20 January, 2014
Snowdrop
Snowdrops (Galanthus nivalis) are one of the first bulbs to flower and signal the start of spring. The flower is a symbol of hope.
Legend:
According to legend, the snowdrop became the symbol of hope when Adam and Eve were expelled from the Garden of Eden. When Eve was about to give up hope that the cold winters would never end, an angel appeared. She transformed some of the snowflakes into snowdrop flowers, proving that the winters do eventually give way to the spring.
Interesting:
“Everyone looks for the first snowdrop as proof that our part of the earth is once more turning towards the sun, but folklore maintains that we should be wary of bringing them into the house before St Valentine’s Day, as any unmarried females could well remain spinsters!”
-Carole Carlton, Mrs Darley's Pagan Whispers: A Celebration of Pagan Festivals, Sacred Days, Spirituality and Traditions of the Year
19 January, 2014
802_washing clothes
Today's topic is washing clothes.
The washing machine breaks down & can be repaired only next week; the maid has left for the day. Your guests have to travel tomorrow early morning. Their clothes need to be washed! They have gone on a day trip! What do you do? This was my plight yesterday. So, I washed two bucketful clothes & realised muscles I never knew existed. So let us draw washing clothes by hand!
The washing machine breaks down & can be repaired only next week; the maid has left for the day. Your guests have to travel tomorrow early morning. Their clothes need to be washed! They have gone on a day trip! What do you do? This was my plight yesterday. So, I washed two bucketful clothes & realised muscles I never knew existed. So let us draw washing clothes by hand!
18 January, 2014
Joy of share
801_Greeting card.
Today's topic is greeting card.
There used to be a time, when we drew greeting cards with a lot of love & posted it with a little doodle on the envelope. Then came Archies & we bought cards for every occasion. But with the internet emerging, we just e mail the wishes. Rarely do we draw or buy & almost never post a greeting card. So, let us draw a greeting card now!
There used to be a time, when we drew greeting cards with a lot of love & posted it with a little doodle on the envelope. Then came Archies & we bought cards for every occasion. But with the internet emerging, we just e mail the wishes. Rarely do we draw or buy & almost never post a greeting card. So, let us draw a greeting card now!
17 January, 2014
800_ Eight hundred!
Today's topic is 800.
Yay! 800 successful CD posts! Congrats Chumma awesome drawers!
Yay! 800 successful CD posts! Congrats Chumma awesome drawers!
16 January, 2014
799_ Chess
Today's topic is chess.
Here is a story by Paulo Coelho called "The chess game"
A young man said to the abbot from the monastery:
"I'd actually like to be a monk, but I haven't learned anything in life. All my father taught me was to play chess, which does not lead to enlightenment. Apart from that, I learned that all games are a sin."
"They may be a sin but they can also be a diversion, and who knows, this monastery needs a little of both," was the reply.
The abbot asked for a chess board, sent for a monk and told him to play the young man. But before the game began, he added:
"Although we need diversion, we cannot allow everyone to play chess the whole time. So, we only have the best players here; if our monk loses, he will leave the monastery and his place will be yours."
The abbot was serious. The young man knew he was playing for his life, and broke into a cold sweat; the chess board became the center of the world.
The monk began badly. The young man attacked, but then saw the saintly look on the monk's face; at that moment, he began playing badly on purpose. After all, he would rather lose; a monk is far more useful to the world.
Suddenly, the abbot threw the chess board to the floor.
"You have learned far more than was taught you," he said. "You concentrated yourself enough to win, were capable of fighting for that which you desire. Then, you had compassion, and were willing to make a sacrifice in the name of a noble cause.
Welcome to the monastery, because you know how to balance discipline with compassion."
Here is a story by Paulo Coelho called "The chess game"
A young man said to the abbot from the monastery:
"I'd actually like to be a monk, but I haven't learned anything in life. All my father taught me was to play chess, which does not lead to enlightenment. Apart from that, I learned that all games are a sin."
"They may be a sin but they can also be a diversion, and who knows, this monastery needs a little of both," was the reply.
The abbot asked for a chess board, sent for a monk and told him to play the young man. But before the game began, he added:
"Although we need diversion, we cannot allow everyone to play chess the whole time. So, we only have the best players here; if our monk loses, he will leave the monastery and his place will be yours."
The abbot was serious. The young man knew he was playing for his life, and broke into a cold sweat; the chess board became the center of the world.
The monk began badly. The young man attacked, but then saw the saintly look on the monk's face; at that moment, he began playing badly on purpose. After all, he would rather lose; a monk is far more useful to the world.
Suddenly, the abbot threw the chess board to the floor.
"You have learned far more than was taught you," he said. "You concentrated yourself enough to win, were capable of fighting for that which you desire. Then, you had compassion, and were willing to make a sacrifice in the name of a noble cause.
Welcome to the monastery, because you know how to balance discipline with compassion."
15 January, 2014
Happy Pongal!
14 January, 2014
797_ Kite
Today's topic is kite.
It is the kite flying season. So let us draw kites.
Here is a story by Story by BK Surat Singh Ayer
In the kite flying season of the year, there was a kite that flew very very high, all the way to the end of its thread. The kite noticed that an eagle was flying even higher, and more freely without the thread tying it down. This gave the kite the idea that if he were free from the thread, then he too could go beyond the height of the sky... that he could even go higher than the eagle. The kite believed that if he could do this then he would be truly and deeply happy. He wanted more than anything to be free from his thread.
As it turns out, coincidentally another kite ran into him and cut his thread. Immediately, he was overcome with joy at his newfound freedom. "Oh," he thought, "now it is my luck to fly up even higher than the eagle!"
With great enthusiasm, he tried to fly up. However, instead of going upwards, the kite gradually flew lower and lower. No matter how hard he tried, the kite continued to stumble downwards until it not only fell to the earth, it also became trapped in a thick bush. To make matters worse, a bunch of kids came and severely damaged the bush and kite. The kite was nearly destroyed as a result of not having any support from his tying thread... his true nature was forever lost as a result of his overly ambitious thoughts.
It is the kite flying season. So let us draw kites.
Here is a story by Story by BK Surat Singh Ayer
In the kite flying season of the year, there was a kite that flew very very high, all the way to the end of its thread. The kite noticed that an eagle was flying even higher, and more freely without the thread tying it down. This gave the kite the idea that if he were free from the thread, then he too could go beyond the height of the sky... that he could even go higher than the eagle. The kite believed that if he could do this then he would be truly and deeply happy. He wanted more than anything to be free from his thread.
As it turns out, coincidentally another kite ran into him and cut his thread. Immediately, he was overcome with joy at his newfound freedom. "Oh," he thought, "now it is my luck to fly up even higher than the eagle!"
With great enthusiasm, he tried to fly up. However, instead of going upwards, the kite gradually flew lower and lower. No matter how hard he tried, the kite continued to stumble downwards until it not only fell to the earth, it also became trapped in a thick bush. To make matters worse, a bunch of kids came and severely damaged the bush and kite. The kite was nearly destroyed as a result of not having any support from his tying thread... his true nature was forever lost as a result of his overly ambitious thoughts.
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