Now That I’m Super Sweet!

The crow is no longer cawing and nothing disturbs me of the calmness I’m feeling now.  A flock of sparrows have gracefully taken over the place of the crows and are comfortably perched high in the trees, and some have made themselves at ease on the rope that is tied from one pole to the other of my balcony where I dry my wet cloths. Even the mynas are getting closer to me.

How different are the sparrows from the crows! The chirping of the sparrows are sweeter than any human voice, and though these mynas have not learnt to imitate human voice, though have not been taught to do so, but their wild utterance is just music to my ears. Even though I don’t understand the bird’s language, and I can’t exactly tell what they mean, but their agile movement and their proximity to me means something special to me and I feel good about it, I can deduce they are happy and I see no reason to be sad.

Now, my dog comes to me waving his tail to indicate his happiness, and he licks my toe showing love and I caress his fluffy-haired body. I say Jump and he jumps without a question, how loyal!

The breezy air brings some beautiful thought to my mind, and I can only say that this is a beautiful world surrounded by sweet people. I believe, I’m also a sweet person – wait a moment, it’s not just sweet; I’m super sweet – among all the other super-duper sweet people.

Thank you, ‘Raven’s Witch’ for nominating me for the Super Sweet Blogging Award. You are marvelous! and so is your blog. All my dear fellow blogger, please, do stop by her blog, she is a beautiful woman, her brown beautiful eyes have that absorbed look of rapt delight, and her shiny golden hair is a bonus to her beauty. She writes some really interesting stuff.

Now, some rules that you have to follow in case you get nominated for this award and are mentioned below:

  1. Thank the blogger who nominated you for the award
  2. Nominate other bloggers who you think deserves the award
  3. Answer five simple but super sweet questions

So, now, lemme answer the five super sweet questions:

  •          Cookies or Cake?

Cake, of course!

  •          Chocolate or Vanilla?

Do I really need to choose one? Haha! I mean, I like both. Anyway, I’ll give more preference to chocolate over vanilla as for now

  • What is your favorite sweet treat?

I accept anything sweet that comes to me for free 😀

  •        When do you crave sweet things the most?

Morning, noon, evening, and night. Sorry, couldn’t find a better answer.

  • If you had a sweet nickname, what would it be?

Ah-well-uh-I-think-ah…. It would be Rambo 😛

Alright, my nominees for the super sweet blogging award are:

  1. http://personalconcerns.wordpress.com/
  2. http://rosedeny.wordpress.com/
  3. http://justbeingthoughtful.wordpress.com/
  4. http://tebogondlovu.wordpress.com/
  5. http://snatsleepwalkers.wordpress.com/
  6. http://ladybluerose.wordpress.com/
  7. http://boomiebol.wordpress.com/
  8. http://nonoymanga.wordpress.com/
  9. http://somkritya.wordpress.com/
  10. http://legionwriter.wordpress.com/
  11. http://chestermaynes.wordpress.com/
  12. http://thebatamonblog.wordpress.com

Those who have not been nominated will be nominated the next time for sure. Till then, everybody, take good care of your body 😀

Copyright © 2012 RAMU DAS 

She Comes Back To Me Again

Here Comes the Pain (song)
Here Comes the Pain (song) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A valueless man I’m, and pity it is that often my ways I cannot mend
But, singing and running, to embrace me in her arms, here she comes back to me again
Never a man of character was I to her, and found no place in her list of a loving friend
Perhaps she has known that I’m used to swallowing my own sorrow and pain

Happy, I’m. Boy oh boy!
But, doesn’t to her, my attitude any longer annoy?

Oh, she holds me closer and kisses my lips, cheeks, and ears!
What has she seen in me all of a sudden?
Mumbles words akin to sweet music; hope this time around she doesn’t bring me tears.
Oh, Surprise me her gesture! What intention hidden?

Copyright © 2012 RAMU DAS 

How do you waste your time?

Do you waste time?
Well, I’m not sure if you do or not, but I do. I really do. And how do I do it? Here is how:

I stretch out my hands and try to grab a book from my bookcase, but I keep pondering over which book should I pick: should it be a novel or any other book that I can read for pleasure, entertainment, and fun and so on? Or Should it be a book related to my curriculum that would help me during the exams?

Books
Books (Photo credit: henry…)

When I finally decide to choose the best option, once again I get baffled with the different genres and the wide range of authors and their works available, they all seem worth reading (or is it tempting the better word?) and I keep changing hands with books this way. And, thinking this, I spend more time then I would have spent otherwise, and to be very honest, I end up reading nothing at all; eventually I blame myself for wasting my time doing nothing worthwhile. So, here I think the vast option is the main culprit that leads me to procrastinate.

When I start my computer and sit in front of it, I keep on shuffling files from one folder to the other. I try to read some Portable Document Format (PDF) files which I have downloaded (a lot of it) absolutely free of cost from the internet. Well, I’m not a very rich guy nor are my parents, that I can buy all the books I want to read, therefore, the free books from the internet serves a really good purpose for me, moreover, one can get access to those books which are no longer available in print or which has been banned considering it to be blasphemous or for any other reason, take the example of satanic verses, just type ‘satanic verses pdf’ on Google or any other search engine you prefer, and depending upon the speed of your internet it gets downloaded (in case you wish to download it). This is not something new; I know most people are already aware about it.

Portable Document Format
Portable Document Format (Photo credit: Garry Ing)

Now, this is not something bad that I do, but when I overdo it (as I do, most often) it becomes worse. I unnecessarily arrange the files according to the authors and genres on a daily basis. This is where the problem lies. I don’t really read anything for more than half-an-hour for my mind wishes to be somewhere else, and one more time, instead of doing something productive, I spend more time on Facebook, Google plus, checking e-mails, and so on and so forth. The time spent on such activities equals the time I spend while I sleep.

I keep moving from one end of my room to the other, absolutely unnecessarily. Not exactly knowing what I intend to do as If I allow deep thoughts to make room in my head. And, indeed, for a moment or two, some really enlightening thoughts come to my mind, but, alas, they vanish as soon as I grab a pen in my hand and try to put the thoughts on paper.
All right that’s about it, I can go on writing more about my weakness, however I don’t seem to remember more as of now, but, I’m really trying to be productive and trying to dedicate my time to something that really matters to me, more importantly because I came across a poem while teaching my neighbor’s kid who is in the fifth standard. The poem is really motivational as well as apt to my situation (I guess). It is called ‘One Thing at a time’ written by M.A. Stodart:

Work while you work,
Play while you play;
To be useful and happy,
That is the way

All that you do,
Do with your might;
Things done by halves
Are never done right

One thing at a time,
And that do well,
Is a very good rule,
As many can tell

Moments should never
Be trifled away;
So work while you work,
And play while you play.

Copyright © 2012 RAMU DAS 

An Uncomplaining Complain

They say they’ll standby me until the moment they die
Fool I am and a confused person overall
When I rise they come as close as they can, but abandon me when they see me fall
Ah! How they change just at the blink of an eye.

How do I not hate the thoughts that in me spread?
Crafty they are, but I must not blame a soul, for I’m gullible
I admit, the fault is mine and I’m weak in the head
Friends no more be you to me, with anger it may turn flammable

Cunning you may you live long
Smoke can never burn as we all know as we all say
I fear not the smoke that never burns, but I fear the flame that may
Foolish I am and mayn’t stay strong.

 Copyright © 2012 RAMU DAS