Motivation

Life defy us at every single step. At every second, there's a strike of a vigorous exigency that tingles our tranquility. There's an intimate call that streams our proceedings and aids to scale up all the rancorous challenges of life. But an exception floats upon each water molecule despite of its heavy density. There are certain flicks of livelihood when a crack up plunges our filaments of living and at aforesaid creeping of life, there's always a need of a guiding element. Such an element that fluxes our being and tinkles a bell of up on our on- goings by elucidating us of the true basis of the happening and the skillful step that could solve up the very difficulty or help to chase our errands of our sojourn at Earth.
At times in life, there's a vehement need to be explicated the path that is the best to move on. At times we do wrangle up our rationality into an unending dispute of thought processes, and we badly ought to be advised by a perfect empiricist. At such a juncture of upbringing there's a motivating word that could deviate our deviated chosen way of living. And the way every parent holds up the hand of his/her child while he/she is a toddler and aids the child to get up ad face the abnormalities and coarseness upon the floor and helps the child to walk upon his feet, much the same way, there's a need of a hand that could guide every move of living. And such a hand that could amend the livelihood is termed a motive.
Motivation plays a vital role in life. The legendary wizards too at certainties require a motivational word to proceed further. One cannot be omniscient enough to make all the decisions without negotiations. And such negotiations might motivate the lifestyle.
Truly speaking each person suffers a success greed. So thats the reason why we love reading motivational books and articles. We always tend to seek the best path that could help trail the highest peak in the universe. And that is something not wrong. Sometimes a meek guideline can change up our entire position. This meek guideline is nothing but motivation.
So motivation can help us fight every evil that comes our way. Whether it be the inner perplexing, the outer exigency or the surrounding difficulties. Something in sooth could inspire us and advice us to drive upon the correct path. And motivation forces us to work with dedication.
Motivation may be intrinsic or extrinsic depending upon its origin. Intrinsic motivation is derived from within an individual, i.e., a desire might motivate and inspire a person to perform a particular task. And extrinsic motivation is the inspiration provided by an external cause or being.
Whether it be intrinsic or extrinsic, but motivation is something that is the fuel for life. Without the fuel no car can accelerate or move ahead. Not a single being can proceed without a motivating hand. Thoughts divert, lifestyles deviate but its always motivation that drags one to the correct path and forced one to dedicate his/her life in achieving the desirous goal.

Bonanza of gratitude- The Best Gift for Mothers' Day

"When I raised my eyelash for the first time,          

  When I cried and screamed while still mime.
  It was you who didn't slack,
  It was you who patted upon my back.

  When I needed a warming hug,
  When I acted just like a thug.
  It was you who held me tight,
  It was you who taught me right.

  When I used to stumble down,

  When I used to be lost in the town.

  It was you who sympathized me

  It was you  who used to poke and see.

  When I  used to be scorched by fear,
  When I used to urge for someone dear,
  It was you who shod my fright,
  It was you who stood upright.

  When my fortune had been blown,
  When I used to weep all alone,
  It was you who knew what I felt,
  It was you who comprehended what I dealt.

  When I was addicted and binged,                                
  When from my body misdemeanor fringed,
  It was you who guided me through,
  It was you who taught me what was true.

  When life to me seemed just pale,
  When I was just about to stale,
  It was you who accompanied me through my way,
  It was you who helped me sway.

  When I was unaware of the world outside,
  When I was to commence my ride,
  It was you who taught me to stand,
  It was you who held my hand."

In every moment of our life, our mother is always there for us. From the very time of our creation, she bore us. For the afflicting 9 months, she sauntered all round, just to take care that we weren't smacked. During our birth, the agonies hat she went through were incredible. While an infant, she taught us to stand upon our toes. She has always been there during our grievances and ecstasies.
She walkes every step with us in order to gawk that we won't stumble.
She understands every thump of our heart. Without a single sign, she can know our inner emotions. She has sacrificed everything for us. She has helped us to become whatever we are.
She teaches us what is good, and obstructs us from the evils of life. She protects us and guides us in every fold. At times she does exasperate but the next moment she embraces us.
In every exigency she aids us to find a cliche. In every defiance she stands with us. And whenever we need her, without a single utterance, she leaves aside all chores and held our hand and says,
"I will always love you,
  And perpetually while I live,
  I will always be there for you."

This is what a mother is. So on this occasion of Mothers' Day, a bonanza of gratitude arises naturally. So let us thank our mothers from the vehement pureness of our being. Lets thank our mothers to have panicked for us throughout their lives. Let us all say it together:
"Thanks a lot our dear mom,
  You helped me fight every storm.
  I thank you for everything; from the very start,
  I thank you from the core of my heart."

Whether a child is physically or mentally sound or not, fair or dark, slim or stout, dumb or genius, rich or poor, a mother always selflessly loves her child. She devotes her entire life for her children So let us too love our mother.
Have we ever thought that how hurting our mother might be feeling due to our certain words and actions? So let us think over it and pledge not to be rude to our mothers just because they bear the tyranny. So lets pledge to be kind to our mothers. Lets gift them what they deserve. So this mothers' day, the best gift to a mother would be true love and lots of respect. Lets not spree round and show up our malignant being towards them. This would be the present that we could gift them.......
So
"All the daughters and all the sons,
  Have bought all pastries and all buns.
  Its time for a bash today,
  Lets forget all the griefs in our way,
  Oh! Lets just color the gray.
  Oh! You gave us what money can't pay,
  But at least to the least that I can say,
  Oh Mom! a very Happy Mothers' Day."

Juvenile Furlough

An alacrity had coup to besiege each mole constituting the aura by its sway. The exuberance had rancorously maneuvered to refurbish the grey hue in the biosphere with a pink strand of rhapsody. An immense agog had raged round the atmosphere. The elation had gritted the grit on the Blue marble with its euphoric blend. Exultation had set forth for its sojourn into the Earth's ambiance. A mere launch of the scent of exhilaration had been recorded by the emotionometre.

A barragement of various feelings synonymifying happiness had commenced with the contemporaneous cradle of the summer furlough. The toddlers and the young adults were all set with their summer plans. A fragrance of enthusiasm had choked each ones nostril. A period that had been blandly enunciated by the school- goers as a blissful talisman had paved a plethora chance to gratify their binges of abstaining from the knowledge bearers. The academic evaluations had no more the vehement menace among the pupil. The notions of studiousness had plopped along with the droplets of sudation. The rivers in the countryside were clogged up with the flow of ecstasy and enchantment. A deep mumble of rapture had begun echoing round the streets of the town. Enormous yells of merriment had ushered their prominence round the skyscrapers of the city.

Letzzzz Enjoy

The import- export of people had become actively prevalent and so maternal and paternal uncles and aunts suffered the utmost of the ridiculous acts of the nephews and nieces. The tourism touts and rest houses had begun earning to their fullest for the surge of excursionists had drowned up the tourist places with the inflow. The visitor stats of forests exceeded the tree census and the human density upon the mountains surpassed the snow cover of the peaks.

The parks and grounds were trembled with free runs. And the chime of glass shattering craved the day due to the newly learnt players. The various clubs in the cities had flooded with a number of membership acquisitions  and the pre- acquired memberships were exploited to the greatest. With the strike of evening, each house summoned an outrage of a fully charged innocent evil that pumped through the kids' bodies. The chit- chats and gossips had increased manifold. And green signs along the names upon the social networking sites had become perpetual. Status updates included signs of independence and liberty. And the photos signified the bashes and  night stays to the minutest of details. All the vacation resolutions had been torn from the thoughts, and not a single goal had been achieved. The evil deeds and pranks stimulated their upholding. 

The errand that alacrity took up had successfully been darted at the very middle. The exuberance, rhapsody, rapture and exultation also succeeded to fulfill their tasks. The stress of the environment blew up like evening pollen grains. The woes of the day were replaced by the joy of the aura. 

But yet a breakthrough too long, had soon retrieved the true fun. The school days had soon climbed upon the cogitations of each child. An urge to meet the buddies had crackled each one with its punch. A kind of affinity to remain busy had developed among school- goers, and so the days of furlough had soon to aroused boredom among the individuals. Each child had soon comprehended the true vitality of schools and colleges.

Playing with friends, enjoying at restaurants, going for a drive had all exceeded the pleasantness, and soon the excitement had begun diminishing. Yet, each child knew that a furlough was vital to uplift their spirits back.

So there had been created a dual impact. The boredom and enjoyment had encompassed each child. The pupil had become perplexed to balance the two. Not being engaged in daily studies had left the children with lots of extra time. And so this was something that set to ablaze the spirit of liveliness among the young adults as well as infants. But at the same time the boredom and separation from certain friends had created a doleful effect.

But on the whole, the most dominant ailment that swayed round the furlough was the cheer and charm. So the vacations are really a must- need kind of, but yet a permanent vacation would definitely demand a breakthrough from the breakthrough itself. So if one has been imparted with a month long break, then one shall enjoy to the fullest, leaving out melancholic thoughts of separations and boredom. One shall eulogize the golden time provided, and do the best that one can do to nurture the immense talents and hobbies in the free time...

So a very happy vacation time to all my  friends, colleagues and each one upon the Blue marble. May sombre be won over by jolly. Have a gala time.......

Attached eternally

 In a heart touching intonation, a sweet voice articulated the cutest of names ever baptized, "Rosy", the voice yelled. And with that, a shrill yet loving bark shook the ambiance with its coarseness. I fidgeted upon my study seat, and then dwindling every single notion, I rushed into the verandah. And the glance of that large black and brown doberman satisfied my urge, and the look of that stout tiny lady calmed my inner being. But I overlooked the calmness and the peace of mind that the sight imparted to me.
I just scampered out of my house and picked up a thin round filth filled stick and threw it at Rosy, she jumped with alacrity and caught the stick into her jaws.
Soon then, the cute little aunt sauntered towards me and stood beside me . And anon the two of us gazed at Rosy. We felt a euphoric scent in the air as Rosy tossed the stick around and then bounced to grab it back. This was the time when a situation at proximity to goosebumps had harbingered. But then the next second Rosy dropped the stick and abruptly rushed towards me as though she was to bit me the very moment. I screeched and held the aunt's arm tightly. She shod Rosy away and patted upon my back and then swirled her fingers into my hair. Her touch was too much of motherly to me. The sense of motherhood for me lied somewhere beneath in her. I felt as though for a moment of being bestowed upon another Mom.
That evening was one of the most memorable evenings spent with that aunt. She was a big no one to me. But the attachment that the evening bought me, accounts to the most miraculous happening. An abrupt sense of resonance was created that emulsified a weird bonding between us. Her touch prickled a vital chord of my emotions and I felt the ever most blissful at the very time.
Then soon it was the time that we be departed. I bade a bye to the aunt and her dog, and then hastened to my study room to prepare for the key-stage- one annual evaluation. Soon it was late enough for my time to lay. I smacked my lips and strained my brain, but I comprehended nothing. I was thinking of the sudden attachment that had been created to that aunt. The way her touch felt warm to me. The way I felt like being patted by her once again.
There was an intimate filament of bondage that had been ushered between us. A bonding, I thought might be immortal. I then wondered that the way my neighbor used to live there for years and I never felt too much attached with the aunt. I stayed awake till a considerable strike of the clock, and then at the very last hoping to take a glance of the lady soon, I mesmerized into the world of fantasies where the three of us played with the sticks. The clock soon traveled its journey, but when it reached dawn, as though the cock didn't crow the very day.
I felt the most anguished moment. The mourn left me spell bound. I felt as thought the Sun shall never rise up again. The night which had just ended, had actually begun in my thoughts. I was sure that the filaments were too tight to be tugged up. But it was the Creator who tangled the threads and cut the minutest of its molecule. I was to end up thinking by the very minute.
The person with whom I had been attached miraculously, was lost within a wink. The most alarming condition ever had struck my heart. That aunt was no more to pat upon me, my heart was no more to be calmed by her sight. The aunt's soul had begun its pilgrimage, leaving the body aside.
I stubbornly asked my parents to permit me to, for the very last time, capture the endearing face of the dearest aunt. So in the very morning I along with my parents walked through the road where I used to play with that aunt. The each patch of the path where the aunt used to stand, paused my beats fora second. I was completely drenched in agony. The most afflicting heart ache had struck my health.
And finally, the view of the body of that aunt froze up my bone marrow. The nerve clenching sight had struck my retina. The aunt seemed the same. As if she laid with her eyelids shut. As though the next moment she shall stretch her arms and then shattering the sloth, would saunter towards me, and grasp my arms as she perpetually used to do. The first time had the 6 year old sighted a dead body. I was like completely menaced from within.
But then I knew that the time shall never rewind back. Never shall I ever be nudged by her again. The wrinkled spongy palms shall never warm my arms. My hair shall never be swirled upon by those tiny fingers. I knew that the the sight that used to calm my heart's urge shall never be summoned anymore.
The grief and despair were harsh enough to dry my tears. I wasn't even able to shed a single pearl off my eyes. I was as though completely lost into some other world. I had lost all my senses.
I monotonously kept gazing at the body of my beloved aunt, until my mother pleaded me to join my hands in prayer at the body of the lady. I did so and then I just hurried out of the grilled house where life had vaporized from the aunt's body . The sight of the body without soul was something that my eyes had experienced for the very first time. It left me shattered. The mourn in the aura was deceived by me just because I was already saturated with desolation.
Since then each moment used to force me to visualize the being of that aunt. I used to dream of the lady at every hour of the proceeding nights. I used to visualize the three of us playing together and the aunt flying off in the sky.
 But the memories of the gala time, dwindled and faded away with my childhood. All the grievances were lighted upon with new colors of mirth. As the cycle moves on, life and death whirl in the channel of life. But still I miss that aunt's smile that had won over my heart, the superficial touch that used to lick my inner soul and the last click that my eye lids had captured of the aunt that once used to live.
             
The motto of this article lies in the deep truth of life, that attachments are not forcibly mend. They are created by the Gods in heaven. But at the same time detachments are too planned out by God.
"Its he who controls our meetings with people,
Its he who builds our life's steeple.
But the attachments too he does hew,
So the leaves detached from the branches must remember,
That it was always he who blew."
So with every shift of the Earth, there's something that we leave behind. Something that used to be dear to us. Something that used to enliven our days. But the wheel of time flickers every  wick and it soon goes off. So the attachments that are made are to detach some day. So we shall amend our self with the time and remember to live every second accepting the new uptakings of life.