Beautiful Dreams

Dreams are the most beautiful things of my life. But dreaming about something is not enough, we can only achieve them if they are made our inspirations.  Though we face lots of problems in our daily lives and struggle through our whole lives but dreaming is always beautiful. Every time when i think about them, they fill me with new colours and joys to move ahead. I believe we can only achieve something when we dream about it. In my life, I have gone through a lot. But being an optimistic and learning from my mistakes, life is still lovable for me. 

So friends don't forget to dream about your dreams.......Make your dreams your inspirations...

At last, LIVE IN TODAY AND DREAM FOR TOMORROW :-)

Please, don’t ignore your feelings!

After listening to Oprah Winfrey’s outstanding and touching convocation speech at Stanford University (2008) in youtube, I realized that “I am not feeling right” feeling is not just my another recurring emotional attack which usually used to show up and heal with time. I tried my best to supress that “something is not right” feeling or divert my attention to every other possible thing. Sometimes, I justified them to be an expression of my home sickness or the result of the pressures I am going through as an international student in Australia. I was pushing myself hard to move ahead in the way that I had to choose when I was left with no other options and not to get distracted by that very “not right” feeling . But, the moment I heard the lines “ your feelings are really your GPS system for life” in her commanding voice, I felt I got all the answers to the questions that I used to ask myself and struggle through countless hours to sort my feelings and find the answer using my “head” not the “heart”.

I always considered my way of making decisions i.e. letting the heart win at the end of head-heart battle to be wrong. There were incidents in my life when I had to pay a fortune to recover from the decisions I made based on feelings. Such one or two bad incidents left an imprint in my head that “this is what happens when you listen to your heart”. Even though my feelings have always been my guide, I was never confident on the result of my decisions. The logical side of me would question the basis for making such decisions and I would have no answer except to confess, “Well, that’s how I feel and I don’t know about the rest”. Oprah’s convocation speech made me feel so right in my approach of making decisions i.e. listening to my feelings not my logics.

“When you are supposed to do something or not supposed to do something, your emotional guidance system lets you know. The trick is to check your ego at the door and start checking your gut instead…….Every right decision I’ve made, came from my gut. And every wrong decision I’ve ever made was a result of me not listening to the greater voice of myself”, Oprah says addressing thousands of Stanford graduates of ‘08’.

“Inner voice” in the words of Steve Jobs and “greater voice” as said by Oprah Winfrey is ultimately your own voice which is neither the manifestation of other’s expectation nor your logical wing. We all live in a society where everything we do is influenced by social standards. Parents, relatives, neighbour and friends all have some expectations from you and throughout your life, you try to live up to their expectations. These external pressures will never let you hear your own feelings and you happen to ignore or supress your own voice. Or you start mixing up these expectations with your feelings and feel like that is what you want to do to make your people happy. In the process, you are lost somewhere. Even if you hit the target, even if you land in your destination or even if you achieve what you wanted, it doesn’t feel right. Money, name and fame that you considered the most important thing in your life once would not give the “right” feeling, wouldn’t make you happy. Because, the “right” was your “inner voice” and you always ignored it.

Although I haven’t figured out what is the “right” for me, one thing is for sure that I wouldn’t want to regret later on by living the life of “others”. I am trying to figure out what my inner voice has to tell me. What are the lessons out of all the hard times I am going through? According to Oprah, life always whispers to you first and if you ignore the whisper, sooner or later you’ll get a scream. There are many times when you don’t know what to do, get still, get very still, until you do know what to do. And here I go- with all my attention and my ears alert-trying hard to listen to the life’s whisper. Still, very still, to know the answer, to hear my inner voice.

(to be continued......)

Classroom

By: Nabin

There are many moments in my classroom where I’ve felt bored and sometimes even I felt asleep. I even got scolding from my teacher for the same reason. The case is not same always, but most of the time it’s boring to sit inside classroom listening teacher’s lectures. It’s interesting to guff with friends in classroom but sitting idle it’s not really my cup of tea. Sometimes, we have group assignments and group discussions, I feel little relaxed but my classroom hangover don’t go away.

The case is totally different outside of classroom. It may be canteen, tea-shop, basketball court or somewhere else with the same group of people. I feel totally comfortable over there. Many of my friends even share similar experience. I learn more from a small chat with our teacher over a cup of tea than the 40 minutes long lecture. Outside of my classroom I talk whatever I like to learn with my teacher.  I think inside classroom he/she speaks only the subject to be taught. I’ve heard my friends and seniors who are working somewhere as their professional part of life talking many times, classroom lectures and theories are of little use in practical daily life. If it is so why is classroom necessary?

Am I a Writer?

By: Suv Pradhan

I love writing; playing with words, jotting down feelings and just expressing myself. I always have, ever since I was a little child, ever since I discovered the joy in writing. This might be the case because I find peace in words or peace with words. When I’m writing, I am being myself, I’m expressing myself and the best thing is that I feel belonged. Yet, till recently, I had never taken my writing seriously for until sometimes ago, it was just a hobby that was to be discarded once I found my thing.

But most of the people who know me agree that writing is my thing. Lately, even I have been thinking about it. I have always believed that I was an artist in heart. I always have been an expressionist. But then, I cannot express myself through paintings or music. I totally suck at painting and drawing, I do not know a single chord of any musical instruments, only I think that my voice is good and worse, I hate performing in a stage hence I’m no actor or dancer. So the only thing I like to do and am comfortable in doing is writing. That’s why I’m starting to think that may be writing is my thing. Even when I think of my ideal life, I see myself sitting in a café, probably drinking coffee and writing. On the top of that, I have always wanted to publish few novels and collections of my poems. So may be. Writing is definitely my thing or is it???

But then there are other stuffs that make me think otherwise. Firstly, I’m studying a subject that’s far from the one that involves writing; at least creative ones. Secondly, I think I’m getting old to chase that dream. That’s what I think, because most of the people of my age with whom I started writing work in various publication houses across the town while I don’t even publish what I write. The only ones left are juniors who are still in high school and are probably better than me. Hence, I don’t think I’ll make it through writing. This in turn gets me thinking, “Does that still make me a writer?”

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