Friday, January 31, 2014

Get dress for success

There are many of reasons why we need dress well in our everyday life, it’s no matter what we are doing or where we are going. Nobody likes to just wake up, then having a bath and go out in night dress, even we don’t like to stay in the home in our Pajamas. 

So… dressing well is really changed our day and mood. Here are some excellent reasons why we need to dress well, explaining why we should but put in the extra effort to look our best in everyday life.

1.Dressing well, Makes a Good Impression


Making a good impression is always important, more importantly for very first meeting with someone. And it's one of the best reasons why to dress well too. When we look good, people notice us very soon. If you meet someone in sweatpants, they will just assume you were too lazy to get dressed up. But if you meet someone in a cute outfit that expresses who you are, they will notice the effort you put into making yourself presentable.

2. It Will Give You more Confidence


Believe me; it will defiantly make yourself confidence about you. It’s because with a Good outfit, you feel a terrific comfort in your inner self. It makes you as a perfect human being.  Nothing feels better than walking down a crowded street in an outfit that makes you feel awesome. A cute outfit might be just the confidence boost you need to take on the day.

3. Getting Compliments for Your Outfit Feels Awesome


See, when we wear a new outfit for first time, our friends will look in to that and they pay much attention to us. So feel this way in everyday…it means we don’t have to wear new cloths in everyday, but good, stylish out fits. So everyday we’ll get more and more compliments about our look. As soon as we get a compliment on our outfit, it’s like nothing can ruin our good mood for the rest of the day.

4. You Never Know Who You Will Run into or what


Worst case scenario: You may run around in sweatpants and you see your ex-girl friend with his new handy boyfriend. Now imagine that same scenario, but instead of sweatpants, improper dress you are wearing a stylish, cute outfit that makes you feel amazing. Whether it’s an ex or a beautiful new girl, you never know who you will run into. So it never hurts to always look your best. Feeling good about yourself is an excellent reason to dress well.

5. You Can Express Yourself

And another way of expression your self is the cloths, which you ware. It’s like a mirror of your feelings. Your style will tell you how sweet you are may be, or how modern you are, or maybe even your life style. So why limit yourself to wearing something boring and bland when you can show everyone who you really are and wear something that expresses you?

6. It Will Keep You Productive


It is so easy to fall asleep or feel lazy when lounging around in a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt. And sometime you have cover yourself due to this unclean outfit. But when you are dressed to impress, you will be more motivated to get work done and go to forward. So…keep remember, if you ever have a big day ahead of you, get dressed up and you won’t be able to help but be productive. A big boost in productivity? Just another reason to dress well.

7. Feel Fabulous for every day

Most of the people dress like superstars for special occasions? Actually every day is a special day. You deserve it. and don’t save your beautiful outfits for few occasions. Be good in everyday. Treat everyday like special day.  

The bottom line

But at last, I tell you what? Wearing fare out fits is a cost thing. It will always depending with your income and the economy. But, I saw that many people buy clothes for two or three times for a year. So it means you buy few cloths at one time, so you have to spend big amount at one time. Actually it feels to your pocket significantly, if you are in low income. But don’t buy cloths in a schedule; just go to boutiques with your friends, at least once a month. If you see something special for you, just buy it. In that way you can stop spending big amount at a one time.  

Saturday, January 25, 2014

The promise

“Sorry Miss. Polina, I’m late”

“It’s Ok, Pavel…I Just came here” 

“So…shall we…?”

“Of course….did you bring the worms?”

“Yes…Yes…I got some worms”

While she was pointing my Bamboo stick...she said...

“So…here is our fishing rod huh? Just a dried bamboo stick?” she laugh loud at me….

“It’s Ok…Miss. Polina, we are not professionals, ….. are we? Let’s fishing with this”.

“Ok..Ok…my little fishermen…let’s we do it”

we moved to the little boat which was near by the river bank, and got in to it. So, I got the oar and rowed to middle of the river. While I was rowing, she put her hands in to the water, and smiled at me. I just looked in to her blue eyes and smiled too. Her sweet face was worth for watching for whole day. Her face always caught my eyes. And her long neck, and the blond curly hair…it’s always struggling with the breeze.

“Why?” she asked

“Why?” I asked too

“Why are you looking at me Pavel?”

Suddenly I came to the real world, due to taxi’s honking. 

“Where are we now son…?”

“Sir.... we just came to “Zell am See”, where do you want go… Sir?”

“Mmmmm…here is the address…my son…Seniorenwohnanlage d Stadtgemeinde, at  Porscheallee 33, 5700 Zell am See
 
After 20 minutes of drive, he stopped the car nearby large building. I couldn’t wait till I get down from the Taxi. So...The young taxi driver came and opened the taxi door for me. Then I got down and reached to the main entrance.

“Sir…you want me to wait here for you sir?” So the young driver yelled at me.

“Yes…my son…but it will take few hours…may be more…but I pay you son”

“As you wish Sir…Good day Sir”, again he yelled.

I went to the office premises in this nursing home. While I was going, I looked around; I could see lots of elder people were going here and there, on corridors. Some are in wheel chairs; some are sitting on benches and just looking around. Some are laughing, while some are crying. Some of them were really gave full of attention for me. I guess, It’s because, since I’m also in their age, they may think, I’m as a new comer.

“Good evening…Sir” Young lady spoke to me.

“OH…Good morning…my child”

“How can I help you Sir? You are here to mm…m…Admit…or…?”

“Oh no no...I’m here for a visit…. Actually to see a friend”

“OK…Well…let me help you Sir…what is his name? 

“Oh..yes…actually “her”…. name is…Uh…Mrs.Polina Adamchuk, around 85 years old ”

“Oh you really mean…Miss. Polina Adamchuck? …When did you visit her for last time Sir?”

“No...No my sweet child.... this is the very first time I came to visit her”

“Sir…Please be seated here.... Sir…I send a nurse to Miss. Polina's room and check. Then…I’ll arrange a escort to her....  Sir”.

“Of course My Dear child, I’ll wait here”.

I just sat, and the nurse came back, in seconds.

“Sir…I'm Sorry...She is sleeping for now, and it will take around an hour or two to wake…are you going to stay here until she wakes Or..What Sir?

“Darling…I came all this way from "Bern", to see her, after 57 years, there is no reason to go back without seeing her, I would like to remain and wait here for entire my life to see her again, if wants”.

“Sir…I’m sorry Sir…yes…yes…Please be seated here.... Sir…If you want anything just let me know Sir…and..Uh….Nurse….please ask Margaret, to arrange a drink for this Gentleman.”

“Well…thank you…I’ll go around and wait outside; I’ll need some air too.”

I came out side and sat on the bench under a tree. It was a really nice evening.

“Pavel Do you come tomorrow? And don’t forget the home works,,OK?

“Yes Miss Polina, right after I go home I’ll do it for sure, and yes tomorrow, I come school”

At first, Miss Polina was a nice teacher to me; she was very kind to me. I loved to go to school just because to learn from her. If she couldn’t come to school for a day, It was very hard for me to spend that day, without her kindness, and appearance.

One day, when I came to school, early in the morning, I saw Miss. Polina was sobbing at her desk. I surprised and I got so upset. I reached to her slowly and...Asked,

“Miss. Polina, Don’t you feel well?”

But she didn’t raise her head, and continuing the sobbing. I feel so helpless. Then again I asked...

“Miss... if you don’t feel well, please go home and sleep, then it will be Ok”

But she did say nothing. I couldn’t understand anything, but I feel I must go out. So in that day, her mood was not good. She didn’t talk with me or other teachers as usual. And I noticed all the other teachers looked at her with mercy. When she moved nearby them, they mumbled to each other’s years and breathe heavily. I couldn’t understand anything, but I want to know what is happening around her.

Then the School bell rang for the day end. I got my School bag and was coming out, suddenly someone hold by my shoulder.

“Pavel…what do you do for this evening?” it was her.

I was delighted in her voice “Miss Polina, I go to fishing by boat, in the river down by”

“May I join with you for today?” she asked from me sadly.

“Yes Mam, I love to…please”

In that evening she came to fishing with me.  So we sat down the River bank. Then I asked about the morning. She told me everything.

Her parents lived in “Belgrade” in Yugoslavia, and they died due to the Bombing by Germans, last week. She came here to Czechoslovakia as a teacher. She settled in “Znojmo”, my town. But now she had no one in this world for care about her. Though she felling love with few men, due to the war, nothing succeeded. I feel so pity about her. When she finished her story, I hold her hand tiredly, without even known to myself. She didn’t refuse it either. For a moment I forgot she is my teacher any more, instead, I feel her as a little girl who needs my kindness and attention. Even I really liked her, I know she is my teacher. but I go t strange feeling about her. I can’t explain it, I didn’t understand it was why or what. Finally we stood up, and we came back. The following day was a holly day. So I couldn’t wait to see her in next school day. When I went to school day after holly day, it feels so nervous to me. I couldn’t stop watching at her all the time. I couldn’t do any more school works there. The end of the school for that day…she came to me…

“Pavel…you go to fishing today also?”

“Yes Miss. Polina…as usual…I go almost every day”

“But… I guise you never catch a fish, aren’t you?” she asked me while smiling at me

“Mmmm…yes most of the days …No”

“OK…then I’ll meet you there”

I came to river side early, and I cleaned the boat for rowing and fishing. She came there. I could see her as a princess today. She was wearing a nice check frock. We sat on the grass, by each others. So…the big silence….

“Suddenly I asked…Miss. Polina…when is your Birthday?”

“It was September 23rd”

“Mmm..mm..”

“Why…? I guess you don’t want to know the year…huh?”

I just smiled and through a stick in to the river.

“OK…it was 1914, 23rd of September”

I really felt discomfort with her since then. And I told…

“Miss Polina…I prepared the Boat…shall we go for fishing?”

“Yes of course…why not? We came here for that”

While I was rowing the Boat. I thought to myself…I was just a 14 years Boy. She was a 27 years woman. This is so strange. But I really like her.. And I really want to help her, somehow. I swear to god no more than that. I couldn’t catch at least one fish as she told me. so when it was getting dark, we came back.

Since then…Time passed, days to weeks, weeks to months, and months to years. Our relationship was getting very strong as good companions. So the war... also was getting it’s peak. the year was 1943. Now I’m just 16 year old boy. This is the 5th year of Czechoslovakia under German occupation. Resistance groups are up rising everywhere in Czechoslovakia. I wanted to involve in to a resistance group. I left my school life and joined a group. War was in its middle age. Europe fate was unpredictable. Lots of youth hands needed to war efforts against the Nazis. So...My day has come.

I had to leave my town, with my group. It was the last day that I met Miss. Polina.

“Pavel…Still you are a 16 years boy, war is not for you, you don’t need to do this”

“I know its Miss. Polina, I’m just a little boy, and sometime war may not for my age, but…”

“But …what?”

“I want to be an adult, in my age and with my works”

“Pavel, you’ll get your ages and you’ll become an adult one day, you can’t be an adult doing a war”.

“I know but I want to acknowledge to my mind and to the society that, I’m well grown man.”

“For what purposes…Pavel?

I got few steps toward to Miss. Polina and hold her both hands, and said…

“I’m just a 16 years boy, but I want to be a 18 years boy so quickly, then I’m an adult, and grown man, So I can, love to woman…that I want….”

“Which woman? And love…Pavel…?

“Miss. Polina…can....c...can you wait  another two, three years for me? Then the war will be over, and I’ll be over 18 years man, So..I can say “I love you Miss. Polina…can you wait until I get my age, to love you, as a grown man?…Can you?...Can you wait for me…?

She Didn't speak any more. She held her hand on her mouth, and bit her own lips, and began to cry…then she turned back and ran away…

“Miss. Polina…” I yelled at her

“I told you the truth, if I survived the war, I come back for you as a well grown man…Miss. Polina…can you wait for me... I promise you…can you wait for me until I become a grown man?”

She stopped suddenly and turned back. I ran to her. She hold my face and kissed my forehead, and said…

“I will... Pavel..I will”

“Sir…here is a Drink…” young female nurse came to me and served a drink.

“Thank you my little angel” 

“May I sit next to you Sir?”

“Of course…yes…”

“So you from "Bern"? Sir…”

“Yes my child…but the truth is I came very far from.... than the "Bern"

“Miss. Polina was an old friend of you?”

“My sweet child, she was my one and only friend in my Teenage…I made a promise her one day, I wanted to keep that promise as a grown man, that’s why I came all this way to Austria”

“If you don’t mind, I would like to know your story…Sir”

“Oh…It’s OK…I love to tell you that…but it was not so sweet....."
 
"It's OK...Sir...I love to hear it"

"I met Miss. Polina as My school teacher in “Znojmo, in Czechoslovakia in 1939”. we were become good companions eventually. Then I involved with a Czechoslovakian resistance group and, moved to German front lines. But after two years I made my 18 years Adult barrier. So I voluntarily enlisted with Red army. But I got severe brain injuries during the last few days of the war. It was the April of 1945. So the very same year war ended. But I had to hospitalized, in Kiev, Ukraine for nearly 4 years. Then…in 1950 I came to Czechoslovakia to find Miss. Polina. I went to our school. There I met one of her friend, then I got a clue that Miss. Polina fled to Switzerland. But it was not easy to go Switzerland for me. During the era of Communist Party Rule, in Czechoslovakia. I was faced major difficulties to find a way to Switzerland. I was imprisoned for three or four times for attempting to escape for Switzerland. All my efforts to go to Switzerland failed, until 1990. So the Cold war ended. Communist Collapsed in Europe. I came to Switzerland. But she was not there at that era. I couldn’t have any clue about her until year 2000. Finally I got a information about this nursing home.

When I finished the story I saw that Young nurse is wiping out her cheek, with her kerchief.

“My child, I Searched Miss. Polina for last 57 years, all my young age I dedicated to find her, and now I’m old and grey, still I want to keep my promise to her”.

Suddenly young nurse looked away, and I looked too…

I saw that one male nurse is escorting a Very old woman in a wheel chair to our bench. I stand up to go to that old woman. But my legs are shaking. I tried to move few step forward…


Inspired By Love in WWII, and Communism in Europe. 

By Manu Fernando

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Symbolic or spiritual love?

Have you ever tasted a symbolic love or even experienced an exemplifying spiritual love? Unceasingly waiting for someone to come online and being on fire all the time he is there or even expecting a message from someone with its soothing and comforting, soft , subtle words and felt safe and peaceful. Love is so sweet, it is the language of feelings and marvelous emotions that cannot be conveyed but rather savored as they make you plunged in a marvelous world that resembles a fairy tale. If you ever have experienced or witnessed such an experience! 
 
It is not always so delightful as it may seem and the Lady was lost. Indeed, her symbolic love story that she took for a fairy tale turned out to be a hellish and a frightening nightmare. Virtual or online love story isn’t very common indeed. It happened one year ago, A humble, courageous, brave, ambitious, persistent , Muslim woman tied to religious beliefs and principles and who unwittingly and foolishly felt in love with a man that she thought was modest, tenacious, stubborn, placid and kind sort of man. 

At first, when she felt under his spell, she thought that he was a poor teacher but ambitious as she always believes that “being rich isn’t about having pockets full of money but rather a touching heart full of love, faith and peace of mind”. The love she felt for that man was more spiritual than physical. The fact that the Lady met him on a virtual social network was very conveying. Feelings and emotions were felt from a far, they plunged you in an everlasting, magnificent delightful world where all that counted is savouring and enjoying the very moment and forgetting about your past and present worries. How could we as human beings love someone without seeing, touching, feeling his love and hugs and enjoy the soft tenderness of his whispers and kisses around us? Hugs! Hugs! These were only ephemeral, nonsense, senseless, waffling words that she became reluctant to hear I miss you! I miss you! I want to see u! only trivial pretty words. She needed actions because love without actions means nothing and trust without proof is useless. She finally realized that her love was rather spiritual than physical and that she was mistaken to be driven in such a hellish and devilish adventure after all it was only love felt from one side for the wrong kind of man .A man who proved to be the incarnation of Lucifer on earth, a symbol of darkness of evil attracted by impurity and desire hallucinations, a kind of psychologically wicked and disordered guy. All he was interested in is taking advantage of her frailty, purity and humbleness and deviating her from the straight path and spiritual belief.

By Hela Tekali.

Saturday, January 11, 2014

Isn't it a Love story?

I always thought I deserved better in everything. But most of the time I was not that much lucky to have anything. Although things happened like that, my heart not ready to accept that reality, so I was trying in anything which wanted to achieve, even if it’s so hard or painful. But eventually, I've been drained of the energy to hold on.

Every time I was with her, I wondered who I was to her. Sometime I thought I was just her friend. Friends, after all, would make some sort of effort to catch up with each other. But I was more likely her assistant. When she needs me for something, she wants my assistance, that’s all she wanted me. But when ever she wanted my attention, help or kindness I did it with bottom of my heart. If her were in broken heart, always I was nearby her and fixed her. I was so happy to do that. If her missed the classes, or had any difficulties about the projects, I was helping her without doing my own works. Sometime she was mumbling her, feelings and emotions via telephone. I only listened to them, I never did let her know that my feelings or emotions about anything. It’s because, I thought she may fed up with my things. So… I cried at the other end of the phone, instead. But I tried to make her up, and I was always telling, everything gonna be Ok for her. I always keep my interesting about her as a secret. I never gave any clue about I liked her very much. I never did any effort into asking her out. I wanted to flirt with her, badly but I never.  I didn’t want to act as pushy boy either and wanted her to feel I’m the boy she is looking for.

When she was flirting with other boys, I cried hard in my heart and kept my patience. So finally,  I thought to make a distance between us and go away from her association. But after few days again she came and asked my help and my kindness. So again I did light up my hope about her caring about me. But after sometime, it happened again the same thing. This was circulating through out the passed three years. But eventually I realized that she was not for me. I was managing not to look at her, as could as possible. I skipped the most of the moment that, I should be with her. When she rang my phone, I ignored it and concentrated my mind and body to some other thing. 

End of the above all, my University life also ending up.Now time has passed almost for six months. she doesn’t phone me anymore. She didn’t ask about me, even from a friend of mine. I am pretty sure that she doesn't miss me. And honestly, she may forgot even existed me in her past. When I think about this, deeply, it feels so hurt for my heart that, she totally forgot me in her heart. But the same time I realized that, she never gave any satisfaction for me but the pain. So it was the truth. And it’s always hard to believe this painful truth for my heart.

Sunday, January 5, 2014

Under the Old Oak Tree.

As usual, I met her under the old Oak tree. That is the only oak tree, which is near by a wooden bench. And this is where I met her for first time. We sat on the wooden bench. Then she looked in to my eyes for a while and leaned on to my shoulders. I always happy to stay like that, So I can feel her breath and smell. Then she runs her fingers through my chest. Her silky hair which disobeyed, is struggling with wind blow. All are seems to be OK, but one thing. Not like other days, she didn’t talk with me much. I could feel how deeply her breaths, and sometime it became a deep sigh too. 

“Why this silence, and sad mood?” I Asked

Instead of answering me, she embraced me tightly. Then I moved my face to her eyes, I could see there are some sparkling tear drops in her eyes which, is trying ooze out soon. Then I kept my lips on her forehead. Suddenly she raised her head due to a noise which was made by a goose in the pond. Then she holds my hands and gave a deep look in to my eyes and turned her eyes towards to the mountain range, while biting softly her lower lip.

Then she stood up and moved a bit forward, and still looking at “Tatra mountain range”. I was looking her back, how beautiful is she? I thought to myself. She is wearing a short frock like the very first day that I saw her. My mind ran away to seven months back.

I’m an Estonian who came to Zakopane, Poland for work. I met her nearby this old oak tree in last winter season. Since then she was falling in love with me. And, then she is everything to me. My life is in this unknown country, would be meaningless without her sweet love. She gave everything to me. So…I couldn’t think about a life without her.

I could hear she is crying softly, and I could see it, while looking at her trembling body. Suddenly she turned back and run to me. Then I stood up. She straightly came to me and hugged me like a baby. She was crying hardly.

“Why this…?”

I asked softly, holding her shoulders and while moving her a little away from me. Now I can see her lovely face closely. Her eyes are reddish, her pinky lips are trembling and yellowish. Tears are oozing upon her pinky cheeks. 

Then her awake her shaking voice…”I’m sorry Edie...I’m really sorry”

 ”For what Juliana?”

 ”I didn't want to loose you ever, that’s why i cheated on you”

”You cheated...? about what...? What are you talking about Yuli?” 

”I’m Sorry Edie...I’m a married women”

And i didn't speak anything. I just stay still.

she surprised about my silence. And looked in to my face. 

”Edie... why you stay still...? why don't you flap on my Cheek...please do it...I deserve it.

I remain the silent and sat on the bench. She is still sobbing. I knew, she doesn't know that, it was known to me, she as a married women, since the day that I met her.

 ”Yuli I knew that...since the beginning. 

She talks with the shaking voice.

”How could that possible...Edie?”

”The day that we met, I saw the wedding ring in your finger. But the next i didn't see it. I knew that you are  pretending as a single. Day by day you were closing to me. Eventually, I feel you are a part of my soul. I didn't want to loose you either...But now i feel, I did the wrong...Because...I should have told you that, then you may walk away from me, at the very begging. I made this sadness in you, yuli....I’m really sorry...My love”
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”No...No...don't say that, you never did wrong, This is the happiest time in my life. Though I married to Kyle, he never loved me. Sometime he didn't come home for months. He lives his own life, i am not in his world. So you are the person who made my life. I knew that I got special place in your heart. I thought, if i tell you about my marriage, you may go away from me. I never wanted to loose you, even now. That's why i cheated on you...Edie.....I’m sorry, Oh god...” 

She was crying while hitting her head on the bench. 

Then I moved to her and bent her face on my chest. It is almost 6’o clock. It will be dark soon. we must leave, before the dark.