The Monkey Mind

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            (PC: Devian Art) A city unlike any other, vibrant with thousands of visitors, the air fragrant with the smell of their perfumes from all around the world. Each street I could identify with familiarity from just the faint aroma of its uniqueness, be it coffee, pastries, or any delicacies as I pass by Building from the late renaissance, carved with such visualization, as if they arise from their slumber as the first ray of the sun gently graces on the surface Streets still paved with the same rough texture as when horse cantered once with the jubilance of youth Drizzle now and then as the May flowers come alive with soft velvetiness feeling of drizzle in the morn Ah! those bright days... A cit

Introduction As we drift away in the embrace of sleep, our consciousness retreats, the body rests and the mind relaxes to find solace in the warm embrace of dreams. As each breath recedes deeper than the previous, the feeling of freedom gently unravels, as if the dawn makes way to the first ray of sun, bringing light and warmth to the dark-cold earth, waking up all the living of the day... finally ...  Deeper and deeper, letting go of worries and uncertainties of the harsh reality, no more is the commuter constrained or restricted, dreams give way to imagination whereby we pass through the darkest black hole to the brightest star, galaxy after galaxy, universe after universe, the mysteries lay bare to the mind that perceives beyond the awareness of the five senses. We see the reality with the eyes of a child, hear with the ears of a newborn, feel with the hands of dreamers embracing each fascinating sensation, without critical mind, just being true with self, one with every moment. We

  Introduction We are more connected than ever. The way we obtain information has changed with the revolution of technology. From print media to audio to audiovisual to the internet as it is now, this has changed the way, information is created, spread, and received among humanity. The ease with which we have access to information daily also has created a kind of vulnerability from such information. It is getting more difficult to believe what is real and what is not. Thereby, it is a must that we need to have a rational perspective to any information that we have come into contact with. Herein, comes Media Literacy, a tool to filter information from the data that is relevant, authentic, complete, and unique as far as possible Meaning To understand what media literacy is, first it is pertinent to know what media is. Media is derived from the late 16th century Latin, literally ‘middle’, neuter of medius. Thereby, it is a medium or go-between from which a party creates/spreads informatio

Introduction Humanity. We are the favorite child of Mother Gaia. Walking upright with the vision of accumulated wisdom, we have far more control over our own destiny than any other beings known, or unknown. Why are we so unique? There are many important factors in-play. Our ability to share obscure ideas and facts into rich and vibrant stories is one of them. We can create vivid-stories out of pure fantasy and share them among ourselves. Thereby, personal fantasy becomes shared fantasy colored with realistic plots and summarized with dramatic conclusions that make the message memorable. Over time, though the real stories may have embellished into legends and myths, yet, the true legacy of the original humanity continues on…   History In the beginning, before the invention of words and symbols, images accompanied us. Drawn chronologically from beginning to the very end, we were educated with lessons of survival from the hunting technique to the best places to gather sweet berrie

Before assigning a gender given by nature (or changed later) or a name by your parents (biological or otherwise), why not delve deeper for once, and truly ask yourself. " Who am I...?" Here are some inspirations for the inquiry to be as meaningful as intended: Time Time is the witness of history, light-bearer of truth. It is the only power that can give justice to the I,  defining in the entirety of what I was, as I am cannot fully recall even my obscure genealogy including what I will be, my pedigree... "I was..."  A sum of memories of past; success and failures both, of happiness and sadness and boredom in-between, I was once naïve and young yet I remember those times most, for they are unburdened by the questions when time takes all the innocence and the world wants us to take responsibility for ourselves "I am..." Present, fully immersed in the reality of 'now'. I relive my past and can laugh at its foolishness. I make plans for my 'future&