Mahakavi

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Mahakavi

The story of BEE

Once a Bird asked a Bee: After constant hard-work, you prepare honey. But a man comes & steals it. Do you not feel sad ?

Wonderful reply by Bee: Never… Because only thing man can do is to steal ‘my honey’… not the ‘art of making honey’…!

In this world, anyone can copy your CREATIONS but no one can copy your TALENT..!

The story of BEE

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The past three days that guy is in my body, was struggling a lot with that idiot. He is more than an idiot when compared with me. I couldn’t observe the greenery of those bushes, orangey of the sun, those singing quills near our home, nothing was observed due to that guy who is burning my eyes little. The whole body has little pain as that idiot walks all over inside me. One of my nostrils is blocked due to the solids in my nose! O no, it is called as phlegm as told by the one! Initially he started to make me tried for all the small things where my whole body felt weak a bit. Later he ruined my social and personal life completely for the past days. I couldn’t observe, analyse or act in any situation.

That idiot was named as “flu” who sits as a neighbor in this climatic situation in his own tent. Now it’s his turn to get inside me and do his duty. But I am weirder than him. I started admiring him a lot these days. I should thank him a lot for `visiting me, because he gave me an opportunity to look unto me or take care of my physical and mental health.

It is said that he visits often to cleanse the body. But what  we do is to take him away or to suppress him certain round shaped or oval shaped white colored sugar flavored (as they say) the most sour thing we swallow it directly which acts as a so called fighting agent to conquer this idiot. But even that thing is struggling for the past three days to take that idiot away. That idiot is so smart; he loves me more than the white swallowing agent. He is there in me still. Head rotates often I mean the giddy feel, ruined my tongue where I couldn’t even enjoy the freshly brewed coffee in the morning. But I guess this is due to this white swallowing agent. This idiot is too good who told me to take rest or sleep and dream well. Only that he needs nothing else. I should thank him a lot.

Love you idiotic flu..!!!

Especially the most admirable part is about the liquids and solids in the nose. That makes me to talk in a very different voice. Awesome feel that is. The voice comes with a warm breeze from the nose. When my head lie itself on the softened (so called) pillow and close my eyes, wow that makes me to feel good. It is the most inner peace. It’s a Zen like feel.

I allow you to stay in my home for a week. Not an issue at all. But please remember that I need to enjoy my 

freshly brewed coffee soon. So please consider my point my dear!!! 

Losing

Losing

Sometimes "losing" can be referred to an art..! Then we can say "art of losing", people has to go to the classes and learn more about the concept behind losing. I was amazed often about this concept of "losing". Since many people says that one should learn from the failures and some of the big people around the world says that lets talk about the man who failed. Like this many wonders about failing occurs around the world. You may wonder how and why i am going to write an article about "losing". I think i am the right person to talk more losing. You know why? Here i am reminded about a story that happened some centuries ago.....!

In this story, the main character is a person who had lost everything in his life. One day this loser was depressed and went to a forest area alone. He felt too lonely in the planet. Loneliness was killing him to the core. To overcome this loneliness, he went to forest that is more green. While seeing those grasses, he realized that the green grasses grow by itself only, do they fail? if yes, how? he couldn't find any answer. He walked deeply, he reached in a mountain range that had a big falls rolling from the top.. he heard an enormous noise out there of water falling. He felt as if the same happening inside him. His eyes was out of tear suddenly after this feeling. Even though he admired the whole beauty of the nature. He was not able to grab the core beauty behind. His eyes still broke out more tears, he couldn't control. The sun did his duty and the moon was seen, still the eyes was reddish enough and the heart felt a 1000 ton of weight.

It was midnight when the foxes and other animal sound haunted inside the brain and tortured him a lot. He was not aware what to do. Finally he decided that he will die soon in the same forest. At that time, he felt a hand that touched his shoulders, that touch was so fresh and new like the flower blossoming or the small squirrel learns to run around for nuts, it was as if a new beginning  a new baby from the womb. He turned around and saw a light that was more brighter than the anything.His face was filled with light, he felt only the hands alone. He couldn't get the face. But he could hear the voice, the voice was never heard before for many centuries and will never be heard too in the future. As soon as the voice was heard the 1000 ton weight in the heart was lightened. The light asked him "Why are you weeping, that too in this beautiful nature". He revealed the mystery of his life. The light laughed and said, "do u know the creator? the alpha and the omega? heard about that? You people had given a concept "GOD". remember? Yes he replied."I am the one" the light said. He was amazed after hearing that. He asked, i really died from that idiotic artificial world? didn't i? The light laughed and asked him to listen carefully.

I will ask you something "they say that i have created the whole", but do you all ever know how many times i have lost in the process of creation?"