything I’ve said above occurs. Otherwise it’s not real and is a selfish or blind kind. There is also the type of love you can feel for something which does not live, like objects. But I don’t think materialistic things are really too important. Perhaps it is a type of love, or only a like. think love is a need. In one form or another . It helps a person grow as a person.
And I’ve learnt these things from the people I’ve met or known. like parents, my girlfriend, my friends. even ex girlfriends, because they’ve taught me what love is not.
That my friend is a essence of a true love in a nutshell.