Thinking "Out of the Box"

Source:email not written by me


Many hundreds of years ago in a small Italian town, a merchant had the
misfortune of owing a large sum of money to the moneylender. The
moneylender, who was old and ugly, fancied the merchant's beautiful
daughter so he proposed a bargain. He said he would forgo the merchant'
debt if he could marry the merchant's daughter. Both the merchant and his
daughter were horrified by the proposal. The cunning money lender suggested
that they let providence decide the matter.

The moneylender told them that he would put a black pebble and a white
pebble into an empty bag. The girl would then have to pick one pebble from
the bag. If she picked the black pebble, she would become the moneylender's
wife and her father's debt would be forgiven. If she picked the white
pebble she need not marry him and her father's debt would still be
forgiven. But if she refused to pick a pebble, her father would be thrown
into jail.

They were standing on a pebble strewn path in the merchant's garden. As
they talked, the moneylender bent over to pick up two pebbles. As he picked
them up, the sharp-eyed girl noticed that he had picked up two black
pebbles and put them into the bag. He then asked the girl to pick her
pebble from the bag.

Now, imagine you were standing in the merchant's garden. What would you
have done if you were the girl? If you had to advise her, what would you
have told her? Careful analysis would produce three possibilities:

1. The girl should refuse to take a pebble.

2. The girl should show that there were two black pebbles in the bag and
expose the moneylender as a cheat.

3. The girl should pick a black pebble and sacrifice herself in order to
save her father from his debt and imprisonment.

Take a moment to ponder over the story. The above story is used with the
hope that it will make us appreciate the difference between lateral and
logical thinking. The girl's dilemma cannot be solved with traditional
logical thinking.

Think of the consequences if she chooses the logical answers.

What would you recommend the girl do?

The girl put her hand into the moneybag and drew out a pebble. Without
looking at it, she fumbled and let it fall onto the pebble-strewn path
where it immediately became lost among all the other pebbles.

"Oh, how clumsy of me," she said. "But never mind, if you look into the bag
for the one that is left, you will be able to tell which pebble I picked."

Since the remaining pebble is black, it must be assumed that she had picked
the white one. And since the moneylender dared not admit his dishonesty,
the girl changed what seemed an impossible situation into an extremely
advantageous one.

MORAL OF THE STORY: Most complex problems do have a solution, sometimes we
have to think about them in a different way.

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BELIEVE

Blue... Distant...Calm
You always look limitless,
vast....magnificent

But everything is not like you.
And reality is not always beautiful.
You would know that better than me.
Because you exist everywhere
and in every place

Looking down on us
you must be seeing us fight and fall.
Trying to steal from each other
the gift each one of us has...
the gift called life.

I know you realize,
how people ignore a cry,
How they are scared of crying themselves,
How they are scared to trust...
to love.

I know you can see us destroy,
and that you are happy to be far away from us.

But do you know what?
It will be fine.
'cause though we don't trust one another
we can still learn
to believe in change.

Sounds like I am talking in the air
Right?
But before you act to make dream come true,
You have to have faith in it.

It will change.
Because...
I believe.

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animals:simple life!

MIRAMBIKA

This was written on 21.03.09.


Will I…….
Will I forget?
But I don’t want to.
But what if I,
Without realizing…
Forget?
Could that happen…
I think it can.
I think it will.

There was chaos…
Total chaos inside me,
I couldn’t think straight…
Couldn’t break my way through
all the thoughts scattered in my mind.
I was scared…frightened.
Just couldn’t see where I was going.

I will forget……
Forget everything I learnt here.
Forget what I have become here.

A voice whispered…

No……
No, you won’t…
If you don’t want to.
It will be fine.

So soft was the voice,
That I could barely hear it.
And in the same tone I asked

Who……
Who are you?

There was silence.
Then it came again
Softly……
Meekly…..

Mirambika.

I look forward to you,

Every day, every night these days.

And when you come, you come drop by drop

Like falling from a tap not so tightly shut,

But you come.

And keep on coming for hours together,

Or maybe for just a minute or two at times.

But sometimes you drop down so heavily,

Maybe because of an earthquake in the heaven.

And you splash on me so hard,

Like a stone pelted in a river,

And I take you inside me,

Just as a river does;

Calmly....silently.

I try not to leave you,

But it seems you do,

You try to leave me for weeks and months,

And my friends out their too.

My friends who need you to live on,

Not people like me,

Who just need you to have fun and get away from your friend Mr. sun.

I request you, I pray to you,

Please go and meet my friends.

They really really need you.

You'll find quite a few,

If you go around my lovely country....

And you know something?

They do all sorts of things to call you;

They get dirty in the mud and sing songs to the frogs.

But you seem to be too busy to hear them,

Too busy troubling my other friends by flooding their homes.

Please listen to me,

Please divide yourself equally amongst all of us.

I''ll be grateful.

Thank you......Thank you Rain.

-Prerna

Writng is great

I just had to post something on this blog...I had not done that for such a long time. So without even thinking what I am going to write about, I have started typing.

..........Ummm, I really don't know what to write about...why not talk about writing itself?

Writing... it may seem like a very simple thing to do, but it's actually not. A writer has to keep thinking all the time; and observe the people, things and situations around her/him. He/She should also be able to look at one simple thing in different ways. For example, instead of thinking of the Sun as just a big ball of fire, it could be potrayed as a jewel on a girl's finger which is so bright that the girl cannot be seen herself. Get it? While writing twist and turn the facts that you know to create a world of your own.

However this does not mean that every single sentence that you write should be based upon your imagination( the case is different if you are writing fantasy fiction). Try to make your essay/poem/story as genuine as possible. This can be done by writing about your own experiences, feelings or thoughts ( I mean, even if you are writing fiction, the situations that your characters face can be based upon the ones you have experienced yourself in real life.) Do a bit of research on your topic if needed.

Lastly( and most importantly) , try and feel every word that you write. The number of big words that you use doesn't really matter; personally I believe that one should write in a simple yet beautiful manner so that everyone can enjoy and understand the piece. You should express yourself when you write. Just wrap up all your ideas and feelings in the words that you put on the paper...if you are truly able to do this, the ideas and feelings will unwrap themselves when someone reads them and touch their hearts(..or mind).

Have fun playing with the words...at the end of it your piece of writng would be nothing but YOU.

I don't want to write a long bhaashan...I am not a great writer that I can tell you all the dos and don'ts of writing(there are no rules actually). But these thoughts were floating in my head so I shared them with you guys. Oh... I forgot to tell you that writing is a great stess buster. If you are sad, confused or angry,just take a paper and pen and write your heart or mind out. It helps.

The language of this piece of writing was rather drowsy. Sorry.

THE GAME

Slap!

Someone's chappals hit me as I touch the ground.



To and fro! To and fro!

between the legs.

swift, small rolls from one feet to the other.



Freeze...

the legs stop, I stop.

one more pair of legs in front of me.



Whack!

I am hit again.

Rolling! Rolling! Rolling!

quickly I go to another person.



Can't see anything!



Aaaah!!!

one more leg appears from nowhere and kicks me,

I go flying the wind howling on my body...



Dhup...dhup...dhup

Bounce three times



Then roll, roll, roll,

I feel dizzy...



Iam still.

Relaxed.



tap.tap.tap.tap.tap

I hear something



tap.tap.tap.tap.tap

It becomes louder



tap.tap.tap.tap.tap

...and louder



tap.tap.tap.tap.tap

save me!

It's really close!



What?!

There are two people

running towards me!

Someone hel...

WHACK!!!

Aaaaooooo!Two legs hit me.

Stuck between the legs

SQUISH...

I am squashed.

Choked.



Aaah...

I am out,

It's not suffocating anymore...



But oh!

Kicked again!

HARD!

Just one centimetre off the ground

SWISH!

I go flying

between someone's legs

and...SPLASH into the puddle.



It's a goal.




HERE IS AN EXERCISE FOR YOU...TELL ME WHO THE NARRATOR OF THIS POEM IS.

THE 8 OF US AGAIN..............

This one's been made by me

THE 8 OF US

THIS WAS SHOWN TO US ON OUR LAST DAY IN MIRAMBIKA.........
AND THE CREDIT GOES TO KAMALINI

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The Palm Tree (part-3)

The old palm hovers above all houses and trees,
he can see what is happening miles away
And the wind is his companion,his messenger.
Whispering to him the news of distant lands.
He is old, and experienced and wise.
The story of his life is near completion.

And I, looking at him from my window,
am young, inexperienced and curious...
Curious to know what is inside the unwrapped present of the future,
Eager to learn new things
Eager to read, to understand my 'just begun' story...
The story called life.

I dream, as I watch the tree,
about the time when I would be old,
The time when most of the pages of my life would be filled....
Would I also become wise and intelligent
Would I have an unexcited expression like the palm...
I don't want that to happen...but that time is far away.

I have a last glance at the palm.
I observe, that even though his life is over, he is not lifeless.
Though he is motionless and dark ans old
he is smiling at me, secretly.
Hoping with all his heart
that I find something unique.......
in my future to be unravelled.

The Palm Tree (part-2)

Even if I would have heard
I wouldn't have understood.....
And it seemed the old palm knew that...
He knew that I was innocent......
And too young to fathom the mysteries of his life.
yes he knew, he could see it in my eyes.

I observe the uneven carpet of roofs
stretching between the palm and me.
I see people walking on the narrow streets,
Women chatting with excited expressions on their faces
about something...something I am ignorant of.
I watch all these people from my little window.

I wonder what life is like,
in this sea of shabby houses.
I want to know how it feels,
to walk hurriedly through the paths between the walls,
and sit amongst the gossiping women dressed in sarees.
I want to know their stories, their lives.

I glance at the palm tree,
and he moves gently, teasing me,
Boasting because he knows everything...
Everything that goes on inside those little red-roofed houses.
Perhaps he knows much more,
For he is very old.

The Palm Tree (part-1)

This is quite a long poem........so I am posting it in three parts. I hope you enjoy it and don't get bored.


I look at the palm tree,
His leaves black against the dark sky.
He is standing there alone,
Leaves drooping,
Stretching ....stretching up to meet the sky.
Stretching away from the hubble around him.

The old palm tree.....
Standing there for years now...
withstanding the strong winds,
Bearing the lashes of the rain,
facing the scorching heat of the sun.
And disturbed by the noise and smoke around him.

I can see the palm tree sway,
Whispering as the wind rustles his leaves.
Whispering...trying to say something
Some secret he has hidden in his heart for years.
But I can't hear him....
No...I can't....from my window far away.

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revised intro

Hi....this is our blog; the blog of the children of a school in NEW Delhi, Mirambika. For those who know this school, we are Integrity group(2008).

This blog has our has our thoughts, our expressions....it will tell you what kind of people we are.....the blog is...us.

for people who want more information on this school, please visit www.mirambika.org

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NO WAR...

NO WAr

There was no war, nor was there a need.
Death rose every day and aimed
Through the window,at the people
Who walked by,..... then lowered the rifle.
And laughed at us……….

-barkha

DEATH

death

death is a god

walks on water

flies with the wind

can't tell the difference

between a poor or a rich man

and does not care much

and comes to all.........

-barkha

rumi's poem

you left and i cried tears of blood.
my sorrow grows.its not that you left.
but when you left my eyes went with you.
now,how can i cry?
RUMI


guys this is a famous persian poet...remember kavi B was talkin abt him

New Intro.

Hi....this is our blog; the blog of Integrity group(2008) of Mirambika. It has our thoughts, our expressions....it will tell you what kind of people we are.....the blog is...us.

DEATH AND LIFE

ALL THAT BLISS WAS BY MAGIC,
BUT THE STORY ENDED WITH A TRAGIC.
WHEN HE GAVE HIS LAST SMILE
AND WENT AWAY THOUSAND MILES.

WHEN THE SUNLIGHT SHONE ON HIS DEATHBED,
HIS SOUL WAS TAKEN FOREVER.
THAT WAS THE END OF HIS IMMORTALITY,
AS HE GAVE IT UP FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE.

AS HE WENT UP HE THOUGHT HIMSELF,
WHEN WAS I ACTUALLY LIVING?
DEATH IS WHEN THE SOUL’S AWAKENED
AND THEN STARTS THE REAL LIFE…
-aabu

its us!!! again... but this time we are human

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for the blog members

hey guys, 

the blog discription probably needs some updating...

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THE TIME OF CHANGE

I know I'll be fine,
It's just a matter of time.

Leaving a place I loved so much,
A place with a spiritual touch.

A place which was my home,
Where everything was my own.

I love my awesome folks,
With whom I shared my feelings and jokes.

My diyas, who didn't teach me but helped me learn,
So that I could earn;
Not money, but knowledge and wisdom.
My sorroundings were like a carefree kingdom.

I am going to miss all of it,
My family which is so closely knit.

Because from a place where I used to learn,
I've come to a place where I'm being taught.
I'm feeling like a banana which is going to rot.

Things are so much different here,
It's like going from the first to the the fifth gear.

I'm not liking it very much right now,
I've kind of stopped saying "wow."

I'm feeling strange,
This is the time of change.

I know everything will be fine,
It's just a matter of time.
-Prerna

कब आओगी बारिश ?

बहुत वर्ष बीत गए
पर न आई हम से मिलने बारिश,
पत्ते मेरे झर गए थे,
और प्यास बुझी थी मेरे आंसू से।

दिन-रात उसका नाम पुकारा,
बादलों को किया इशारा,
लेकिन, न आए वह ईस और
रह गई मैं अकेली, दुःख के जाल में फंसी।

बहुत वर्ष बीत गए थे,
और न आई थी वर्षा
पर न भूली थी मैं बारिश के पानी का स्वाद
ईस मित्र के संग बिताए पल, मुझे थे याद।

जब भी मेघ गरजते,
मेरे हृदय में खिलती एक मुस्कान।
जब भी बूँदें बरसती,
था वह मेरे लिए एक गान।

जब भी एक बूँद मेरे पत्तो पर गिरती,
लगता था जैसे वह मुझे चूम रहीं,
जब भी धरती को वह छूती,
लगता था वह हंस रही।

मेरे दुविधाओं mitaati थी बारिश
मेरे बीमारियों की दवा थी बारिश,
खुशियों की बूंदे थी बारिश
अंधेरे में आशा थी बारिश।

इस प्रिया सहेली का कर रही मैं इंतज़ार,
न जाने आएगी वह कब,
न जाने क्या लाएगी वह अपने संग
पर एक बात तो निश्चित है,
की मेरे ज़िन्दगी में वह भरेगी रंग।
-कमलिनी

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fi yuo cna raed tihs, yuo hvae a sgtrane mnid to

Cna yuo raed tihs? Olny 55 plepoe out of 100 can.

i cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd
waht I was rdanieg.
The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid,
aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde
Uinervtisy,
it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres
in a wrod are, the olny
iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat
ltteer be in the rghit pclae.
The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed
it whotuit a pboerlm.
Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey
lteter by istlef,
but the wrod as a
wlohe. Azanmig huh? yaeh and
I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt! if you
can raed tihs forwrad it

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mausam and escape

Mausam & Escape - A.R. Rahman

my nightmare!!!( i think will become yours too)

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