Writing things down helps you remember them later, but it's also a great way to keep yourself from getting distracted. If you often find your mind wandering when it should be focused on the task at hand, keep a "procrastination pad" to jot down those fleeting thoughts and look them up later.
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Cultural events, feasts add to grandeur of pandals - Times of India
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Cultural events, feasts add to grandeur of pandals Times of India KANPUR: The Durga pandals witnessed a heavy rush of devotees, who came to seek the blessings of the goddess on Maha Saptami on Friday. Saptami marks the beginning of ceremonial cycle of Durga Puja, followed by traditional worship. The cultural ... First Durga puja in Kolkata red light areaZee News Behind the Scenes: Durga Puja PreparationsWall Street Journal all 262 news articles » |
Truth
I went questing for truth in the world like a knight, with set jaw and drawn sword. Ready to scale mountains and slay dragons in their dens. As if truth were a phlegmatic princess, captive, inert and awaiting deliverance. I found it not. I went haggling for truth in the marketplace like a shrill housewife, beady-eyed and tight of fist. Trading insults and scorn. As if truth were a loaf of bread or a ruby-red pomegranate to bargain for. I found it not. I went begging for truth like a vagabond, with bare feet, tangled hair and a piteous expression. As if truth were a susceptible kinsman with philanthropic tendencies. I found it not. So weary with questing, and barter and plea, emptied by failure I called off the search. Leaned my forehead against the window, and looked out on a moonless night, too tired for thought. I watched as the stars came out, like so many lights on so many distant porches. I stood as quiet witness. And I do not know why somehow this — was enough.
Leaves
Only the arrogant say they do not have time.
Look out the window now and consider this:
You’ve stared at an expressionless screen
And played an unmusical keyboard all day
While the leaves, the leaves on the old oak
Have been feasting on sunlight, yes, chomping
With great relish, and pausing occasionally to
Sip a bit of water from the great tumbler of earth.
Only the ungrateful refuse food at a banquet,
And those fasting in remembrance (Which are you?)
The wise leaves know to eat, drink, and be merry.
Wordless they bless the life around them, while
You my friend, are just so busy being busy.