Feeling like this lately??

Living a healthy life means feeling emotionally strong. These days we, as individuals lead such busy lives that even 24 hours feel short in a day! Hectic work and home lives have caused us to have a lot of STRESS in our lives. How we deal with stress is a completely different matter. So, I thought it would be beneficial to have a set of classes which explain what stress is and how to manage it. If you are interested, then just like this post or leave a comment. Here is what the classes will comprise of.

1. CLASS 1: What is Stress? The physical and emotional responses to stress.
2. CLASS 2: Identifying the sources.
3. CLASS 3: Unhealthy ways of coping with stress.
4. CLASS 4: Dealing with stress: the four ‘A’s.
5. CLASS 5: How you can use fun and relaxation to combat stress.
6. CLASS 6: How different foods can help you fight stress.

Classes begin tomorrow…Learn how to de-stress your life and to enjoy it to the fullest!!

Remember this iconic song?? I loved this song when I was a child and would start singing it anytime of the day and somehow it always cheered me up! Today, all of a sudden this song popped into my head when I wasn’t feeling all that well. Now…I feel all perked up and ready to go and hence I am writing this blog.

Music can do that to you. It has been known to have the most therapeutic healing power. Ever tried listening to your favourite song when you are feeling low? Or stressed? Or angry? Now try and remember how you felt afterwards…there must have been a significant difference.

It has been thought that music affects the right hemisphere of the brain; the hemisphere which controls the cognitive and emotional functions.

Today, why don’t you try and listen to your favourite song and see how it makes you feel.

Today’s tip from MyHealthIm: Listen to Music when you feel tired; stressed; angry; tensed; or even a little low and feel the difference sweep over you. Have fun listening to my favourite song today and sing along!

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1. You don’t have to be uptight. You can control tension if you think you can!
2. Remember that the relaxed through power-driven life is not easily attained. It must be cultivated. So start to work it now. Practice and continue practicing.
3. Practice the getting of tranquility by passing peaceful words and thoughts through your mind daily and nightly and have a strange healing quality.
4. Reduce as many of the noise decibel from your environment as possible.
5. Seek within yourself for peace of mind. It’s there for you.
6. Look inside and get at the deeper cause of your nervous tension.
7. Eradicate any unhealthy attitude pattern which is keeping you stirred up and unconscious.
8. Unhurry yourself.
9. Put your trust in God and just go calmly your way.

Due to the web-absence of this blog last week, this feature has a second of the book and it is entitled: Motivation that really motivates. I especially like on this topic the number 7. Today, I thanked a mentor for the inspiration and influence. She just inspired me to read Psalm 27. She is a confidant who sees the good and everyone but does not tolerate misconducts. For me, she is a real person who has her shortcomings but acknowledges and makes up for them. A servant-leader and a good motivator, leading me to the content on motivation:

1. It puts the fire in you – the fire that gets the inner power going.
2. It reveals your own talents. Do you really know your potential? Search for it for it’s there, then release it.
3. Don’t be a hold-out, be an all-out.
4. And whatever you do don’t be a half-minder.
5. Remember that the most powerful motivation is spiritual motivation, so expose yourself to the spiritual.
6. Keep alert to the magic motivated word that can motivate you from the indifferent to dynamic living.
7. Associate with motivated people.
8. Cultivate motivational ideas that pulsate  with go power.
9. In adversity, keep motivated for often the best comes from difficulty.
10. Imagine your goal. Hold that image in consciousness. Keep that image always before you and your goal will materialize.

It’s been a long week and typhoon Quiel is approaching. Gotta get some real good sleep now. Gotta stay relaxed and motivated. Ciao!

When people are tensed, waiting for a phone call, waiting for a result, they tend to run to the refrigerator more. When people are free, with nothing to do, they tend to find solace with their refrigerator. In fact wonder how often have you just entered the house and inadvertently walked up to the refrigerator?

This makes me wonder, “What is it about the refrigerator?”

Is it the cold breeze that hits us as we open the door? Ever felt that sudden rush of cold fresh air that surges out as we open up the baby. Remember those hot days, when we did open up the freezer to cool ourselves off. The refreshing miracle power of the machine!

Is it the enchanting lighting that engulfs us in the dead of the night? One would agree that there is something dull yet attractive about the refrigerator light. Can it be the missing link?

Is it the food that attracts us? It is said, “Our modern skull houses a pre-historic brain”. In the sense whatever our brain reflexes are today, they are borne out by pre-historic experiences. Like we are afraid when we see a snake, but we are barely afraid while crossing a road. When the fact is more people die every year, crossing the road than by a snake bite. It is explained by the fact that pre-historically more people died of snake bite and it was a serious threat to humans. Our reflexes are built on that.

Now, what we store in refrigerator? Food, right? Our basic instinct is to look for food for survival. Refrigerator might be interpreted by our brain as the Provider. We open the door time and again, not looking for food but looking after the food. A filled up refrigerator gives us the secure feeling.

By time and again opening the door, we are trying to safeguard the food and checking if we are okay. Now that’s called protecting the Provider.

We don’t want to talk about being nervous because that conveys our fears. Being unsure is almost as bad as being dead. So it’s harder to embrace anticipation; who would embrace death? However it’s important to know that just like death is an inevitable consequence and sometimes even a purpose in life, so is anticipation an important aspect of our existence.

The lack of it would take away from the sweet taste of success. It would also numb the sting of failure. However failure is just as necessary, or at least feeling the pain of failure is. Anticipation prepares us; for the worst and for the best.

Being nervous is not a sign of weakness. That monologue you need to deliver on stage will leave an indelible impression on everyone’s minds about you. It’s a good reason to be scared about it. That pressure of success and performing will and should overwhelm you. Only then will you achieve your personal best (or worse).

Next time you feel anxious, try to think about why you’re feeling it. How important is the result which awaits your comprehension? Will it change your life? Respect your mind when it’s making you tensed because only your mind is aware of the importance of the subsequent events and it’s trying to tell you about it.

Let the anticipation be your guide.

My Economics tuition teacher is a professor teaching in a college, he’s young (I would say 6 to 8 years older to me. He isn’t married but lives with his parents and relations, all under one roof. It’s common in India to find the whole family tree staying together. He had a wonderful character and was always smiling.

# Week 1

I wasn’t the only one going there to his house for tuition. There were others going there too. But mostly whenever I go there I was always alone. He had his own tuition room all for himself and he always keeps the door locked. At first I thought the locking door thing has to do something with the kids that are staying there. But I later realized that when I am there all alone he keeps the door locked and when other students are there with me the door is always unlocked.

#Week 2

For the first one week the door was always unlocked. From the second week onwards he started locking the door. We both used to sit opposite each other and as the week went by he started to sit next to me and put his left hand over my shoulders. I never took that seriously. It was more like when friends walk together; they have their hands over their shoulders.

A whole week went away like that. At times it was hard for me to believe what he tried to do me. He was so friendly and he was more like a friend rather than a professor. But I have no choice but accept the truth.

# Week 3

This was the worst week of my life. My dad used to tell me when I was young that if any one tries to molest you, always tell your mom or me because once it starts and you don’t take action at the right time, the situation is going to be really bad. It’s going to affect my mind and my student life.

As usual he sat next to me with his left hand over my shoulders. Almost 10 minutes since the class started and he suddenly without a warning he put his right hand inside my shirt and started to rub my chest and stomach. I remember very well that when my dad was counseling me, I was thinking to myself at the time that if ever such a case does happen to me, I will smack his or her face so hard that their eyes balls are going to fall of their sockets and bounce around the room.

But at that time, I was so confused, scared and God only knows what. For the whole week he had his hand inside my shirt. My parents were abroad at that time and I was staying with my mom’s relation. I wanted to tell them what was happening to me there in tuition class but the words just won’t come out. I had so much confident when my dad was counseling me. But now I’m sitting in a professor’s house, the door locked and the so called professor who I now know is a pervert and is having all the glorious moments to himself.

# Week 4

I started to lose my concentration in my studies. He gave me a test and I screwed it big time. I started going late for tuition class. I started to stay in my room most of the time and went out with friends rarely.

Basically he won. He’s getting what he wanted. Was I scared because he was an elder or was it that he was a professor? I heard many cases like this on the news. Children of different ages getting sexually abused or raped and their lives have been the same again. I knew it was getting out of control and I had to tell somebody about this. Where was that man like feeling I had in me when my dad was counseling me? I had no idea. Fear and confusion took over my whole body.

The worst day has come. As usual, the same thing, his left hand over me and his right hand inside my shirt. I was sitting there just staring at the books in front me. I was more like frozen. This time there was something strange about him. He was breathing hard. He put his hand on my belt. I know what he was thinking. After sometime, I can feel him trying to slip his hand inside my pant. But I didn’t allow him. Allow him in the sense means I put a lot of pressure on my belly and thus making my pant tight for him to slip his hand inside. He tried it three times but failed and later gave up.

While I was walking back to my aunt’s place, I was sweating and having a bad headache. I just still couldn’t understand why I was keeping my mouth shut? Why can’t I just spit it all out? It was fear and the devil was having the time of his life.

The next day was horrible. Before leaving for the tuition class, I wanted to tell my uncle what was happening but I didn’t. Trust me, I was so confident in myself that I was a man and nobody could mess with me. But at that time, where was that man in me? So this is what happened to all those people who were sexually abused or raped.

I used to think, why these idiots can’t tell somebody what was happening before it was too late. Why were they keeping their mouth shut and letting them win over you. Why? And now I felt what they felt.

FEAR and BETRAYAL…

That was what was stopping me. He made me believe that he was there by my side to help me in whatever obstacles I faced. He made me trust him. And I did just that…

By the time I reached his home, I was a having a splitting headache. I felt a fever coming. I went in the tuition room and sat on my usual chair and opened my books and waited for the devil to play with me. He came in and this time I saw a look of determination on his face. He wanted it badly. He locked the door and sat next to me and immediately put his left hand on my shoulder and his right hand inside my shirt.

I felt my head was going to blow up to a thousand pieces any moment. I could hear my own heartbeat. He put his hand on my belt and tried to unbuckle it. There was this distant voice inside me, telling me to fight him of. The faces and voices of those who were sexually abused or raped kept flooding into my head. I knew if he succeeds in removing my belt, it’s all over for me. I just kept repeating inside me “God, Please save me”.

And suddenly I spoke or was it shouted. I don’t know from where this voice inside me came from. I don’t even remember thinking of those words. It was like as if there was someone controlling me from the inside. I looked at him straight into his eyes and said it with fit rage, enough for the whole block to hear it,

“STOP IT! I DON’T LIKE WHAT YOU ARE DOING TO ME. IT’S DISTURBING AND IF YOU EVER DO THIS AGAIN, I’M TELLING MY PARENTS AND MY RELATIONS. THAT ALSO INCLUDES, YOU’RE FAMILY.”

At that very second I felt like I was floating. I felt so light. I felt that man inside of me. The professor was just staring at me in fear for like a whole minute. I don’t what was going on inside his head but he kept staring at the door and then back at me. I guess he was afraid if anyone heard me shouting at him. And slowly almost in whisper, he apologized and said he will never do that again.

He took my book and started to read the paragraphs. I could hear him stammer and I could see my book vibrating on his hand. I did it!!! I won!!! I fought the devil and defeated him. I sat straight with my head high up and with a challenging expression on my face.

I quit my classes over at his place the following week. I somehow managed to learn whatever I could and somehow just passed with average marks. I knew I could have done better if I would have stopped him earlier. But I didn’t. I admit it was a mistake from my side. I was scared and I allowed fear to take control of me. I felt sorry for all those victims I have heard on news. I now understand the fear they felt. I started advising kids younger to me of the consequences they will face if they don’t gather all the courage inside of them and fight back.

There are so many victims like me and I’m posting this horrible experience of mine, hoping that you would understand what it takes to be brave and strong, understand what is right and wrong and stop anybody, even if it has to be a member of your family. It’s your life that is going to be destroyed completely if they ever succeed. Please do help others who have been a victim to such horrible crimes. Even though others have faced worse situations than I have, I still understand you. Be Brave…

God Bless…

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I can’t begin to describe how happy I was when Mario (our chemistry teacher) handed me my result. The few hours leading up to it had been excruciatingly tense. It was like months of work culminating into that single sheet of paper. Actually, no. It was months of work culminating into that single sheet of paper!

As intense as it was, you can’t imagine the relief I felt after the grades were finally announced. After everybody’s result had been announced, the room exploded, so to speak. While some of us celebrated, slapping each other high-fives and sharing tremendous hugs, others wallowed over their failure with heads hung over their result sheet. I don’t think I’ve seen such conflicting emotions in the same room, ever. It was a strange experience, in a way. You didn’t understand whether to feel happy for yourself or to be sad for those of your friends who didn’t quite get what they’d expected. It was heartwrenching at times: one of my classmates actually broke down crying in class. Terrible.

That aside, it actually turned out to be a pretty boring week. Except for the fact that I got a new phone, that is! I can be so superficial sometimes.

I still remember my happiness on the day of the final exam, the 20th of October. All of us (my friends and I) poured out of the hall feeling incredibly buoyant. We’d expected the exam to be murder; it wasn’t. We were overjoyed. Life seemed perfect: though the day was hot and humid, the sky couldn’t be bluer, the birds couldn’t have been higher in the sky, if you catch my drift. We felt on top of the world, nothing could bring us down.

Too bad the day’s been long gone. Once that final assessment was over and done with, we thought that would practically be the end of it. The result, at least at the time, seemed to be eons away; the exams had gone well and that’s all that mattered, really. But as the months faded to weeks and the weeks, now, to a solitary day; our self-assuredness has slowly leaked away. With only a day to find solace in, the fabric of our confident facade has unravelled.

I’m going insane. I really am. I don’t even know If I’ll be able to sleep tonight. Will I pass? Will I fail? Will I command rows of A’s or face a battalion of B’s tomorrow? I have no idea. There seems to be this dissonance ringing inside of me. A part of me wants my report as soon as it arrives, the other prefers to procrastinate. Whatever my feelings may be, I know I’ll have to face the future sooner or later; and sooner sounds much better right now thankyouverymuch. I’d rather be done with this bull then let it linger on. 

Though I am tensed all, I know there’s no point in worrying about all this. I can’t change anything now. I suppose it is true, what they say and all, that Que Sera Sera- What will be, will be. The future’s not ours to see. Que Sera Sera…

The premises of the court’s Lucknow bench have been barricaded and paramilitary forces have been deployed in cities, including Mumbai,considered sensitive. There has been a lot of combing activity carried on by the local police in Mumbai to ensure safety of citizens. However, the Union home minister P.Chidambaram said, ”I don’t foresee any trouble.”

Many organisations connected with the dispute have also affirmed that they would respect the judgement of the court and abide by law. However, the situation seems very uncertain at the moment and given the emotive nature of the dispute, we would like to just invoke the Mahatma Gandhi quote, ” Ishwar Allah Tero Naam, Sabko Sanmati De Bhagwan”

If you want an online success then you should have to follow some tips which are given below.

TIPS FOR ONLINE SUCCESS

Tip #1: Advance your business on social networks

All social networks are not equal and creates on which you can depend or your business can depend some may give you good result and other may not give. Knowing about that which information is more important to their target customers are very import as it is a foundation for any company. However research has shown that FaceBook, Twitter and guest blogs is giving us the best return. The rush has reached 58% when we started using social media.

Tip #2: Assemble your web visibility

You have to build your web visibility and for this purpose you can use any social platform because it helps you to increase the visibility of the company

Tip #3: Intention towards niche, not everyone

You have to keep in mind that you have to target the niche and intention on a niche will help you to decide what things you are going to perform.

Tip #4: Employ SEO keywords that top match with your services

You should have an idea about the keywords as it is very important. Consumers who use internet rely on the keywords and for this you have to know that what is the thinking pattern of general masses then simultaneously you will employ those keywords.

Tip #5: Optimize your metaphors

Descriptions are the most important part as you have to give the consumers a reason to click. You have to use those descriptions which would attract the consumers and increase your success.

Last night, while at the Grammys, Al Yankovic (you know, Weird Al) tweeted a picture with a caption that read:

Patton and I having a last-minute brawl before the show.

Knowing that he is usually as much of a stickler for grammar as I am (perhaps even moreso), I tweeted to him:

@alyankovic Patton and *me*, Al. Come on! You know better!

I was hoping to get a response from him, but I instead got a response from Jacinta of New Hampshire. (Not having much evidence to go on, I’m going to assume this person is female for the remainder of this post.) Here’s what she said:

@GPHemsley sorry, but Al is right… it’s Patton and *I*

To that, I replied with:

@Jacinta716 Not it’s not. “Patton and I” is the object of the untensed sentence fragment, so it should be “Patton and me”. #linguistics

As an aside (and another attempt to get Al to weigh in), I also tweeted:

I may have just started a grammar war on Twitter about a simple caption for a photo @alyankovic took. #linguistics

After that, Jacinta really let me have it. She devoted five tweets in a row to supporting her claim:

@GPHemsley “Patton and I” is the SUBJECT of this sentence; Al is correct.

@GPHemsley You use the same pronoun as you would if you had a singular subject in the sentence.

@GPHemsley Patton is texting like a 12 year-old girl. I am texting like a 12 year-old girl. Patton and I are texting like 12 year-old girls.

(I realized later that this was referencing another tweet that Al had made afterwards.)

@GPHemsley “Patton and I” is not the object. If you said “someone is throwing incorrect grammar rules at Patton and me” then you’d be right.

@GPHemsley “Patton and I” is not part of a sentence fragment. Although this is. And so is this. Which is why Al is right. And you are not.

And then she added:

@GPHemsley I wouldn’t call it a war. It’s…an educated discussion. It’s a lot better than most of the crap that people put on Twitter!

Originally, I started tweeting back to her:

@Jacinta716 “Patton and I” is not the subject of the sentence. The subject of the sentence is implied; it refers to the picture.

@Jacinta716 The difference with these examples is that they are tensed. In that last sentence, “Patton and I” is indeed correct.

I was going attempt to diagram the sentence using bracket notation and go on to further support my claim. But when I went to phpSyntaxTree to diagram it for real, I realized I had a problem. The way I was diagramming it did indeed put “Patton and I” in the subject position of the subordinate sentence (which is still untensed):

However, the point of view I was arguing was that the picture itself was the subject and “Patton and I/me” was the object. (I originally tweeted the sentence that included the implied part, but I later deleted it. I used that sentence in the diagram.)

Now, here’s the problem. I still think I’m right in saying that “Patton and I/me” is the object of the sentence and that it should be “me”, not “I”. But right now I’m at a loss to explain why. It doesn’t help that my diagram doesn’t take full advantage of X-Bar Theory and its extensions/improvements (and, thus, uses ternary branching to attach an adjunct), nor that I haven’t drawn the semantic relationships between words. But I wanted to get this down in a format longer than 140 characters so that a proper discussion could be had.

So… Is “Patton and I/me” the object or the subject? Is it both? Is there a different implication that could be had that could change the answer to those questions? What is the grammar of picture captions, specifically, and sentence fragments, in general?

This post seems to raise more questions than it answers, but it’s quite likely that I’ve made a mistake somewhere in my diagram that would lead me down this path. Please correct me if you can. Otherwise, let the discussion begin!

High-strung men: It is interesting to analyse how sometimes their clash in personalities and in notions shaped the course of the boat while they roam the sea for months.

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