The World will never know my Beauty...

Sharbat Gula - Her face, her eyes and the thousand things they said became famous when it was featured on the June 1985 cover of National Geographic Magazine. Gula's picture was taken by National Geographic photographer, Steve McCurry. She was an Afghan Girl, orphaned during the Soviet Union's bombing of Afghanistan, and sent to the Nasir Bagh refugee camp, in Pakistan, in 1984.

The world will never know my beauty..,
It is far too ignorant and blind to understand...

Or even see something so exalted.

I’ll love whomever I please, and I have, and still do..

I’m broken but strong, knowing
I’ll never die by society’s hand - though
Its weight makes it harder to breathe...

So I walk on and I walk tall,
With every moment of pain displayed on my delicate skin..
A road map to what once was,
A place I never plan to venture.

I live for the moment alone,
Forget the future and the past,
They exist only in one’s mind.

I expect little but hope for the world,
Think small but dream big..

The world will never know my beauty,
For I could never be part of this world...

The Light within...

There isn't enough darkness in this world to blow away the light within me...

Night Owl

Have you ever found yourself gritting your teeth and swallowing back curses while talking to someone who describes himself as an "early riser"? These "morning people" can have such an air of smugness about them, it certainly rubs me up the wrong way.

It's just an assumed social fact that early risers are somehow superior beings to those of us who work to a different biological clock. It's known as the "Healthy, Wealthy, and Wise" myth. This of course ignores and contradicts the accepted fact that many, perhaps even most, of the creative and artistic people in history were/are "night owls." It's not that night owls are better, it's that there are simply MORE OF US.

I was reading a study by a chronobiologist (Dr.Richard Coleman) and he has calculated that 31% of people prefer a night owl retiring schedule as opposed to only 6.5% for the early bird retiring schedule. (Figures were about even in regard to rising schedules.)

Of course any amount of data and analysis can be disputed and even ignored by the Risers because they have language on their side: the damage is done by the pejorative terms Early and Late themselves.

If I get up at noon, that is called getting up "late". But what am I late for? I don't have to work until 7pm. But I am still "late" and that annoys me. If someone else were to get up at 6am, that's "early" - but their work might have started at 5am, yet they are still "early". Damned by the language itself.

College students are notorious for late nights and the inevitable late mornings. I regularly don't get to bed before three or four (and often five) in the morning. This means that when I meet a "Riser" at, say, noon the next day I may have had only six or seven hours sleep, less than the recommended eight. And yet I still hear the chuckled, but barbed, comments--"Only just up? It's well for some, ha ha." This is usually followed by a quick synopsis of their morning habits:"Yes, I'm up at 6:45am, have breakfast and a quick shower before driving an hour out to Ruby, so I probably get about four hours work done before you turn over in the 'scratcher,' ha ha."

I first encountered the phenomenon of the "scratcher" a couple of years back. No matter what the situation, if a Riser is asleep, then they are in what is known as a "bed". Then a magical transformation occurs at approximately 8:30am (I've thought about this quite a bit!), the piece of furniture once called a "bed" now becomes a "scratcher", with all the associated negative connotations. It is of no matter that you only got in to it at 5:30am the same morning.

My hope for people reading this article is this: if you are a night owl, realise that you are not a bad person, not a freak, and not alone. If you are an early riser, think about your attitudes before you express them. Are we really so much beneath you simply because we choose a different 8 hours to do our sleeping? Is conformity that important to you? Is the nurse who treats you in the emergency room at 4am some morning really an idle layabout, because at noon the next day she's asleep? In the "scratcher" perhaps? Get over yourself!

The Race of Life

Every morning in Africa, a gazelle wakes up. He has to be able to run faster than the fastest lion. If he cannot, then he will become food. Every morning in Africa, a lion awakens. He has to be able to run faster than the slowest gazelle. If he cannot, he will die of hunger. Regardless of whether you are a lion or a gazelle, with the rising of the sun, you must run. And you must run faster than you did yesterday or you will die. This is the race of life.

Are you having a BAD DAY ?

Well, then, consider this...

In a hospital's Intensive Care Unit, patients always died in the same bed, on Sunday morning, at about 11:00 a.m., regardless of their medical condition. This puzzled the doctors and some even thought it had something to do with the supernatural. No one could solve the mystery as to why the deaths occurred around 11:00 a.m. on Sunday, so a worldwide team of experts was assembled to investigate the cause of the incidents. The next Sunday morning, a few minutes before 11:00 a.m., all of the doctors and nurses nervously waited outside the ward to see for themselves what the terrible phenomenon was all about. Some were holding wooden crosses, prayer books, and other holy objects to ward off the evil spirits.

Just when the clock struck 11:00, Pookie Johnson, the part-time Sunday sweeper, entered the ward and unplugged the life support system so that he could use the vacuum cleaner.

Having a Bad Day?

The average cost of rehabilitating a seal after the Exxon Valdez Oil spill in Alaska was $ 80,000.00. At a special ceremony, two of the most expensively saved animals were being released back into the wild amid cheers and applause from onlookers. A minute later, in full view, a killer whale ate them both.

Still think you are having a Bad Day?

A woman came home to find her husband in the kitchen shaking frantically, almost in a dancing frenzy, with some kind of wire running from his waist towards the electric kettle. Intending to jolt him away from the deadly current, she whacked him with a handy plank of wood, breaking his arm in two places. Up to that moment, he had been happily listening to his Walkman.

STILL think you're having a Bad Day?

Two animal rights defenders were protesting the cruelty of sending pigs to a slaughterhouse in Bonn, Germany. Suddenly, all two thousand pigs broke loose and escaped through a broken fence, stampeding madly. The two helpless protesters were trampled to death.

What?? STILL having a Bad Day?

Iraqi terrorist Khay Rahnajet didn't pay enough postage on a letter bomb. It came back with "Return to Sender" stamped on it. Forgetting it was the bomb, he opened it and was blown to bits.

There now, feeling better?

The Paradox of Our Time in History

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees, but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more expert, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbour.

We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things. We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not out prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to hold more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, over weight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom; A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete.

Remember, spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever. Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side. Remember, to give a warm hug to one next to you, because that is one treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent. Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you. Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again. Give time to love, give time to speak, and give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.

Here I am...

This blog thing interested me for long. I always thought of starting my own. Infact, I did create a blog, a couple of years back but never managed to use it.. lethargy always got the better of me. Tonight, while surfing the internet and lost in nothingness, I thought.. LET'S GO!!! And Ho! Here I am... with a blog of my own. Let's see where this thing goes.. Since I consider myself a novice in this blogging business, I'll try some more brain raking for my next one.