Little Miss big mouth - part 3

Erika pulled out the brand new letter she received from her Majesty . This time she didn't go and collect it from the post office, it came to her home.  "The queen herself! "- she squealed with delight . It had been a while since she received a letter from her Majesty. Erika was getting disappointed every time she went to the post office looking for a secret mail from her Majesty. For the last three months, Mr Winters and his colleagues said they didn't have any reply mail from the Queen . Erika was certain, the queen was just busy . But as the months passed by ,her hopes we're dimming. And then suddenly ,one day coming back from her school, her Mother handed her a letter with a strange expression. Erika couldn't believe it, it was from the Queen .
"Finally!"- Erika exclaimed
" Who is it from Erika"- her mother asked
" It's from the Queen, she's replying to my thoughts on making music an optional subject from school"- Erika said .
Annoyed her mother shook her head and muttered -" how did she become my child?"
" Well it's not for you to decide how I become , every individual is different, we might look Simi... " - her mother hushed her and told her to go-to her room.
Erika ran to her room and looked at the letter. This time it was different, the seal was different, the envelope felt heavier , certainly new stationary . She opened it and found a rich, thick , creamy paper instead of the one she usually received in the past
" Dear Miss Shepard,
I apologise for not writing sooner. One has to take care of the worldly affairs and it's unfortunate that I was not able to find time to reply to your brilliant mail.
I have thought about you and decided that your views need to addressed soon. Hence I have appointed Mr Smith Walter to take care of your mails.As a brilliant child like yourself, I have assigned him with the duties of being your mentor as well.
You may now address all your mails to him.

From the Queen of England.
"
She felt her heart sink. Although she was trilled at the thought of having a mentor , it was not the queen, why would Mr Walter care about her mails and who was he?

But one must obey the queen. So Erika wrote to her newly appointed mentor,she introduced herself and expressed how happy she was to have a real mentor .

His response came a week later. As she read, her disappointment was replaced with a sudden flush of adrealine ,she jumped from her chair ,rolled on her floor, ran out and rolled on the grass. The little girl was back on her chirpy mood.

Thus began a long series of letters,  long or short but always interesting, always fulfilling and motivating. Mr Smith Walter had become her friend, her mentor whom she could discuss her mind .
One day Erika received her mail directly from Mr Pitts who casually asked her whom it was from
"My best friend"- Erika said proudly. " All the way from London".

Mr Pitts smiled and walked out knowing he had successfully completed his quest.

Read Part-2

Little Miss big mouth - part 2

Next day morning Erika woke up early. Sharp at 6 am , she ran downstairs and waited impatiently for breakfast to be served.

"But its only quarter to seven Miss Shepard " - said the governess briskly . She was surprised that Erika was up so early and is eager for breakfast, A meal she hated. Erika usually has her breakfast late, with the governess herself and most of the day ,her first lecture of the day would be on how insipid the breakfast was and how pointless it was to eat a heavy breakfast after 12 hours of sleep. The governess neither listened nor argued to Erika's lecture and most often pitied her parents for keeping up with the chatterbox.

The Shepard family was small and comprised of Mr John Shepard, Erika's father , who was a priest in the Village Church. Her mother ,Catherine Shepard, was a music teacher. She taught violin in the local school, a sensual instrument played by an unusually beautiful lady, her symphonies were very popular in the village. Catherine and John were a very religious couple and decided that their life is fullfilled by serving the Lord. Erika was hence the only child . The Shepards tried to introduce and inculcate their thoughts and religious beliefs to Erika from a very young age. But Erika had no interest in it, she avoided choirs and hated the violin, when she sang, it sounded like a howling wolf, she neither danced nor painted and unlike other young girls, she hated dolls and brushing her hair.Her mother and father left her to God's will and decided that their prayers will not go unnoticed. But as Erika turned older, their hopes started fading. Eventually they came to terms that Erika was an unruly Child, they let her wander off into the barnyard and didn't care if she knew hymns and prayers. She liked books, so they gave her ample amount of books, as its only when she read that she kept quiet so there were more books in the house than anything else.

Erika seemed to have an opinion of everything, be it food or way the wind was blowing. Her parents were agast as to what is going to become of their daughter. She had no friends and her teachers were complaining about her opinions and speeches. She did however get good grades in all academics except arts and music, much to the disappointment of her mother.

But that morning was different, Erika was fidgety, loud and hopping around. She didnt really talk much except for good mornings which her governess quite obviously noticed. She was aimlessly walking around, mostly peeping into the kitchen to see if Food was ready.

"Miss Shepard, would you like to sit down and tell me if it is sunny enough today?"- asked the governess.
" Oh yes, its the most beautiful day ever "- Erika said but wandered off again. She seemed to be excited rather than anxious which relieved the governess a little.

" Mrs Appleton, Isnt there anything you can quickly put together for me to eat?" - Erika asked the cook

" Oh I Suppose i could warm up some milk and boil an egg for you " - said that chef
" Yes please, that will be most appreciated"- Erika said.

"Appreciated?? "- thought the governess, I haven't heard the child utter that word ever. Something is really not right today, I better keep a close watch on her.

Erika ate up her breakfast without much talk except for something about spiders in her room and once she finished, she ran upstairs to her room and shut the door.She went through her wardrobe and found a smart blue skirt that her Grandmother gifted her last christmas. She wore it with a white blouse, her usual clothing and hat and headed downstairs.

" Where are you off to Miss Shepard " - Called out the governess
"I'm going to the postoffice" - she said loudly " I have an important letter  coming in today"
" Erika! Come back inside!"- said the governess " Its only 8 in the morning, Post offices Do not open this early.

Hearing this, Erika got disappointed . She stopped running and came back into the house. Her mother heard all the noise and came down hurridly and asked about the noise. Governess explained the events from morning and Erika was surprised to hear that her governess was getting worried about her quiet behaviour today.

" Whats going on Erika?" - asked her mother. The next one and a half hour was Erika hopping behind her mother, telling each and every detail about her important information and the queen and this and that. Her mother started listening the moment erika mentioned her Majesty's name but as she mentioned the secret service team and her letters , Erika's mother bursted into laughter.

"Sweetheart, there is no such thing as a secret service that personally delivers mails to the Queen"- said her mother
" Mother, you dont know it , that is the reason why its called secret service , its not meant to be known to the public"- said erika

After school, Erika ran to the post office, it seemed as though Erika was running the whole day. She could barely contain her excitment when she reached the post office and saw her secret service friends.

" Good afternoon Mr Winters, I'm here to see if Her majesty has a response for me, I will be most delighted to read her majesty's letter" - she said proudly

The clerk called to his friends . Everyone came together and proudly handed an envolope to Erika.

" My oh My , I cant believe it, is it really from her? " - Erika was squealing with excitement.

" Yes, and she was so happy to see your verrrryy immppoorrtaant message" - said one of the clerks.

" Oh was she? Of course she was ! Oh thank you Mr Winter , Thank you all "- Erika said excitedly

" We'll wait for your response Miss Big.. Er... Miss Shepards" - said one of the clerks.

As Erika left, the men burst into laughter.

Little did Erika know that the Cream Envelope with a Stamp seal was written by Mr Winters himself and that there was really No secret service to her Majesty.

Erika went home and read the letter, she read it in her room, read it in the barn, she ran to the orchard and read it to the trees. For once in her life , she wished she had friends so that she could read the letter to them as well.

The letter was very brief , to the point, no gimmicks. Of course its from the Royal Queen of England, she wont play around with words. Her letter Congratulated Erika for her observation and asked her to update with more thoughts Erika had. It said Awaiting your response ,From the Queen of England.

" I will not hesitate, I have so much work to do, so many issues to take care of" - said Erika

and thus Erika began to write endless letters to the Queen on various topics she thought were important. Each of her letters were received with the same response encouraging her to write more and congratulations. Erika was started to wonder if the queen was really reading her letters as she never answered to her questions and queries but that did not deter her from writing .

Meanwhile in the post office Erika or Miss Big mouth was a laughing matter, the workers would read her kiddish mails out loud during work breaks and they were always hilarious letters to them. The entertainment was soaring till the day Mr Pitts found out about this. He couldn't believe dear little Erika was subject to mockery and her letters was being ridiculed. He snatched the letters from his colleagues and threatened to complain to their superior officer if they do not stop this joke.

" But the child is persistent Mr Pitts, Its not like she can be controlled"- said one of the workers.

"We can stop all this, we can tell her all this was a joke, but it will just crush her enthusiasm sir"- said another

" Yes Yes, he is right, she's only 10 , poor child, We were just encouraging her childish play"- another clerk said.

" Well , I agree , but you must not make a public mockery out of her letters, Lets see, give me the letters "- Said Mr Pitts.

The men handed all her letters and Mr pitts instructed them to hand him any future letters.

Mr pitts read her letters and felt that she was indeed a bright ambitious child and that she could use a mentor who will encourage her in her life..
He thought of who could be a mentor to Little Miss Big mouth for a while till a perfect person came to his mind...
With the letters in hand, he set out to find him.. a real mentor for Erika.

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Little Miss big mouth - part 1

Once upon a time there lived a girl ,a small girl who thought too much about the world and her life . she was often mocked for her adult like serious talks , she often philosophised about humanity, wealth and human behavior that people called her Miss big mouth.

At the age of fifteen, Erika or Miss big mouth decided that staying in her village was serving her no purpose. She needed a bigger venue ,an audience that understood her, who listened to her , a more important place where her voice can reach to all corners of the society.

She decided that she was far too important to be just a daughter of a priest . Yes, it was time to leave.

Erika asked her papa for permission to visit her Aunt's house in London. Her father happily agreed for a little quietness in the house which her absence will bring. Hence this was much welcoming to him and his wife ,Erika's mother .

Erika happily packed her belongings, all of them till her mother came to check on her items. She was shocked to see the room almost empty except for the furnitures .

" Erika, why have you packed all your belongings? "-  asked her mother
" Mama, I'm leaving, I need these for my stay there"- said Erika
Her mother usually never argued back with Erika, for she always had a fitting reply to win any argument.
Dismissing this as one of Erika's eccentricity, her mother  left the room shaking her head.

Erika didn't have much to pack . Unlike other teenagers, she didn't have any friends or hobbies, her companions were books and like all bookworms, she loved the leathery smell of old books. She had just 5 pairs of clothes and 1 pair each of shoes and sleepwear. The largest item in her suitcase was a box containing all the letters that she received to her pen friend Mr Smith Walter  which were her proud possession. Mr Smith lived in London, her planned visit to London was secretly an adventure to find and finally meet Mr smith . She admired him and was essentially her mentor and adviser. They shared the same views of humanity and the world in general.
It all started when Erika was ten. She decided to write a letter to her Majesty, the Queen of England expressing her disgust for the inhuman treatment of labourers in her village. She wasnt sure of the address so she asked the mailman for her majesty's address. The mailman was a friendly old chap , he was kind and often listened to erika's big fierce dialogs with patience. She told him her peril and asked  him for her Majesty's mailing address. He gave her a helpless look and said he will check with his friends and get back to her. Erika waited patiently but after two weeks of not seeing the mailman, She decided to go to the post office herself and get the address.

" Good afternoon , I'm searching for Mr pitts, the mailman" - She told the clerk in the post office
"He's out on delivery Miss"- came the response
"Well Sir, Actually I'm looking for the mail address of the Queen of England, there is an important message I need to sent her and Mr Pitts promised that he will check in the post office and give me the add"- Erika said as confidently as possible.
The clerk smirked and said" Oh ! Did he? Well I'm sorry miss, we dont have her address"
But Erika persisted, she wasnt going to get back without the address. She insisted that there must be someone in the office who knows and that the clerk wasnt helping her.
"Please Sir, if you could just ask around , I'm sure someone will know, You dont understand how important this letter is , I have to urgently pass on the information"- erika pleaded
The clerk tried to reason with her ,he couldnt. He tried telling her that he had other work to do, but it was an unusual day, the postoffice was literally empty and he didnt have any work to do, So he looked around, called his buddies and decided to have some fun. It wasnt everyday that a ten year old kid walks in asking for the Queen's mailing address.

" Hey Dick,Pete,Johnny,fellas ,come here!"- he called out to his colleagues
"Young lady here, says she's a friend of Pitts, is looking for the Queen of England's mailing address"
They gathered around her and he whispered something to them

"Hey why are you whispering Mr, Let me also hear"- Erika started at the Clerk.

" Oh dear, Sorry Miss, I was just telling my colleagues the urgency of your matter and how important it is"- the clerk told her with utmost politeness.
" Why yes, its very important that I pass on the information"- Erika said.

The men continued to huddle and whisper . After a minute or two, they let out a small laugh and looked at Erika with a serious face.

" Miss, We have discussed and we agree that your matter is very important"- Said one of the employees. " In fact, we will tell you that we are a secret service ourselves who personally deliver to her Majesty"

"Oh is it?"- Erika asked, she was skeptical ." I havent heard of such a service..."

" Well that is why it is a secret service dear" - Another clerk said. " Look here, the majesty does not take letters from the public mailman. Its always us, the personal service members who deliver her the letters. We really think you look like a respectable young lady with a genuine information. That is why we.. we revealed ourselves to you "

Erika was flattered. Its not everyday that she gets called as Respectable . Oh mine, what an honour!, she thought.

Without further ado, she shook hands with the secret service members and held out a letter and asked them to mail it to the Queen.

" But how will I know that the Queen has received my letters and how will i receive her reply" - she asked intelligently to which the men huddled again.


" Well miss, you will just have to come here to collect them"- Said a clerk.

Happily Erika handed out the letter and walked out of the post office feeling proud of herself.

As she went out one of the clerks called out and said " and remember, this is a sercret service, you are not to tell anyone about this , are we clear?"

"Yes sir!"- replied Erika courteously and proceeded to zip her lips with her fingers. " Not a word to anyone"

Erika couldnt sleep that night. What was the majesty going to reply. How popular was she going to be. She couldnt imagine her luck of bumping into the secret society that personally delivers mails to the Queen.

As she looked out her window , she saw twinkling starts, one of them didnt blink, she wondered why....and slowly she slept off..

The you

The You

Today as I sat Gazing at you my Love

I saw not your Eyes, but a Majestic glow as bright as Gold , as gentle as a Halo

I heard not words from your mouth, but a sweet Melody of a nightingale ,a kind purr of a white dove

I felt not the touch of your skin, but a spark of ignition that ablaze my body, oh I wallow

I remember not words or whispers, but the depth of love and longing from your heart

I crave not praise or applause, but the affection and Kindness from your soul

For I devote myself to you not once, but a million times when you warmed me with your sweet caress

you entered me with a power of a stallion and left a strong bolt that my words cannot describe

Oh my Love, how I love you and long for you

How I wait each day to see you walk through the threshold of my physical form and ignite the women in me.

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Draw My Life | DeStorm Power

One of the most Inspiring videos I have ever Seen, I have always made excuses to rise up, blamed my surroundings for my failures and believed that there is nothing that I can do to change.. Watching this man's life story made me realise, there is nothing one cant do, the only thing is you need to be is driven / motivated well enough to want something so much that rest sleep hunger and lust don't have a place. Of course this life is not fast forwarded like in this video . When there is Pain, it stays on for days or months. But then someday this pain will go and every second of suffering that you had will seem like just faded jean that you really dont care for anymore..

If you are messed up, frustrated and always find yourself failing, then Know that someday somehow everything will be alright or even better that alright. But the worst feeling is to succumb to failure and not try again.

For many months , I lived pushing through day and night working sleep eating fighting trying to have no human emotions and just Living- Just living for no apparent reason. I said to myself, I'm Happy, there is Nothing that I want, hence Im content. When someone doesnt want Anything from life then why be sad?? right?? No!! Human beings and not designed to be satiated that easily, at least not in their 20s. I always felt that emptiness- It was a lingering Feeling,Unknown to me yet very prominent strong feeling. It was late / rather recently that I realised OMG , I do want something in Life.. But what?? I don know.. I still dont know..

People are messed up in many ways, there are those of us that are financially deprived, some of us with Chronic illness. Rich / Famous people yearning for a poor Man's peace and Poor people  begging for 1/10 of a rich man's fortune.

But what about those that are messed up mentally? Those of us who are depressed, grieving with an unknown pain. Some of us with secret desires, Some with horrible intentions. They are the most unfortunate of the lot . There is no government or NGO charities that can Ease them off their pain for they want not money but a change.. Change that they either want or Change that are unknown to them.

Google's voice recognition software- an audio blog

Hello everyone,
So I decided to write a blog entry using Google's voice recognition software which came pre loaded with my samsung Galaxy S3. I have experimented with this software and find that it is very accurate. What's the biggest disadvantage you ask? Well it is how do you train the software to understand your language. The default language settings is English (UK) . You can change it to the language of your preference. I changed it to English(US).  Apart from english languages spoken in different countries , Google also supports foreign languages for example Bulgarian German , French.
for example,  ou est Paris , Bonjour, ça va .
Although it is very very versatile it does come with certain pitfalls. One big problem is punctuation. Google Voice does not automatically put full stop or capitals at the start of a sentence.However I find that it is able to put commas ',' when spoken  with a style. Maybe it is the way the software is trained.
Another annoying feature is that after a while of continuous speaking the capability of a system gets either laggy, or doesn't understand you. For example "it refuses "after a while of speaking becomes "it was cc's" or "it was ceases ".Lol!!
While this is a beautiful system,  a few improvisation with respect to punctuation and auto correct would ensure  streamlined processing and also this beauty here could be or could replace the need of a sexy assistant.

Having said that I would like to state that today's entry was completely written  using this voice feature from Google .

Vampire eyes

I was deeply affected by the cruel events around the world this week...
Humanity has become a joke... justice and the judicial systems have become an object worth only to mock at..... its time we rise up... but to whom ?? Those performing the heinous acts are humans themselves.... how do we control our depleting humanity ??? Are we turning ourselves into vampires???

It's just a thought... but as per the Mayan calender , we have entered the era which will destroy us... should we succumb ??? Or fight back and sustain /survive ??