Brain teaser

2). If five men takes around three hours to dig three holes, how long will it take for two men to dig half a hole?? 3). How many oranges can you put into an empty container?? 4. When you add two letters, the five letter word becomes shorter. What is it?? 5). If five peacocks lays 6 eggs in a day,how many eggs will be there, in a day, if there is only 2 peacocks?[…]

clue to Answers

1)number of letters in ‘what’ “yet””although” etc…..

2)can you make a half hole?

3)if you put something into an empty container,it is no longer empty


5)can a peacock lay eggs?



the warm hands

by Mike Wells,disparity

(photo by Mike Wells)

Forgive me…….

for not giving you, a ‘handshake”

eventhough I love to do so,

with my heaven,the broad hand.

Forgive me

for,not showing my face,

lost its beauty,like a dried up river.

As  nothing to fill, ,its banks,  skin and bone.

Forgive me

For, not showing  my eyes of gratitude,

As nothing to nourish my dry eyes,

like a parched land,abandoned forver.

Forgive me

For making you sad,

I, like a light  fading lantern,

dying in its surrounding darkness,

cant see anything.

Forgive me

For making you ,uneasy,

My soul ,a withered leaf in a desert

broken in its deep agony for decay.

Forgive me

For my soundless cry for help

my throat is dry and sore,

not a  drop of tear, to wet it.


Thank you, for your holy hand,

and the teary eyes,

sparkling lke a star

in my dark cloudy sky.

The rider

images (2).jpg the rider by mary maxam

( painting cortesy-the rider by mary maxam.)

Cleveland, Tennessee,a mother used a tube of toothpaste to teach her daughter a lesson that will probably stay with her forever.In her own words:-

“I gave her a tube of toothpaste and asked her to squirt it out onto a plate. When she finished, I calmly asked her to put all the toothpaste back in the tube. She began exclaiming things like “But I can’t!” and “It won’t be like it was before!” I quietly waited for her to finish and then said the following:

“You will remember this plate of toothpaste for the rest of your life. Your words have the power of life or death. As you go into middle school, you are about to see just how much weight your words carry. You are going to have the opportunity to use your words to hurt, demean, slander and wound others. You are also going to have the opportunity to use your words to heal, encourage, inspire and love others”.(the story,courtesy to her facebook)

Let me share my thoughts………

Our speech is for communication,

What we communicate?

our thoughts.

all thoughts are not getting translated into the speech.

But all ‘speech” is from thoughts.

we use speech,not only for communication,but for an internal talk.

an interior monologue.

this is to enhance and organize our mental process of thinking(coginition).

the patterns of stress and intonation in a speech(prosody) is reflective of the emotion associated with the thought.

emotion can be positive(,mercy,happy)

or negative(eg.hatred,mistrust,jealous,irritable)

(most of the time,we are sitting on the horse of thoughts and riding it,along with the horse of emotion,as in the picture)

(But at s0me time, the horse of emotion is pulling us forwardin an uncotrollable manner,and we are helplessly sitting on the horse of thoughts )

What kind of speech we are delivering,everyday to others?

positive or negative…….?

This effects our health.

when we think positively(or speech),our body produce/secrete positive hormone and neurotransmitters.

and with a negative thinking(negatively charged thoughts),negative hormones,and neurotransmitters get produced.

these hormones are the basis for our physical and mental health.For good health,body need positive hormones,neurotransmitters and a mind with positive emotions

In summary,we must be good,skillful riders of our emotion and thoughts.


whispers of divine beauty


(a picture from

What a wonder…..

The meadow’s bouquet,a posy for,

a splendid display of your  ethereal  beauty,

Who dressed you up……angel honey,

in such a tender, lovely form,

as  a reminiscence of  a pure love of,

a snowy cloud,flowing swiftly,

in the  the heart of a bluish sky.

I wonder…….

your expression is so ethereal,

the wooly feathers,fair haired,

as  powder snow of  the rejoicing heaven,

on petals of a  divine white rose,

slipped off from the hands of Antheia.

I wonder……

the  sweet little love hearts,on  your wings,

sipping the sap of sweetness,

from the  posy, romantic souls….. or

filling the  honey into the hearts of their

blossoming love.

I wonder…..

the light  blue,lovely sapphire,

so precious,with  the hugs of fondness,

mounting to your chest,

by a  lovely mom,mother nature,

for making her world,brighter.


the tryst

Paton, Joseph Noel, 1821-1901; The Tryst
Paton, Joseph Noel; The Tryst; Glasgow Museums;

(Painting by Joseph Noel Paton,(1821-1901)GMRC)

In a seasson of blossoming cherry

and white lilys,

As a splendid puffy cloud,

descending from heaven,

she sat under the apple tree….

immersed in musing,…….

The cool breeze ,with its fragrance,

surrounded me ,sensually.

whispered in my ear,’look at her”,

‘waving just for you’

like a lovely white lily.

My blue sky,brightened with the puffy cloud,

as the dark clouds,shed

its spring rain,in blessings,…….

With sprouting goosebumps,we,

sought for the warmth,

under the veil of the apple tree,

like parakeets, rubbing beaks together.

And surrounded by the shy leaves,

soaked in the romantic rain…..

We,in a romantic pain……

blended blindly,

devoured the forbidden apple together…..

to walk on air..forever.





The group


(painting by Wladmir Kush)

A group has a potential energy

sprouting spontaneously by its innate mutual  fecilitating effect,

The fecilitating effect is by the  member’s mere presence and  the mutual observation or concern of its members.

This energy can be translated into a renewing force for a constructive  interaction,

to change maladaptive behaviour,maladaptive thoughts and feelings of its members,

maladative behaviour, thoughts,feelings,so called blind spots in our mind ,about which we are not aware ,are the cause of our problems in relationships.

group act as a reflector.

which may inturn ,cause a postive individual personality change or a feeling of wellbeing.

In the ideal group,the members should have the freedom to express their thoughts and feelings without any fear of  a harsh evaluation(,a freedom to express themselves fully) and the others  should be nonjudgmental.How ever an unbiased, nonjudgmental appraisal can be done at the end, for sharing and getting a proper insight.This insight can bring  positive changes.

Each member can mutually understand emotional needs,others physical needs  , so that they can adapt well with the other member,while proceeding with  the fullfilment 0f their needs without challenging or thwarting, the other members needs.

I am just visualizing an ideal society.

The group is just a prototype of such society.



a traumatic transference

eruption-on-the-sun.jpgby nasa


(picture by NASA)

Oh Lord

Who will believe that my words are packed with the whole truth?,

I was feeling  pity, on her face,and the tragic life,

Which was pale yellow,struggling,like a very old movie on a screen,

interupted with the thunder and the lightening,

I felt that the heart was melting for many years,silently,

for someone’s patient_ listening,but,

with a fear of the people around her.

When I started the conversion,for the first time

she was so skeptical,guarded,

like any woman in front a man,a stranger,

Gradually she could open up her heart.

When I saw the heart….

It was like  an abandoned land,

with  full of carcasses and the  hidden wolves,

I could see the shining  eyes of wolves with suspiciousness

It was scary…”could I handle this alone?”

I was sure that I was entering into a dangerous zone.

“The tresspassers will be prosecuted”

Still I proceeded forward with my own thought

“Who could else offer a helping hand selflessly…..

If I was withdrawing into my own comfort zone”

Her heart  was in  such a chaotic hell,

I could hear the helpless cry.

I streched my hand into the depth….

It was like trying to save an  unknown posonous snake from the  mangoose.

The twist and spin was abrupt,so unexpected….

My soothening words,she misunderstood,

as seductive to manipulate her….

She bit at my hands,mercilessly…

Now my heart, so innocent, is in an agonising pain

Now I have no ther option-only this venesection

Let my innocent blood,flow out as a river,

Let wolves lick their mouth with its taste.

But I have a hope……

The most beautiful lady,the truth,

will embrace me,so affectionately

and whisper in my ear….

“I was with you and will be with you forever”

“You are my sweetest darling”

“And I can understand you”.

And as the saying goes…..

“A friend in need is a friend,indeed”.

Indeed,the truth is my best friend.

a deep sigh

13245303_1699074557020696_88710047619861577_n.jpg face book(dominic savio feriya)

(a facebook picture)

when I saw her,for the first time….

infact,it was the last time,

she was looking so tough and rough

there was no smile

only thunders in the  dark stormy sky,

I wondered

where she was coming from…

From,a mountain top,

Harsh with sharp edged rocks,

with stony heart as granite

so indifferent,as if none around her

so cold,as her veins , clogged with sadness

but the gaze…..drenched in the shining light,

so sharp  as a rare diamond _cut

shining,  so stunningly beautiful,

Piercing into my heart

like a double edged sword

I was wondering…

How sharp it was…..

Can it revive my cold heart,

Rusted with painful past

What was she….

a fruit,

a jackfruit with thorny mask

and yet, hidden sweetness inside.

or a flower,

a wild rose amidst thorny bushes in a muddy land

yet,with  the lovely fragrance

what was she…..and

why was,so harsh at me,

with these piercing gaze,

she was like an unsolved puzzle

as mystery unconquered,so attractive.


As she vanished, a dream in vain,

A lovely drawing on the water,

My heart…..

A snared swan….with the unsteady beat,



out of the water,ceased to swim.

Looking into the cloudy sky,

for the heavy footsteps of the thunder…..

The fiery dusk has not yet come

Hear my screaming……the smothering soul,

Amidst these  bull sharks,of painful thoughts….

“Dont  go away”


This loneliness is icy cold,

Nothing moving,not even the wind,

“Please come back…….

My  thunder storm”.

The whisperer…..with ….

.A deep sigh.






The cry


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It is the time,baby

to end everything…….

no more painful  memories

is it sad….


very sad

but it will last only for few moments

we are going together to  ‘another’ world,

where we may meet again,


I dont know…….

but I guess,

there is no pain in that world….

there is no abusive words……..

Can you see my shaking hands,dear

my pounding heart,

my paled face,

my bruised eyes,….eyelids

Please close your eyes,dont see them….

…….please drink this wine,with me,my dear sweetie,

It will give us ,a new cloath for the other world

and it will give us a long lasting sleep.

We wont hear those abusive words anymore….

,Please dont see my tears, dripping into the wine,

it is going to end forever……….

my dear son ,let me kiss you….

will  you give me it back…when we meet there….

as a sign that were inseperable.

(She gave that poisoned  wine to her 4 years old son

and she drank it with him

but unfortunately he died and she has survived,

Police arrested her for the homicide

when I saw her in jail

she was  weeping,so depressed, and said…..

“doctor,please kill me

I dont want to stay here in this world

I dont want to see anyones face

but only my sweet son’s face…..

he was so sweet ,doctor

I can hear  the sweet voice” Mama ,dont worry I am with you”

” I wont allow dad to kill you”

eventhough he was only 4 yers old,

he was protecting me ,covering me up,when my husband was beating me

scolding me,abusing me…..he was so sweet child,so cute

Doctor I was keeping my son in my palm,  like a precious pearl

even in the tough and rough tides of my life….

please kill me …….without him I cant survive

let me see his face,once again…..

let him give  back, the last kiss,…..back.

(this is a real story, my  34 years old female patient,who have attempted suicide with her 4 years child,the child died immediately but she survived…she said,she was planning to commit suicide alone…but when she had thought  ‘about the child’s stay with her cruel husband,without her…. she had no other option)

another story of Helen,