THE BEAUTY OF NORTH EAST INDIA.......
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
2:06 AM
Posted by
Mrslim
Place where we belongs..
Friday, April 16, 2010
5:59 AM
Posted by
Mrslim
We are known for our colourful wear and craftsmanship. The food we eat will never found in any part of the world. The laugh we share is worth millions of fantastic dreams. We were told by elders to give something to nature and nature will never kept you hungry. And we did and we were never hungry. We are told not to be selfish and always be helpful and kind to anyone and so are we. We are content with everything from food to cloths to houses. Everything is from the nature and will go to where it belongs.
I belongs from a mountains where white lily blooms and wild flowers covers the whole mountain. ..........I am Naga
Why are we in this world.....
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
6:45 AM
Posted by
Mrslim
Likewise there are many things happening around us and all that is related to us in our day to day living. The wind that blows from every direction, plan that always grows around you, an ugly crow that seat on dirty garbage....all of them relate to me and have a purpose of living in this world. They have a task to perform and after they did there share they will leave for a new one to come and take its place. This is life cycle. So, why are we here? According to Bible, we are here in order to take care of this world and other living and non living beings that are wondrously created by God hand. To glorified and appreciate each moment.
But not long from his creation of mankind and installing him to be curator of the vast land, water and air. Their mine got corrupted and started destroying the nature for there own good. The servant forgot there master face. God still remind us today that he owns this place and every part of this universe is created by him. But we are long gone from his world. We dont have time to listen. Listen ....
Its the time-unknown poet
Monday, August 31, 2009
2:01 AM
Posted by
Mrslim
Around the corner I have
a friend,
In this great city
that has no end,
Yet the days go by
and weeks rush on,
And before I know
it, a year is gone.
And I never see my
old friends face,
For life is a swift
and terrible race,
He knows I like him
just as well,
As in the days when
I rang his bell.
And he rang mine if,
we were younger then,
And now we are busy,
tired men.....
Tired of playing a
foolish game,
Tired of trying to
make a name.
"Tomorrow" I say! "I
will call on Jim"
"Just to show that
I'm thinking of him."
But tomorrow comes
and tomorrow goes,
And distance between
us grows and grows.
Around the corner!
yet miles away,
"Here's a telegram
sir" "Jim died today."
And that's what we
get and deserve in the
end.
Around the corner, a
vanished friend.
Remember to always say what you mean.
If you love or like
someone, tell them.
Don't be afraid to express yourself. Reach out and
tell someone what they mean to you. Because when
you decide that it
is the right time it might be too late.
Seize the day. Never have regrets. And most
importantly, stay
close to your friends and family, for they have
helped make you
the person that you are today.
a friend,
In this great city
that has no end,
Yet the days go by
and weeks rush on,
And before I know
it, a year is gone.
And I never see my
old friends face,
For life is a swift
and terrible race,
He knows I like him
just as well,
As in the days when
I rang his bell.
And he rang mine if,
we were younger then,
And now we are busy,
tired men.....
Tired of playing a
foolish game,
Tired of trying to
make a name.
"Tomorrow" I say! "I
will call on Jim"
"Just to show that
I'm thinking of him."
But tomorrow comes
and tomorrow goes,
And distance between
us grows and grows.
Around the corner!
yet miles away,
"Here's a telegram
sir" "Jim died today."
And that's what we
get and deserve in the
end.
Around the corner, a
vanished friend.
Remember to always say what you mean.
If you love or like
someone, tell them.
Don't be afraid to express yourself. Reach out and
tell someone what they mean to you. Because when
you decide that it
is the right time it might be too late.
Seize the day. Never have regrets. And most
importantly, stay
close to your friends and family, for they have
helped make you
the person that you are today.
EMILI
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
3:45 AM
Posted by
Mrslim
EMILI
This is a story about my friend, Emili. We grew up together in a small hilly town cover with white lilies and colourful fruits during the spring. She was naughty and mischief but there she my dearest friend. She got rich parents but were never happy. Her Mother passed away when she born and her father always blame her for that night she born. Her step Mom can never fill the place of her mother. But she more like her mother compassionate heart, patient though she have never seen her. When she sick and scare there no one to heard her cry. She spend many lonely years alone struggling to survive rejected and alone.
I remember she use to seat next to me when I was in kindergarten. We share our lunch under the big tree over the town hall. When she with me she more lifely singing along with the birds. She got lots of stories to tell me. The whole day she told me about her dreams, how she got punish for not doing homework, about what she want to be. She always ask me about her Mother and how she want to with her. And I always said that she might be happy wherever she is. But the day never last. As the dawn comes we took different way home.
After a while we have pass out from our high school. I went to Delhi University for my graduation. She left all alone again. Her father never took care of her. Never show her his affection. Every night she slept with tears in her eyes. Never felt warm during winter. And always cry out for her Mom. Sometime i send her books for her and chocolates. She always reply with thanks and wrote me everything she thinks and imagine and all little things to me. And she so happy to write to me.
But, it was from August she stop writing to me. Everyday in my hostel I waited for a postman to bring me her news. Its almost a month, and years without her news. But one day, a postman knocks on my door and he handed me a green envelop. Alas! Its from her.
When i go through it....it was the last letter I receive. That was the last words she wrote to me.
It was on that very September, the day she receive her results and she cant make it through. When she return home her father scolded and lock her in her room without food and water. And everyday she has been curse and slap for all the weakness and mistake she committed. It was in tolerable for her. She cry out for help but there no one. She was threw away from her family. Isolated and no one to care for. So on Christmas when everyone is celebrating with there family she was crying the whole night. Its seems like the joy of the birth of Christ does not mean anything to her. The wind were cold in her room and that very night something came in her mind. She went out and still her father sleeping pills and back to her room. And there she sat down and wrote this letter before she took the whole medicine. She ask me to forgive her for her act but how, she is gone. Leaving only the memories of her. It was too late to realize. What if she have taken Christ she should not have done it. What if we could have spend a little of out time she might have been smiling now.
There many friend like Emili, and how many of us are taking time to spend with them, listen and understand there feelings. What they one? How they feel? Or one day we will receive a same letter from them.
Dearst Emili, I am sorry. I heard the cry but I was not able to wipe your tears. I felt your pain but i was not able to comfort. I have the whole time with me but never find time for you. You are now resting eternally without feeling cold during winter and your tears are dried. Now you don’t felt pain and happy. You don’t have the memories we spend together. Its all gone when you close your eyes forever. Wait for me in other end. I will be coming soon.
This is a story about my friend, Emili. We grew up together in a small hilly town cover with white lilies and colourful fruits during the spring. She was naughty and mischief but there she my dearest friend. She got rich parents but were never happy. Her Mother passed away when she born and her father always blame her for that night she born. Her step Mom can never fill the place of her mother. But she more like her mother compassionate heart, patient though she have never seen her. When she sick and scare there no one to heard her cry. She spend many lonely years alone struggling to survive rejected and alone.
I remember she use to seat next to me when I was in kindergarten. We share our lunch under the big tree over the town hall. When she with me she more lifely singing along with the birds. She got lots of stories to tell me. The whole day she told me about her dreams, how she got punish for not doing homework, about what she want to be. She always ask me about her Mother and how she want to with her. And I always said that she might be happy wherever she is. But the day never last. As the dawn comes we took different way home.
After a while we have pass out from our high school. I went to Delhi University for my graduation. She left all alone again. Her father never took care of her. Never show her his affection. Every night she slept with tears in her eyes. Never felt warm during winter. And always cry out for her Mom. Sometime i send her books for her and chocolates. She always reply with thanks and wrote me everything she thinks and imagine and all little things to me. And she so happy to write to me.
But, it was from August she stop writing to me. Everyday in my hostel I waited for a postman to bring me her news. Its almost a month, and years without her news. But one day, a postman knocks on my door and he handed me a green envelop. Alas! Its from her.
When i go through it....it was the last letter I receive. That was the last words she wrote to me.
It was on that very September, the day she receive her results and she cant make it through. When she return home her father scolded and lock her in her room without food and water. And everyday she has been curse and slap for all the weakness and mistake she committed. It was in tolerable for her. She cry out for help but there no one. She was threw away from her family. Isolated and no one to care for. So on Christmas when everyone is celebrating with there family she was crying the whole night. Its seems like the joy of the birth of Christ does not mean anything to her. The wind were cold in her room and that very night something came in her mind. She went out and still her father sleeping pills and back to her room. And there she sat down and wrote this letter before she took the whole medicine. She ask me to forgive her for her act but how, she is gone. Leaving only the memories of her. It was too late to realize. What if she have taken Christ she should not have done it. What if we could have spend a little of out time she might have been smiling now.
There many friend like Emili, and how many of us are taking time to spend with them, listen and understand there feelings. What they one? How they feel? Or one day we will receive a same letter from them.
Dearst Emili, I am sorry. I heard the cry but I was not able to wipe your tears. I felt your pain but i was not able to comfort. I have the whole time with me but never find time for you. You are now resting eternally without feeling cold during winter and your tears are dried. Now you don’t felt pain and happy. You don’t have the memories we spend together. Its all gone when you close your eyes forever. Wait for me in other end. I will be coming soon.
Happiness
Thursday, July 2, 2009
6:05 AM
Posted by
Mrslim
If someone ask you to define Happiness? You would look back to your life and will try to find something nice and warm. Well every people in this world want to be happy. But the question is who are the happy person you? Me?
From the creation of the world, God created the good and the bad, sad and happy. If there is no evil in the world there will be no holy like wise if you don’t know how pain and sad feels you would probably not feel good and happiness. Its been created and is within you. Its all depend what we all choose.
There was a child whose parents sales peanut in the street. He cant afford to buy a new pair of shoes. He was punish and humiliated all the time for not wearing shoe in school. School was one of the worst place for him. Coz he need shoes. He dreams shoes and ..... one day there was a school debate competition and the first prize is a gold medal and the second a silver and third is a pair of shoes. He started practising day and night. And to a very great extend he is likely to win. So the day has arrived and all the kids gather and sooner the competition starts. Many people came and did there best so does he. All the judges were surprise to find that there students were brilliant. Soon the results follows, the first price...will sadely he cant make to the first but that now what he was dreaming. He want the third position. And soon the second....oh here a tie between one of his senior. And the judges left no option to choose the best among them. So they decide to pick a lucky one. So they write there name in a piece of paper and put it in one of the teacher hat and ask them to pick there name. And to the surprise the Boy pick the Third position. And a small drop of tears roll from his eyes. That was the happiest moment in his life. He felt that he wont be punish nor humiliated in his school anymore. That was the greatest feeling freed from the fare of going to school. Its worth more then gold or a silver or anything else.
So happiness happen to everyone in all different ways. But persuade for happiness not always leads us to a good things. Sometime it bad, sometime at the cost of someone happiness. The happiness that comes from the pure heart exceed everything. Like the baby felt warm in the arms of her mother. My father always told me the real happiness comes after you make other happy. Well that will be the best advice i ever heard from anyone. So what do you gain from here? You are happy and the other are happy too. That great. But do you think that you are happy when someone is hurt and in pain. The answer is NO. Be happy J always. Its for my fren Lilanne
From the creation of the world, God created the good and the bad, sad and happy. If there is no evil in the world there will be no holy like wise if you don’t know how pain and sad feels you would probably not feel good and happiness. Its been created and is within you. Its all depend what we all choose.
There was a child whose parents sales peanut in the street. He cant afford to buy a new pair of shoes. He was punish and humiliated all the time for not wearing shoe in school. School was one of the worst place for him. Coz he need shoes. He dreams shoes and ..... one day there was a school debate competition and the first prize is a gold medal and the second a silver and third is a pair of shoes. He started practising day and night. And to a very great extend he is likely to win. So the day has arrived and all the kids gather and sooner the competition starts. Many people came and did there best so does he. All the judges were surprise to find that there students were brilliant. Soon the results follows, the first price...will sadely he cant make to the first but that now what he was dreaming. He want the third position. And soon the second....oh here a tie between one of his senior. And the judges left no option to choose the best among them. So they decide to pick a lucky one. So they write there name in a piece of paper and put it in one of the teacher hat and ask them to pick there name. And to the surprise the Boy pick the Third position. And a small drop of tears roll from his eyes. That was the happiest moment in his life. He felt that he wont be punish nor humiliated in his school anymore. That was the greatest feeling freed from the fare of going to school. Its worth more then gold or a silver or anything else.
So happiness happen to everyone in all different ways. But persuade for happiness not always leads us to a good things. Sometime it bad, sometime at the cost of someone happiness. The happiness that comes from the pure heart exceed everything. Like the baby felt warm in the arms of her mother. My father always told me the real happiness comes after you make other happy. Well that will be the best advice i ever heard from anyone. So what do you gain from here? You are happy and the other are happy too. That great. But do you think that you are happy when someone is hurt and in pain. The answer is NO. Be happy J always. Its for my fren Lilanne
Forgiveness...
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
3:30 AM
Posted by
Mrslim
Why is it about forgiveness that its so hard. Even when we know that its the thing but most of the time we ignore it. It is impossible to forgive someone better die bitter in our heart. What make a man to say sorry so hard when its a five letter word. But forgiveness was never impossible. Its just take a little honest time from you. If people use this in time many wars would have been prevented, many broken heart should have been mended and many lost friends would have been found. I still wonder what did we gain from being so stubborn and self-righteous ? I am not sure what did we gain from being self centric.
In every great man life, they use only one mantray to be the most selfless and powerful. That is “Forgiveness“. Its not a big deal to forgive someone that you really hate or disgust. How long do we think that we will live in this world. Do we really want to hate your enemy till you die. Do you really expect that God ll except you with all the hatred that you carry inside. But he might because he forgive you first when you commit wrong against him.
Why should we forgive? Well different people might have different views. But we should not forget that everyone not perfect and everyone deserve second chance. It can be you ..me..or anybody.
I have a story of a family which was on fire all the time. Everytime my fren Marchang went home all his parents shouted him for being the blacksheep of the family. His parents force him always to complete his graduation and took up a job and support there family. But as Marchang always end up drunk with there frens. So one night he got a big fight with his father and he decided to leave the house never to come back again.
He left for Delhi a land of opportunity and he explore the world and many days later he realize that he got everything, money fame and power but he is missing something. He still carry all the hatred within his heart. His home is not far away but he canot forgive his parents for what they treat him. He felt suffocate with all the hate inside him still he felt good thinking that they will learn a lesson for all the trouble they gave.
One day, he was passing by there apartment and he notice lots of crowd gathering in there house. But he decided not to visit and he drove away. Later a day, a phone ring and when he picks up, there was a call from his family friend, Bill. “your Mom and Dad pass away in an car accident looking out for you”. A tears roll from his eyes and all the memories flash back in his eyes. He cried and scream but that was too late. He rust to his old home but the funeral was already over. Mr Bill hand out a letter to him and say “Your Mom dies waiting for believing that you will come”. When he open the paper there its written “all is forgiven”. Forgiveness its come free for everyone. Its kills all hatred and will change the view you use to see the world.
In every great man life, they use only one mantray to be the most selfless and powerful. That is “Forgiveness“. Its not a big deal to forgive someone that you really hate or disgust. How long do we think that we will live in this world. Do we really want to hate your enemy till you die. Do you really expect that God ll except you with all the hatred that you carry inside. But he might because he forgive you first when you commit wrong against him.
Why should we forgive? Well different people might have different views. But we should not forget that everyone not perfect and everyone deserve second chance. It can be you ..me..or anybody.
I have a story of a family which was on fire all the time. Everytime my fren Marchang went home all his parents shouted him for being the blacksheep of the family. His parents force him always to complete his graduation and took up a job and support there family. But as Marchang always end up drunk with there frens. So one night he got a big fight with his father and he decided to leave the house never to come back again.
He left for Delhi a land of opportunity and he explore the world and many days later he realize that he got everything, money fame and power but he is missing something. He still carry all the hatred within his heart. His home is not far away but he canot forgive his parents for what they treat him. He felt suffocate with all the hate inside him still he felt good thinking that they will learn a lesson for all the trouble they gave.
One day, he was passing by there apartment and he notice lots of crowd gathering in there house. But he decided not to visit and he drove away. Later a day, a phone ring and when he picks up, there was a call from his family friend, Bill. “your Mom and Dad pass away in an car accident looking out for you”. A tears roll from his eyes and all the memories flash back in his eyes. He cried and scream but that was too late. He rust to his old home but the funeral was already over. Mr Bill hand out a letter to him and say “Your Mom dies waiting for believing that you will come”. When he open the paper there its written “all is forgiven”. Forgiveness its come free for everyone. Its kills all hatred and will change the view you use to see the world.
Walk With Me
Thursday, October 2, 2008
6:04 PM
Posted by
Mrslim
As I came to this world bringing nothing but my sinful soul.
I don’t know Jesus until I was 6 and I accept him at 18.
Life was never been easy, there always been a conflict between wrong and right.
And most of the time wrong seems to be right and easy and
many times wrong overpower me but as a fighter I kept on fighting.
Everytime I fall and wounded he lifted me up.
When he is by my side I fear no more.
His word dwells in me and tells me to hold on to him.
He teach me that a little hope can even move a mountain.
He teach me that a pure in heart will inherit the heaven.
Many time I ran away from him but as a father he never forsake me.
He is there to forgive me million times I sin.
I remember how he die for me.
I remember that day he carry cross for me beaten and wounded and still he pray for me.
I remember how he lift me up from drowning many years ago and
I still remember the day in my college how he carry me out from the jaw of the death.
He don’t let me starve and cold during winters, and blessed me with a perfect family.
Though friends left me and people despise me he stays.
“My God what have I done that you love me so much....I am not even worth dirt on your feet.”
The world is full of sin and days I have to stay are unknown.
Stay with me, walk with me till the Heaven comes.
I don’t know Jesus until I was 6 and I accept him at 18.
Life was never been easy, there always been a conflict between wrong and right.
And most of the time wrong seems to be right and easy and
many times wrong overpower me but as a fighter I kept on fighting.
Everytime I fall and wounded he lifted me up.
When he is by my side I fear no more.
His word dwells in me and tells me to hold on to him.
He teach me that a little hope can even move a mountain.
He teach me that a pure in heart will inherit the heaven.
Many time I ran away from him but as a father he never forsake me.
He is there to forgive me million times I sin.
I remember how he die for me.
I remember that day he carry cross for me beaten and wounded and still he pray for me.
I remember how he lift me up from drowning many years ago and
I still remember the day in my college how he carry me out from the jaw of the death.
He don’t let me starve and cold during winters, and blessed me with a perfect family.
Though friends left me and people despise me he stays.
“My God what have I done that you love me so much....I am not even worth dirt on your feet.”
The world is full of sin and days I have to stay are unknown.
Stay with me, walk with me till the Heaven comes.
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