It all starts, while I was walking, with my occasional companion called thoughts. The mind was defused with threads of unrelated thoughts; like the future of India, current air crash or about the dinner tonight, so on. I tried to concentrate on a single thought but could not succeed. But then, visualization dominants over the thoughts as I perceived this Bird-of- paradise flower, through the corner of my eyes, on the sidewalk.
I could not stop myself taking the picture. The colors and beauty of the flower, entirely took over my mind. Now, miraculously, my thread of thoughts disappeared as it converted into a single thought, that is visualizing the flower in the computer monitor. They say, visualization helps in concentration, that is so true.
Dear readers, I am vising to India on sixth of next month and also I am going to have an opportunity to visit Andaman and Nicobar Island in the same trip. So, no wonder it would be a very exciting and full of activity trip. But I am going to bring many pictures and tales to talk about.
Palace of fine Art, Build in 1915 and re-build in 1960 (San Francisco)
Designed by Bernard Ralph An brilliant architect
A Slice (Palace of Fine Arts)
Time really travels quickly as the first quarter of the year has already passed. There is not much change within us, may be little wiser as the days passes by. It's somewhat like we are seating in a train that is not moving, as the train of time's passes us leaving a feeling of our movement. This allows my mind to think about 'Theory of relativity'.
Well, I had visited to San Francisco once again today. Now, being tired in a good way, I am excited to share my discovery of spectacular arts and architectures in San Francisco, that I obsessed love about. The traffic was not bad and the weather was quite delightful.
At first I went to The Palace of fine Arts in Lion Street. It was build for the completion of Panama Canal; but for the city it was a opportunity to showcase the recovery from the 1906 earthquake. The city is blessed for its survival of any kind of disaster and achieves the respect of many scholars around the world. San Francisco is a brilliant example of a stage where past and present play in the same time.
Pillars of Palace of Fine Arts
St. Ignatius Church (Built in 1912)
Its seems like the above pillars are similar to those in Palace of fine Arts. In fact the colors are a exact match too. I guess around year 1900, the major parts of the architectural designs ware based on visible high pillars, contrary to the architectures of now-a -days based on geometrical shape.
A Sculpture on Market St
While returning back home I spent sometime contemplating the difference between old architecture and modern architecture. The first question arises in my mind was, is it just a matter of changing tastes and materials? or the human quest of creating something different (out of box)?
A view from a hilly street
I perceived San Francisco city as an open art gallery, where all kinds of artists (architect, designer...) never feel tired of displaying their priceless creations. The people are always eager to admire those creations.
She is a beautiful self taught singer and she is blind.
and women who are wearing the ornament of good nature. I believe it's precious than diamonds. Happy Mother's Day
Spring has sprung, the grass has riz, I wonder where's the warm smile is?
While traveling back every Friday from my workplace by bus about hundred miles and then by train another hundred, she used to appear in the Bus like a ray of sunshine caring the spring around her. She wears colorful hats that made out of flowers and feathers. And if she is not there my eyes stay busy searching for her. She knows the two bus drivers and their families very well. She asks, what is wrong if one driver in that route is off. She always takes the right side first seat near to the driver and I usually take the seat behind the driver.
She talks about how her mother died long ago by a hit and run driver, how she is saving money to visit her old father. How she herself learn to sing. She also talks about election and craw fish. I quietly join with the conversation. She never complains of anything. She sings on the local farmers market around the route.
Ultimately, though some events live on only in memories. But then, couple of weeks ago my eyes captured her in our local farmer's market. I had heard her voice before in the bus and I heard her singing in the market. I always found her voice is comforting enough like my favorite desert made by my Mom or soft breeze slowly playing with my hair..
Here is the beautiful poetry that Blessed Mother Teresa had on the wall in her room in Calcutta.
-The Final Analysis-
People are often unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered;
...Forgive them anyway!
If you are kind,people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives;
...Be kind anyway!
If you are successful,you will win some false friends and some true enemies;
...Succeed anyway!
If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you;
...Be honest and frank anyway!
What you spend years building,someone could destroy overnight;
...Build anyway!
If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous;
...Be happy anyway!
The good you do today, people often forget tomorrow;
...Do good anyway!
Give the world the best you have, It may never be enough;
...Give the world the best you got anyway!
You see in the final analysis, it is between you and god;
