An Celtic Prayer
May God give you…
For every storm, a rainbow,
For every tear, a smile,
For every care, a promise,
And a blessing in each trial.
For every problem life sends,
A faithful friend to share,
For every sigh, a sweet song,
And an answer for each prayer.
An Old Celtic Blessing
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
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Oxytocin
What is this magical word?
Call it the feel-good factor, the contentment and peace of a craic that got a lot of fuzzy warmth into your tiered limbs, or even the balance of the yin and the yang inside you.
Recently, I read about a woman's search for what made her most happy. Translation: What got her Oxytocin levels to the highest?
An interesting test when you consider how easy it is to please a woman.
There is of course, spending time with your loved ones, best friends, always shopping,..and in my case sleeping too, but I guess that wont be counted. It seems to be more a collection of activities in my perceptive and lucid state.

This woman too took a couple of "tests".
1. She went on a date.
2. She spent time with her daughter. (I suppose that means she is a single mother)
3. She met up with her best friend.
4. She went shopping.
How did it rate?
Well, she thought that the flutter of her heart and the butterflies in her stomach (signs that she enjoyed her date to be sure) sort of guaranteed that it would win hands down. But guess what, that turned out to have got her Oxytocin levels up the lowest (yes, I do see the Oxymoron here). The shopping did better that that though.
Spending quality time with her friend seemed to have done wonders to her too. But undoubtedly, hearing her daughter say the magic three words shot her Oxytocin through the roof!
I conclude that it is perhaps not the tingles and the stars that we see or feel that make us the happiest. Its peace, plain and simple. A warm hug from your loved ones, a sweet word, or a thoughtful act these bring joy not just in other people, but in ourselves as well.
We look for thunder and lightning and goodness knows what sort of signs of magic. We forget that magic is an art so advanced, its signs are but the most subtle.
Call it the feel-good factor, the contentment and peace of a craic that got a lot of fuzzy warmth into your tiered limbs, or even the balance of the yin and the yang inside you.
Recently, I read about a woman's search for what made her most happy. Translation: What got her Oxytocin levels to the highest?
An interesting test when you consider how easy it is to please a woman.
There is of course, spending time with your loved ones, best friends, always shopping,..and in my case sleeping too, but I guess that wont be counted. It seems to be more a collection of activities in my perceptive and lucid state.
This woman too took a couple of "tests".
1. She went on a date.
2. She spent time with her daughter. (I suppose that means she is a single mother)
3. She met up with her best friend.
4. She went shopping.
How did it rate?
Well, she thought that the flutter of her heart and the butterflies in her stomach (signs that she enjoyed her date to be sure) sort of guaranteed that it would win hands down. But guess what, that turned out to have got her Oxytocin levels up the lowest (yes, I do see the Oxymoron here). The shopping did better that that though.
Spending quality time with her friend seemed to have done wonders to her too. But undoubtedly, hearing her daughter say the magic three words shot her Oxytocin through the roof!
I conclude that it is perhaps not the tingles and the stars that we see or feel that make us the happiest. Its peace, plain and simple. A warm hug from your loved ones, a sweet word, or a thoughtful act these bring joy not just in other people, but in ourselves as well.
We look for thunder and lightning and goodness knows what sort of signs of magic. We forget that magic is an art so advanced, its signs are but the most subtle.
Independent Democratic "Changes"?
“The more things change, the more they stay the same.”
These words were resounding in my mind as I was reading the headlines today.
I will frankly admit, I have been rather lax in staying abreast with the latest happenings in our country these days. But as I open the news and begin to go through it, it is like I had never left. Kasab is still in jail; the new addition is a trail of clues that leads to the Maldives.
Aarushi, a young daughter of two highly-educated parents, who was found murdered is a case that has gone cold. Fingers pointed to the domestic help, and then to the parents. The only thing certain is that the killer had helped him/herself to whiskey around the time the dreadful deed was committed.

Does India care?
Some part of me cringes when I see stories fading into oblivion, just because they need to be replaced with something more current or jaw dropping. Mostly, these are not just stories, but people's lives. But there is hope. I will live on that feeling (along with love and fresh air :P ).
Some people refuse to read the news as they say (rightly) it's almost always sad, never posting much about the happy stuff in the world. I agree. But I still prefer reading that mostly-sad news.
Not to satisfy some sadistic streak in me, but to become aware. No news is bad news too.
Keep the “old” news going. Love it or hate it. Free independent news rocks.
These words were resounding in my mind as I was reading the headlines today.
I will frankly admit, I have been rather lax in staying abreast with the latest happenings in our country these days. But as I open the news and begin to go through it, it is like I had never left. Kasab is still in jail; the new addition is a trail of clues that leads to the Maldives.
Aarushi, a young daughter of two highly-educated parents, who was found murdered is a case that has gone cold. Fingers pointed to the domestic help, and then to the parents. The only thing certain is that the killer had helped him/herself to whiskey around the time the dreadful deed was committed.

Does India care?
Some part of me cringes when I see stories fading into oblivion, just because they need to be replaced with something more current or jaw dropping. Mostly, these are not just stories, but people's lives. But there is hope. I will live on that feeling (along with love and fresh air :P ).
Some people refuse to read the news as they say (rightly) it's almost always sad, never posting much about the happy stuff in the world. I agree. But I still prefer reading that mostly-sad news.
Not to satisfy some sadistic streak in me, but to become aware. No news is bad news too.
Keep the “old” news going
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