Since the passing of my father, much of the responsibility of his came upon my shoulder.
It happened so, I believed due to my being as the eldest among the males.
Added to that maybe the social achievement that I might have made.
Social structure does influence the design of a family set up. I put a fair guess.
And I also have the fair intentions to support mother, siblings and grandchildren.
To keeping alive the family traditions that Father has trained us to it.
To provide the fullest support to mother in binding the family.
In a male dominated society, the male elder does need to step up.
Today and the Yesterdays, I have heard families that have their own sad tales.
Troubles love to lurk, exert itself and disconnect families.
It is upsetting that people sometimes go length with the cumbersome load.
Now, decoding the existence of turbulence in any family.
I believe, strongly believe that leadership is a prime factor,
to understand and undo the existence of any disorder which may
find roots in the family that desire to excel.
The family can construct a house, but may failed to build a home.
Overlooking contributions made by family can hurt feelings.
An actionable leader is what the other members in any herd looked upon.
The social animal has thus follow the ways of the nature.
There are pains that are bored alone.
You see the need of silence and an idle mouth.
And when the weather is fair, all is well.
Come may some quarrel, but should be settled inside the home.
Counting each person's efforts and recognising them are flavour of love.
Loving silently is a sign of mature love.
Love binds and preaching love by action speaks volumes.
The heart feels that,
The footsteps of father will always be a large one to fill.
And I am still so lost...
Andrew, the name derived from the Apostle Andrew.
Nonage, spent he at the famed East Thinglian.
Day by day, adventure by adventure,
Rise he! tall among his age and few above.
Excelled in the path he choose to trod.
Waiting to win in the end.
Dangers and storm, faced he
Enmity was provided and served to him
Neverness threatened in abundance.
Gruelling sounds doth escape the lips or two
Here and there, doth his mind wonder
Mary and the other nine mouths are his to feed
Innovative ideas of his, he employ
Nurture to mature the ten
Guardian is he, to the multiples of the nine.
Truth, that he abide
Honesty, to which he holdfast.
Angelic, was he towards his closing chapter.
Noble, was the face that rest.
Glorious in afterlife, the reward for his prayer and harvest.
And in the end being a simple God-fearing, Andrew Denghmingthanga!
(For the departed souls of Andrew Denghmingthanga and Justin Ramdinthara, the Lord's Prayer and a Hail Mary is all that I could pray for the kind reader)
The hungrier I am, the more I feel my senses are active.
The thoughts are pure like an icy breeze.
The mind thought a fresh vegetable!
The eyes see deep.
The ears hear clear.
The nose inhales each a thing.
Words come from the mouth are soft and to the point, no
extras!
The neck moves appropriately.
The hands move efficient.
The legs move where the food is!
Knowing that Hunger should be controlled.
And now let the tongue taste the total!
I once was asked why I contribute my system to the Folding@home project in spite of the programme having said to have effected system sound-ware. I had my own highlights- the this and that. It may be little but still it can matter. If we all learn & develop the passion of delivering humanitarian betterment away from the spotlight, I think the world will be much more better each day.
The romance with Folding@home project is the Team '0' contribution. It was an overwhelming sight to see the huge work units delivered by kind-hearted anonymous donors across the globe who voluntarily donated their Computing power in the fight against Covid-19. This heart loves the people who are silently doing all the good things out of the spotlight. And, one of these days, we are in bright spirit that Pharmaceutical Corporations and names of Individuals will spring with good news. Donors may come to know who they help but Researchers and Scientists might not know who had lend their help. With each passing day, The Day come closer. Once that day arrives, a few might chance to whisper to the self saying, "Good heavens! Yeah, I played a little part in there'
I disclosed the donor identity in a bid to attract challenge, I have fresh (undisclosed) identity in the hope of more freedom of working.
JRR Tolkien (makes me score a fewer marks in some viva voce. Few knows about it and I couldn't be more happier though!)
He is my literary hero.
To me, he is the champion of fantasies.
I admire him much much.
How he lived in his fantasy world and translating his world to the books.
His fantasies ran deep and wide.
His creation rock the movie screens.
That much power was his fantasies.
His body in a piece, his fantasy with one goal.
No other moving parts.
His works inspire the fantasy thoughts.
It brings adrenaline to those who follow.
It motivates those who are inspired.
The guts to have thought different.
The chase of building one self.
Yes, in fantasies you can reach afar.
It relieve you from the world and it's trouble.
You regain your strength, just like a power-nap.
I like to day-dream.
For day-dream massage the soul.
And I do have my fantasy world.
Fantasy last long.
They follow you everywhere.
Level of creativity increase the power of fantasy.
They are beautiful than visions.
Your mind sees it, your body hears it.
And you own them.
Many will not understand.
That is why they are called people.
Few will understand some.
They are individuals.
One or two will notice and follow.
Then, those are great personalities!
And then, they make your life meaningful.
