Imagine my imagination.. J. Lenon did!

Imagine there's no Heaven

It's easy if you try

No hell below us

Above us only sky

Imagine all the people

Living for today

Imagine there's no countries

It isn't hard to do

Nothing to kill or die for

And no religion too

Imagine all the people

Living life in peace

You may say that I'm a dreamer

But I'm not the only one

I hope someday you'll join us

And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions

I wonder if you can

No need for greed or hunger

A brotherhood of man

Imagine all the people

Sharing all the world

You may say that I'm a dreamer

But I'm not the only one

I hope someday you'll join us

And the world will live as one

What hurts the most...

I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house

that don’t bother me.

I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out.

I am not afraid to cry every once in a while.

There are days every now and again I pretend I am okay,

But that’s not what gets me.

What hurts the most was

…being so close

…and having so much to say

…and watching you walk away

... Rascal Flatts

King of Tragedy

This is a story of man who grabbed my attention even when i was a kid. I read through his story and this is a small summary. Just read through his story patiently and i will reveal his name... i just wonder how many of you could rightly guess who he is while reading his story.
He was born in london in the late 1880s. His mother and father got sperated when he was less than three. Father was an alcoholic and died when he was twelve. Mother was mentally retarded and was sent to an asylum, and he had a careless step mother and a rude half-brother, lived a life which was dictated by poverty, added to all the troubles, he was born in the era when the great london plauge took place, which swept his shelter away in Kensington Road, London. What else can cause a little child more distress than this. At the sweet age of going to school, this kid had to work hard to get the bread and keep his life going while working towards his career. He was successful in his career as an actor. The poverty that he faced as a kid had an influence on his roles in his movies. Though he ended up in political controversies during his later years, it is not something that could take away the longest standing ovation from the crowd when he recieved honorary oscar award during his later years. When he received that award he was asked to speak and he said "you are all lovely people.. thank you" with tears rolling down his eyes, and that was humble enough.
You might be wondering who this man is. Just before revealing the person i am speaking about, i would like to say that he is truly a role model, a perfect gentleman, he has been kind to the then rude humanity, learnt to laugh... and to make others laugh and laugh and laugh... He himself described his debut attire in the movie "tramp" as a poet, a romantic fellow, a lonely person, an adventurist and many more... and yes he truly is.... Charlie Chaplin! Not many of us realise he was not only the actor for his movies, but directed most of them and more interestingly, the music scores were his compositions. His act in the movie "modern times" especially singing "je cherche apres titine" in Gibberish, his skating acts, his romantic moves, his escape sequences, his running and his innocent looks... all his acts just force me take my hat off.. the chaplin way!

Story of a Kid

The following story from an unknown author has not been substantiated but I like the underlying fact in the story… which is “A PERSON’S WILL-POWER, COURAGE, FAITH AND HOPE ARE VERY CLOSELY LINKED TO THE NATURE OF THE PERSON AT HEART”. I personally cant exhibit the sort of faith Tess has exhibited in the story below for the mere fact that I am just not comparable to her at heart!

Tess was a precocious eight-year-old when she heard her Mom and Dad talking about her little brother Andrew. All she knew was that he was very sick and they were completely out of money. They were moving to an apartment next month because Daddy didn't have the money for the doctor's bills and the house too. Only a very costly surgery could save him now and it was looking like there was no one to loan them the money. She heard Daddy say to her tearful Mother with whispered desperation, "Only a miracle can save him now."Tess went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. She poured all the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes. Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to the local Rexall Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief sign above the door. She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention but he was very busy at this moment. Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good. Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it!  "And what do you want?" the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. I'm talking to my brother --- here from Chicago whom I haven't seen in ages, "he said without waiting for a reply to his question. "Well, I want to talk to you about my brother," Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. "He's really --- really sick --- and I want to buy a miracle."  "I beg your pardon?" said the pharmacist. "His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle cost?""We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry but I can't help you, the pharmacist said, softening a little. "Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs." The pharmacist's brother was a well-dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, "What kind of a miracle does your brother need?" "I don't know," Tess replied with her eyes welling up. "I just know he's really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my money". "How much do you have?" asked the man from Chicago. "One dollar and eleven cents," Tess answered barely audible. "And it's all themoney I have, but I can get some more if I need to. ”Well, what a
coincidence," smiled the well-dressed man, "A dollar and eleven cents - the exact price of a miracle for little brothers!" He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said "Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let's see if I have the kind of miracle you need." That well-dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing in neurosurgery. The operation was completed without charge and it wasn't long until Andrew was home again and doing well. Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place. "That surgery," her Mom whispered, "Was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost."  Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much that miracle cost – one dollar and eleven cents - plus the unmovable faith of a little child.