Quotes from "The Alchemist"

Ever read the world-famous book “The Alchemist”?. 

                 When I read the allegorical novel  for the first time,it became my instant favorite. It was published in 1988 and it’s still being re-printed and published. I can assure you that most of the book shops will have this novel for sure.

  

                  Have you ever felt thwarted that none of your dreams came true?Have you ever suffered the agonizing pain of loneliness?Have you ever cried alone in the dark? If so, I am sure this book would be a great medication for those of us.

                 Paulo Coelho through his simple words and story line gives us the best message to break out of our shell of diffidence. I have drafted my most favorite quotes and I can assure you that these quotes would make a great change in your life forever and these quotes would make sense even if you haven’t read the book before.

         Here is ten of my most favorite quotations from Paulo Coelho’s “The Alchemist”.

1. “When you want something, the entire universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.”

2. “It’s the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.”

3. “There is only one thing that makes a dream impossible to achieve: the fear of failure.”

4. “If someone isn’t what others want them to be, the others become angry. Everyone seems to have a clear idea of how other people should lead their lives, but none about his or her own.”

5. “Everything tells me that I am about to make a wrong decision, but making mistakes is just part of life. What does the world want of me? Does it want me to take no risks, to go back to where I came from because I didn’t have the courage to say “yes” to life?”

6. “‘My heart is afraid that it will have to suffer,’ the boy told the alchemist one night as they looked up at the moonless sky. ‘Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second’s encounter with God and with eternity.’”

7. “Love is an untamed force. When we try to control it, it destroys us. When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused.”

8. “When we love, we always strive to become better than we are. When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too.”

9. “There was a language in the world that everyone understood,. It was the language of enthusiasm, of things accomplished with love and purpose, and as part of a search for something believed in and desired.”

10. “What you still need to know is this: before a dream is realized, the Soul of the World tests everything that was learned along the way. It does this not because it is evil, but so that we can, in addition to realizing our dreams, master the lessons we’ve learned as we’ve moved toward that dream. That’s the point at which, as we say in the language of the desert, one “dies of thirst just when the palm trees have appeared on the horizon.”

                                                                        

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The Interpid Revolution

This is the definition I got when I surfed the internet about this term called Politics.Well,according to me politics is a portmanteau derived from the two words poly meaning many(numerous) and Tricks which literally means an act to fool or swindle someone. 

                      

                        So, here is my definition for Politics. Politics is an appositive phrase, meaning, 'The government plays numerous tricks for which, the common people are primarily the deplorable victims'.

                            My hatred towards politics started at a very tender age.My dad used to force me,to watch the News channel every day. I’d love to hear any sort of news except politics which mainly had pessimistic kvetches of one party over the other, corruption, dishonesty, scams and occasionally some disgusting news like ministers watching porno inside the parliament , a minister who was imprisoned for a million dollar scam turning out to become the Member of parliament and rouges being elected as ministers etc. (I’m sorry if I was little pessimist myself there).

                             So,what made me write this post? I’ve already turned 18 and I am about to get my voter identification. 

                          I had an idea to cast vote for the new addition by the Election council where the voters had the option to reject all candidates by voting for “none of the above” (NOTA). The option however is simply hypothetical—votes marked to “none of the above” would simply be ignored while deciding the winner and it wouldn’t matter even if over half the votes were for NOTA.

                          The question is, am I going to do this all throughout my life? However, the Right to vote act clearly states that it is in the hands of the citizens to elect a perspicacious representative who would govern the country with utmost solemnity and sincerity and voting just to show that you are capable of voting is sort of disgracing and disobeying this Right.

                However, the recent scenarios in the field of politics made me to blow away the cobwebs. An educated common man grows up from nowhere,begins a revolution, contests elections and outshines turning down the fate of a political organization which had its roots in this soil ever since freedom.

                  I felt happy after I read the news about people refusing to accept money or any other form of bribery from any political party to cast their votes for them in return and also the stern rules stated by the election commission.

                “Prediction is not just one of the things your brain does. It is the primary function of the neo-cortex, and the foundation of intelligence.”

                                             -Jeff Hawkins.  

                It takes a lot of cognizance and intellect to predict something which is about to happen in the future. When Kalam sir predicted that India would become a super power by 2020, I thought it was a lame joke with this present situation, really!!.May be that was because of the domination of my pessimism over the optimism but,with the present economic and political outcomes and news about the educated youngster’s taking up the charge and initiative, India would definitely become a Developed superpower by 2020.A country which is already being feared for her power would be extremely revered for her socio-economic status in the future.

              I remember how my grandparents used to feel proud when they say that they lived in this same soil and was a part of the freedom movement when India got her freedom.If everything turns out well as expected, Even I’d have the privilege to boast to my son that I lived in this soil when India was declared a superpower.

"A dream which is on the verge of definite realisation Is no more a dream, It's a lucid reality".

                              -Jai-hindh.                                                                     

                                       -Adhithya

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Friendship

Its hard to put into words the things I want to say,
The happiness and gaiety which I feel every day,
The feeling of friendship,admiration and care,
The  feeling of solicitude that we share.

Friendship will never leave me apart,
for,Its deeply embedded in my heart.  

Friendship never breaks,it isnt so brittle,
It is the strongest feeling from the heart though little.

A lap to lie,a shoulder to cry, 

Sharing a single view in two different eyes.
It's my gift,the gift of god's grace.
I thank that invinzible for this friend who embrace.

Similar to the sand which holds the earthling trees.
Like the mutuality and bondage among the honey bees.
Like the sun which glows the earth with light,
You made my life shine so bright.

                                          

Showing the truth like goddess you are,
You keep me guided like a northpole star.
This is a sacred,the strongest bond,
It would remain immortal through my future and beyond.

Your care,your love,my happiness and gaiety,
Should remain forever I pray the almighty,
With my infinitesimal heart,i swear so brave,
Our friendship will endure though I lie in grave.
                                                                 -Adhithya

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Civil War

It was a blissful morning until I heard that blaring noise,
A noise of an explosion assorted with shrill shouts and cries,
I saw an horrendous object which was dropped down from an hover,
Before I could cogitate,everything was already over.


As I regained my bleared conscious, I tried to open my eyes,
The enormous baleful smoke covered up the scarlet sky,
Everything was totaled and tattered with huge blows and mars,
They shattered the entire village in the name of a civil war.


 
You know,
Our ancestors inhabited this village and their origins cannot be dated,
Most ancient,revered and civilized that their sanctity cannot be stated.
But, The vast stretch of this fertile land is now withered and ablated,
The ravishing village once now lies soulless and desiccated.


We were forced to move to the camp, a so-called safest place.
Thousands of victims were chucked in,more than the expendable space.
In the name of native refugees,we were treated like an animal herd.
Our pensive begs for food were left ignored and unheard.


My interim stay at the camp were dire unbearable days,
Where each and every soul was tortured in numerous ways.
Women and hapless infants were mostly the deplorable victims,
And this torment seemed to happen as an edict of inconspicuous dictum.

This horrendous act of inhumanity increased each day,
Rapes and brutal abuse evolved into a cold-blooded slay.
Watching my blood-mates die was something my heart couldn't bear,
And everyone left this earth having their face imprinted with fear.

As the seconds of darkness stroked incessantly, arrived my final day.
I had no other choices to opt other than heeding to fate's play.
The boisterous bullet was triggered,It pierced right in my heart,
I wish to leave back my final message as my souls starts to depart.

                             

                             Final words

        "You were born on this earth bringing nothing,
                 And that is how you'll leave.
        Your debauched ways of acquiring something,
                Will definitely end up in grieve.

        Everyone was born with an empty hand,
              No place was reserved with a berth.
         This entire Earth is mother nature's land
               And this is the eternal truth.
          
              No force except the nature can 
               Determine your birth or death 
       Remember, Every soul killed here will revive again
            Like this beatified holy man of Nazareth."
                                                                       -Adhithya
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"Your imaginary lines called borders can divide the disputed land,it can neither divide the sky nor any element of nature"
                                       "Nothing on earth belongs to you".

I started to write this poem in common for the all victims of war,but it ended up relating to the horrific incidents which happened in Srilanka,I tried to collect information from all the possible sources and I've tried to portray only the reality through my words..Dedicated to the souls of innocent victims of war.

                              

                      

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Mother Teresa

An angel was born on earth with a divine flame,

To cure people from sickness and lame,

She was sent by the god down to earth,

Incarnated with love right from birth.

There was a great change, a great reform,

For those people who spent their lives in platform, 

She spent all her life to serve the humanity,

She spent her life to eradicate poverty.

Though she faced challenges she dint retreat,

for,the challenges were defeated under her feet,

She lived all her life humble and simple,

curing all the people from sickness and ill.

She worked like a fire, a burning star,

to slew away the poverty,a pathetic war,

For serving the humanity and helping the poor,

She'll be remembered by us forever and ever

                                                           -Adhi

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Female Infanticide

A little girl's voice:

It has been three days since the day i began to bloom,
Little had i an idea, my life would end in gloom.
Very dark,very lonely I lay inside a dark room,
My little conscious whispered that I was inside a womb.

Days went by it has been three months now,
Though it was dark I managed to survive somehow.
With all my excitement bundled I was awaiting to see,
To see the world with a little guess of how it  would be.

Days died, months went by my heart begun to beat,
Excited to see my mom i kicked her womb with my feet.
My senses grew and I could hear speaking sounds a lot,
I understood what it meant though I wasn't a polyglot,

All my happiness faded and vanished into the air,
I could hear someone scream "SHE shouldn't be there".
I could feel my mom's tacit fear reverberate over my body,
"SHE is after all a FEMALE" were also those words of parody.

After that,Most of the time mom spent her life sleepless and alone,
All i could sense was her grief and solitude mourn.
Though I couldn't see my mom,I could feel her pain,
The pain and grief what she felt reached me through her vein.

One black day all of a sudden I saw a flash of light,
The glimpse of my first view was the most brutal sight.
All I could see was a wicked doctor with a knife,
His barbarous face asserted "You ain't no fit for life" .

I tried to move,tried to wave my hands of in regret,
But all in vain, very soon I was made a lifeless object.
The time has come,the time to leave and return back to the sender,
The only lesson i learned from earth,"Its all in the gender".

A letter addressed from heaven:

Hi mom,
It's me again writing to you from heaven,
I hope you're fine and your days are happy one.
I have so many angel and fairy friends making me happy here,
But no one could make me feel, the LOVE you showed me dear.

I prayed to god if I could see my lovely mother,
Amiable almighty replied that we shall be together.
Mom,with tonnes of excitement bundled again I'm awaiting to see,
But please so make a wish that "I should be 'he' ".. 

                                                                                       -Adhithya
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I have indicated the feminine gender in upper cases to indicate that femininity is always superior

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The Kind Heart

It has been three days since I was abducted into this senile building; a totally isolated area with no traces of human beings around, the building resembled a castle, a centenarian, like the one which I’ve read in the novels.The room I was shut in had a large entrance and a small window which was about 50 feet from the ground, it was the only source through which I could find out if it was day or night.

         Occasionally I heard the birds chirping and noises of the vehicle approaching towards the building.The vroom of the vehicles eventually took me to my past,it reminded me of my son Ricky who aspired to become a F1 racer but ended up losing his life in a fatal accident. I was firm believer of god when I was young, but my faith on god started to diminish right on the day I lost my son and vanished completely the day I lost my husband to a cardiac arrest. GOD according to me became more of a deceptive myth. 

But,How did I end up inside this building??

This is how it started,

              I love to travel a lot, you can call me a travel obsess.In-fact my dream was to become a journalist so I could travel all around the world , explore different places and get to know different culture but I ended up getting a job in the U.S. Central administration yet I managed to visit most parts of the world and because of the influence I had in the central , visa clearance wasn't much of a trouble.

                 This year I decided to visit one of the wonders of the world, not just because of the reason that I love traveling but also to get over the trauma I suffered over these years.I decided to make a visit to ‘Tajmahal’, words can never express its beauty, it was like god’s own masterpiece, it was surely one of the splendid place of all the places I have visited.

                   As soon as I came out of it, a bunch of travel agents surrounded me like a swarm of bees, each one providing their best offers to take me to the other monuments nearby, each one reduced a few bucks on negotiation and I finally fixed up with a travel agent who quoted few hundred bucks lesser than the others, he promised me that he'd take all the other monuments nearby and leave me at the airport directly.

                Everything seemed to go well.I visited few more monuments.It was a few Kilometers from Fatehpur Sikri when the car stopped suddenly in the middle of a village.Two men with stunt gun and a large rifle approached from nowhere, they covered my face with a piece of cloth and that was the last thing I could remember.

       After I regained my conscious; my senses presumed that I was abducted by terrorists, and that ended up being the fact.They locked me up inside this room that is how I ended up inside this asylum of darkness.

       Every day two gigantic men would come and provide me with food which was usually stale and rotten. They would check me up if I was physically alright and that was all,They never spoke to me, we had no interaction, all my vociferation were left ignored by them.

   

       I soon realized that their demand was not with me, I knew they’d make their demands to U.S. embassy for whatever they needed.Working in the central embassy I was well aware of foreigners being abducted and I also knew my life was indeed important to them until their demands were met. In fact, if they let me escape, their demands will not be satisfied.

        I knew, staying up here would never help me in anyway.I made a plan.I started to bruise my hand with the sharp edge hook of my chain , blood started oozing out, I did it until it made a big incision, I knew I'd be taken out for medication.

           

             My plan seemed to work. I was dragged out of the dark place by two men. It had been about a week since I last saw the rays of the sun, my eyes refused to bear the glare. I thought I’d be taken to the hospital or at least to a paramedic for a first aid to whom I thought I could make signals to show them that I was in trouble,that was the only escape plan I had.

            

           Things never seem to work according to my wish; I was dragged into another room in the same senile building.On my way I saw numerous doors which could possibly have dozens of captives inside. I was dragged to a young man who was in his twenties with overgrown beard and subtle features inscribed in his rough face. He was definitely one among them.

       As soon as I came in, the guy starred at me. Something seemed familiar in his eyes, he resembled more like my son Ricky. I couldn’t take my eyes out of him.As the memories of my son resuscitated I started to cry. I spoke to him, every little thing I could possibly speak, I cried, I yelled I did everything I could to let him know that I was trapped.He dint seem to bother, I was not sure if he understood the language which I spoke, he was keen in tying the bandages around the bruises after which I was dragged into the silent asylum again.My plan dint work but at least I could share my feelings with someone which made me feel better than screaming to these ear-less walls.

             As soon as I came back I removed the bandage, I scratched all over the bruises so that those wounds would never heal and I would be able to see him one more time.

             During the next day, I was dragged to the same room.he was sitting in the same room with his medic box waiting for me. I could find the traces of sympathy in some corner of his subtle face. I spoke to him again, with all my accumulated senses and feelings gushing out into words.

                  During the next visit, it wasn't the same, there was a smile in his face,a little smile of solace, peeping out of his lips, the one similar to Ricky’s smirk. I sat down silently on the desk.

              After the medications, he slowly looked up into my eyes and whispered “I wish I were your son”. Those were the only words I have heard for over a week, a dialect which I was able to make sense . Those words kept echoing all over my ears, and the walls seemed to reflect his voice back and forth adding little decibels each time, and every time it reached me I felt happy,happiness without a specific reason.

               During the next day, I heard the sound of the choppers surrounding the place, sounds of walkie-talkie  blurted out the familiar language, sounds of the footsteps rushing towards accompanied by gunshots and human shrills finally the doors opened, they were soldiers, soldiers who belonged to my country.

               They had shot down every single terrorist they came across, all the doors were opened and all the captives were released. My happiness knew no bounds, we were out very soon.

               The smell of the fresh air, the sunlight, the familiar language or the fact that I was finally out of this solitary confinement,I couldn't decipher which one made me feel happy.

                 The soldier informed us that they came to know our location through an anonymous phone call.I knew it was him,the guy who treated me, the guy who disguised or at least seemed to mask his tender heart with his rough face.

                 All through my way back home I was praying to GOD. I was making wishes to the one whom I once thought never existed.The one whom I thought was nothing but a fangled myth made out of a fool man’s mirage.I was praying that he should have escaped the attack.

                Next day the television reported that every terrorist who were on that spot were killed. The newspaper displayed all the pictures of the deceased, there he was,in the last photograph among all the others with bruises all over his face.

                 The article written in the newspaper left me baffled, it said that none of the neighbors could identify the young guy; they claimed they have never seen this guy before and none could possibly identify even a little information about him.

               

         There were dozens of questions and thoughts running inside me.Was that Ricky? Did he come there only to save me? or did GOD wanted to show me that Ricky still lives somewhere at some part of this expanded universe always looking at me?.But why should he take him back? I couldn't make out the answers for most of the questions.

           I never knew if GOD really existed or it was just an intelligent ex-cogitation of human intuition, but there is certainly a central cardinal force trying to hold every single atom of this universe together,but, if I had the power, I would put GOD into the same situation take away all his happiness and everything that would mean so much to him, just to make him realize what the word “PAIN” actually means….

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