#SecondChance-Activity with MaxLife Insurance”

Be ...A Pilot- # Second Chance

There is always a regret in everyone’s life for those moments of past when he or she had a chance or an opportunity to do something in life. But due to the negligence or laziness or let it pass by, one missed the lifetime chance, though it didn’t be understood at that time. Most of us keep a chance or an opportunity on hold to do it “later on”. But this “later on” never returns and it disappears in the stream of time. If we understand, “How disastrous it would be if we miss an opportunity or put on hold for future…?

I remind you the example of The Ramayana, when Ravana was at his death bed; at that time Lord Ram asked his younger brother Lakshman to have some lesson of life from Ravana because he was a scholar. Lakshman stood in front of Ravana’s feet side. Ravana looked at him and smiled. After some moments he told him with a very low voice,” I had a dream to build stairs from the Earth to Heaven, so people can easily travel. But I kept my idea for tomorrow and tomorrow never come. Now I am at the doorstep of death. I have a great regret for it.” And Ravana became silent.

We have only one life and from now we won’t get a second chance for survival of life. But we still have a second chance to do, what we missed. If, I would have a second chance in my life, I would be a Pilot. I had a dream of flying like a bird.

 I had a chance during my graduation, when I saw an Ad on the local newspaper from a flying club for the training of an armature pilot. But there was an entrance test for it. And I successfully passed it. Although I got the scholarship but it wasn’t sufficient for the training because I had to pay some thousands of rupees for some 75 hours of training and my financial condition didn’t allow me to bear such expenses. That dream was hidden behind the bushes of my past. But this topic from Max life Insurance reminds me my  dream of  a pilot and I ties up my shoe laces.

You never believe, Today I get an invite from my batch mate who is now a professional pilot of an international airline. He offers me to join him as a co-pilot in of light plane, though I don’t know the ABC of flying but he knows my dream. What would you say…? It is telepathy or a coincidence…? O.K. you decide and I am on my way to the airport.

I think, every person has many chances in life to fulfill the dreams but again due to keeping the chance for future, One always miss the train. As I did some 3-4 times in my life and let my dreams to shatter. If I would have a second chance, I would like to be a creative fashion designer because creativity is in my blood and I am sure about my success. And I know, I needn't any training for it. My grasping power is excellent, So I don't bother about it.

The  third and  last wish or dream I want to make it real is a creative writer. I have some capability to write articles, poems. But I like to be a travel writer because I am very fond of visiting knew places, historical places .And above all I am very passionate about nature, So whenever I am with nature; I feel like a free human being and I can feel the silence and the whispering voices of nature. I can experience it and give it a shape on paper through my words. Nothing is beautiful and mesmerizing than the Nature.  

 “This post is a part of the #SecondChance activity at BlogAdda in association with MaxLife Insurance”.

Ambi Puri contest- smell and fragrance

Fragrance- Merge into the Soul

Nature has gifted human race with five senses. Sense of Smell is one among of them. Nature adores the human race with nose to smell the smell and fragrances and no doubt the smell of danger too but without the nose. Ami Puri India gives me a chance to find out my liking and disliking about smell and fragrances.

A child enters into the world of smell and fragrances as he appears on the Earth. A person grows up in the surroundings of different type of smell and odors. Anyhow he identifies some smells very clearly, as he supposes to be grown up with that. The first and memorable odor or smell that a person remembers always till the end of his or her life is the smell of mother's milk. He or she is nostalgic for it.

I was trying to search out in the storehouse of my dump memories. No doubt, many old and faded memories of fragrances and smells refreshed my past. One of my wonderful memory that  I am picking for my this blog is-I still remember, How passionate I was for... drinking the she goat milk and the smell of it was...so sweet ...( for me only, generally people avoid to drink this milk only due to it's odor  as I heard that... readers know better.). For me it is very soothing and refreshing to recall the past because this memory has a very special place in my heart and life- that is related to my Grand Maa too. I want to share it with my readers. My grand maa gave me a big glass of fresh milk and that was fully filled and the 1-2 inch of froth layer was floating over the milk. Drinking that milk was fun for me...As I finished drinking the milk a white mustach appeared at my upper lip. I looked like a cartoon and my grand maa always laughed at me and I felt happy to see my face in the mirror.

The significance of smell is very important among animal kingdom. How a mother can identify her offspring in a herd...? All animals and the offspring look alike. Probably every animal has a specific smell that helps the animal to reach to the particular animal. Many insects reach to their food with the help of the smell of the food, no matter how far the food is...? Every living segment of this Earth inherent a peculiar smell or fragrance that helps in the evolution of life, And due to this smell only a male and a female attracts to each other and helps in the existence of life.

The odor I like the most and it is still intact to my soul and it will remain till my life is a very unique type and it is only one of its own kind. If, I am not mistaken…, Every Indian likes this smell more or less because it signifies the Nation India. This smell has been attracting me since my childhood and it has been the part of my everlasting memories. Whenever the first shower of rainy season touches the soil and the warm bed spread of the Earth becomes wet and cool for a while, an excellent and unusual type of smell erupts from the soil - this odor is beyond comparison. I always inhale this odor and my soul merges into it. I think every Indian like this odor; although this magic is created by some bacteria but it spells bound me. It has given a very special name in Hindi- “Mitti Ki Saundhi-Saundhi Khusbu". Next time whenever first shower meet to the Indian soil in the rainy season, try only once to smell this fragrance .You will feel the smell of Indian Soil and will be proud to be an Indian.

My first poem-I alone.

                                                      

I alone

ignorant of the way:

On the path of life,

with a caravan of dream

Move on.

The storm rising on the way;

scattered the dreams away.

Again

with a will together;

them together.

I alone

Trade on the solitary land;

Sometimes,

Along the murmuring stream of passion;

Sometimes,

preaching the sorrowing woods

On the way

offering all the dreams.

I alone

with the ray of hope:

On the dark path;

En candle   the lamps of Hope

Fill all the hearts with mirth;

move on.

And  

determined to make my own

the agony of others.

I alone

Carrying sweet smell of livings;

make the path sweet scented'

Having goal world

to all fragrance scatter on.

Desirous of sweeping away

the woos of Earth.

I alone 

Ignorant of destination;

On my way 

Move on

I alone.

I alone.

( This is my first poem - I wrote it when I was in 12th -I don't my this effort is in right path or I should stop writing poem in English.I need your comment to know about my writings.Waiting for your reaction.Veena Sethi.)