The Colour of Soul

Where do colours come from? Where are they present actually?

Are they present in our brain or in our eyes or on the objects? There is no answer for this actually. Nobody knows what the real blue is.

The Colour of Soul

“What is the colour of a soul?” The best answer I could give is “Mirror-Color”. So it could reflect our own colour, we always see our perspectives reflected back. Isn’t it?

Are you one among many who hype a lot about skin complexion?

Scientifically, Logically and Spiritually there is no color but perceptions.

Who taught us Dark complexion is not good? Especially the Indian mindset! They dictate Dark and Ugly are proportional to each other. Sick mindset isn’t it?

In the past 7 weeks, then 7 days and now instant fairness creams are available in the market. Do we need one? ūüôā

We can find moon beautiful only in the dark sky. So what makes us love moon? Moon’s Brightness or Sky’s Darkness?

The point is, we should learn to love things as a whole, as what they are. The difference begins in our perspective but not in the nature.

Every one of us are colourful, picked from a palette of million colors processed in a factory 100 billion cells called “Brain” with the help of our 576 Mega Pixels camera called “Eyes”. We should learn to open our minds to the truth.

The is no colour, but our perceptions. There exists no reason to hate, also we need no reason love one another ūüôā

– Words by Din

Five Thoughts for You : What are not Funny?


5. Fun of Physical Appearance / Nature : 

Never make a joke on someone’s Physical appearance or their Nature of belonging to something. Never tease them for being what they are. Especially finding an aspect in them what you feel as inferior and making fun on those aspects. Most of the times people do such acts on your very close friends, teasing them for being short, fat, dark, fair, ugly, bald, thin, physically weak, bad eyes, occupation, etc. You may look it as a funny comment but it will hurt your friend somewhere deep, a few will tell you but many will hide it inside. It is the way they were born, it’s so worst character to joke on someone’s appearance.

4. Laughter is not always the Medicine :

Sometimes when you find your friend or a known person sad you try to make them smile by doing something naughty. Well you can do it, but just try to assess the reason behind why they are like so and do make fun only if you can remove that particular sadness by your clown activities. Certainly there are a few hard times for people which needs a compassionate behaviour to understand them, than a mere fun.

3. Be careful with Pranks :

Surprise shouts and pranks are so common among friends and family. You hide somewhere and all of a sudden jump onto your target person and make fun of them. Before doing so always look around the environment, things placed around your stage, what the target keeps in hand / bag, etc. Be smart and safe in this kind of pranks, because it may end up fatal for you or your friend. You cannot reverse time and make things correct.

2. Do not play with Emotions / Beliefs :

Emotions / Beliefs are deep rooted. What you may feel so pity / less important can be highly important to another person. So have some empathy! Keep limits for any kind of fun and never make fun of someone who cries / worries / concerns genuinely. Even mocking them or ignoring them would put your relationship under test. So always keep some limits when it comes to fun. Over dosage of any fun would take you into sadness.

1. Know the Indicator :

A simple indicator of good fun is everyone should feel happy about it. If your funny act makes someone sad / cry then it is no fun at all. It should leave a positive vibe on all who involved and relax their mind. Mistakes are human, so always be open to ask apologies if you make any fun unknowingly and hurt someone. Ensure you know the person first before you do any funny stuffs.

– Words by Din

Bet you stay off tears? Ugly, The Cat : Value of Compassion & Love

A must read story for everyone. There is always an option we can choose love over hate, compassion over hatred. UGLY is such a beautiful story I came across. Please share it after reading and comment your insights.

Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat. Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love.

 The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly. To start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot has appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner.

¬†His tail has long age been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch. Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, and even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs. Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. “That’s one UGLY cat!!”

 All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave. Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around feet in forgiveness.

 Whenever he spied children, he would come running meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If ever someone picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.

¬†One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbor‚Äôs huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly’s sad life was almost at an end.

 Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. I must be hurting him terribly I thought. Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear.

 Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.

 At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.

 Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply.

ugly cat

 To give my total to those I cared for. Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be Ugly.


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