Can you have more time?

All sensible people through out the world have a deeper respect for King Alfred the great. He had faith in education. In educating. His statue shows a scroll in one hand in another hand there is an axe. The woodcutter's have. A strange combination. An axe and a scroll. He did many wonderful things. Built churches. Built schools. Amidst the ferocious struggle with the Danes. How could he find time for all the things he had achieved?
Below is the imaginary dialogue with him.
Q. Your Excellency! How did you find time to do such great things?
Alfred. Ugh! It'll come, if you incline.
Q: Can I have more time?
Alf: You can't have more time. There are only 24 hours in a day.
Q: Then?

Alf: But you might be able to delegate. You might be able to find someone to help you.
Q: And another clue please!
Alf: You can't have more time. But you can cut down on time that you waste or use inefficiently.
Q:Your Excellency! Would you mind elaborating? Please.
Alf: Increasing your level of effectiveness enables you to do more in less time.
Q: Any other suggestion?
Alf: You can't have more time. But you may be able to choose to do things a bit faster. You might even enjoy the added speed.
Q: The problem is I am always fighting to time. And that makes me sick mentally.
Alf: You can't have more time. But you can choose to think elevated thoughts during the time that you do have.
Q: I consulted many people on time management. How to use time in finding more time.
Alf: We've already told.You can't have more time. But you can become more organized with the time that you do have.
Q: Then the point is on becoming organized! But I don't know how to organize my time.
Alf: If you don't yet know how to organize your time, you can consult someone who helps others become more organized.

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Echo was a mountain nymph that told Hera stories to distract her while Zeus consorted with the other nymphs. When Hera found out, she punished Echo by making her only able to repeat what other people say.These two words relate, because Echo was only able to repeat what other people said, and an echo is a sound that is repeated. As Helen walked down the hall she could hear the echo of her own footsteps.
In Greek mythology, Echo (Greek: Ἠχώ, Ēchō/Hēchō) was an Oread (a mountain nymph) who loved her own voice. Zeus loved consorting with beautiful nymphs and visited them on Earth often. Eventually, Zeus's wife, Hera, became suspicious, and came from Mt. Olympus in an attempt to catch Zeus with the nymphs.
Zeus, the King of the Olympians, was known for his many love affairs. Sometimes the young and beautiful Nymph Echo would distract and amuse his wife Hera with long and entertaining stories, while Zeus took advantage of the moment to ravish the other mountain nymphs. When Hera discovered the trickery she punished the talkative Echo by taking away her voice, except in foolish repetition of another's shouted words. Thus, all Echo could do was repeat the voice of another.
Echo fell in love with a vain youth named Narcissus, who was the son of the blue Nymph Leirope of Thespia. The river god Cephisus had once encircled Leirope with the windings of his streams, and thus trapping her, had seduced the nymph. Concerned about the baby's welfare, Leirope went to consult the prophet Teiresias regarding her son's future. Teiresias told the nymph that Narcissus "would live to a ripe old age, as long as he never knew himself."
One day when Narcissus was out hunting stags, Echo stealthily followed the handsome youth through the woods, longing to address him but unable to speak first. When Narcissus finally heard footsteps and shouted "Who's there?", Echo answered "Who's there?" And so it went, until finally Echo showed herself and rushed to embrace the lovely youth. He pulled away from the nymph and vainly told her to leave him alone. Narcissus left Echo heartbroken, and she spent the rest of her life in lonely glens pining away for the love she never knew until only her voice remained. However, in other versions Echo cries until she is stone and an invisible Echo (probably her ghost/spirit) haunts the Earth.

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It was a dusky evening .Cloudy. Gloomy. But not scary. It is quite on the hill top. The rustle of the wind too disturb your enjoying the stilled sound. The hill was at the path way to the range of mountains; and of considerable height. The rain clouds tried kissing the top and my feet where I stood. Wind passing through the top was forceful disheveling the dress. Rain is expected. I saw birds flying to their nests. I wished badly to say a 'hallo' to them. I said. My hallo did not make them to stop and look at me. But my voice brought echoes. It was not my voice. Sounded like someone's No echoes belong to me. Nor to anyone else. We make sounds instinctively. Not to listen after any echo. Neither to be listened after. We can learn this little lesson from the rain clouds; from the wind passing through the mountain tops .From the chatter of the birds in their hurry to reach their nests before the rain. If any echo intervenes, let us become nonchalant.

Bonds

Pets bite. Playfully. Painlessly. Some pets perk with their beaks. Some lick. Some kick. Some pets jumps and clambers your shoulder. They don't know their nails hurt you. They only know just they communicate love with their sensory appeals. The communication of love between the giver and the receiver has that finest touch of living. Blossoming. Embalming. Securing. Enervating. So many comforting verbs stand in queue to explicate that sensation.
It reminds me an actress. Under a hectic film shooting schedule she was driven day and night from location to location. She had to sacrifice so many simple pleasures like eating a pizza on the highway or drinking a tender coconut sitting over the road stone just for keeping up her trail record. But one thing compensates her memory. Her Pomeranian dog would be waiting for her to jump and hug over her when she returns home. It gives her a sense of worthiness of living.
It is a strange bond between a human being and another living being. From time immemorial it continues on. Elephants. Lions. Tigers. Horses. Dogs. Cats. Doves. Calves. Doves. Parrots. History has a great record.Of the lovers and the lamentors.

Groundings

Fresh, raw, un-steamed and un-fried groundnuts have an irresistible pull in them. They tempt anyone to pick one and peal and bite. The temptation is impulsive. Humane. Men and women forget status and statures on yielding to it. It has more attraction for a young wife who comes from a village, having born and brought up in a farm house, where groundnut was a major crop. Relishing raw groundnuts had become her second nature. Wherever she finds raw groundnuts being sold, she loses her restraint and hurries to buy. If they are three seeded ones her delight is increased. She did not mind peeling and munching them in public. Her husband being born and brought up in a city has a strict sense of civil manners. It always embarrasses him to see her buying raw groundnuts from uncleanly people and at unhygienic places. Often he tries to control her. But groundnuts are uncontrollable attraction to those who were born and brought up among them. She would smile or laugh with an excuse, brushing aside all his control. He did not restrict her from buying raw groundnuts, but he preferred cleanly washed ones, put up in hygienically sealed polythene covers, bought from regal malls. And he relished only baked or fried groundnuts. She never prefers them. They do not have the commune of earth as that ones bought in open sources. Raw groundnuts in raw backgrounds recall her village; her farm; her skies and her trees. The difference of taste between them ended after a long time. Once the husband was persuaded to taste the raw groundnuts instead of forbidding her .As a test he tasted them. The difference in their taste ended. The husband began to relish the raw groundnuts bought at unhygienic places from unclean people. Yes, he agreed mentally. They have their flavor.

Images

A mirror went broken. A hand slip. It fell over the floor and shattered as several small pieces. The child who slipped it felt very sorry. Only for some time. But she grew delighted to see several reflections on several broken pieces of the mirror. It was a wonder to find her single image turned into many. 'Do I look like this or that?' She wanted to get confirmed. And she kept on asking her mother, father and others. Each one indicated some piece to quiten her. No two persons agreed with a single same piece. She was not content. She kept on seeking an answer for her quest. No one was able tell her that no mirror could reflect an accurate image of her. Even any one's. So that people keep on looking at mirrors broken or unbroken, billions looking at billions of mirrors for billions of times; no one seems to be satisfied. They look on and look on for billions of times. They want to be clarified and confirmed of their images. Many want to get approved by others and rely on an approval. That is the problem with images.

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Well being
None can be on all the time. It is a simple fact of life .Rest and relaxation are necessary to maintain a state of well-being.. Both physical and emotional, and our cognizance of this need empowers us to be more involved in our own self-care.

When we feel that we are dragging, interpret it in a different way. The exhaustion is a sign; to retreat from our outer-world affairs. Spend time focusing on rejuvenation. We may appear to be known as more reserved during these periods by others. No need to worry about it.

Tortoises know this secret. They live longer. Adhvaitha a giant Aldabra tortoise, inside an enclosure at the Alipore Zoological Garden in Calcutta, India lived longer. It died on Wednesday, June 29, 2005. Addwaita, believed to be the world's oldest surviving tortoise, aged about 250 years, died in the zoo of liver failure. Zoo officials say he was a gift for Lord Robert Clive of the East India Company, who was instrumental in establishing British colonial rule in India, before he returned to England in 1767.
Aldabra tortoises come from the Aldabra atoll in the Seychelle islands in the Indian Ocean, and often live to more than 100 years of age. Males can weigh up to 550 pounds.One would not like to live that much longer. Yet the tortoises leave a message. How not to get much exerted; how to get peace by remaining withdrawn.
At least for some time.