MUSIC.......IMPROVE CONCENTRATION!!!

Music is what feelings sound like.......

Music speaks what cannot be expressed, soothes the mind , heals the heart and rests our soul in peace. If one asks me why do I love music so much, I would simply reply, it is because music is the only thing which stays with me when everything and everyone is gone. Music speaks when I run short of words. 

Many people like me love listening to music.......but what about listening to it while working or studying? does it distracts us or helps us concentrate more?

Listening to music would surely help us focus on our thoughts. Music improves our attention, memory, our ability to do mental maths and even helps us lessen our depression.

Different people like different types of music, and what kind of music they listen to is all according to their taste. 

But while studying, it is always better to listen to a non lyrical music because the lyrics of a song always tries to grab your attention. While working or studying, you tend to focus more on the lyrics than the work you are doing.

This is not true in all the cases, few people would not like listening to music, they feel  noise to be more chaotic or irritating. These people would obviously not enjoy listening to music and hence, they would not improve their concentration listening to music.

It is all up to the people's mind set which makes music more or less helpful to them.

Anyways, listening to music always gives me a great pleasure.

According to a research, 90% of our brain works on memorising the song lyrics.

Always feel music rather than just hearing to it, because feeling the music enlightens our self expression and ignites our thoughts and ideas.........

                        RICHER THAN THE RICH

"Why do you look upset dear?" the voice was heavy with concern. The little girl in rags looked up at the tall lady standing before her. She had tight jeans and a sleeveless tee on with a pair of sunglasses that matched with her outfit. A beaded bag with a slightly torn zipper hung over her shoulder. "What's the matter?" she asked again.

The little girl took a few steps back, clutching a poker in her hand. She couldn't understand why this strange lady was talking to her. "Do you need something fixed?" she asked the lady, shooting furtive glances behind her at the same time. It was only then that the lady noticed the few torn shoes and bags at her feet along with some repairing tools. Fumbling through her beaded bag, she dished out some cash and handed it out to her, only to find the little girl shaking her head. "Do you need something fixed?" she repeated, still with worried glances across the road.

The lady stared at this shabby kid who must be all of eight years old, living in the roadside, and refusing money. "Are you expecting someone?" she asked her, following her anxious glances. The girl looked suddenly frightened as her eyes darted back to the stranger.
"A-are you here to take me too??" she stammered. The lady found this reaction to be quite strange. She knelt down and touched her hand, "I'm here to help."

The girl sprang back in horror. No stranger had ever come close to her, much less touch her! "What do you want?" she cried, "Dada's missing! They took him! I know they did! I won't let you take me too!" The lady knew now that she needed help. "Who took your Dada?" she asked patiently, " We'll find him together." The little girl  only looked on with great suspicion.

Then, quite hesitantly, she began to speak up, "They came here the other day, telling us not to work anymore. They told us to beg instead. They said, that way, they'd make us rich!"

The lady was surprised to find a look of disgust on her face, "Don't you want to be rich?" she asked. The girl shook her head, "Never! I know how rich people are. Dada told me about them. They are cruel people. They like money more than their dadas, I would never be like them!"

"Did your Dada go with them then?" asked the lady. "No way! Dada would never beg! He refused, and they started fighting. Dada went away today morning and hasn't returned yet! They must have taken him!"

 The lady went closer to her, trying to reassure the lost soul. The sun was beginning to vanish, and she wished she had a pack of biscuits to give this girl - for she probably hadn't eaten all day. Just as she was contemplating to take the girl to the nearest shop, there was a quick, fierce movement behind her. And before she knew it, a young boy had yanked the little girl away from the woman. He looked barely sixteen, and was as shabbily dressed as the girl was.

"Dada!" squealed the little girl with a tone mixed with joy and relief. But the boy did not seem pleased. "I told you to stay away from such people didn't I?" he scolded. His sister was shaking her head, "No Dada. Don't worry. She isn't rich, she was very kind to me." The boy eyed the well-dressed, posh woman with some caution. His scrutiny was disturbed by a tug of his shirt, "Did they hit you Dada? What happened?!" He turned away from the intruder and gave the little girl a huge smile. "Nobody hit me Munni! Dada found a job! And soon you will go back to school!" Little Munni was jubilant as she leaped over to hug her brother.

The woman watched the celebration in silence, holding the few currency notes that had failed to soothe the little girl. Her own life hadn't treated her well, and she wished she could trade her money for someone who genuinely cared for her like Dada did his sister.

He'd noticed that the lady hadn't left. "Can I help you?" he asked. She felt guilty for not being the one asking the same to them.  Taking out the beaded bag with the torn zipper, she said "I need this fixed."  The boy nodded and took the bag.

As he set to work, his sister sat down next to him, smiling as if she was the happiest person on earth. The woman looked at her beaded bag that cost more than what the kids earned in a day. Yet, the smiles on their faces was something she was unable to buy for herself. She knew then, that they were truly richer than the rich.

Enlightening Darkness

Enlightening Darkness

I woke up with a 

jolt. It was dark all

 around. Probably 

past midnight. 

Raining cats and

 dogs outside. 

Despite the chilly

 air, I was sweating. There was no current. A 

sudden flash of light engulfed the room. I waited. 

And it came...the loud crack of thunder. My cousin

 was squeezing my hand. Sleep had left me, and it 

showed no sign of returning any time soon. So I

 settled down as my eyes adjusted to the dark.

 As the occasional flashes showed me weird 

shadows through the window pane, my mind 

drifted off to the idea of ghosts.
They say people who believe in god are most likely

 to believe in ghosts as well. Well, why not? You've

 never seen god, you've no proof of it except for 

age old epics and could-be-coincidences in today's 

world. The same goes for ghosts, except that there

 are plenty who claim to have sighted them. Video

 clips and experiences reveal that there seem to be

 more chances of the existence of ghosts than of 

god. But then of course, we've been told that god

 exists within us, in our surroundings, in the 

universe, as light, as wind, as energy. The things

 that we couldn't understand ourselves, were 

god's creation. Who then, is this almighty, 

the so-called creator of life? Why not call

 nature itself as god, why not the forces in the 

universe that make our earth go round, that keep 

the stars in motion, that makes time exist?
For  atheists, the very idea of god is a joke. 

They do not pray, because it makes no sense

 to them. There are many instances in life 

that prove to be unfair, many unjustified, which

 makes it more difficult to believe that god will

 heed our miseries. Isn't it easier to believe that 

god sustains life, rather than to save the lives of 

the petty and the rich alike? How else would it

make sense?
When we can pray for the good of others, we could

 do the contrary as well right? Will both the sides

 be heard, or are the prayers selective up there? 

Today the freedom of speech contradicts with the

 people's right to beliefs. The ones who choose to

 express themselves despite being in the opposite 

side of the tide are attacked and treated with 

disgust. The battle in itself proves the littleness

 of our maturity.

 In a time where buildings get taller, roads wider,

 and screens bigger, if our minds too don't expand,

 then there shall definitely be no peace. Accept and

 respect, that is all peace ever needs. 

Accept that people are different, accept that they 

have different views. Respect their views and 

beliefs, respect them for sticking to it. By doing 

so, the gain is all yours, not anybody else's.

Maybe god exists. Maybe ghosts do too. Maybe 

neither do. Maybe all that we see is governed by

 a supreme power unknown to us. Maybe physics

 hasn't yet learned to define it. Maybe it has no

 definition at all. Maybe we could just stick to our 

own beliefs, and respect that.

My trail of thoughts got interrupted by a rush of

 cool wind. The ceiling fan was moving again,

 the current was back. Sleep had slowly crept in 

without my knowledge. Slowly, the patter of the 

raindrops, the beats of the thunder, and the soft 

howls of the wind served as a lullaby...and I

 dozed off.

                       WHO AM I ???

I always ponder on who am I as a person. But I often fail to get an answer because I don't spend time with myself. Now the time has come to spend time with myself and think for a while on who am I ...........

I am a boring person who does nothing interesting except the daily routine. I study very nice but only the one in the textbook. I don't care to learn something different or something out of the box. This is the reason 2 of my friends always call me 'inbox.' 
But on the other hand I am a perfectionist. I will be very determined to any responsibility I take and I will not sleep until I complete it  to its full fledged. I like accepting challenges and I try my best to fulfil them. I am a short tempered girl but I am clean at my heart. I like being friendly with people around me and I don't believe in enmities ( the only exception for this is me elder sister who always fights and irritates me). I am not very expressive as I hide all my feelings inside. Finally to conclude, I can't judge myself as either good or  a bad person. 

The two qualities I would like to develop are - 

Being proactive and making the best use of each and every opportunity I get ( for example- speaker at silver oaks , word craft )

Reducing my anger and being patient enough . 

I will always try to follow all the policies and practices of our school so that I can realise what is wrong and what is right and always lead myself to the right direction ignoring all my obstacles.

           SILVER OAKS IS MY KEY TO SUCCESS!!!

                       MY PASSION

When I strongly question myself on what my passion is, I turn to come with an answer of 'Nothing'. Yes, I have no particular passion in my life for now. I don't want to set huge goals for me right now when I don't even know whether I can fulfil them or not. I feel there is no point in dreaming about my future when I know nothing about life. Even if I dream right now, I think these goals will always remain as my dreams which can never come true. 

So my only passion and my only goal for now is to settle in life both economically and personally. And for that, I have to work hard and keep reminding myself about this small passion. I have to study well and make my parents feel that it is worth of me getting this expensive education. I have to always follow the right path and lead myself.

I strongly believe that this small passion of mine will surely help me succeed in life just the way I want. It always doesn't mean that we have to have a certain passion in order to succeed. I think differently which will never put me down. My way of reaching my goal might be different but my destination is same as yours. I always hope for the best by doing every small thing I can do but not by just thinking and not acting on them. My short term passion is what leads me to my lifelong passion which is to live a happy life.

So, this is Himasree signing off hoping that all is well and will be well for me and for you and for the entire human raise!!!

                              BOOK  REVIEW

Name of the Book : The Day I Stopped Drinking Milk

Author : Sudha Murthy

Book Rating : 

Would You Suggest The Book To Others : Yes

What Was The Book About : The book "The Day I Stopped Drinking Milk" written by Sudha Murthy is simply fascinating. The book consists of 23 life stories from here ans there which Sudha Murthy has come across in her life. Each story has taught me lot much which nobody else could. The stories made me realise what life is in reality and what astonishing lessons life has to reveal. All the stories are few incidents that we come across in our life. So each story gives us a suggestion on how to react to certain situations.

My Favourite Part Of The Book : Out of all 23 stories, the one I liked the most is " Life's Secret Lessons". In this story, Sudha Murthy told her 18 life lessons she has learnt through out her career.Her life lessons taught me the lessons that no book could ever teach me and no Internet site could show me. The lessons had made me realise how is the world outside. I now understood why people at the top are always lonely. I now understood what actually means to live life in its best way.

                        THE  CALL

Two years ago, I decided to move to Sydney to study and work there for about a year. I’ve always wanted to travel around the world, my biggest dream. The place where I really wanted to go since I was a child, was Australia. I did the arrangements to start a new and exciting life. My greatest adventure was about to start. 

Three months later, I was already working at a restaurant.I lived with one of my best friends, Alice.

One day (Tuesday) she got home and it seemed like a good idea to relax a little bit and have a glass of juice while we talked. At that moment, my phone started ringing which I thought was weird because nobody used call me that late and the number on the screen was private. 
-Hello?
-Caroline?
-Yeah, that's me, who's this?
-I'm Charles, we work together
 Said the man on the phone and I immediately thought he was wrong because I knew every person's name at the restaurant.
-I don't remember I work with anyone called Charles.
-Oh, you don’t? But you surely remember that night together when I made you feel so good - he was saying all the nasty and dirty things I've never heard before in my life, I was confused and I thought that was the most awkward call I have ever hung up.

My friend asked me who was it and I told him; he said it was probably a joke and advised me not to worry about it.

I forgot about that weird guy and the following week was as normal as always until Tuesday.
The next week (on Tuesday) once again, I was at home checking my e-mail on my computer when I received the usual call. That day, when I saw "private number" I knew it was him, so I inhaled heavily and was determined to confront him.
-What the heck do you want? Stop calling me, I have no intentions of talking to you, leave me alone -
After I said that, he completely destroyed me. 
He laughed very loudly and said "You looked gorgeous in red today" . I was in shock, I was wearing a red sweater that day and to know he was following me made me feel sick.

When Alice got home, I told her and she said: "well, it’s getting a bit serious but don't worry, it must be an idiot trying to scare you".

The following day when I finished work, I found myself really scared with the idea of walking to my flat. I called Alice and asked her to stay with me on the phone until I was safe inside the house. Fortunately, nothing happened, nevertheless, I laid on my bed thinking that that guy was seriously playing with my mind and I didn't know what to do. 

But something unusual happened, when I was about to watch a movie, Charles called me. I didn't want to answer but he was being so annoying I had no choice.
-What do you want?
-Can you open the door, please? -
 I laughed ironically.
-You don't know where I live.
After I said that, for the first time he cut the phone himself...........