Life seems to be so simple at the first few years of your birth, even though we don't know at that age what life is? In fact, we have never ever found the reason of our existence, yet some people explain it as a complex process of going through a cycle of birth and death, it is far more vast than that simple definition. In this post we will see what life can be best explained as. This post is a bit technical in the way it shows the analogy of a computer program running on a system with a human's life. It's going to be interesting for you. Keep reading.
Monday, June 25, 2012
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Death follows Life - Another Perspective
A tiny rose blossoms and saw the first day of his life, it was excited
to see the first rays of Sun and wanted to get all of it on itself......
Then came a bee, it flew over it and sings a song...
Then came a butterfly, it sits over it and dance......
Then came a child he looks at the rose.....and smiled at it....
then he came near to it, slowly took his hand near the flower..
....
and plucked it.............................. .............................. .......
Alas! the life of rose ended with it's birth, it wanted to live and grow...
it wanted to be of some help to bees and butterflies.......but......
Alas! it ended by a foe whose father had worked hard to make it grow...
Then came a bee, it flew over it and sings a song...
Then came a butterfly, it sits over it and dance......
Then came a child he looks at the rose.....and smiled at it....
then he came near to it, slowly took his hand near the flower..
....
and plucked it..............................
Alas! the life of rose ended with it's birth, it wanted to live and grow...
it wanted to be of some help to bees and butterflies.......but......
Alas! it ended by a foe whose father had worked hard to make it grow...
Monday, May 21, 2012
A Girl That Lived
There are issues that need to be resolved, but many times life give you a chance to wait and ponder over somethings that are not very important. There are many questions that remain unanswered just because they meant nothing important for you. Far far away, back in the time, I was walking with my stick in my hand, my back arched a little. I was somewhat in my eighties at that time. I wasn't a man, in fact I was an old woman. I remember, about some eighty or eighty two years back, I was a girl. A girl with smile on her face and dreams in her eyes. I was just 6-7 years old at that time. I was a girl, and being a girl, I was considered a burden on my parents. The reason was obvious and it was the society, that associate girl with money at the time of her marriage. My parents were not so rich. We were common peoples.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Desperation - A Love Story : Final Episode
Hi Friends! This is the final episode of my story. Read this final part ......
Labels:
Desperation,
Fiction,
Life,
Love,
Story
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