She💝

She is delicate like a flower and at the same time she is strong and resilient like a tree. There is certain balance that only a woman like her can manage. No matter what happens, you can never pull her roots.

_ Jahnavi Chowdary…

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Change❤

I never expect you to stay the same forever.I want to grow with you. I want to fall in love again and again with all the new you.

THE BUTTERFLY

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Here comes my 1st favourite story…….

A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared. He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole until it suddenly stopped making any progress and looked like it was stuck.

So the man decided to help the butterfly. He took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged easily, although it had a swollen body and small, shrivelled wings.

The man didn’t think anything of it and sat there waiting for the wings to enlarge to support the butterfly. But that didn’t happen. The butterfly spent the rest of it’s life unable to fly, crawling around with tiny wings and a swollen body.

Despite the kind heart of the man, he didn’t understand that the restricting cocoon and the struggle needed by the butterfly to get itself though the small opening; were god’s way of forcing fluid from the body of butterfly to it’s wings. To prepare itself for flying once it was out of the cocoon.

Moral of the story: Our struggles in our life develop our strengths. Without our struggle we never grow and we never get stronger, so it’s important for us to tackle challenges on our own, and not by relying on help from others.

THE GROUP OF FROGS

On first note, I’m really sorry for taking such a long break. I seriously hope this is gonna be my last lengthy break… will share my thoughts with you people as frequently as possible.

I promised to share my 3 favourite short stories with you people and I already shared my 3rd favourite one.

Here is my 2nd favourite story……

As a group of frogs was travelling through the woods, two of them fell into a deep pit. When the other frogs crowded around the pit and saw how deep it was, they told the two frogs that there was no hope left for them.

However, the two frogs decided to ignore what the others were saying and they proceeded to try and jump out of the pit. Despite their efforts, the group of of frogs at the top of the pit were still saying that they should just give up. That they would never make it out.

Eventually, one of the frogs took heed to what the others were saying and he gave up, falling down to his death. The other frog continued to jump as hard as he could. Again, the crowd of frogs yelled at him to stop the pain and just die.

He jumped even harder and finally made it out. When he got out, the other frogs said, “DID YOU NOT HEAR US?”

The frog explained to them that he was deaf. He thought they were encouraging him, the entire time.

Moral of the story: People’s words can have a big effect on other’s lives. Think about what you say before it comes out of your mouth. It might just be the difference between life and death. 

Thinking Out of Box…

I have been reading plenty of short stories from last few days for some unknown reason and found the moral of some of those stories truly inspirational. So I have decided to share the best 3 stories I’ve read….

THINKING OUT OF BOX…..

In a small Italian town, hundreds of years ago, a small business owner owed a large sum of money to a loan-shark. The loan- shark was a very old, unattractive guy that just so happened to fancy the business owner’s daughter.

He decided to offer the businessman a deal that would completely wipe out the debt he owed him. However, the catch was that he would only wipe out the debt if he could marry the businessman’s daughter. Needless to say, this proposal was met with a look of disgust.

The loan-shark said that he would place two pebbles into a bag, one white and one black. The daughter would then have to reach into the bag and pick out a pebble. If it was black, the debt would be wiped, but the loan-shark would then marry her. If it was white, the debt would also be wiped, but the daughter wouldn’t have to marry loan-shark.

Standing on a pebble-strewn path in the businessman’s garden, the loan- shark bent over and picked up two pebbles. Whilst he was picking them up, the daughter noticed that he’d picked up two black pebbles and placed them both into the bag.

He then asked the daughter to reach into the bag and pick one.

The daughter naturally had three choices as to what she could have done;

  1. Refuse to pick a pebble from the bag.
  2. Take both pebbles out of the bag and expose the loan-shark for cheating.
  3. Pick a pebble from the bag fully well knowing it was black and sacrifice herself for her father’s freedom.

She drew out a pebble from the bag, and before looking at it ‘accidentally’ dropped it into the midst of the other pebbles. She said to the loan-shark;

” Oh, how clumsy of me. Never mind, if you look into the bag for the one that is left, you will be able to tell which pebble I picked.”

The pebble left in the bag is obviously black, and seeing as the loan- shark didn’t want to be exposed, he had to play along as if the pebble the daughter dropped was white and clear her father’s debt.

It’s always possible to overcome a tough situation through out of the box thinking and not give into the only options you have to pick from.

Well, this is my 3 rd favourite one and  I will share my 1 st and 2nd favourites in my next posts.

 

 

 

 

Why Draupadi is my favourite from Mahabharata?

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Draupadi is one of my all time favourite mythological character. She is one of those characters in Indian mythology who doesn’t need any introduction. Today I read this book Draupadi by Dr. Yarlagadda Lakshmi Prasad.

To say that this novel is modern, there are many reasons. The author has applied the theories of off-beat feminism to the character of Draupadi. It shows you that Draupadi is not only a distressed woman but also the heroine of the whole story with firm determination.draupadi 5

Why is she my favourite?

Draupadi was a female much ahead of her times. In a time, when females were more show of a power and a means to carry on the lineage,Draupadi was a woman of steel. Learned, knowledgeable, highly beautiful still grounded, strong headed and never compromising on her values and morals.

Draupadi is sometimes criticized for being too self-centered in terms of her desire for revenge. However a closer look at her actions show that she encouraged the war because she knew that the kauravas would be defeated and Dharma would be restored. Her intention was not personal vendetta against the Kauravas.

After the war, when Ashwatthama sneaked in and killed 5 sons of Draupadhi in their sleep, she did not allow the Pandavas to kill Ashwattama. Though she reacted with impulsive anger, she soon had her self-control and argued that killing Ashwatthama wouldn’t serve any greater purpose but it will just remain a personal revenge.Draupadi_humiliated_RRV

Draupadi also demonstrated her selflessness after the dice game. Ready to curse all who silently watched her humiliation in court, Draupadi exercised self-control at the behest of Queen Gandhari. At this point, the king Dhritirashtra, fearful of Draupadi’s power to curse him, offered her as many wishes as she wanted. Draupadi asked only for her husband’s freedom and their weapons!

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Draupadi’s determination, fearlessness, and strength of character, makes her a natural ideal for youth. Her tenacious fight for Dharma did not diminish even after many years of suffering in exile. She went through inumerable hardships and unimaginable sufferings, but her inner strength, unshakeable faith in God, and resolute character gave her the power to overcome them. Draupadi’s spirit and virtuous nature will always be a source of inspiration to all.

– Jahnavi Chowdary

Who is your favourite mythological character? Why?

LOVE…..?

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Some words pass through us quickly and vanish into the air; some words go deep into our flesh and change the way we think, speak and feel. KAHLIL GIBRAN’s words definitely fall into second category. He is one of my all-time favourite poets….

I have no words to express the profound impact of his poetry on me. I want to share his words on ‘Love’ with you people.

So much of meaning in life comes from the willingness to accept and lean onto the things which make us vulnerable.

“When love beckons to you, follow him,

Though his ways are hard and steep.

And when his wings enfold you yield to him,

Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.

And when he speaks to you believe in him,

Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.”

And here he tells us what love does to the people;

“For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you.

Even as he is for your growth so he is for your pruning.

Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tender branches that quiver in the sun,

So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth”

After few lines, he explains the need for vulnerability in our lives. If you fear for your vulnerability and seek only happiness in life then u cannot laugh all your laughter and you can not weep all your tears. To know the value of them, you must experience being vulnerable.

“But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure,

Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor,

Into the season less world where you shall laugh, but not all your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.”

And he says that we cannot direct the course of love and I absolutely agree with that…..

“And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.”

And as his lines on love shows us…..love is a process, not an outcome. If you love, let these be your desires:

“To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.

To know the pain of too much tenderness.

To be wounded by your own understanding of love,

And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of living;

To rest at noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;

To return home at eventide with gratitude;

And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.”

Hope you people love this poem too…..

_ Jahnavi Chowdary