Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
A big jar and the 2 cups of coffee RULE
Human life in a modern world is full of responsibilities and liabilities, sometimes even 7/24 a week would not be enough to cope with the livelihood activities. Then a man may require to arrange a schedule based on the priorities. Priority setting is often a most challenging task when the relationships are viewed from different aspects of life. A learned philosopher has devised a simple rule " A big jar and the 2 cups of coffee RULE" which seems to help people on setting priority one after other. The explanation of the rule has been demonstrated in a philosophy classroom by a professor as follows;
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty big jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.
He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. The professor then picked up a box of small stones and poured them into the jar.
He shook the jar lightly. The small stones rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full.They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous yes.
" The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.
"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.
The golf balls are the important things -- your God, family, your children, your health, your friends, and your favorite passions -- things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.
The small stones are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car.
The sand is everything else -- the small stuff." "If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the small stones or the golf balls."
The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you.Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal.
Take care of the golf balls first -- the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend."
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty big jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.
He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. The professor then picked up a box of small stones and poured them into the jar.
He shook the jar lightly. The small stones rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full.They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous yes.
" The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.
"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.
The golf balls are the important things -- your God, family, your children, your health, your friends, and your favorite passions -- things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.
The small stones are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car.
The sand is everything else -- the small stuff." "If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the small stones or the golf balls."
The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you.Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal.
Take care of the golf balls first -- the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend."
crossdressing-superheroes
I know and you know too, that most comic book superheroes we have almost always had a female counterpart at some point or another. If you know this fact you can leave this post now because this is not for you. This is for the possibly comic book noobs out there that want to have another excuse to check out a female version of the Punisher or a disturbingly sexy version of He-Man. Yeah, He-Man as a girl with an amazing set of … well you get it. Don't ask too many questions, just enjoy! P.S. I'll try to name them, but please, don't laugh - it's damn hard to come out with some decent name.
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Punishera
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Magnetitia
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Hell Girl
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Asterixia and Obelixia
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Aquagirl
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AstroGirl
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Bravestarr'la
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Captain Americana
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Son-Gokua
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She-man (really sounds weird)
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Space Ghost-Girl
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Iron Woman
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Venome
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Spider Woman (exist already)
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Gambitta
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Night Crawl-Girl
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Blanca
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Boob'a Fett
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Superwoman and Batwoman
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The small details of our lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, the property, the ba...
When I got home that night as my wife Ameena served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to say it.
But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. Ameena didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, Ismail why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She shouted at me, "you are not a man!" That night, we didn't talk to each other. Ameena was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage.
But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; I had lost my heart to a lovely girl called Mary Anne. I didn't love Ameena anymore. I just pitied her! With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house and the car. She glanced at it and then tore it to pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said, for I loved Mary Anne so dearly
. Finally Ameena cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me, her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell fast asleep because I was tired after an eventful day with Mary Anne.
When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did'nt care so I turned over and was asleep again. In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month, we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son Ahmed had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request. I told Mary Anne about my wife's divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd... No matter what tricks she has, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully. Ameena and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son Ahmed clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms.
She closed her eyes and said softly, don't tell Ahmed about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office. On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest.. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to Ameena. On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Mary Anne about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me,.. she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. Our son Ahmed came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. Ameena gestured to our son to come close and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway.
Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Ahmed had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office... jumped o ut of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind... I walked upstairs. Mary Anne opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Mary Anne, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished. Then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Mary Anne, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I realized that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until one of us departs this world. Mary Anne seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife.
The sales girl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote: I will carry you out every morning until one of us leaves this world! So the moment i was happy i never knew the worst days of mine life was about to begin.It was the most tragic sitaution i ever had.My mind was completely blank and i could not sense anything after seeing my wife dead hanging on my room with a note in her hand "please takecare of our son n happy married life with ur gf".
But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. Ameena didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, Ismail why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She shouted at me, "you are not a man!" That night, we didn't talk to each other. Ameena was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage.
But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; I had lost my heart to a lovely girl called Mary Anne. I didn't love Ameena anymore. I just pitied her! With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house and the car. She glanced at it and then tore it to pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said, for I loved Mary Anne so dearly
. Finally Ameena cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me, her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell fast asleep because I was tired after an eventful day with Mary Anne.
When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did'nt care so I turned over and was asleep again. In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month, we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son Ahmed had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request. I told Mary Anne about my wife's divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd... No matter what tricks she has, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully. Ameena and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son Ahmed clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms.
She closed her eyes and said softly, don't tell Ahmed about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office. On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest.. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to Ameena. On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Mary Anne about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me,.. she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. Our son Ahmed came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. Ameena gestured to our son to come close and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway.
Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Ahmed had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office... jumped o ut of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind... I walked upstairs. Mary Anne opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Mary Anne, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished. Then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Mary Anne, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I realized that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until one of us departs this world. Mary Anne seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife.
The sales girl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote: I will carry you out every morning until one of us leaves this world! So the moment i was happy i never knew the worst days of mine life was about to begin.It was the most tragic sitaution i ever had.My mind was completely blank and i could not sense anything after seeing my wife dead hanging on my room with a note in her hand "please takecare of our son n happy married life with ur gf".
THE MOST BEAUTIFUL FLOWER
The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read
Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree.
Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown,
For the world was intent on dragging me down.
And if that weren't enough to ruin my day,
A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play
He stood right before me with his head tilted down
And said with great excitement, "Look what I found!"
In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight,
With its petals all worn - not enough rain, or too little light.
Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play,
I faked a small smile and then shifted away.
But instead of retreating he sat next to my side
And placed the flower to his nose
And declared with overacted surprise,
It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too.
That's why I picked it; here, it's for you."
The weed before me was dying or dead.
Not vibrant of colors: orange, yellow or red.
But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave.
So I reached for the flower, and replied, "Just what I need."
but instead of him placing the flower in my hand,
He held it mid-air without reason or plan.
It was then that I noticed for the very first time
That weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind.
I heard my voice quiver; tears shone in the sun
As I thanked him for picking the very best one.
You're welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play,
Unaware of the impact he'd had on my day.
I sat there and wondered how he managed to see
A self-pitying man beneath an old willow tree.
How did he know of my self- indulged plight?
Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight.
Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see
The problem was not with the world; the problem was me.
And for all of those times I myself had been blind,
I vowed to see the beauty in life, And appreciate every second that's mine.
And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose
And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose
And smiled as I watched that young boy, Another weed in his hand,
About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.
- Author Cheryl Costello Forshey
Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree.
Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown,
For the world was intent on dragging me down.
And if that weren't enough to ruin my day,
A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play
He stood right before me with his head tilted down
And said with great excitement, "Look what I found!"
In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight,
With its petals all worn - not enough rain, or too little light.
Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play,
I faked a small smile and then shifted away.
But instead of retreating he sat next to my side
And placed the flower to his nose
And declared with overacted surprise,
It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too.
That's why I picked it; here, it's for you."
The weed before me was dying or dead.
Not vibrant of colors: orange, yellow or red.
But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave.
So I reached for the flower, and replied, "Just what I need."
but instead of him placing the flower in my hand,
He held it mid-air without reason or plan.
It was then that I noticed for the very first time
That weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind.
I heard my voice quiver; tears shone in the sun
As I thanked him for picking the very best one.
You're welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play,
Unaware of the impact he'd had on my day.
I sat there and wondered how he managed to see
A self-pitying man beneath an old willow tree.
How did he know of my self- indulged plight?
Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight.
Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see
The problem was not with the world; the problem was me.
And for all of those times I myself had been blind,
I vowed to see the beauty in life, And appreciate every second that's mine.
And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose
And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose
And smiled as I watched that young boy, Another weed in his hand,
About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.
- Author Cheryl Costello Forshey
LIFE BOOK for healthy living
1. Drink plenty of water
2. Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a beggar
3. Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants, and eat less food that is manufactured in plants (factory)
4 . Live with the 3 E's '' Energy, Enthusiasm, and Empathy
5. Make time for prayer
6. Play more games
7 . Read more books
8 . Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day
9 . Sleep for 7 hours
10 . Take a 10-30 minutes walk every day '''' and while you walk, SMILE !!
Personality:
11. Don't compare your life to others'. You have no idea what their journey is all about.
12. Don't have negative thoughts or things you cannot control. Instead invest your energy in the positive present moment.
13. Don't over do ; keep your limits
14. Don't take yourself so seriously ; no one else does
15. Don't waste your precious energy on gossip
16. Dream more while you are awake
17. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need..
18. Forget issues of the past. Don't remind your partner with his/her mistakes of the past. That will ruin your present happiness.
19. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. Don't hate others.
20. Make peace with your past so it won't spoil the present
21. No one is in charge of your happiness except you
22. Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn. Problems are simply part of the curriculum that appear and fade away like algebra class but the lessons you learn will last a lifetime.
23. Smile and Laugh more
24. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.
Community:
25.. Call your family often
26. Each day give something good to others
27. Forgive everyone for everything
28 . Spend time with people over the age of 70 & under the age of 6
29. Try to make at least three people smile each day
30. What other people think of you is none of your business
31. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your family and friends will. Stay in touch.
Life:
32. Do the right things
33. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful
34. Friends heal everything
35. However good or bad a situation is, it will change
36. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up !
37. The best is yet to come
38. When you awake alive in the morning, thank GOD for it
39. Your Inner most is always happy. So, be HAPPY !!!!!!!
Last but not the least :
40. Do forward this to everyone you care about.
2. Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a beggar
3. Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants, and eat less food that is manufactured in plants (factory)
4 . Live with the 3 E's '' Energy, Enthusiasm, and Empathy
5. Make time for prayer
6. Play more games
7 . Read more books
8 . Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day
9 . Sleep for 7 hours
10 . Take a 10-30 minutes walk every day '''' and while you walk, SMILE !!
Personality:
11. Don't compare your life to others'. You have no idea what their journey is all about.
12. Don't have negative thoughts or things you cannot control. Instead invest your energy in the positive present moment.
13. Don't over do ; keep your limits
14. Don't take yourself so seriously ; no one else does
15. Don't waste your precious energy on gossip
16. Dream more while you are awake
17. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need..
18. Forget issues of the past. Don't remind your partner with his/her mistakes of the past. That will ruin your present happiness.
19. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. Don't hate others.
20. Make peace with your past so it won't spoil the present
21. No one is in charge of your happiness except you
22. Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn. Problems are simply part of the curriculum that appear and fade away like algebra class but the lessons you learn will last a lifetime.
23. Smile and Laugh more
24. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.
Community:
25.. Call your family often
26. Each day give something good to others
27. Forgive everyone for everything
28 . Spend time with people over the age of 70 & under the age of 6
29. Try to make at least three people smile each day
30. What other people think of you is none of your business
31. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your family and friends will. Stay in touch.
Life:
32. Do the right things
33. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful
34. Friends heal everything
35. However good or bad a situation is, it will change
36. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up !
37. The best is yet to come
38. When you awake alive in the morning, thank GOD for it
39. Your Inner most is always happy. So, be HAPPY !!!!!!!
Last but not the least :
40. Do forward this to everyone you care about.
Innocent boy's last poem who was hit by a drunk driver.
I went to a party,
And remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom
So I had a sprite instead.
I felt proud of myself,
The way you said I would,
That I didn't drink and drive,
Though some friends said I should.
I made a healthy choice,
And your advice to me was right,
The party finally ended,
And the kids drove out of sight.
I got into my bike,
Sure to get home in one piece,
I never knew what was coming, Mom
Something I expected least.
Now I'm lying on the pavement,
And I hear the policeman say,
The bus driver that caused this wreck was drunk,
Mom, his voice seems far away.
My own blood's all around me,
As I try hard not to cry.
I can hear the paramedic say,
This boy is going to die.
I'm sure the guy had no idea,
While he was flying high,
Because he chose to drink and drive,
Now I would have to die.
So why do people do it, Mom
Knowing that it ruins lives?
And now the pain is cutting me,
Like a hundred stabbing knives.
Tell sister not to be afraid,
Tell daddy to be brave,
And when I go to heaven,
Put Daddy's boy on my grave.
Someone should have taught him,
That its wrong to drink and drive.
Maybe if his parents had,
I'd still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mom
I'm getting really scared.
These are my final moments,
And I'm so unprepared.
I wish that you could hold me Mom,
As I lie here and die.
I wish that I could say, "I love you, Mom!"
So I love you and good-bye.
Life is about
Life isn't just about keeping score.
It's not about how many people call you
And it's not about who you've dated or haven't dated at all.
It isn't about who you've kissed,
What sport you play,
Or which guy or girl likes you.
It's not about your shoes or your hair
Or the color of your skin,
Or where you live or go to school.
In fact it's not about grades, money,
Clothes, or colleges that accept you or not.
Life isn't about if you have lots of friends or if you are alone,
And it's not about how accepted or unaccepted you are.
Life isn't about that.
But life is about who you love and who you hurt.
It's about how you feel about yourself.
It's about trust, happiness, and compassion.
It's about avoiding jealousy, overcoming ignorance
And building confidence.
It's about what you say and what you mean.
It's about seeing people for who they are and not for what they have.
Most of all it is choosing to use your life.
In a way that could have neverbeen achieved otherwise.
These choices are what life's about.
हामी किन गरिब छौं ?
हामीमध्ये धेरैले ध्यान दिएको हुनुपर्छ, कतिपय मानिससँग सफलताका लागि आवश्यक हरेक साधन हुन्छन् । सुखी परिवार, प्रशस्त सम्पत्ति, राम्रो शरीर अनि पर्याप्त बुद्धि विवेक, तर पनि उनीहरू सफल देखिँदैनन् वा सफल भएको महसुस गर्दैनन्, अर्कातिर यस्ता व्यक्ति पनि हुन्छन्, जो यी सबै कुरा पर्याप्त मात्रामा नभए पनि सफल हुन्छन्, सफलताको अनुभव गर्छन् । सफलताका पछाडि मानिसको सोच्ने, बोल्ने अनि व्यवहार गर्ने दृष्टिकोणको प्रमुख भूमिका हुन्छ । यिनका अगाडि हामीसँग भएका स्रोत-साधन र सम्पत्ति सबै ओझलमा पर्छन् ।
यो तथ्य हुँदाहुँदै पनि हामी मानवजातिको सफलताको मूल्यांकन गर्ने मनोवैज्ञानिक दृष्टिकोण भने अझै परिवर्तन हुन सकेको छैन । अझै पनि हामीमध्ये प्रायः यही सोच्छौं कि धन-सम्पत्ति नै हाम्रो सफलताको प्रतीक हो । धनी र गरिबको सोच्ने तरिकामा विद्यमान केही भिन्नताका केही उदाहरण हेरौंः
गरिब व्यक्तिले गर्ने कुराः
प्रायःजसो आफ्ना समस्या र आफूमाथि भएका अन्यायको कुरा ।
भर्खर घटेका नकारात्मक समाचारका कुरा ।
आफ्नो दुर्भाग्यका लागि धेरै जनामाथि आरोप लगाउनु ।
परिवारका सदस्यको अल्छीपन तथा धेरै दुःख दिने सन्तान भएको गुनासो ।
कसैलाई कुनै जमानामा गरेको गुणको कुरा घरि-घरि दोहोर्याइरहनु ।
लगानी गर्ने अवसर पाए भविष्य र उपलब्धि नसोची कुनै ठूलो जस्तो देखिने कुरामा लगानी गर्नु ।
धनी व्यक्तिले गर्ने कुराः
आफूले सिकेका-भोगेका नयाँ सीप र प्रविधिका बारेमा कुरा गर्छ ।
लगानीका विकल्प र उपायका बारेमा कुरा गर्छ ।
आफूलाई प्रेरणा दिने र अघि बढाउने व्यक्तिका बारेमा धेरै कुरा गर्छ ।
आफूले भोगेका सकारात्मक अनुभवका बारेमा कुरा गर्छ ।
आफूलाई हौसला दिने वस्तुका बारेमा कुरा गर्छ ।
आफ्ना दीर्घकालीन लक्ष्य र उद्देश्यका बारेमा कुरा गर्छ ।
गरिब व्यक्तिहरू यी कुरामा विश्वास गर्छन्ः
धेरै पैसा भए जो-कोही पनि सुखी र सफल हुन्छन् ।
धनी र गरिबमा सन्तुलन राख्न धनी व्यक्तिहरूले गरिबलाई आर्थिक सहयोग गर्नुपर्छ ।
सपना पूरा गर्न जति मरिमेटेर लागे पनि भाग्यले साथ नदिएसम्म सफलता पाइँदैन ।
अल्पकालीन समाधान नै अहिलेको आवश्यकता हो ।
धनी व्यक्तिहरू यी कुरामा विश्वास गर्छन्ः
बलियो पारिवारिक सम्बन्धले नै मानिसलाई खुसी र सुखी बनाउँछ ।
पैसा लक्ष्यसम्म पुग्ने एउटा माध्यम मात्र हो ।
आत्मोन्नति, लगनशीलता र मेहनतको फल हो पैसा ।
नयाँ-नयाँ प्रविधि र स्रोतको विकास भैरहेको अवस्थामा आफूले अझै धेरै सिक्न र भोग्न बाँकी छ ।
अल्पकालीन समाधानले कालान्तरमा राम्रो फल दिँदैन ।
गरिब व्यक्तिहरूको स्वभावः
आफ्नो पैसा लापर्वाह ढंगले कुनै यस्तो कुरामा खर्च गर्छन् जसले उनीहरूलाई तत्कालका लागि सन्तुष्टि दिन्छ र आफूलाई ठूलो मान्ने अवसर पनि, जस्तै, धूमपान-मद्यपानका वस्तुमा, कुनै मनोरञ्जनका साधनमा, अनावश्यक विलासिताका वस्तुमा ।
आफ्नो स्वास्थ्यमा ध्यान दिँदैनन्, जस्तो भेट्यो त्यस्तै खान्छन्, शारीरिक अभ्यास गर्दैनन् अनि आफ्नो बानी परिवर्तन गर्न पहल गर्दैनन् ।
जीवनमा घटेका हरेक घटनालाई नकरात्मक रूपमा हेर्छन् ।
आफ्नो बाटोमा आएका हरेक बाधा अड्चनलाई आफ्नो नियन्त्रणबाहिरको वस्तु मान्छन् ।
जिन्दगीको असफलतालाई ग्रहदशाको दोष अनि आफ्नो दुर्भाग्य मान्छन् ।
आलोचित भएको स्थिति र आकस्मिक परिस्थितिमा आक्रोशित ढंगमा प्रस्तुत हुन्छन् ।
धनी व्यक्तिहरूको स्वभावः
आफ्नो पैसा कुनै यस्तो कुरामा लगानी गर्छन्, जुन कालान्तरमा फाइदाजनक होस् र उपयुक्त ढंगले प्रयोग गर्न पाइयोस् ।
आपत्कालीन स्थितिमा प्रयोग गर्न केही रकम पहिले नै आफ्नो खातामा राख्छन् ।
आफ्नो स्वास्थ्यको ख्याल गर्छन् ।
सन्तुलित खाना खान्छन्, नियमित व्यायाम गर्छन्, नियमित स्वास्थ्य जाँच गराउँछन् ।
फुर्सदमा परिवारसँग रमाउँछन्, पुस्तक पढ्छन् ।
असफलतालाई अघि बढ्न पाएको नयाँ पाठका रूपमा लिन्छन् । आलोचनालाई सुझावका रूपमा लिन्छन् ।
सरसर्ती हेर्दा एकदम स्वाभाविक कुरा हो- धनी व्यक्तिसँग पहिले नै प्रशस्त पैसा हुन्छ, जसका कारण उनीहरू राम्रो खाना, उपयुक्त लगानी, दीर्घकालीन बचतको उपभोग सजिलै गर्न सक्छन् । अर्कातिर गरिब व्यक्तिसँग कुनै बचत अनि जगेडा पैसा नभएका कारण नै सस्तो खाना, सस्तो लगानी, फुर्सदमा बाहिर घुम्ने खर्च गर्न सक्ने क्षमता नहुनुजस्ता कारण गरिब असफल व्यक्ति हो भन्ने अन्धो दृष्टिकोणको उपज हुन सक्छ । सकारात्मक सोच, उन्नतिमूलक मनस्थिति एवं दीर्घकालीन योजनाको परिणाम पैसा हो कि ? यी कुरा पैसाका परिणाम हुन् भन्ने कुराचाहिँ बुझ्न अलि कठिन नै छ ।
यो तथ्य हुँदाहुँदै पनि हामी मानवजातिको सफलताको मूल्यांकन गर्ने मनोवैज्ञानिक दृष्टिकोण भने अझै परिवर्तन हुन सकेको छैन । अझै पनि हामीमध्ये प्रायः यही सोच्छौं कि धन-सम्पत्ति नै हाम्रो सफलताको प्रतीक हो । धनी र गरिबको सोच्ने तरिकामा विद्यमान केही भिन्नताका केही उदाहरण हेरौंः
गरिब व्यक्तिले गर्ने कुराः
प्रायःजसो आफ्ना समस्या र आफूमाथि भएका अन्यायको कुरा ।
भर्खर घटेका नकारात्मक समाचारका कुरा ।
आफ्नो दुर्भाग्यका लागि धेरै जनामाथि आरोप लगाउनु ।
परिवारका सदस्यको अल्छीपन तथा धेरै दुःख दिने सन्तान भएको गुनासो ।
कसैलाई कुनै जमानामा गरेको गुणको कुरा घरि-घरि दोहोर्याइरहनु ।
लगानी गर्ने अवसर पाए भविष्य र उपलब्धि नसोची कुनै ठूलो जस्तो देखिने कुरामा लगानी गर्नु ।
धनी व्यक्तिले गर्ने कुराः
आफूले सिकेका-भोगेका नयाँ सीप र प्रविधिका बारेमा कुरा गर्छ ।
लगानीका विकल्प र उपायका बारेमा कुरा गर्छ ।
आफूलाई प्रेरणा दिने र अघि बढाउने व्यक्तिका बारेमा धेरै कुरा गर्छ ।
आफूले भोगेका सकारात्मक अनुभवका बारेमा कुरा गर्छ ।
आफूलाई हौसला दिने वस्तुका बारेमा कुरा गर्छ ।
आफ्ना दीर्घकालीन लक्ष्य र उद्देश्यका बारेमा कुरा गर्छ ।
गरिब व्यक्तिहरू यी कुरामा विश्वास गर्छन्ः
धेरै पैसा भए जो-कोही पनि सुखी र सफल हुन्छन् ।
धनी र गरिबमा सन्तुलन राख्न धनी व्यक्तिहरूले गरिबलाई आर्थिक सहयोग गर्नुपर्छ ।
सपना पूरा गर्न जति मरिमेटेर लागे पनि भाग्यले साथ नदिएसम्म सफलता पाइँदैन ।
अल्पकालीन समाधान नै अहिलेको आवश्यकता हो ।
धनी व्यक्तिहरू यी कुरामा विश्वास गर्छन्ः
बलियो पारिवारिक सम्बन्धले नै मानिसलाई खुसी र सुखी बनाउँछ ।
पैसा लक्ष्यसम्म पुग्ने एउटा माध्यम मात्र हो ।
आत्मोन्नति, लगनशीलता र मेहनतको फल हो पैसा ।
नयाँ-नयाँ प्रविधि र स्रोतको विकास भैरहेको अवस्थामा आफूले अझै धेरै सिक्न र भोग्न बाँकी छ ।
अल्पकालीन समाधानले कालान्तरमा राम्रो फल दिँदैन ।
गरिब व्यक्तिहरूको स्वभावः
आफ्नो पैसा लापर्वाह ढंगले कुनै यस्तो कुरामा खर्च गर्छन् जसले उनीहरूलाई तत्कालका लागि सन्तुष्टि दिन्छ र आफूलाई ठूलो मान्ने अवसर पनि, जस्तै, धूमपान-मद्यपानका वस्तुमा, कुनै मनोरञ्जनका साधनमा, अनावश्यक विलासिताका वस्तुमा ।
आफ्नो स्वास्थ्यमा ध्यान दिँदैनन्, जस्तो भेट्यो त्यस्तै खान्छन्, शारीरिक अभ्यास गर्दैनन् अनि आफ्नो बानी परिवर्तन गर्न पहल गर्दैनन् ।
जीवनमा घटेका हरेक घटनालाई नकरात्मक रूपमा हेर्छन् ।
आफ्नो बाटोमा आएका हरेक बाधा अड्चनलाई आफ्नो नियन्त्रणबाहिरको वस्तु मान्छन् ।
जिन्दगीको असफलतालाई ग्रहदशाको दोष अनि आफ्नो दुर्भाग्य मान्छन् ।
आलोचित भएको स्थिति र आकस्मिक परिस्थितिमा आक्रोशित ढंगमा प्रस्तुत हुन्छन् ।
धनी व्यक्तिहरूको स्वभावः
आफ्नो पैसा कुनै यस्तो कुरामा लगानी गर्छन्, जुन कालान्तरमा फाइदाजनक होस् र उपयुक्त ढंगले प्रयोग गर्न पाइयोस् ।
आपत्कालीन स्थितिमा प्रयोग गर्न केही रकम पहिले नै आफ्नो खातामा राख्छन् ।
आफ्नो स्वास्थ्यको ख्याल गर्छन् ।
सन्तुलित खाना खान्छन्, नियमित व्यायाम गर्छन्, नियमित स्वास्थ्य जाँच गराउँछन् ।
फुर्सदमा परिवारसँग रमाउँछन्, पुस्तक पढ्छन् ।
असफलतालाई अघि बढ्न पाएको नयाँ पाठका रूपमा लिन्छन् । आलोचनालाई सुझावका रूपमा लिन्छन् ।
सरसर्ती हेर्दा एकदम स्वाभाविक कुरा हो- धनी व्यक्तिसँग पहिले नै प्रशस्त पैसा हुन्छ, जसका कारण उनीहरू राम्रो खाना, उपयुक्त लगानी, दीर्घकालीन बचतको उपभोग सजिलै गर्न सक्छन् । अर्कातिर गरिब व्यक्तिसँग कुनै बचत अनि जगेडा पैसा नभएका कारण नै सस्तो खाना, सस्तो लगानी, फुर्सदमा बाहिर घुम्ने खर्च गर्न सक्ने क्षमता नहुनुजस्ता कारण गरिब असफल व्यक्ति हो भन्ने अन्धो दृष्टिकोणको उपज हुन सक्छ । सकारात्मक सोच, उन्नतिमूलक मनस्थिति एवं दीर्घकालीन योजनाको परिणाम पैसा हो कि ? यी कुरा पैसाका परिणाम हुन् भन्ने कुराचाहिँ बुझ्न अलि कठिन नै छ ।
how to identify (You are Nepali when ....)
You look up when you hear an airplane.
- You point with your lips.
- Whenever you meet someone you ask, “bhaath khaayao? ("Have you had your food?" )
- You meet someone in a movie hall and ask, "cinema herna aayeko?” (Here to watch a movie?”)
- You call all action movies " action pack!!!!"
- You know the three Ds of partying. i.e - dance, drink and dangdung (fist/khukuri fight).
- You think all festivals mean relatives playing cards and getting drunk.
- You cannot drink without chicken chilly and momos.
- You think chilly chicken and momo are nepali food.
- You are crossing a one way street and you have to check both sides. (debre ani daine)
- You get annoyed when people think you are from Nepal.
- Your relatives give you money whenever you visit them. ( even when you are 40)
- You sing or atleast hum “Ghaam paani, ghaam paani…” everytime it drizzles while the sun’s still shining. ( even when you are 80)
- When you see a pair of slippers upside down (ulta chappal) you have to turn it around.
- You don't cut your nails at night. (Lest the devil take you and your family)
- You feel you haven’t eaten if you haven’t had Bhaath (rice).
- You are not allowed to hum or sing while eating.
- You laugh at everything on Nepali TV but you still watch it.
- You dont know that the buff you have been eating is actually short for buffalo.
- You have been dragged to a mandir on saraswati puja so that you will get good grades.
- You are afraid to step on any paper, or pen (You don't want to piss off Saraswati and flunk an exam).
- Your grandmum doesnt let you whistle at night.
- You can’t date someone if you are not in love.
- You Know who Humjayaga is.
- You watch Korean movie and try to act like you’re in one.
- You miss those mountains you used to see the moment you opened your eyes in the morning.
- You go out for lunch/ dinner/ whatever in a group and look at the menu for half an hour and order:
1. momo
2. chowmein
3. fried rice
4. chilly chicken
- You think of titaura and your saliva glands go wild!!
- You miss wai wai ,churpi and tituara almost any given day.
- You are good at drunk driving, especially if it's bad mountain roads.
- Your conversation with any Nepali you just met always ends up being an interview to unearth the degree of association with this person. (eh...Ghar ka?? gangtok? Tyeso bhaye timi xyz lai chinchhau??)
- 90% of the time you end up knowing someone who knows someone who knows the person.
- The remaining 10% of the time the person is your relative.
- You think cats are evil.
- You feel obligated to pay for everyone else when eating out with your friends.
- Your non-nepali friends in primary school earnestly asked you if you know karate and if you ate c**kroaches for dinner.
- Your American friends ask you if you have climbed mount Everest.
- You probably haven't even seen mount Everest.
- Your favorite Hollywood actress used to be Phoebe Cates
- You pronounce Phoebe Cates as "fobee cyats"
- You love the pungent, fermented smell of pickled bamboo shoots (tama) and dried and aged vegetable leaves (gundruk) + you are drooling at the thought right now.
21 things a Nepali does after coming to Sydney
21 things a Nepali does after coming to Sydney
1. Even after 2 months, complaints about “Jet Lag”.
2. Checks nepalnews, cybernepal and other nepali sites every day every hour if they are not employed.
3. Wear dark shades inside the train and stair at the girls’ boobs.
4. Speaks all national languages wherever they can like f** m**F etc etc
5. When unemployed says this is the worst place to be .. when they get job and money they drank and party.
6. Tries to figure all the prices in Dollars as far as possible (but deep down the heart multiplies by 55).
7. Start searching HI5 for Nepali chicks.
8. Tries to make Aussie girlfriend then Chinese then Nepali then anything that walks.
9. Search for cheapest place for hair cut.
10. Ask people for there nationality then how long they live here for then things they do then several other question until they get annoyed.
11. Goes to Habor Bridge or Opera house then take a picture. The only proof of being in Sydney.
12. Tries to get credit card.
13. Drinks and carries mineral water and always speaks of health conscious.
14. Sprays duo such so that he doesn’t need to take bath.
15. Sneezes and says ‘Excuse me’.
16. Practices to say “Mate”.
17. Says all the time rupeeya not dollars.
18. Find out the ways to get Permenent Residence
19. Looks at the skyscraper from bottom to top slowly think ties to count the floor.
20. Tries to drink “Diet Coke”, instead of Normal Coke.
21. Calls to Nepal and then lie about the work and life here.
Facebook addiction lolllz
The 76-year-old woman walked down the hallway of Clearview Addictions Clinic, searching for the right department. She passed signs for the "Heroin Addiction Department (HAD)," the "Smoking Addiction Department (SAD)" and the "Bingo Addiction Department (BAD)." Then she spotted the department she was looking for: "Facebook Addiction Department (FAD)."
It was the busiest department in the clinic, with about three dozen people filling the waiting room, most of them staring blankly into their Blackberries and iPhones. A middle-aged man with unkempt hair was pacing the room, muttering, "I need to milk my cows. I need to milk my cows."
A twenty-something man was prone on the floor, his face buried in his hands, while a curly-haired woman comforted him.
"Don't worry. It'll be all right."
"I just don't understand it. I thought my update was LOL-worthy, but none of my friends even clicked the 'like'
button."
"How long has it been?"
"Almost five minutes. That's like five months in the real world."
The 76-year-old woman waited until her name was called, then followed the receptionist into the office of Alfred Zulu, Facebook Addiction Counselor.
"Please have a seat, Edna," he said with a warm smile. "And tell me how it all started."
"Well, it's all my grandson's fault. He sent me an invitation to join Facebook. I had never heard of Facebook before, but I thought it was something for me, because I usually have my face in a book."
"How soon were you hooked?"
"Faster than you can say 'create a profile.' I found myself on Facebook at least eight times each day -- and more times at night. Sometimes I'd wake up in the middle of the night to check it, just in case there was an update from one of my new friends in India. My husband didn't like that. He said that friendship is a precious thing and should never be outsourced."
"What do you like most about Facebook?"
"It makes me feel like I have a life. In the real world, I have only five or six friends, but on Facebook, I have 674.
I'm even friends with Juan Carlos Montoya."
"Who's he?"
"I don't know, but he's got 4,000 friends, so he must be famous."
"Facebook has helped you make some connections, I see."
"Oh yes. I've even connected with some of the gals from high school -- I still call them 'gals.' I hadn't heard from some of them in ages, so it was exciting to look at their profiles and figure out who's retired, who's still working, and who's had some work done. I love browsing their photos and reading their updates. I know where they've been on vacation, which movies they've watched, and whether they hang their toilet paper over or under. I've also been playing a game with some of them."
"Let me guess. Farmville?"
"No, Mafia Wars. I'm a Hitman. No one messes with Edna."
"Wouldn't you rather meet some of your friends in person?"
"No, not really. It's so much easier on Facebook. We don't need to gussy ourselves up. We don't need to take baths or wear perfume or use mouthwash. That's the best thing about Facebook -- you can't smell anyone. Everyone is attractive, because everyone has picked a good profile pic. One of the gals is using a profile pic that was taken, I'm pretty certain, during the Eisenhower Administration. "
"What pic are you using?"
"Well, I spent five hours searching for a profile pic, but couldn't find one I really liked. So I decided to visit the local beauty salon."
"To make yourself look prettier?"
"No, to take a pic of one of the young ladies there. That's what I'm using."
"Didn't your friends notice that you look different?"
"Some of them did, but I just told them I've been doing lots of yoga."
"When did you realize that your Facebooking might be a problem?"
"I realized it last Sunday night, when I was on Facebook and saw a message on my wall from my husband: 'I moved out of the house five days ago. Just thought you should know.'"
"What did you do?"
"What else? I unfriended him of course!"
Monday, November 19, 2012
Top Ten Famous Ghost Pictures
Top Ten Famous Ghost Pictures
Psychic Medium Craig Hamilton-Parker reveals the ten most spooky ghost pictures of all time. Are they real or fake, phantom or fraud? You decide.
I have a monthly newspaper in Take a Break’s Fate and Fortune Magazine called ‘Phantoms on Film’. Have you got a snapshot that’s spooking you out? I have studies thousands of paranormal photos, so send yours to the magazine and I’ll give you my expert verdict. You’ll get £50 if you snap gets selected. You can send in your pic at the magazine’s website.
Now it’s your turn to analyse the Top Ten Famous Ghost Pictures of all time. I have given my verdict – what do you have to say? Are these real ghost pictures with a psychic origin or are they just oddities that we can explain away or should simply ignore? Please post your comments at the bottom of this article. You may also be interested in another article on a similar topic.
MORE: Check out my post about whether Ouija Boards are safe to use. What do you think about these horror stories?
GHOST PICTURE 1
TITLE: THE GHOST ON THE STAIRS
In 1966, a retired Canadian Clergyman Ralph Hardy photographed the staircase at the National Maritime Museum in Greenwich, London. He saw nothing unusual at the time of taking the picture but was horrified to see the strange ghostly figure lurking in the shadows.
Craig’s verdict: Although experts at the time concluded that no one had tampered with the negative I have my doubts. The picture smacks of trickery as it is just as you would expect a ghost to look. During nearly 30 years as a medium I have never had a communication from a spirit dressed in spooky hooded clothing. This is the stuff of fantasy.
GHOST PICTURE 2
TITLE: BACKSEAT DRIVER
In 1959 Mrs Mabel Chinnery went to the cemetery to visit her mother’s grave. She took a photo of the grave, then a picture of her husband who was sitting alone in the car waiting for her. When the snap shot was developed Mrs Cinnery’s mother appeared in the back seat of the car. An expert who examined the photo and negatives declared: “I stake my reputation on the fact that the picture is genuine!”
Craig’s Verdict: This could be a real spirit communication. I believe it is possible for a spirit to appear on film in order to give comfort to their loved ones and this could be one of those instances. Or could it be that this is a case of a mother-in-law nagging from beyond the grave.
MORE: ORBS – HAVE YOU SEEN A DEAD PERSONS FACE IN AN ORB?
GHOST PICTURE 3
TITLE: The Brown Lady of Raynham Hall
This photo was taken on September 19th, 1936 at 4 P.M. during a photo shoot for Country Life Magazine at Raynham Hall in Norfolk, England. The ghost had been seen on a number of occasions by credible witnesses.
The photographer reportedly saw her coming down the stairs, and began yelling to a colleague, who claims she did not see anything.
It has been argued that this photo is a double exposure but many other photography experts think otherwise.
Craig’s Verdict: I have seen similar effects to this caused by a smudge of Vaseline or fingerprint on the lens. At the time a professor was asked to look at the photos and claimed they we fakes. I am however a bit sceptical of the sceptics used in this debunk. The ‘professor’ was not a ‘professor’ of photography or of ‘hard science’, but of English. The jury is still out on this one.
TITLE: BORLEY RECTORY GHOST
The Borley Rectory near the river Stour, Essex, was known as the most haunted house in the UK until it mysteriously burnt down in 1939. At least two thousand Poltergeist phenomena were experienced at the Rectory between October 1930 and October 1935 during the tenancy of Lionel and Marianne Foyster. Many of these were investigated by the famous parapsychologist Harry Price. The picture here is claimed to be of the ghost caught on camera.
Craig’s Verdict: Poltergeist activity may not necessarily be caused by spirits. Often it is the energy of living people that is projected into the environment and causes objects to move. There was so much press hysteria about the haunting at the time that is now hard to sort the real phenomena from the fantasy.
TITLE: GHOST ON EBAY
This modern photo was featured as part of an auction of an item on EBay. There are two strange figures near the grave one appearing to lean over the grave and the other of a woman who appears to be looking at us from beside the tree. Both are in modern dress and very life like.
Craig’s verdict: It is certainly an intriguing image that has done its rounds on the Internet but without more background information it is hard to know if the image has been faked. I would class this picture as a ‘Simulacra’ – is a Latin word originally meaning an object representing something for example when you see faces in the clouds or the face of Jesus in a slice of burnt toast.
GHOST PICTURE 6
TITLE: GHOST TRAIN
This photos was taken in 1960’s on the last trip of the famous Alberta Steam Train made before being retired from service. Some of the train driver believed that the train was haunted and this picture appears to reveal the culprit. Nearby and just out of shot is a pub called The Flying Scotsman which has had a long history of alleged paranormal phenomena. Look in the cab window. Could this be the ghost of the train?
Craig’s verdict: This picture was sent to my website by the son of the man pictures and I will vouch for the fact that there was no trickery involved or photo retouching.
GHOST PICTURE 7
TITLE: RAINFOREST SPOOK
This photograph became famous when millions of people forwarded it to one another on the Internet. Part of the message read: “ We were three friends Gaurav, Akshat and Chetan. We went on summer holidays to Sunderbans (INDIA) a rainforest reserve. We were taking each others photographs when Chetan asked us to take his photograph. We took his photograph but suddenly after that he said why did u take this photograph when u could see this lady standing next to me. Three days later Chetan died.”
Craig’s verdict: An obvious a fake.
GHOST PICTURE 8
TITLE: GHOST OF LORD COMBERMERE
This photograph of the Combermere Abbey library was taken in 1891. The figure of a man can faintly be seen sitting in the chair to the left. His head, collar and right arm on the armrest are clearly discernable. It is believed to be the ghost of Lord Combermere – a British cavalry commander in the early 1800s who had investigated the the famous “Moving Coffins” of Barbados.
Craig’s verdict: This is probably an accidental double exposure cause when using a slow shutter speed. A servant might have come into the room and sat briefly in the chair, creating the transparent image.
GHOST PICTURE 9
TITLE: GHOST SQUADRON
This photo is a group portrait of Sir Victor Goddard squadron, which had served in World War I aboard the HMS Daedalus. However an extra face appeared on the photo which the sitters claimed was the face of Freddy Jackson, an air mechanic who had been accidentally killed by an airplane propeller and whose funeral was taking place on the day the picture was taken.
Craig’s verdict: During WW1 it was commonplace to use the new and exciting technique of superimposing images of family members who had been killed at the front into family photographs. These images were not claimed to be supernatural but a token of remembrance. Maybe the photographer was trying to be helpful? Or maybe the ghost of Freddy dropped in to reassure his friends that he had survived death.
GHOST PICTURE 10
TITLE: MURDERER CONFESSES
This is a very early photograph from a glass plate and was taken in Brazil. These early pictures required the sitters to remain still as the image was taken. The photographer was not a Spiritualist or medium but claimed that he actually saw, through his camera lens, the lady who has transposed herself onto this photograph. Two weeks after the photograph was taken the man confessed to the spirit extra’s murder.
Craig’s verdict: It is much harder to tamper with glass plates than with negatives or digital images. I am however a little worried that the picture looks like a double exposure. Perhaps the photographer set a trap or could it be that the spirit world found a way to point the finger? Be sure your sins will find you out!
Now tell me what you think. Are these phantoms or fakes?
This post was written by
Craig Hamilton-Parker – who has written 175 posts on .CRAIG HAMILTON-PARKER is a celebrated U.K. medium who has confounded skeptics by the uncanny accuracy of his readings. Craig and his wife, Jane, have demonstrated mediumship over the media to millions of television viewers worldwide. His Psychic School and Online Psychic School have been showcased by the BBC in a series of three one-hour documentaries. Craig Hamilton-Parker also writes articles and columns about psychic and mediumistic phenomena for national newspapers around the world. His popular website, www.psychics.co.uk, has a community of teaching mediums that meet in its chat rooms for regular debate and practice. It also has additional details of the cases discussed here and other documented cases of mediumship.
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