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AISHA : Can I fly Over The Rainbow Like The Bluebirds?
10:15 PM
Monday, February 25, 2008
A happy life is the outcome of the good deeds of a man. It cannot be bought nor can it be sought and it is as simple as "Always be cheerful and your life will be a happy one." A happy life has to be earned . If one were to base one's dreams of a happy life on virtual principles and act like wise, such a life could easily be bestowed upon one.
Ever since the creation of man, shelter was found to be in-valuable. A man without a home, therefore may find life bitter. Thus a good home is one of the factors that constitutes a happy life. A man should have a good occupation to enjoy life. Education is another contributary factor in the field of a happy life, as it enables a man to distinguish right from wrong and to have a better understanding between him and his fellow men.
Contentment too, plays an important part in the life of a man. A man should be contented with what he has , for if he dreams of something higher instead of being content with his present position, he may be disappointed by it. Contented men often find life happy in spite of all short comings.
Health is equally important to a happy life. As Bernard Shaw has pointed out; it is not the possession of a man, may be money or jewels, that makes his life happy. Without good health life is not worth living. A healthy man, though there are some exceptions, is the man who finds life most happy.
Religion is also a basic factor that helps to create a happy life. It tells him which path to take and which to avoid, it guides him towards a virtuous and a happy life.
Freedom from bondage decides the true taste of life. All beings men and animals, birds and reptiles, do love freedom. Without freedom life is void. A caged bird would whistle melodiously when it is released from bondage, thus expressing its happiness on being free .
A happy life is essential to every human being. Without it a man feels extremely miserable ; his actions trouble him and his thoughts mislead him . He finds that every door is closed to him and eventually welcomes an end to his life as a solution.
AISHA : Can I fly Over The Rainbow Like The Bluebirds?
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Thursday, February 21, 2008
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AISHA : Can I fly Over The Rainbow Like The Bluebirds?
4:25 PM
A love for the supernaturals is a deep seated human instinct. How often has the child in us craved for "A tale, a tale."
As infants, we sat upon our mothers' laps, spell bound, with our hands clasped,our faces radiant and beautiful in the highest realm of happiness, as our mothers quietly began "once upon a time ....." When our mothers ended with "..... and they lived happily ever after," we were already snoring happily. As a child, our tastes for stories changed to ghost stories. No longer do stories with happy endings satisfy our yearning for the supernatural elements. We then preferred our uncle to our parents because the former could tell us about the mysterious beings and spirits that flit about in the night.All other voices ceased as the story tellers' voice droned on. Every eye fixed itself up him. With parted lips and bated breath we hung upon his every word , taking supernatural strength with time. As we grew older , we turned to books like "Darcula." These stories fascinated as well as haunt us. If we were terrified by merely listening, you could well imagine my terror when I was the heroine or rather the coward of one of these stories. I fled from the climax of the story to ignominious disgrace. I am still uncertain whether what I have to relate below is an actual experience or a mere tale. You be the judge .
Three years ago, I stayed with my uncle during the holidays . His house is situated in the outlying district of Kedah , and is surrounded by trees which grow wild. The place was desolated and it is therefore not surprising that, on night, our conversation turned to ghost stories. My cousin, a few years my junior, told me that about a quarter of a mile away , there was a haunted house. A tragic tale is attached to this house. It is said that twenty years ago a young couple moved into that new house. They were happily married and life in front of them was bright and rosy . But then, that very night tragedy struck and the couple failed to survive the deadly blow. The ominous silence and weird atmosphere of the night had strung the nerves of the young woman to a high pitch of tension. That night , a quarrel broke out owing to disagreement in the arrangement of a table. Hot bitter words were exchanged and the young woman cried and left. The husband in anger took his own life by means of a rope. Thus ended the unhappy story. My uncle said that the woman might still be alive, but a happy family was shattered anyway.
My curiosity was aroused. Being a braggart, I naughtily declared my intention to pay this place a visit at midnight. My uncle only laughed at my "childish ideas" and this provoked a greater determination in me to prove him wrong . That night I woke up a little before midnight. Everything was dismally still. By and by, out of the stillness , little scarcely perceptible noises began to emphasize themselves. The ticking of the clock began to bring itself to notice. I roused my cousin from her dreams and asked her to bring me to that place. My cousin agreed and armed with a torch we set off through the jungles, and came upon the "haunted house". We pushed the door open and climbed the stairs, and reached a small room . To our astonishment it was perfectly clean. It was as if the room was bing used. I had another shock. A light was flashing from across the room and as we moved nearer, it seemed to approach us. Two pairs of what seemed to be eyes glared at us from behind the light. In my fright I dropped the torch, plunging the room into darkness. I heard a piercing shriek and this was answered throughout the house by blood-curdling shrieks, which crescendoed until it seemed that the house was filled with ghosts , unleasing their fury on us. Suddenly a deafening crash broke the silence of the house. I picked up the torch and pulled my cousin and sped downstairs. As I reached the ground, my torch showed something menacing, appearing to come towards my face. My heart missed a beat - may be two. I focussed my torch at the "something." There , in a shaft of light from my torch was a loop of rope , swaying gently in the still air.
I had had enough. Without a backward glance , I pulled my cousin and together we took to our heels . We sped on and on towards home, speechless with horror. We could hear the foot steps of the pursuing ghost as it steadily gained on us. When we glanced apprehensively over our shoulder no one could be seen. The last thing I remembered was when I saw the house. Then I must have got into the house and sailed into slumberland.
AISHA : Can I fly Over The Rainbow Like The Bluebirds?
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