9 Websites to Help you Satisfy the Donor’s Urge

I have recently started writing for an initiative of the company FirstCry called WorldofMoms. Here is an excerpt of my first article:

Winston Churchill once said, “We make a living by what we get. We make a life by what we give.” But today in the world of corporates and iPads and traffic jams and kids we already can’t give enough time to, who has the time to give back to the society? When was the last time you really wanted to go teach that bunch of kids in the slum around the corner but couldn’t because there was no time? When was the last time you wanted to go plant trees but couldn’t?

For all of you out there bitten by the donor’s urge, you are not alone. We are all sailing in the same boat. So what? You just sit around and do nothing about it? Of course not! Here, I have compiled a list of 10 websites where you can go ahead and donate for the cause you believe in

For the rest of the article please follow the link:

http://www.worldofmoms.com/blog/9-Websites-to-Help-you-Satisfy-the-Donors-Urge/249/2

Do let me know your thoughts on this guys!

The Perfect Wedding

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The day dawned bright and shiny. It was fall and the weather could not have been more appropriate for getting married. Jacob was so happy. His darling little girl was getting married today. Everything was perfect. The chapel was adorned with beautiful fuchsias and lilacs. The tables were laid with ornate table cloths. The sound of the three cellos soothed everything into a peaceful stability. The smell of freshly baked food wafted through the hall. It was going to be the prefect wedding.

He wished his wife was here. It had been 12 years since that fateful morning when he found her dead in their bathroom from an overdose of sleeping pills. The time had not dulled the pain though. If anything, it had just managed to expand the void left by her death. But today, he vowed, he won’t let that mar his spirits. His darling little daughter was getting married after all. Everything was going perfectly as planned. He had found a nice little gentleman for her. Jacob was sure that he would provide for his daughter very well. She will be content.

He had tried to make his daughter’s life as easy as possible. Growing without a mother was one of the most difficult things, he had realized. But he had given his best shot. His daughter had turned into this beautiful, independent, young woman from the rebellious teenager that she was. Okay, to be honest, she had still retained her rebellious streak. But time would change that. Getting married would change that.”She is just 23 after all”, he thought to himself, “She will realize the wisdom of the decisions he had made for her. She had to see it some day.”

He remembered the argument they had had last night.

“He treats me like a kid, Dad! I dunno if I wanna marry him. Give me some time. Let me get to know him”, she cried.

He walked to her, gave a peck on her tear-wet cheek and just smiled. “It’s all gonna be okay, sweety. Trust me!”, he told her.

That memory left a fleeting ghost of a smile on his face as he walked towards the bridal dressing room. It was time. As he walked into the room, he found her taking a nap on the bed, all veil-clad and stammeringly beautiful the way only brides can be. ‘My poor baby’, he thought, ‘She must be so tired’. But as he walked towards her, all color drained from his face. She was holding a vial of pills in her left hand and in her dying, bridal beauty all she reminded him was of his long-lost wife and her fatal end.

The Sign

ImageAs she drove down the highway, there was a chaos of thoughts running through her head. She was tired. Tired of sticking to the convention, tired of living the “ideal way”, tired of giving up what she loved just because it was different. Living in a society driven by conventional boxes, she was always taught what to do. But she wanted to break free.

She wanted to be in a circus. She had had dreams of being a flying trapeze for ages now. She had worked hard on her body, her strength right since she had first seen the circus when she was 5. She still remembered her wild-eyed wonder as she sat there with her father. The same father who was completely against her decision to be in a circus.

But right at this moment, she did not care. She was 21, fit, ready to explore life with wild dreams in her eyes and almost no money in her pockets. She was excited and anxious and eager and scared and she was ready.

As she sat in that car with Kelly blaring on the radio with I Believe I Can Fly, she looked at the sky with its beautiful hues of orange and pink and blue and she thought to herself “This is a Sign”!

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This post has been written for picture it & write  by ermilia

2013 in review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 17,000 times in 2013. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 6 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.

Click here to see the complete report.

Conversations with an Actor

Interviewer: There’s something that I’ve always wondered. How can anyone act something out if he hasn’t e

xperienced it before. I mean, how can you cry and be sad at the death of your child when you haven’t even experienced his birth?
Actor: That’s very simple and yet very difficult. Let me ask you something back. How do you know that a real-life father is sad when his kid is dead. How do you know that he’s not the one who’s acting?
Interviewer: Umm.. Well..
Actor: The only thing that makes you think that the father is sad and devastated at the death of his kid is because he himself believes in it. That’s why when you look into his eyes even you believe in it. Nothing we ever feel in our life is absolute. Everything is an inherent belief in our feelings and emotions. Everything is an illusion. And a good actor is nothing but an illusionist who just happens to believe in what he’s supposed to feel.
All the world’s a stage and all the men and women just merely players……

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Being Sally

ImageBeing Sally meant having that pe-er-fect body.

Being Sally meant having those long and supple hands.

Being Sally meant having wonderfully lustrous hair.

Being Sally meant moving gracefully.

Being Sally meant playing with fire, yes.

Being Sally meant entertaining all those who thought playing with fire was entertaining.

But no one ever asked what being Sally actually meant to her.

All everyone bothered about was the beautiful dancer who danced with fire.

She was enticing, she was engaging, she was alluring, she was entertaining.

But for her, she was no more than a circus lion on display. Someone everyone was afraid to get close to but everyone wanted to see on display. She was that clown everyone wanted to look at and feel good about being themselves. She was that object that men devoured by their looks and women went green with envy. Yet no one ever dared to get close to her.

She often wondered if she really loved playing with fire. She often wondered if it was really worth being a fire dancer. 

She got frustrated and irritated and mad at the whole world and blamed everything and anything under the sun for her predicament. Until the pay-day arrived. Then she would glance at her cheque and she would think everything is fine with the world.

Being Sally is not that bad after all, she would think.

Being Sally is just her attempt to show the world that she could play with fire. The one within her. And the one around her.

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This post has been written for picture it & write  by ermilia

Knock Knock!! Any Quiz Wiz Here?

I love reading.
I love dancing.
I love writing.
I love rains.
I love winters.
I love sudoku.
I love crossword.
I love puzzles.
And I absolutely love quizzing!
So you can imagine how excited I was when my best friend in the whole wide world developed a quizzing website. I adore it! And for all of those out there who love quizzing too here’s a chance to see if you can outsmart my best friend in the whole wide world.

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Please visit the website http://quizot.com/!

It’s fun! It’s challenging! It’s informative! And I’m sure you guys will have a great time!

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