I’m a gardener Mentor. I try and die the seeds to make Dreams grow into ambitions, translating into Vision, mission, goals, objectives, action plans, biz, marketing plans etal.
In my efforts, sometimes I come across very distressed mentees. I have to work on making the soil good as they have rocky soil of past bad experiences, thorny soil which does not allow seeds to germinate, or find soil. I spend 5, 13, 26, 52 weeks depending upon the STATE, and SITUATION.
I Sometimes come across Sand, silt or clay land or simply rocky land. Rarely I find delta land ( usualy in C Suite execs) which is fertile . Each gets a different mentor treatment.
It works. There are failures too. As the mentorees stop responding and throw seeds on footpath – it is eaten by birds and pigeons.
In one case, after sowing 150 revenue ideas and rigorously, tilling the land I found failure. I decided to move on. As the farmer/ mentoree just did not understand and allowed my gardening efforts fail.
Sad but true! It happens.
Gardener then moves on too…
These phrases sometimes set the tone for my day and invoke creative juices, new ideas, thoughts and sometimes prose, sometimes verses flow 🙂
Wow, does that work?
Outcome of a bad start from a bad previous night and the hangover effect which does not come down even after Worcestershire sauce !
I use this small hack I call as Tantra whenever I have a Bad BAd or Sad SAD day.
Someone once gifted me a Bible, and I have a childhood ShrimadbhagwatGita.
I open a page to read a Verse or a Shloka.
Yesterday, was one such day. I went to my daily morning walks and stopped for taking some change at the Tea Shop. The devout guy was lighting Agarbatti/ Incense to Lord Ganpati, Goddess Saraswati and Goddess Lakshmi. I said, Good Omen ( Yes, even a Skeptic on a bad bad sad sad day can become believer ! ).
I read the following
2 Kings 2:18Passage: When they returned to Elisha, who was staying in Jericho, he said to them, “Didn’t I tell you not to go?”
And from Gita came
dhyaayato vishayaanh pumsah sangasteshhupajaayate |
sangaath samjaayate kaamah kaamaath krodho abhijaayate ||
A Shloka – my father taught me at the Age 7.
When a person dwells longingly on sense objects, an inclination towards them is generated.
This inclination develops into desire and desire gives rise to anger.
I got my messages – Strong and Clear. By evening I had put them to use and had Peace of mind and a good night’s sleep. Everything became alright.
Wanna try – Please do. It works for me every time.
I like these randomly generated sentences. See what I fond today. They are great creativity exercise. Words in Bold are my thoughts. 🙂
The between the lines word reader, Mean Meaning Making mind of mine found something. Guess what? Ignore, Neglect to Kill ! 🙂 Happened to you any time? Well, it does happen to me all the time . 🙂
I found this sentence very interesting. Did you? Provokes thoughts, No? I am called a Provocative Coach, who challenges coachees, mentees all the time with such and other questions 🙂 🙂
To end, I know many in India consider it a Bad Omen if a Cat – especially a black cat crosses the road. This morning coming back from my walk, I noticed a Golden yellow colored cute cat, waiting to cross the road, I stopped in my tracks, the Skeptic in me said, “Move on, you are a skeptic, don’t have these thoughts, there is no such thing as BAD OMEN! ”
AND,…. What happened was hilarious…..
…………………… The Cute Golden Yellow color Cat
Simply nodded at me – as if saying – you cross first – I don’t believe in Bad Omens either 🙂
I crossed the road and saw the cat also coolly crossing the road. 🙂
Just wondering how well or badly the day pans out 🙂
See the eating of the teacher,
I think he’s angry at the imaginary creature.
He finds it hard to see the tissue,
Overshadowed by the heavy gnu.
Who is that flying near the rat?
I think she’d like to eat the doormat.
She is but an intelligent woman,
Admired as she sits upon a noblewoman.
Her gentle car is just a turtle,
It needs no gas, it runs on pirtle.
She’s not alone she brings a sheep,
a pet pig, and lots of weep.
The pig likes to chase a monkey,
Especially one that’s in the flunky.
The teacher shudders at the fancy pig
He want to leave but she wants the rig.
Whose rock is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite happy though.
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,
I watch him laugh. I cry hello.
He gives his rock a shake,
And laughs until her belly aches.
The only other sound’s the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.
The rock is bright, funny and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
After cake and lots of sleep.
Sweet dreams come to him cheap.
He rises from his gentle bed,
With thoughts of kittens in his head,
He eats his jam with lots of bread.
Ready for the day ahead.
With thanks to the poet, Robert Frost, for the underlying structure.
Teelo Teelo was thinking about Heart Break again. Heart was a cold-blooded juggler with pursed lips and Teelo Teelo had self cause hurt to his fingers.
Teelo walked over to the window and reflected on his Odorless surroundings. He had always loved The Dark Skies with its filthy, fried Universe, Full of Stars, Self Illuminated and those shining with reflected Glory. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel concerned.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a cold-blooded figure of Heart Break.
Teelo gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. She was a snotty, scheming, beer drinker with skinny body and slimy, sweaty palms. His friends saw her as a testy, tough teacher. Once, she had even rescued an ashamed old man from a road accident.
But not even a snotty person who had once rescued an ashamed old man from a road adccident, was prepared for what Heart had in store today.
The clouds danced like gyrating pigeons, making Teelo sparkly. Teelo grabbed a crumpled guillotine that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Teelo stepped outside and Heart came closer, he could see the vague glint in her eye.
Heart glared with all the wrath of 4432 clumsy squidgy snakes. She said, in hushed tones, “I hate you but I want xoxo.”
Teelo looked back, even more sparkly and still fingering the crumpled guillotine. “Heart, I bid you adiós, adieu, addio, adeus. … aloha. … arrivederci. … ciao. … auf Wiedersehen. … au revoir. … bon voyage. … sayonara,” he replied.
They looked at each other with calm feelings, like two flabby, flipping frogs thinking at a very arrogant disco, which had trance music playing in the background and two spiteful uncles chatting to the beat.
Teelo studied Heart’s sticky lips and hurt fingers. Eventually, he took a deep breath. “I’m sorry,” began Teelo in apologetic tones, “but I don’t feel the same way, and I never will. I just don’t hate you Heart.”
Heart looked lonely, her emotions raw like a kooky, kaleidoscopic knife.
Teelo could actually hear Heart’s emotions shatter into 4863 pieces. Then the cold-blooded juggler hurried away into the distance.
Not even a drink of beer would calm Teelo’s nerves tonight.
And during the hard negotiation, due to my straight talk my friend became afraid and thought I would burst like a cracker or a bomb now 🙂 🙂 That changed the morning mood somewhat.
It is fruitless to become lachrymose over precipitately departed lacteal fluids.
Don’t cry over spilled milk
The stylus is more potent than the dirk.
The pen is more powerful than the sword.
All articles that coruscate with resplendence are not truly auriferous.
Those who bask in reflected glory with no self illuminations masquerade as celebrities
All that glitters isn’t gold.
Male cadavers are incapable of yielding testimony.
Dead men don’t talk.
Individuals who make their abode in vitreous edifices would be advised to refrain from catapulting projectiles. I like this the most 🙂
People who live in glasshouses shouldn’t throw stones.
Missiles of ligneous or petrous consistency have the potential of fracturing my osseous structure, but appellations will remain sempiternally innocuous.
Sticks and stones can break my bones, but names will never hurt me.
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Whose Husky Ms. Voice Tonality is that?
I think I know.
Its owner is quite sad though.
It really is a tale of woe,
I watch her frown. I cry hello.
She gives her Nasal Tonality a shake,
And sobs until the tears make.
The only other sound’s the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.
The Voice Tonality is petite and young.
dusky demure and deep,
But she has friends to keep,
Until then she shall not sleep.
She lies in bed with wounds that weep.
She rises from her sulking bed,
With thoughts of chaotic madness in her head,
She idolises being a Rising Star.
Facing the day with never-ending yet, Far.
With thanks to the poet, Robert Frost, for the underlying structure.
See the trotting of the River,
I think he’s angry at the mclvor.
He finds it hard to see the lake,
Overshadowed by the funny strip steak.
Who is that crawling near the pond?
I think she’d like to eat the beyond.
She is but a secret Sea,
Admired as she sits on an esprit.
Her happy car is just a flamingo,
It needs no gas, it runs on Domingo.
She’s not alone she brings a pond,
a pet shark, and lots of gond.
The shark likes to chase a fish,
Especially one that’s in the quish.
The River shudders at the bright crocodile
He wants to leave but she wants the restyle.
I Did It!
On 13th May I began writing this blog again – regularly.
This month I resolved to learn again and I enrolled for 10 UDEMY online courses. It is a wonderful feeling of FINISHIATIVE when I completed the new learning, new knowledge I gained. I know at 65 years of age, it does not qualify me for another job role in any corporate but the feeling of Self Fulfillment स्वान्तः सुखाय (the way Goswami Tulsidas wrote Ramayana – For स्वान्तः सुखाय not for others but it became the Holy book for Hindus), it is that feeling.
Life is so predictable
And it is vicious
Where is privacy
When my brain is
visible in their computers.
Capitalists and profiteers
And their slavish professors
And the cash burning advertisers
Work overtime these days
To get the To the top slice
of the brain of the Customer
Who was once the King !
How’s That? (See, I was a leftist eccentric once) 🙂
Daydreamer. Writer. Translator. Editor. Violinist. Bookworm. Anime fan. Beatle-maniac. Japanese & French learner. Murakami admirer. Turkish girl in Ottawa.
The Anguish of an Oyster
My soul reaches for you
while my idle hands
dangle at my sides.
Whenever I sip the black of the night,
I drink to you.
So many suns have passed over us;
now I’m neither young nor old.
Yet, I still carry your knot
on my throat
and your fire in my heart.
What if the decayed internal ate the solution?
The regal game watches into the subdued professor.
When you release your emotions onto a blank page and then admire from afar, you get a sense of perspective. You are able to reflect back on circumstances and situations that led to what inspired you.
I know that for me, I started writing poetry that reflected the dismal and dreary mood I stayed stuck in this negative whirlwind. I wrote such painful emotions in several journals. Here’s an example of some of the earlier poems I wrote:
Gloom becomes my companion
Days filled with feeling darkness
Depression is my veil
Creeping up inside are my moments
Where shadows overcome and prevail
Days occurring more often
They have become the tests that have left me with visible scars
My wounds run deep
It is too painful to handle
I welcome sleep
Just some random thoughts that crossed my mind, some with reason, some without reason. I like Dr. Edward De Bono and his Lateral Thinking techniques. I especially like the Random Object technique of attribute listing.
Here I use these one-liners as Random Input sentences and relate them to a Problem with a Problem-solving objective in mind. Worth a try.
It did help me.
Some of these random phrases tell us the course of actions or how the day will unfold.
Take today’s example
Dropping Like Flies
To fall down ill or
to die in large numbers.
Fortunately, No one died, but because of the biorhythm changes, someone fell sick suddenly. All well no.
Happy as a Clam
Talk the Talk
Supporting what you say,
not just with words,
but also through action or evidence.
I am doing an online UDEMY course refresher on NLP by Kain Ramsay. It came so cheap! Rs. 640 for nearly 120 videos and articles. And the trainer Kain is so wonderful. He taught something today and I put it in practice. It was about how NLP practitioners abuse, misuse and manipulate sometimes. I followed the herd and tried. It came true in actions and evidence.
Amazing Phrases – randomly chosen in the morning.
Sometimes these random phrases in the morning give me an indication of how the day will progress. I am a believer in “Things Average out” concept and they generally do. Some days are like a Dog’s day when nothing goes wrong and some when nothing does.
Frankly, in 15 years of blogging and in my third attempt at WordPress from last year I never watched the Views, Likes, Comments numbers. Last month on 13th May something triggered and I began writing regularly. What it is doing is astonishing to me and I owe my gratitude to the Viewers, my friendly commentators and Readers, Followers and those I am following for this. Keeps me Inspired.
Reached 10000 total views , 3014 likes and 208 comments. Incredible. My Grateful thanks. Thank you for keeping me motivated and inspired by what I read in your blogs and generate new ideas for mine.
I still do,
not that frequently.
Now Home, TV, LAPTOP
screen bind me.
I always thought
The Sky is
An Empty Wall.
One day I shall
find my space there
I shall write my name
on that wall.
Then I shall be known
As a Self-luminous Star
And a Christian friend
Gave a Bible as Gift.
I read the page
How you have
fallen from heaven,
son of the dawn!
You have been cast down
to the earth,
you who once
laid low the nations!
It gave birth to my first
Poetry at 15 whose Punchline was
A teaching from my First Mentor
Realise Mastery in Servitude.
I pay my gratitude to Nirant for nominating me for the Liebster Award. I appreciate the trust that you have on me. He is indeed a unique writer. Thanks a ton. Buddies, it is time you take a glance at his blogs. You will not get back unsatisfied! PS: I take on awards, not for […]
As I said to you
you said goodbye;
I bit my tongue.
watched you walk away,
among the crowd.
the streetlights shone
on your back a while,
made me want to run
after you, and catch you.
if only my courage
didn’t die with a flicker.
you slowly disappeared
behind my tears.
but did you know
only in your smile?
that’s why I dissolved
in a street, full of people;
when you said goodbye.