Making Music With What Remains.

The Israeli violinist Yitzhak Perlman contracted polio at the age of 4. Ever since, he has had to wear metal braces on his legs and walk with crutches, yet he became one of the great virtuoso of our time. On one occasion, the story is told, he came out onto the stage at a concert to play a violin concerto. Laying down his crutches, he placed the violin under his chin and began tuning the instrument when, with an audible crack, one of the strings broke. The audience were expecting him to send for another string, but instead he signalled the conductor to begin, and he proceeded to play the concerto entirely on three strings. At the end of the performance the audience gave him a standing ovation and called on him to speak. What he said, so the story goes, was this: “Our task is to make music with what remains.” That was a comment on more than a broken violin string. It was a comment on his paralysis and on all that is broken in life.


Happiness, these lives seem to say, is not the absence of suffering but the ability to take its fractured discords and turn them into music that rescues from the darkest regions of the soul a haunting yet humanizing beauty.

BeSt Of TiMeS

The end of Summer is near. Im watching Nacho Libre . Sad, but maybe interesting. This movie only makes me laugh because of the funny accents. Why would you care? I'm not sure. Isn't that what most blogs are these days? Random ramblings about the going ons of life? It's unclear...I just bit my tounge. Ouch!!..HEHE

The point is- I am writing for the sake of writing. I don't have much to say now only because I have limited my interactions with the world as of late. My life has consisted of sister, mom, freinds and my dad.

In Indain culture,we function as one. As it is in other cultures, such as Hispanic for ex, we live breathe and move around each other. All of our individual plans are influenced by the others. This can sometimes make life stressful. The only way to manage is to take it one day at a time.

The family structure as a group versus individual can pose problems when you are trying to be an individual. But how can one be truly an individual if you are influenced by your family? And how can you grow close to your family if you function solely on your own? I prefer the invasive interactions over the formality that might come with trying to isolate one self in becoming an "individual."

There aren't any people in the world that are as important as your family. Whether you like it or not- blood does make a difference.

The concept of family is subjective. Whom ever you consider family. Make sure to take care of them as they would you.

As much as Im not trying to be lame- I cant help but to think I sound utterly utterly cliche. well. It is what it is. <---(horrible)

Its the truth.

PoEtRy ThErApY ...

I have found the writing of poetry very therapeutic. Poetry gives you the opportunity to express your feelings in words and images. It also gives you a chance to put words to all the ideas which come to your mind and which would be lost forever, if they are not put to some creative use.

When you feel unhappy read or hear an audio which can help you to alleviate your mood and make your day more pleasant.

When you are happy about some new event occurring in your life or in the world around you, take some time to put your feelings of the moment into a few lines. I find that it is a challenge to be able to put a big idea into a few lines of verse.

When you are looking for a challenge, take the time to write a poem on a boring subject, and make it a poem, to grab the interest of your reader. I practised writing poems based on fact, to make it more interesting and mentally appetizing .

A poem is an excellent way to channel your creative talents. You can create a poem which may seem frivolous today, but which at sometime or for someone else have a deeper meaning. Make an attempt at trying your hand at writing all types of poems. It is always best to let your thoughts flow when you are writing poetry, this is one of the best ways for releasing your creativity.

There have been times when I have written more than five poems in a day. It was just that the ideas started flowing, and there came a time when the poetry would write itself. What do I mean by saying that a poem would write itself? This means that the words, the images, the rhyme and the rhythm would all fall into place seemingly by magic once I had a concrete image or concept in my mind about the concept I wanted to write about. I have been writing poems from september, my firstbest poem being, “We Salut You”. Since that poem I have not looked back. I do hope that you find the writing of Poetry as enjoyable and therapeutic as I do.

HiGh SpIrItS

Life was in high spirits
Everything was going my way
The face of my soul was feelin' happier
With every coming day

With no things to bother
And no problems to solve
I was feelin' even more content
That my life was heading to resolve

But from top of the hill
When I saw the town
I couldn't help it any more
And it let me down

I saw people fighting for fame
I saw people striving to find the lost name
But all they did was ever the same
They said 'twas all part of the game

One thing of all that worries me today
Is that a once cheerful world has become so gray
Sitting on an iceberg I can feel the heat
Trust, Faith and Fidelity have taken a backseat

In a world today where deceit is so rife
I have little hope to live a peaceful life
But against the hope I pledge to do
To get my message clear and through

I feel my ride on the highway must end
For there are many things which refuse to mend
Of surety there are plans I strongly intend
To make my people simply comprehend

That life's too short to hold a grudge
And you make it shorter when you refuse to budge
So spread the message of peace and love
Throw the swords and feed the dove