Life of Positivity

Fate… Destiny? Really? What are these? You may say – the end or the conclusion, wanted or unwanted.

A wanted conclusion is a result of wishful thinking. You’ve got to let it all out. Let people know what you want to do and your vibes and their energy trigger brain waves that start getting together to give you what you want. The stronger is the power of that wish, the more are the chances of it coming true. Nothing is fate.

We create our own destiny with our deeds. The better you are with people, the better your end will be. All life form ends and so must you. The difference is in the way it ends. The more humility that the life carries, the more respectful is the death. Nothing remains after you’re gone but your thoughts which portray your legacy.

The stronger is the motto of your life, more are the chances of you leading your life living it. And in this process, we impact others. The more positive are your thoughts, even more positive are the people around you. You are the energy you emit.

In short, just be good. Nothing works better for you than yourself. You lay your own foundations and end up building your own house on it. Stronger the foundation, stronger the house. Let this house be the home for your dreams. Let this house affect your thoughts in all it’s positivity. Live your dream, for it’s only you that turn them true!

Lets see what others have to say about this –

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  2. SOCIETY’S CREATION: BEAUTY STANDARDS | She Writes
  3. Impressions of poverty | AS I PLEASE
  4. Daily Prompt: Que Sera Sera- Why we don’t achieve our goals | Journeyman
  5. It’s Your Choice | Musings | WANGSGARD
  6. Is it a destiny I control or fate or a bit of both? | Purplesus’ Blog
  7. Daily Prompt…. Que Sera Sera? | The Ambitious Drifter
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  9. We are what we are | Attempted Human Relations and Self
  10. “Que Sera Sera” – A poem | The Bohemian Rock Star’s “Untitled Project”
  11. Taking Control – Character’s Choices Shape Stories, Not Fate | My Little Avalon
  12. Invictus? I think not…. | I’m a Writer, Yes I Am
  13. destiny | yi-ching lin photography
  14. DP Daily Prompt: Qeu Sera Sera | Sabethville
  15. on a scale from walking | y
  16. Daily Prompt: Que Sera Sera « cognitive reflection
  17. Destiny | swiggityswag
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  19. Anthem of the oppressed | Perspectives on life, universe and everything
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  22. In Search of the Star: A Filipino Catholic from Saudi Meets an American Jew from Bosotn | Kosher Adobo
  23. Daily prompt: Que sera sera | I really just pretend to know stuff
  24. This Too Shall End | Losing It
  25. Daily Prompt: Que Pawera Pawera | Love your dog
  26. Que Sera Sera? | Hope* the happy hugger
  27. Zig-Zag « Averil Dean
  28. Fate had naff-all to do with that. And OMG but T2 was freaking awesome… | thoughtsofrkh
  29. Zombie Planes and Fate: Driving My Life with Purpose « psychologistmimi
  30. Fate, Faith and Excuses (Or the Man With the Funny Hat) | jigokucho
  31. Choose, but Choose Wisely | Green Embers
  32. I Had BEST See A Return On My Investment!!!! | Because It Calms My Nerves:
  33. Finding No Such As ‘Fate’ | Awake & Dreaming
  34. Daily Prompt: Fate vs. Free Will | Raevenly Writes
  35. “Kay who, who?” | Relax
  36. We do have choice | Lisa’s Kansa Muse
  37. Call it what you will | From One Crazy Life To Another
  38. Whatever Will Be | Flowers and Breezes
  39. Fate, Destiny, Kismet – Love, Sex & Poetry (Daily Prompt – Que Sera Sera) | Linda Long Writes!
  40. of nasty things, like sex and masturbation | Anawnimiss
  41. God And Fish and The Daily Prompt | The Jittery Goat
  42. Fate or Destiny? | The Land Slide Photography
  43. Daily Prompt: Que Sera Sera | Basically Beyond Basic
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  45. Whatever will be will be | Willow’s Corner
  46. Old Soul: Daily Prompt | ALIEN AURA’S BLOG: IT’LL BLOW YOUR MIND!
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  49. Daily Prompt: Que Sera Sera | Ramblings of A Nonsensical Nerd
  50. What Will be, Will be? | Cheri Speak
  51. Daily Prompt: Que Sera Sera « Mama Bear Musings
  52. Waiting for the rain | The Seminary of Praying Mantis
  53. Fate Chance Luck | Real Life Co.
  54. “Just Do It” But Hope for A Little Bit of Luck | Parents Are People Too
  55. Un Poco (a little) | djgarcia94
  56. Daily Prompt: Que Sera Sera | My Atheist Blog
  57. DAILY PROMPT: Que Sera Sera, Siempre por Siempre | Fit 4 Life, LLC
  58. I Control My Life | Knowledge Addiction
  59. This Post Comes with a Warning Label . . . | janeyinmersin
  60. the way you do the things you do | eastelmhurst.a.go.go
  61. Que Sera Sera | manmadeoceans
  62. You can’t sit forever on destiny’s safe little shelf – | The Flavored Word
  63. Destiny? | Tea & Paper
  64. Daily Prompt: March 26 | Balmy Life
  65. Que Sera Sera | Lead us from the Unreal to the Real
  66. I Believe in Resillence….(WP Daily Prompt) | Daily Observations
  67. Everything Has Changed | A Good One
  68. Textured Captures: Sand & Stone | LenzExperiments
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  70. Fate or Destiny…Can It Be Controlled? | Our Baby Dreams
  71. Daily Prompt: Que Sera Sera – I Quit My Job | A Note From Jenn
  72. Daily Prompt: Time Can’t Be Rewritten | Blackbird’s Nest
  73. Daily Prompt: Passenger Seat | Cabernet In The Dark
  74. Fated? | Kate Murray
  75. I control my destiny | Asianchemnerd
  76. Daily Prompt: Being Destined! | All Things Cute and Beautiful
  77. Moments of Fate | A.C. Melody
  78. Daily Prompt: Que Sera Sera | hlpetersen
  79. Luck lurks | Emotional Fitness
  80. Que Sera Sera (Daily Prompt) | Roving Bess
  81. Que Sera Sera | fromdublintoparis
  82. Old Faces | Writing and Works
  83. Who’s that knocking on the door? | Chasing Rabbit Holes
  84. My Choices | My Author-itis
  85. B.Kaotic
  86. Daily Prompt: Que Sera Sera | Just Be V
  87. The illusion of Control | Living with Post Concussion Syndrome
  88. I’m a Freebird | Nodus Tollens
  89. Daily Prompt: Que sera, sera | MARGARET ROSE STRINGER
  90. When (Fate/Destiny, Choose One) Hands You Lemons… | by LRose
  91. A Few of My Favorite Things…. | Coffee Crumbs
  92. Sentimental Journey | Speculative Paradigm Shifts
  93. One man’s miracle… | Trucker Turning Write
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  96. Que Sera Sera | Alexia Jones
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  98. Fate Or Destiny Or Whatever? | Edward Hotspur
  99. Que Sera sera | Learning From Life
  100. Daily Prompt: Que Sera Sera | tnkerr-Writing Prompts and Practice
  101. Making Sense of the Chaos | Wiley’s Wisdom
  102. Submitted | iPhotography
  103. Whatever Will Be, Will Be | Ms. Raven Marie
  104. Daily prompt: Probably depends on the day… | helen meikle’s scribblefest
  105. Che Sarà, Sarà | Musings of a Wallflower
  106. Jenna and the Train to Paris – A Continuation | When the Door Closes
  107. Wyrd | loveletterstoaghost
  108. The Dabbit | SPCSA – Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Stuffed Animals
  109. Where has the year gone?! | jackthecurious
  110. Daily Prompt: What Ever Will Be…Will Have To Be | Morrighan’s Muse
  111. World’s Apart Cannot Separate My Heart‏ | In Harmony

SAVE ME – II

There she lay abreast the automatic sliding door of the hospital where she mumbled – SAVE ME!! She had dragged herself to there, was visibly out of breath and was quite sure, she felt no air around her.

The guard wasn’t available but the receptionist Rebecca who had quick eyes, spotted a body at the front door.  She ran and cried out for someone to help her pick the body up. Satisfied that the injured was still breathing, they quickly moved the patient into a secluded ward where she underwent her inspection for external injuries. While calling the head doctor, the juniors started to do the needful with tears in their eyes resigned to her oncoming fate. She wouldn’t survive – was a tale being told by their sorry eyes. Amongst the frantic screaming and calling, she broke the silence – “Please call my husband” – and fainted again. A phone fell out of her hand and the staff quickly found the number of her husband who was immediately called.

The husband who had run scared, around the city all night, petrified by what may have happened, picked up the call –

“Hi, I’m Rebecca calling from Sanct Hospital at Samp and we have a woman who has saved your number as her husband. Could you please arrive here as soon as possible? She’s badly hurt.” Click!

A car screeched on the front drive way 10 minutes later and out jumped 2 men and ran towards the emergency ward. They knew the hospital well and didn’t seem to care for directions. Gaurav and Amit weren’t phased by the security guard who had chased them since they had broken one of the barriers down at the main gate.

Amit entered the ward, found her unconscious, went close to her and with his fluttering hands, he touched her forehead. She didn’t move. He bent down to get closer, touched her hands unrepelled by the stink, all he felt was a sorry saga on her injured body. He immediately understood what may have went down.

How could he wake her up? Her sleep now was killing him. He started rubbing her cold hands too frightened to try anything else. He could see everything around but could feel only her. He knew she will wake up but how? He dug his right hand behind her neck, picked her up carefully and kissed her nape. He felt a pressure on his other palm. He slowly picked his head and saw her eyes fluttering desperate for a vision. He moved in front of her and she had tears of pain. He knew it all but all he could say was – “Baby, it’s gonna be alright!” She fainted again. He dropped her hands and ran for the doctor who had created a commotion outside.

“I can only start the treatment when the cops have arrived. I can’t touch or analyze her till I have a written permission from the police. She may still have clues on her about what may have happened.”

Amit replied – “She will die before they arrive. Why is she not being taken care of? You want money, here have it all but start the god damn treatment.” He pulled out his wallet.

He went on to  shove the doctor inside the ward with all his power with Gaurav and all other shell-shocked staff looking on. He was just way too frightened to respond to Amits call for help. When he did come to his senses, he stood as the guard outside the ward to not let any unwanted person inside. Both the men understood, the best way to handle this situation is to not let it get out of their hands.

Amit registered the patient as Maya. The cops hadn’t reached and they could still decide, depending on how Maya was doing, whether to register a complaint or not. He went in. Another hour passed and no cops had shown up. They were all starting to lose hope. Gaurav meanwhile ran for the cops.

Suddenly Maya woke up again. Amit was staring deep into her eyes. Both of them had tears rolling down their cheeks, not of pain but love. She knew she was safe now. Amit saw the unwavering strength in her eyes and got convinced of her survival. All he had to do now was to get the moron doctor on her case to start inspecting her for internal injuries. She slept again.

Amit started – “Doctor, even if the police don’t come in soon enough, you aren’t destroying any evidence. Please for Gods sake start the investigation for internal injuries”.

Doctor answered – “As much as you care about her, I do too but this is a big hospital and we have protocols to keep up and in such cases we can’t touch her before we have cops here.”

Amit was furious and shouted – “What if she dies?”

The doctor looked at Amit whose hands were trembling with fury and Gaurav who had now entered the ward to give a helping hand. Doctor picked up his cell and called his superior who told him to start the investigation remaining very careful to not let any evidence get destroyed.

Maya was then moved to ICU and even in her sleep looked assuring about her will to live.

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To read the first part, please click here – SAVE ME – I

This is my first ever attempt at serious writing. I know it may not seem much and seem much less than what our seasoned bloggers may have achieved, but please try to give all your feedback. I would appreciate every comment and feedback, good or bad and try to improve in the coming parts in the series. Thank You for reading this. Cheers!

Shopping and Credit

Yup. We went SHOPPING. We went shopping after SUCH a long while, it felt as if it had been decades before we actually visited a mall leave alone any brand store. Did a lot. BOUGHT a LOT.

Such a RELIEF it was.

Got some bare essentials, some apparel, some accessories and a question – does everyone feel the same, I mean relieved, after shopping? It has never never happened to me before, as the more expensive the products got, the happier I was. It was like a slap on fates face just to show – how it can be done and how things are ever improving. The more I’m being pushed down, the better I’m springing up. It was like a huge stride in my life to buy some of the stuff that I had only dreamt about in my boyhood days. Although, the best relief was to see my wife smiling so much after a very simple affair like a hair wash at L’Oreals. It’s so difficult to forget that face and those hair of course. And she bought a ton of other things too.

It was a beautiful evening with the sun peeping through the clouds. The weather was surprisingly cold for May 11 in Delhi as we were easily able to roam around without any covers and to our comfort, it even rained in the evening making the weather so much cooler and windier. It was like a day meant to start turning the tides in my life. The start of the crests after a prolonged season full of troughs. I don’t say all this on the back of the power of money but all of it felt really positive. I felt I could do something – something to cheer my wife on. It has been so gloomy, the last couple of months that such rays of sunshine were really welcomed. The vibes were good, we had a good time after ages and watched a movie, that too after a while.

Although I spent a lot, for the first time in my life, I wasn’t crying spending all of it. No regrets. And in the parking lot, I just said, fuck the credit. It felt really good to say it for I know how quintessential credit is for a better life but, I am now starting to believe credit is bad and it’s a pain in the ass than anything else. Your whole life starts revolving around the payments that you gotta make the next month or the EMI’s that’ll get deducted every 1st of your month making the joy of a salary credit in your account, so much more flawed and short-lived.

Anyone else feels the same?