Eashwer Dass

Friendship begins in many ways, sometimes we look for it and there are times when we just bump into it. EDit

FAITH Is to weave the perfect fabric to suit your imagination and dress your intelligence in a suit, which is meticulously cut and sewn to size A suit, stitched together by a single tensile thread of philosophy A single thread that is entwined tightly by the resilient fibres of tolerance, peace, and love   Always remember to wear your religion well.  ED .

Settling of daylight, its last bits of rays sprinkled on the shores of Port Dickson. All boats anchored to the jetty sitting nice and pretty waiting for a new day when the sun rises again from the other end to sail out in the direction of where it last sunk. EDit.

Real Wealth The wealth of a person is usually measured by a price tag on the material and external features valued by society. The real unit of measure is to compare our lives with the people twho have lost everything through unfortunate circumstances and which accounts for a substantial portion of the world's population. The immeasurable bits and pieces that make life worth living are things like a burst of laughter at the dining table with the family over trivialities that were not even hilarious or having come out a terrible ordeal together unscathed, by the Lord’s grace. Now that’s the measure of real wealth. EDit . Who will cry for them? Its winter now in Greece and not everybody will be fortunate enough to enjoy the warmth and cheer of the Christmas season. This is especially true for the children of war who have fled from their burning homes in Syria and currently seeking temporary refuge in Greece.  Greece is host to 50,000 homeless Syrians, ...

Birthday Party Today, I attended the birthday party of Methu Shan, my four year old friend who celebrated his it at his Play School. It was a rich and rewarding experience to watch kids do their thing in a classroom, apart from their size they behave just like adults. My eyes became the lens of a camcorder recording every moment of the gracious celebration, which in my thoughts should be made mandatory by every Government in every country, for every kid to celebrate their birthdays at least up to a certain age. From my arrival to the premises till the end of the event, the camera was rolling, recording it to mind which translated the entire event as something more than just a birthday party. It was a simultaneous recall of my own life at that age in comparison to his, running on two separate screens, fortunately both were in colour even though the our age gapped  a good fifty years but colour was already in by then. My friend had a twinkle in his eyes...

HAIKU God’s most adored Flower Shred to a river of blood; Vegas drown in tears.

In between the morning before the QUIET And the night of the deafening sounds of DEATH The sweet happiness of A CONCERT remains in memory and BOOM!!! Songs they heard before their death will be remembered by you REMEMBER those who perished by listening to those happy songs Think of them, when you hear THOSE SONGS again Never forget the pain they felt until your breath leaves you NEVER FORGET THOSE SONGS they heard NEVER FORGET THE DAY THEY HURT MANCHESTER.

Mohamad Thaqif Amin Mohd Gaddafi Whispering, God asked him. Are you Thaqif ? The One  who is intelligent? The One who is proficient? The One who is Skilled? Thaqif : Yes my Lord, I am named so. God: Why have you come home so soon my son . Voice raised a little, God asked him. What did the other children know that you do not? And What did you do that the other children didn't? Thaqif : I made a few mistakes my Lord. I was naughty. God: Punished till limbs mutilated black, torn off and life snuffed out of your fragile body. What could you have done to earn such wrath my child? Did they not, your family, your teachers, your school, your fellow citizens protect you from this terrible, horrible and unmerciful act my child? Thaqif : For my little misdemeanors I broke canes, the canes broken on me has broken the heart of a nation and so I have taken a beating for every child who is left to the mercy of his caretaker. A caretaker who canno...

Child lock is a prayer to keep children protected from everything harmful, to be blessed with Prosperity, Health, a long life and bask in an Abundance of Happiness. Remember Always! In catastrophes the biggest losers are they who are reduced to a ‘lesser children’ when they ought not to be. They are made to suffer for the vicious games adults play and not even spared by God’s own devices. Pray that every child has a child lock. Begin with yours, NOW! EDit. APRIL 28, 2016

Once every year a certain day will appear on the calendar and will change your age forever. A one day pass is handed to you with an exciting beginning but like everything else, it also has an ending. A grim reminder that this day takes us a little further away from the day of our true beginnings and that is moving away towards an uncertain ending. On this day we find joy in letting people spoil us with presents, cakes, and other niceties. You will be the person of everybody’s attention. No matter how hard you try and prepare for your next birthday you can only do better if you realise that your birthday is not just one day on the calendar but instead it is the summary of the whole year celebrated on this special day. On this day we should reassess the past to see what we have done, then examine the present in what we are doing and look into the future to see how better we can do. So your birthday is that day to reflect your life exactly the one calendar...

African  This is a picture of an African man meditating in his humble dwelling, who allowed our photographer to shoot him but not before giving her something cool to drink and plenty to think. He portrays the mysticism of the black, brown and ebony children of Africa living in the 54 states that make her their home. With the sound of a DSLR, Canon’s triggering mechanism, as the background beat. I put this little rhyme together, calling it an African anthem of gratitude for a treat. Think of the shutter sound while reciting this praise. A mellowed look, he wore a forlorn face. On this hot day, I gladly gulped it down with not a drop to trace. This ole man offered me, what I thought was lemonade. He offered me another one with his shiny eyes like Jade. His eyes showed kindness, saying plenty about the African race. amesege’nallo, Zikomo Kwambiri, may-dah-say, i-ni-cheh, bah-si-...

Good reads are articles written, through a partnership of great people, memorable events, both good and bad, but most importantly, it is the work of great writers that inspire us to tell our stories after reading theirs’. Every article or story is, in essence, someone else‘s work with renewed enthusiasm. Without being any exception to this, my objectives are to write and exhibit the irony in the habits of man, which makes him peculiar and vulnerable when we compare all the different hats he wears.  E D.

I am like some, who is trying to crawl out of the dark into the light, but am caught in the transit of gray areas the longest, pondering whether to crawl back to where I came from or soldier on patiently.

Two African Women NOT TRUE This is an awesome portrait of two beautiful women on the cover page of an elite fashion magazine featuring the untapped beauty of the African continent and her people, both the women are highly acclaimed professional models, bathed in the finest branded perfume, masked in branded makeup, wearing a fine collection of branded non precious contemporary jewellery and cloaked in trendy summer wear.  TRUTH These two African women woke up this morning and promised that they would live life to its fullest as they do every day, as simply as they breathe the crisp Ethiopian air. BEAUTIFUL Dressed in their pleasant hand woven garb and donning local handcrafted  colourful  adornments wrapped around limbs and neck they set off to catch a bus into their local village town. EDit . Photo:  Shobha Gopinath

     Queen’s Crater, Mt.  TangkubanPerahu  Indonesia       Be still, O my Queen, be still, for your  breathtaking  beauty lies only when you remain in eternal tranquillity, only then can I feast on your magnificence thru the mouth of my hungry lenses.  Be still, O  my Queen,  please be still, for all the king’s men and horses  cannot put together what you destroy when you dance in  restlessn ess,  invoking brush-less strokes of artistry,  and  the fiery  spews   of molten rock being your palette of paint, using  Kawah Ratu as your easel,  you  transform disaster  into  a landscape of ravishing scenic beauty... Then, with my burning passion and desire, I will be back once again to zoom in on you.‘’ EDit. Photography :  ShobhaGopinath  ...

The rule of thumb for packing when going on a short trip is to take a 10 squeeze toothpaste tube instead of a family size one.

To become a little wiser you have to sometimes be a miser.

How did God look at things when he created us and everything we see around us?  The design of everything created is so perfect, is this a copy of his world or is this his world?

Lust to not let go of what you have found in living and your refusal to surrender to death when not really knowing that probably more awaits you in the place where you are going after death.

Little necessities of frustration  I have gone to become quieter now, I rest my vocals resting on my laurels, screaming at the top of my voice, in totally mute mode and scribe soundless screams into epitaphs of dead dreams, all in pursuit without any loss in fidelity and as what it exactly means. ED.