The mad writings

#SocialMediaShutdown WE SURVIVED!!!

There is power in numbers…

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#DataMustFall

If John has a shop and you buy bread from him at R20 five times a week…he is getting R100 from you every week.

If you do not buy for one day, he earns R80 rand from you (loses 20)

If two of you do this then instead of making R200, he is only getting R160 (loss 40)

If three of you do this then instead of making R300, he is making R240 (loss 60)

If four of you do this then instead of making R400, he is makingR320 (loss 80)

Do you now see that the more people join this campaign the more cellular networks will lose revenue? At some point they will have to budge. They rely on the naysayers to safeguard them from exploiting us. They need you to believe that this will never work. But this is simple maths guys. Capitalists work with numbers….there is…

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Presenting to you, Bumblebee! 🐝 — Words can’t fathom

Presenting Bumblebee! An initiative by a group of awesome bloggers to blow away the world of blogging, with a magazine.

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Don’t know what I’m talking about? Refer to this post.

So here are those amazing bloggers who now make an integral part of the Bumblebee Team!

Darshan

Harsh

Dewni

Cheila

Debbie

Anish

Anindya

Kerine

Chris

Mayurakshi   and

Paola

:):):)

 

So it looks like we are finally going ahead with our plan. And starting from today, until the end of this month, that is 30th June 2017, we are accepting submissions for our magazine. :mrgreen:

Bumblebee will shower you with pure love and acceptance. If you ever wanted to belong to some place where your presence is undoubtedly valuable, this is it!

Check this video to know what’s it actually about !

 

 

 

Note: The submissions must be NEW and ORIGINAL. Since it’s a magazine, please keep this in mind. No abusive content please.

 

These are the categories:

 

Travelogue
Book Review
Short stories
Essays
Fiction/non fiction piece of writing
Poems
Facts/Tips
Photography
Interviews
Daily News
Fashion articles/Beauty/make up
Movies/shows/Music                                                                                                                             Food/recipes

 

 

 

 

Even non bloggers can become a part of this community and contribute their works!

 

For submissions,

You can either email:

sweetsymphony8@gmail.com

Or to Cheila :

pinkfordays@outlook.pt 

 

 

Let the bees guide you home! 😁

 

 

Our dream magazine is here!

via Presenting to you, Bumblebee! 🐝 — Words can’t fathom

Dear me, ten years from now

Perhaps impatience is a product of youth, running rapid, not yet skilled in age, not
quite used to the pace at which life evolves.

These days I find myself ruled by emotions of distress, and so I write this poem to you
knowing that we grow wiser with age, and stronger with time, I’m hoping I can borrow
these from you. I ask, show me the wisdom I use to bring all my desires to fruition, give
me the strength that carries me through my tumultuous trials, and maybe you can teach
me to have my vision more clear, my speech more audible, and my actions greater
defined, refined with intention.

At the moment I’m still far too reckless, perhaps I shall always be reckless, and that is
simply who I am. At the moment I haven’t quite learned the skill of appreciating the moment, perhaps beauty is forever fated to slip through my fingers, and I shall always be glancing over my shoulder at things that would’ve been, could’ve been.

We both know that I have a long journey ahead of me, so I ask, walk it with me cheering me on when I lose faith in myself, guiding me where I go astray, and continue to be my beacon of light especially when the days grow dark. If you can believe in me, as much as I believe in you, I know that we shall be alright, and we shall be able to be, do, and have all that our heart desires and our mind conceives.

Sincerely young, and foolish, you.

Well educated monkeys

The Epic vegan

In all it’s grandiose of purpose, the education system has come to fail us turning us into these well educated people capable of reproducing the most sophisticated of sciences, yet lack of the capacity to originate new thought.

Upon our initiation into the education system in the primary grades we were taught all of the fundamental basics to study, in what was to be the beginning of a lifetime of learning, or at least what should have been a lifetime of learning, where we were sadly sold short on the true purpose of learning. Yes we were taught the ABC’s, and the 123’s, but where did they come from, why are they arranged the way they are? In this completely authoritative manner we were taught all of these grand concepts, but never instilled with a sense of curiosity, or actual vested interest in the act of learning. We’re able to…

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Peaceful resolution

As a personal philosophy I believe in peaceful resolution, and calm approach, as the key to solving our conflicts, over violence and rage which only gets begets us more violence and rage.

What fruit do the seeds of anger bare us? Often, when met with conflict, we rush to rage, and violence, as a means of resolution, but how can peace be born of violence? If the law of karma is anything to go by, what you give is what you get, then violence will only get us more violence. We raise our voices in bloody rage, screaming and shouting at people, when met with conflict, and we go to war with sharpened weapons when struck a blow, but is this honestly the only means of resolution?

Many of us, having been a victim of violence in some manner or form, continually perpetuate this painful practice because as we’ve been hurt, so must we hurt others, attacking others as we’ve been attacked believing it to be the best, if not only natural, response. Sadly, trading blow for blow, we only find ourselves fighting amongst ourselves much of the time, yet do we want to fight, or are we simply seeking resolution? I doubt most of us would pick the former if given a choice, but we tend to feel that it is the only answer to attaining the latter, and yet is it? A fight guarantees casualties on both sides, with only the one side less the loser, whilst true resolution, if conducted in a manner of peace and calm, on the other hand, assures a mutual victory. Yes, it may call for some sacrifice on both sides, but surely it assures us better gains than blood shed.

Can we not put down our guns, and bombs, at the rise of every disagreement, and simply talk about it? Need every tiny matter be grossly unpleasant? I would think we greater than violence to let it rule us every time, and only to fail us every time. What were we to practice peace, patience, and diligence in handling matters? Violence only results in further violence, and so we find ourselves in a never ending cycle of violence, until we decide to break it ourselves and enact peaceful resolution.

The nature of reality

Reality is mental. It’s what you imagine it to be, whatever you imagine it to be, and why wouldn’t it? Why wouldn’t our reality be to our dictation?

Reality is not inherently uniform. A wealthy man’s reality is remarkedly different from that of a poor man’s reality, and not because “they were just born like that.” If I were to think like, and conduct myself as, the rich man would I not grow riches and become rich? And vice-versa, if I were to think, and conduct myself as, the poor man does, would I not lose wealth and become poor? We are in affect of our realities, not cause of it, and to think otherwise is to allow yourself to be cause of it.

Reality, being objective, exists within the mind. Change your mind and, effectively, you change your reality. What else could have power over reality than the mind? Things come and go, but you are the one constant of your reality, so what, but you, could have power over that reality? Think good thoughts, and you shall have a good day; think bad thoughts, and you shall have a bad day. The decision, and power, to determine whether your reality shall be a prosperous one, or a tormentous one, is yours.

Objective to perception, and therefore subject to dictation, reality is ours to decide. If we shall not make up our minds about reality, than reality will make up our minds about us, because reality cannot be uniform, not in a universe of endless possibilities and men of distinctly different worlds. One need only realize these fundamental axioms of the nature of reality.

Dealing is a process

Dear batali, it’s been about seven years now since your passings, and I, gradually coming to grips with it, would say I’m quite proud of how I’ve been doing so far.

I was in some form of denial at first, believing that coming to terms with the loss of a loved one meant carrying on about your days, almost though nothing had happened really. Resonant with the old philosophy, “it’s no use crying over spilt milk”, I thought it no good brooding over the past, and so I’d decided I’d focus on other things, any things else: work, school, play, friends, etc, etc, yet no matter where I went, I could never escape the memory of you gently lingering in the back of my mind always. I rarely spoke of you, unless asked, dwelling in thoughts of you only in my quite time, which I’ve allowed myself a great deal of over the years. I had tried to bury you mentally, and fight the feeling that you are gone, in an attempt to convince myself of some delusion that I was past your passing. I suppose I had feared succumbing to defeating emotions, feeling that I’d be making myself out to be weak, and hurt, but no I wasn’t going to cry, I’m stronger than that, or so I thought, but I began coming to the realization that it’s ok to not be ok.

The world keeps turning, and we keep moving, and as much as we wish it could at times, it never stops even at the death of a loved one, and so I assumed that I was to keep pace with the rest of the world, allowing myself no time to lick my wounds. I realize now that that was flawed thinking, I’ve come to find that talking about it, about who you were, about what you mean to me, and about your absence feels good. There will always be emotions of you, and to try to bury that would be to pile up a mountain of those emotions for years to come. I suspect that even in my twilight years, as aged and ancient as I may grow, you will always be in my thoughts, which is good because I wouldn’t want to forget you. I’ve come to the conclusion that dealing with the loss of a loved one is not forgetting them for the rest of your days, but remembering them each.

I am no longer wounded by your absence, but overjoyed by your memory, and each day I shall think of you just a bit. I shall carry a smile on my face as I go about my days, as even though you may lay tucked away in peaceful slumber, you remain ever alive in my thoughts, and I am glad of that.

Signed, the surviving.

To share a conversation

Communication is meant to be a two way thing, so unless you’re telling a very magical story of a little girl in a red hood with a basket, it’s no fun just being the listener with the occasional head nod.

So I’ve come to note, as of recent, that a large number of individuals either don’t know, or even possibly just don’t care, of the difference between talking to someone, and talking with someone to which there does exist a great degree of difference.

Perhaps it is my own communication skills that are in grave lack, but at times I find myself the victim of a conversation that doesn’t really include me. Subject to an individual who seems to have no real interest whatsoever in any feedback I would have, they will go on, and on, in this epic monologue, and it isn’t that I dislike chit-chat or anything; as a matter of fact I happen to enjoy a good conversation that leaves me feeling inspired, and excited, but some people simply disabuse me of the idea of engaging in conversation.

A conversation should have all parties concerned feeling involved, and participating. Maybe I stand alone in this, but I like to feel as though I’ve added something to the conversation; that my involvement in it was far more significant than if you had talked to a brick instead. A conversation is an activity to be enjoyed by all parties involved, not the subjugation of one individual to another’s rantings, and ravings, with the seldom “yes, totally” and the occasional head nod.

The sad thing is that these individuals tend to have interesting things to say – they really do – they’re just not that interested in what you have to say, which can leave one feeling well uninvolved, and well unappreciated, in the conversation. If you want to talk, you must be willing to listen, and then you would have talked with me, rather than to me.

Keep learning

Thee digital digest

True learning is a never ending pursuit. IT as an ever growing, ever dynamic industry is rarely lack of something new. What was relevant 20 years ago, has grown outdated today, and even still technology continues to develop something new every half-a-second. So believe that staying clued up can be a good idea, as a programmer.

Love to learn, because there’s always something new. If you ever get bored of Java, pick up some Csharp; if Ruby doesn’t do the trick for you, do CSS. IT is a huge industry still growing and with new technologies emerging every half a second. I’m not saying you have to learn the entire history, and syntax, of a coding language, that’s what textbooks and the internet are for, but at least go through a few tricks and trades of a language, and get the feel of it.

It doesn’t necessarily have to be…

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