Friday, 27 November 2015

Just Another Day.

Bed tea just arrived on time when Mark was about to land his feet on silk mat. A maid monthly paid $1000 (sarcastically more than an engineer) was holding tray for him with a smile to make anyone's day better.
                 Mark Waugh was rated by Forbes as top 4 entrepreneurs in the world having net worth of around $740 billion. His mansion was 6000 acre spreading all over Las Vegas which was more popular than Vegas itself. He maintained 24 royal luxury cars in his garage and four choppers just added another charm in it.
He's love was Limousine in which he traveled most of the time. He was the only son so enjoyed all the money and royalties as well.
               After a quick bath 12 servants holding his wardrobe were waiting for him in a queue. One holding an Armani coat , one with a trouser and all other with accessories of Louis Vuitton, Gucci and et cetera. His mansion could be compared with storehouse of gold without another thought. All the walls , dining table , chandelier everything seemed to be gold plated or maybe gold itself. Mark paved for breakfast and was super excited for $100 billion deal which could increase his rank in Forbes list too.
                He lived alone so talking with one another so called member of mansion ; maids and servants was just a formality though. Deal was at 4:00 in the evening so Mark decided to have fun till then.
              He was invited as a chief guest in Vogue fashion week which was a course of  prestige for anyone. Owning thousand of casino's in Vegas was just another cherry on cake for him which he did to entertain other's and to entertain others.
              Mark was well built , fair , handsome , and just the opposite gender of inamorata. Jennifer Lopez invited him for a date and what else you would expect from life?(well after that paradise was acceptable too). He even dated Selena Gomez which was just another chore for him. Mark in his Lamborghini went to the destination where deal was going to be held , but wait what the hell!  Mark forgot his file at his mansion ! How could he forget such important file? Would this bring an downfall in his Forbes ranking list? Would this degrade his repo in Vegas? Many thoughts coursed through his veins.
               He was stressed but relaxing his mind called his chopper to come all the way....chopper was on time . Mark after many arguments and promises won the deal and signed the deal ,  as he was just undertaking the cheque a voice echoed which was just another nightmare for him....

    "Mark, Mark ,  get up you are already late for school"
Mark:- Mom , just cause of you I lost another $100 billion deal ,  and both busted out in laughter.

P.S :-  Dreaming without imagination is a bird without wings. 
           You have to dream , before your dreams can come true.

                                            -Prince Tiwari

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Monday, 23 November 2015

The Eternal Doll.

It was their first visit to Baltimore after marriage.
Ed and Lauren were couples who made it to marriage after a long 7 years relationship. They were excited as any couple would be to celebrate "moon" with lusty "honey"-'honeymoon'. Their love for each other was as true as scary night with creepy screams. It was preplanned to just cut short the rush hour searching for hotels here and there. Well dramatically the name of hotel was "Sequendevil" whereas flashing devil and rest was just flashed off due to the lighting being old.
Hotel was sober with wooden interiors show casting cracks in order to represent it as an antique and old of its kind. The dusty looks given on the frames of windowpane made it look even more realistic. Ed was satisfied with the hotel as he was fond of things related to history but it was just opposite in case of Lauren as she was not happy with the aura present there , she could feel the  unpleasant smile present there as someone was whispering in her ears " Good luck , you didn't made it here it was me " . Lauren just shagging her head didn't bothered much as she thought she was jet lagged after a 17 hrs long flight.
          They got up early morning in order to explore more of the city and to roll out every penny from each crevice and corner as every couple would do. Exploring city made Ed to an toy shop as he was an extreme toy collector. Surveying many dolls and artifacts he's eyes got stuck to a doll which didn't had an eye.
    "A doll with a single eye" this thoughts ran through his mind and urge to have that doll in his collection was at apex. Ed enquired about the history of that doll to which he came to know this doll was owned by Tim Bart , yes Tim ,  the owner of Hotel Sequendevil who died 3 decades past the line. He died in an car accident along with his daughter who was just 7 years old and it was believed the bond between the doll and his daughter was too immense to be broken.
                  This was the same hotel in which Ed and Lauren were about to stay for a week. Ed thought why not gift this doll to the present owner of the hotel as a return gift for the quality service they provided.
             Coming to the doll , it was an one of its kind toy with blonde hair puzzled in such a way which gave a glimpse of blood vessels. Single Dark brown eyes with red blood vessels ruining the cuteness of it and paving it as a nightmare. It had a red line reaching cheeks ; believed to be marker but who knows it could be blood either. Mouth was kind of open vast as she was trying to swallow the whole cruel world in it.
                Ed took the doll and returned with Lauren buying some other stuffs too. It was a evening which they both will cherish till eternity.
               Ed and Lauren as and when returned to hotel a dog started barking with full of zest as he could. He was so tall to be compared to a beast. Well Lauren was very learned as a dog trainer so managing this situation wasn't harder for her. She somehow mesmerized the dog but his red eyes and wild clinched tooth spoke a different story. Manager came running to see if Zeus hadn't harmed his customers , yes Zeus the dog , but was amazed to see him playing with Lauren. After having a short talk with manager Lauren came to knew that Zeus once showing his cruelty harmed Tim Bart's daughter to which he was punished so wildly to be seen friendly again.
                Ed and Lauren went to their room followed by Zeus as he developed affection for Lauren . Providing him some milk and biscuits Ed and Lauren started whispering about dinner.
             Zeus got his ears straightened as soon as he got the smell of something nasty and creepy surrounding him. After going near to the golden box in which the doll was placed Zeus started howling which isn't the common case with dogs. Ed was tensed to see this behavior of Zeus and couldn't resist himself from kicking Zeus out of the room in no time.
             After dinner Lauren went to bed as she was bit tired from today's chores, but Ed was busy in his novel reading habit which got a breakdown when he felt something sliding his palm on his shoulders , Ed turned back to wish 'good-night' to Lauren but surprisingly Lauren was still in bed which turned his face pale and confused. Ed neglected it thinking it was just his imagination and considered it as result of play he watched at horror street.
            The act took an serious outcome when simple act of sliding hands over shoulders took an turn of pulling his legs down over bed which chilled Ed and he was shivering as his blood ran cold. He could feel something evil , some mysterious powers were eager to harm him down. He couldn't sleep the whole night and spent whole night sitting in his chair and just kept staring the golden box , yes the box with the doll.
           The next day he talked about this with Lauren and she took it in an funny way just to make him calm down but it was of no use. Zeus entering in the room sat quietly with no joy as usual and stared Ed till his curiosity got an end. Ed was not much happy with this concern of Zeus for him. The same thing happened for the consecutive two days , Zeus kept staring Ed and he was clueless as usual. He always asked his inner mind what Zeus is inquisitive about.
            Later that night as Ed was on his table he heard Zeus howling in pain as if he was in need , as someone is trying to harm him , Ed ran towards the corridor as fast as he could but was shocked to see the cruelty on Zeus , his eyes couldn't believe what he saw , Zeus was dead , he was no more , his ribs were just a shower of blood with intestines hanging in pain, it seemed someone killed him with  determined intention , jaws could be hardly recognized , he was crushed , attacked by someone having rotting nails made to kill , Zeus was buried the early morning leaving everyone in horror.
           The next day Ed was terrified and was in a state that he was trying to hide himself in the darkest shell he could but was clueless about the situation he was going to face. Lauren when was taking rest in noon after lunch she could hear someone scratching wooden box , that irresistible voice couldn't let her sleep , that voice peaked with time , this time Lauren got chills when she noticed a shadow of a doll with an only eye in the mirror confronting her , she ran towards Ed and asked him in an scary tone that do we got a doll in our room? To which Ed didn't uttering a word pointed towards the golden box , Lauren wasting no time opened the box and wait the doll was nowhere to be seen , seeing this Ed and Lauren were choked , they ran short of oxygen , trying hard to survive they just made out of the room and planned to leave Baltimore as soon as possible.
               After convincing themselves that it was just their imagination they started packing , they rolled whatever they could and just paved their ways to exit. Lauren waited for Ed in the corridor but wait as soon as Ed tried to escape the door slammed "boom". Lauren was terrified she ran to bring whatever help she could but was helpless. She was just banging the door shouting 'Ed Ed'.
         Ed could hear a voice coming from the mirror but he was terrified to hear the same voice from the spot where Ed use to sit and Zeus used to stare him for hours. Ed understood that Zeus wasn't staring him but the evil power he could see and was helpless in conveying his message. Ed just felt a bright light everywhere and was thrown up in air to the other side of the room , he felt someone is pushing rotting nails inside his chest and covering his mouth which still made Ed shout so loud to speak his pain. His ribs were disrupted , chest wasn't a close body anymore it was transparent till now, blood covered the dusty windowpanes and floor was red allover.
          The door opened by itself and Lauren rushed into room to safe Ed who was already sleeping forever. Lauren was in paranoid state ,she didn't even looked at Ed after seeing the intestines hanging ,  she couldn't utter a word , she couldn't cry , windpipe was soaked in terror. She in anger decided to throw that golden box out of the window but wait how was that possible?
       Doll had both the eyes stuck at her place! How's that possible , the very next moment she turned towards Ed and what she saw was unbelievable.
        She cremated Ed with just legs and hands remaining the only body parts and of course a single eye.

Don't forget to look for monsters under your bed!
                                              -Prince Tiwari



Wednesday, 11 November 2015


Once upon a time, a long time ago there lived a beautiful maiden named Medusa.  Medusa lived in the city of Athens in a country named Greece -- and although there were many pretty girls in the city, Medusa was considered the most lovely.
Unfortunately, Medusa was very proud of her beauty and thought or spoke of little else.  Each day she boasted of how pretty she was and each day her boasts became more outrageous.
On Sunday, Medusa bragged to the miller that her skin was more beautiful than fresh fallen snow.  On Monday, she told the cobbler that her hair glowed brighter than the sun.  On Tuesday, she commented to the blacksmith’s son that her eyes were greener than the Aegean Sea.  On Wednesday, she boasted to everyone at the public gardens that her lips were redder than the reddest rose.
When she wasn’t busy sharing her thoughts about her beauty with all who passed by, Medusa would gaze lovingly at her reflection in the mirror.  She admired herself in her hand mirror for an hour each morning as she brushed her hair.  She admired herself in her darkened window for an hour each evening as she got ready for bed.  She even stopped to admire herself in the well each afternoon as she drew water for her father's horses -- often forgetting to fetch the water in her distraction.
On and on Medusa went about her beauty to anyone and everyone who stopped long enough to hear her -- until one day when she made her first visit to the Parthenon with her friends.  The Parthenon was the largest temple to the goddess Athena in all the land.  It was decorated with amazing sculptures and paintings.  Everyone who entered was awed by the beauty of the place and couldn’t help but think of how grateful they were to Athena, goddess of wisdom, for inspiring them and for watching over their city of Athens.  Everyone, that is, except Medusa.
.When Medusa saw the sculptures, she whispered that she would have made a much better subject for the sculptor than Athena had.  When Medusa saw the artwork, she commented that the artist had done a fine job considering the goddess's thick eyebrows -- but imagine how much more wonderful the painting would be if it was of someone as delicate as Medusa.
And when Medusa reached the altar she sighed happily and said, “My this is a beautiful temple.  It is a shame it was wasted on Athena for I am so much prettier than she is – perhaps some day people will build an even grander temple to my beauty.”
Medusa’s friends grew pale.  The priestesses who overheard Medusa gasped.  Whispers ran through all the people in the temple who quickly began to leave -- for everyone knew that Athena enjoyed watching over the people of Athens and feared what might happen if the goddess had overheard Medusa’s rash remarks.
Before long the temple was empty of everyone except Medusa, who was so busy gazing proudly at her reflection in the large bronze doors that she hadn't noticed the swift departure of everyone else.  The image she was gazing at wavered and suddenly, instead of her own features, it was the face of Athena that Medusa saw reflected back at her.
“Vain and foolish girl,” Athena said angrily, “You think you are prettier than I am! I doubt it to be true, but even if it were -- there is more to life than beauty alone.  While others work and play and learn, you do little but boast and admire yourself.”
Medusa tried to point out that her beauty was an inspiration to those around her and that she made their lives better by simply looking so lovely, but Athena silenced her with a frustrated wave.
.“Nonsense,” Athena retorted, “Beauty fades swiftly in all mortals.  It does not comfort the sick, teach the unskilled or feed the hungry.  And by my powers, your loveliness shall be stripped away completely.  Your fate shall serve as a reminder to others to control their pride.”
And with those words Medusa’s face changed to that of a hideous monster.  Her hair twisted and thickened into horrible snakes that hissed and fought each other atop her head.
“Medusa, for your pride this has been done.  Your face is now so terrible to behold that the mere sight of it will turn a man to stone,” proclaimed the goddess, “Even you, Medusa, should you seek your reflection, shall turn to rock the instant you see your face.”
And with that, Athena sent Medusa with her hair of snakes to live with the blind monsters -- the gorgon sisters -- at the ends of the earth, so that no innocents would be accidentally turned to stone at the sight of her.

Tuesday, 10 November 2015

                                   3 ways to hack life

1.  Decide what you would put back on your plate if you could wipe it clean.

Our lives get incredibly complicated, not overnight, but gradually.  The complications creep up on us, one small step at a time.
Today I order a few things on Amazon, tomorrow someone gives me a birthday present, then I get excited and I enroll in a free giveaway at church… and I win, so then I decide I need a new six-foot cabinet to store my growing pile of stuff.  One item at a time, the clutter builds up in my space, because I keep adding new things without purging the old.
And the cycle continues in all walks of life too…
Today I say yes to a Facebook party invitation, tomorrow I say yes when a neighbor asks me to help him move a couch, then I get asked to a quick lunch meeting, then I decide to volunteer at my son’s youth group.  One yes at a time, and soon my life is too busy and complicated and I don’t know where I went wrong.
And because I’m feeling stressed, I distract myself…
I read a couple articles on, then I flip over to social media, then my email, and then I check my phone and watch a video of my nephew that my sister-in-law texted… and soon another day is gone, and I didn’t get anything done, and my life gets eaten away one little bite at a time, and I feel overwhelmed with what’s left undone.
How do we protect against this vicious cycle?
We have to take a step back on a regular basis and reevaluate what we have on our plate and why.
Instead of thinking, “Oh my gosh, there’s too much on my plate!” … let’s ask, “What if I started over again with a clean plate?”
What would you do if your schedule was empty?  If your plate were completely clean, with limited space, what would you put on it today?
For me, I might add some quiet, focused writing time; play time with my son; exercise time and tea time with Angel; a long lunchtime walk and a good afternoon talk with an old friend I haven’t spoken to in awhile; a couple short activities that matter to me and make a difference to others; reading and learning time; and time alone to think, meditate and unwind before bed.
Those are the things that I’d put on my clean plate (and now those are the things I DO have on my plate) because they feel right to me.
What would you choose to put on yours?
Once you’ve figured that out, you know what belongs on your plate.  And now you just need to constantly look at invitations and activities and requests and tasks that pop up, and ask: “Is this one of the things I would choose to put on my clean plate?”
And to help reinforce your decisions, you need to…

2.  Learn to say “NO” when you don’t want something new on your plate.

Saying yes to everything puts you on the fast track to being miserable.  Feeling like you’re doing busywork is often the result of saying yes too often.  We all have obligations, but a comfortable pace can only be found by properly managing your yeses.  So stop saying “yes” when you want to say “no.”  You can’t always be agreeable; that’s how people take advantage of you.   Sometimes you have to set clear boundaries.
You might have to say no to certain favors, or work projects, or community activities, or committees, or volunteer groups, or coaching your kid’s sports team, or some other seemingly worthwhile activity.
I know what you’re thinking – it seems unfair to say no when these are very worthwhile things to do.  It kills you to say no.  But you must.
Because the alternative is that you’re going to do a half-hearted, poor job at each one, be stressed beyond belief, and feel like you’re stuck in an endless cycle of failure and frustration.  You won’t be getting enough sleep, your focus will get worse and worse due to exhaustion, and eventually you’ll reach a breaking point.  (Read The Power of Less.)
So remember, the only thing that keeps so many of us stuck in this debilitating cycle is the fantasy in our minds that we can be everything to everyone, everywhere at once, and a hero on all fronts.  But again, that’s not reality.  The reality is we’re not Superman or Wonder Woman – we’re human, and we have limits.  We have to let go of this idea of doing everything and pleasing everyone and being everywhere at once.  You’re either going to do a few things well, or do everything poorly.  That’s the truth.
And that’s a perfect segway to the next point…

3.  Focus on no more than three things every day.

You might have more than three things on your plate, but that doesn’t mean you should try to chew on them all at once.  In fact, in a perfect world you’d find complete focus and do only one thing well for a prolonged period of time.  You’d pick one really important item from your plate, say no to all the rest, and focus on just this one thing.  This might be a project at work, a family obligation, or a charitable cause … but just one thing.  You’d learn to do it well, you’d improve more and more every day, you’d serve people exceptionally with your masterful skill, and you wouldn’t be stressed out with juggling obligations.
However, that’s not the way life works.  In most cases we can’t pare things down to one thing, so that’s why you pick two or three.  After coaching thousands of people over the past decade, Angel and I have found that the average person can do two or three things well every day, (and one thing really well).  With two or three focuses, you won’t be as concentrated, won’t learn as deeply, but it’s doable.  With four or five focuses, you won’t do anything well or learn anything deeply or serve anyone exceptionally.  And you will be stressed out.
So start paring down to two or three things: Wake up every morning and figure out what the most important two or three things are for the day, and cut out the rest.  Be ruthless.  Address your other obligations right then and there, and tell the associated people that you really want to help, but your plate is full.  You can’t serve them well today, so regretfully you must say “no.”
And when you’re down to two or three things, it’s best to give each some allotted time.  So a few hours for one, and then a few hours for another, etc.  Instead of being in a stressful task-switching state of mind, just take your next task, let everything else go, and just be in the moment with this one task for the allotted time.
Do this, and you will notice a difference.
Because life is not complicated.  We are complicated.  When we stop trying to doing everything at once, life becomes simple again, and we become successful again, one sane moment at a time.  (Angel and I discuss this in more detail in the “Simplicity” chapter of 1,000 Little Things Happy, Successful People Do Differently.)

Your turn…

How full is your plate right now?  What do you need to take off of it?  Please leave a comment below and share your thoughts with me.

-prince tiwari :))

Monday, 9 November 2015

                      BARACK OBAMA GOES SOCIAL

WASHINGTON: US President Barack Obama wants you to like him. And comment on him. And share his posts, too.

Obama launched his own personal Facebook page Monday, in a fresh attempt from the social media-savvy president to spread his message through nontraditional channels.

"President Obama, public figure" was quickly welcomed to the world of likes, long-lost friends and baby photos. Obama gained more than 200,000 likes in the first three hours his page was live. Among the early commenters were Facebook's chief operating officer Sheryl Sandburg.

Obama has long had a Twitter account, and his political campaigns have run a Facebook page under his name for years. "Barack Obama, politician" is still run by an iteration of that political operation, Organizing for Action.
The new page, however, is aimed at casting Obama as a regular guy, not a politician. In his inaugural video post, Obama gives a small tour of his "backyard" at the White House, noting he often sees a fox on the grounds, a hawk named Lincoln and other "critters". Obama then works in a plug for his work fighting climate change and asks for support in trying to "preserve this beautiful planet of ours" for future generations.

In his biography, Obama describes himself as "Dad, husband, and 44th President of the United States." But the ordinary guy routine ends there: The page also notes that comments and messages may be archived according to the Presidential Records Act.