- Suppose you, or for that matter any one else, don’t know your biological age. What do you think your age would be?
- Do you fear death? If yes, do you fear taking birth also?
- What do you think you are at best if no one is there to make opinions at?
- When surrounded by a group of people, do you feel stressed or at ease?
- Why does it happen that most of the landmark events of your life happen to take place on a specific day of the week?
- Are you living on an auto-pilot mode or there lies a force which wants YOU to live?
- Are you aware of your biggest emotional weakness?
- Have you ever tried thinking what would you get when you mix history with mathematics?
- Do you ask enough questions or do you settle with the knowledge that you have?
- Do you get repetitive dreams?
- When you speak with someone, which is the more important line – the first one or the last one?
- What do you choose – Time or Money?
- Is your awareness responsive to others’ intuitions?
- Do you live your own life or are you a part of a mass-existence?
- Mass and energy are inter-convertible. Period! What about space?
Laparo-Endoscopic Surgeon. Med-Enterpreneur. Free-Thinker. Devotee of Lord Krishna. Non-Conformist. Avid-Reader. Bariatric Surgeon. Philantropist.
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Showing posts with label fear. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fear. Show all posts
Thursday, May 31, 2012
15 Random questions - What is your take?
Sunday, April 29, 2012
7 steps to live a beautiful life
- You are being given ample of freedom to choose. You can choose between a good habit and a bad habit. Helping others is a good habit; prayer is a good habit.
- The only real impediment to your own success and path to glory is your own string of negative thoughts. Realize it sooner to overcome it.
- You form habit patterns in your subconscious by repeating an act or a thought every time, under a specific stimulus, over a long period. In the beginning you define your habits, and later on your habits define you.
- Others’ statements can’t hurt you directly. To hurt you, they must travel the channels of your own thoughts and mind maps. No one can hurt you without your conscious or subconscious will.
- You must know how to discipline the mind. An undisciplined mind can feed the subconscious in an undesirable way. Hang loose; and look before you leap.
- The power of imagination separates us from the rest of the breathing species. If this is the decisive power, then we must use it to get evolved further.
- Handle fear with faith. Ring the knell of negative thoughts.
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Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Fear is the recipe to disaster.
In the cantankerous ride of life, I have realized the importance of being fearless. A fretful person’s outlook and insight gets blanketed by cynicism; the colors slowly transform to the darker shades of grey, to no beneficial avail. Fear is a primordial reaction of our living beings; but you must learn to evolve as you grow. It offers you no help getting intimidated by a seemingly difficult situation as the pertinent choice would be to master out a plan that serves you right.
Being lily-livered would transform you into dead meat, sooner or later; realize this and don’t be afraid, the dog won’t bite you. Immerse deep into the origin of fear and look out for the collateral options. Fear is not a matter of necessity, for all of us have witnessed people for whom fear had been an alien emotion. The more you doubt your abilities, the more you are prone to succumbing fear. Acquire the larger meaning of life by sheer wisdom, and then visualize the situation from a tangential perspective.
Faint-hearted folks have never been able to realize their full potentials. Take the example from history books and you would find that most of the successful people took some or the other decisions in their lives that breached the dominion of fear. Fear stalks your vision. Fear curbs your rationality. Fear is addictive for the weak-kneed chaps as nothing else provides them a better recluse. So declare war to your innate fear and discover the warrior in you.
Friday, March 4, 2011
The might of night
The night is a veil. Howling moon and scowling stars guard its dynasty. The night is factory of delirious dreams and silent screams. With charcoal in its core, it fumes the flow of fright.
The night is slithery and monstrous. It fans the flames of fear, a habitual intimidator. It blinds you and preys you. Does it hides from you; or hides you? In the midst of its chutzpah, it makes your sensory system frozen.
The night is a scion of mystery. The night is an unrequited acquaintance with ample of attraction. Its fangs infuse the hypnotics into your vessels and suspended animation rules. Night is the biggest knight of the universe.
The night is clairvoyant at its peaks. It is the blotting paper for many glooms. Like a psychic charlatan, it derives pleasure in watching you deadened. Black clouds hover on the sky roof; electric thunders give shudders to the spine.
The store house of supernatural ammunition. Its essence lies in its plentiful provocative plea. It judges your inner-self and hampers your judgment. It is bleak and bleary. It is non-perspective. It silences your senses and forces you to take a temporary recluse from the world.
Night fetches our quandaries to light. A pale ghost of the day, it roars in organized anxiety. The juggernaut of gremlin. The mishmash of creepy agonies. The sinister, at its best.
The night is slithery and monstrous. It fans the flames of fear, a habitual intimidator. It blinds you and preys you. Does it hides from you; or hides you? In the midst of its chutzpah, it makes your sensory system frozen.
The night is a scion of mystery. The night is an unrequited acquaintance with ample of attraction. Its fangs infuse the hypnotics into your vessels and suspended animation rules. Night is the biggest knight of the universe.
The night is clairvoyant at its peaks. It is the blotting paper for many glooms. Like a psychic charlatan, it derives pleasure in watching you deadened. Black clouds hover on the sky roof; electric thunders give shudders to the spine.
The store house of supernatural ammunition. Its essence lies in its plentiful provocative plea. It judges your inner-self and hampers your judgment. It is bleak and bleary. It is non-perspective. It silences your senses and forces you to take a temporary recluse from the world.
Night fetches our quandaries to light. A pale ghost of the day, it roars in organized anxiety. The juggernaut of gremlin. The mishmash of creepy agonies. The sinister, at its best.
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