Weekends are awesome

Love the weekends. Saw the movie – ‘Beautiful Creatures’ today. It was a good movie but it could have been better. The concept was good so I am wondering if I should read the novel it was based on. Hmm…

After the movie, went to a Arts n Crafts Exhibition, sort of like Music-food-crafts festival, called the Madras Market. It is pretty amazing how many talented people are out there..

And then, I finally got a chance to use my new Floral Punch.. And here’s what I came up with..

What do you guys think?

Flower Punch Card

 

So entering this card into the following challenges:

1. CAS-ual Fridays : CFC111 – Buttons

CAS-ual Fridays : CFC111 – Buttons

2. CAS(E) this Sketch!: #40 

CAS(E) this Sketch : #40

Now that I am almost finished with this post, I guess I will go to bed…

Happy weekend  everyone!! Hope you all have a great time!

Ribbon Weaving for Handmade Card

So here’s the work of an amateur card maker.

Handmade Card - Rainbow Colors

I know the card doesn’t have a whole lot except the whole ribbon-woven portion. But then, there are so many colors in there, that adding anything else in the card, would have made it look really tacky.

I was really confused for a while, wondering where to add the word – ‘Best Wishes’.

So the lesson learnt here is that, next time, I will do the ribbon weaving for a smaller area 😛

I decided to use satin ribbons for this handmade card because of my ever growing stash. I normally use my ribbons for jewellery making, but I have used it here for a change.

Below, you can see the whole process of how I did the ribbon weaving portion for the card.

Ribbon Weaving - DIY - For Handmade Cards

Here’s a closer look at the hand-written sentiment and the flower.

Card-Flower Card_Sentiment

 

Submitting this card to : Catchy Challenges : Rainbow Colors without a Rainbow

One Amazing Thing

I know there has been a long gap between my last post and this one. But i really didn’t have anything to write. Today i do.

Yesterday, i finished reading the novel – One Amazing Thing by Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni. I will not say that it is one of my favourite books but that does not mean it is not good. It definitely is a great read and it really made me think. I am not here to write a book review but what i am gonna write here is how that book made me feel.

It made me think of all the little things that we take for granted. We always yearn for more when what we need is right in front of us.

From the time we are able to speak and understand what is being spoken to us, we have been taught to always be thankful for what we have. We are told to respect our elders and be courteous to everyone. We are taught to be faithful and honest and not be greedy. And yet, when we grow up, our first thoughts are, ‘What do they know?‘ ; ‘They don’t know anything about me!’ ; ‘Who are they to tell me what to do!‘.

There always comes a day(believe me, it does), when everything we ever took for granted and every little thing we shunned, are the things we miss the most. Now it may feel like it’s your mother’s job to cook for you and that you have every right to complain about the taste and the texture of the morsels in your mouth. When you get older and have to cook for yourself, it feels like you’d sell anything to get the day back when your mother forcefed you with her hands. 

Now you may not give second thoughts to when you speak harshly to someone beneath your status or sometimes even elder to you. There always comes a day when these things come back to haunt you. Every little tiny detail comes back. You’ll remember the look of hurt on the person’s face, the almost shock at being given a rude reply when they were being so polite to you.

From where we stand, it may seem like there is always another time to make up for something you did wrong. It will always feel like you can fix things another day. But i say, what if the sky falls down, or there is an earthquake or a tsunami or a meteor shower? What if the last thing you spoke to your beloved was how irritating he/she was? Is that how you want your last words to be remembered?

Please take the time to smile and be polite and courteous to everyone even if it takes a little extra effort. It could be your mom or your dad or your teacher or your friend or that random shopkeeper where you buy your cigarettes. No matter who it may be, think twice before you speak. Think twice before you bring the words of your mind into existence through your mouth. They may be the only thing that people remember you by. And always remember to smile. Even if it kills you. Smile.

Just a little brighter

People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel. —Bonnie Jean Wasmund

If you asked me what is the greatest thing a person can do for another person, I would reply – “share their pain”. There is no great philosophy behind this and I am not trying to be all pretentious by speaking of such deep things. In fact, this is not deep at all. It is simple and it is a matter of fact.

Empathy is something that all of us should try to cultivate and nurture within ourselves. Some of us pretend to have it but it’s all just a facade. When you see a person who has no feet, do you feel pity for that person? Or do you empathize? Yes, so many people confuse the two feelings. Empathy is when you see yourself in that person’s place and feel their pain of having no feet.

Many youngsters of today like to pretend that they care for unfortunate people and animals. They have long discussions and debates on how people should be punished for cruelty to animals and how politicians are corrupt and how they should be making better the lives of handicapped people and the other unfortunate ones. But then all they do is talk. If they really knew how it felt not to have basic necessities, they wouldn’t just be talking. They would be out there doing their part.

Have you ever given a thought to how the person serving you coffee at the coffee shop feels when he sees people of his own age hanging out with friends and spending money so freely? Ever wondered how the kid begging on the street feels when he sees you licking your candy? Ever wondered how it must feel like being a street dog going through garbage bins looking for food? And what about the janitor who cleans the washroom after you leave it dirty? Do you think he likes cleaning up after you?

If you haven’t ever given a thought to how these people feel…. Maybe it is time to start now. Scroll back up and read the quote at the start of this post by Bonnie Jean Wasmund. Now it might make more sense. Let’s try to make someone feel good today. Let’s start by trying to put ourselves in their shoes and looking at things from their points of view. We may not be able to bring about a great change in their lives, but we can try and be more sensitive. And if possible, let us try to make their day just a little better and just a little brighter.

 

The man who lived forever

One of my favorite stories that i heard as a child was the story of “the man who lived forever”.

There was once a man who was afraid of death. And so he prayed to God constantly, asking him to grant him one wish. So one day God finally answered his prayers and appeared in the man’s dream. God asked him,”What is it that you wish from me?” And the man replied, ” I wish to live forever.” God asked him, “Are you sure about this? Because i am going to grant you only one wish. And you cannot go back no matter how much you want to.” The man replied,”I’m sure of it God. I want to live forever.”

God granted that man’s wish and disappeared. The next day the man woke up happy to know that he was never going to die. He lived his life happily. He got married and had a son.

As it goes, its only natural to get old. And with old age comes all sorts of diseases and disabilities.

The man got old. He was diagnosed with many diseases. But he didn’t die. When he crossed 100yrs of age, he became incapable of movement But he remained alive despite everything.

One fine day his son decided that he had had enough of this. Taking care of the old man was taking most of his time and energy. So the man’s son went to a potter and asked him to make a pot big enough to hold one man’s body. When the pot was ready, the son placed his father inside the pot and placed a lid on it. He asked the pot to be placed inside the cellar. And that’s where the old man stayed. His son died. Generations came and went but the man remained alive in the pot in the cellar. Once in a while the old man’s great-grandchildren would hear a cough or sneeze from the cellar. But no one cared.

The old man never saw the light of day again. But he is still alive in some part of the world. He can never die and he can’t ask god to take back his wish.

Moral of the story – There is a time for everything. A time to eat. A time to sleep. A time to live. A time to love. And a time to die. And each thing should be done in its time. Trying to change nature’s laws is going to result in major disappointments.

NOTE: This story is my own. This was present previously in my old blog : http://iamtoxxic.wordpress.com. I have deleted the old blog. And moved some of the posts here.